Since he can't get it, Su Xiaobei has nothing to say.

He yawned, feeling a little tired, so he chatted with his old classmates for a few words and sent out a message: "Sleepy, good night old classmates." [Night]"

Upstairs is very nasty: "Don't go, Brother Bei, let's talk for a while, let's be serious, are you still short of people?"

Upstairs is quite nasty: "Brother Bei?"

Upstairs is quite nasty, and I sent an indescribable jpg: "Cao ......"

……

Wash up, turn off the lights, and go to bed.

Su Xiaobei slept soundly that night and slept until dawn.

No, to be exact, it was until ten o'clock in the morning that he was awakened by a sharp knock at the door.

He rubbed his eyes and got up and got out of bed.

"Who?"

"Hey, hey, I'm ......"

There was a hint of naughtiness in the immature voice.

Bang Dang!

Su Xiaobei opened the roller shutter door.

Outside the door, the autumn is crisp and sunny.

Facing the dazzling sunlight, a junior high school student with a thin body, a delicate face, and a little malnourished appeared in front of him.

"Brother!"

"Qingxi, why are you here?, aren't you in class today?" Su Xiaobei looked at the little boy in front of him who was even more delicate than a girl, and asked curiously.

The little boy in front of him is named Li Qingxi, and he has no blood relationship with him, and the reason why he is so close to him is that he has to start talking about it a year ago......

It was probably last autumn when Su Xiaobei went fishing in a reservoir in the western suburbs and witnessed a car accident.

It was an old man with a sixtieth armor carrying a fishing tackle box.

After the motorcycle hit someone, the driver did not get out of the car, but accelerated away with a throttle.

Su Xiaobei, as the only witness, threw away the fishing rod in his hand, chased to the highway and wrote down the license plate number of the motorcycle, in order to prevent the old man from lying to himself afterwards, he also took out his mobile phone to take a photo of the accident scene before saving people.

I saw that the old man had a wound on his knee, his chest was full of blood, and the man was already unconscious.

He quickly tore open his white shirt, bandaged the old man briefly, and carried him into his four-hand van parked on the side of the road.

Racing against time to the nearest hospital, he called the police on the way.

In this way, the old man was sent to the hospital in time and picked up a small life, in the words of the doctor, five minutes late, the consequences were unimaginable, but even so, the old man was left with serious sequelae.

Fortunately, the motorcycle was controlled in time, and the driver was suspected of drunk driving and intentional wounding, but it is said that he is the only son of a real estate developer, a veritable rich second generation, and he was released not long after he was imprisoned.

Su Xiaobei also learned later that the old man who was hit was named Liu Yuanshan, who was very famous in Sencheng, was the vice chairman of the Provincial Calligraphy Association, and also opened a nursing home by the Yellow River in the north of the city.

After Su Xiaobei sent him to the hospital, he waited until his family arrived in a hurry before secretly leaving.

However, the old man still mobilized the connections around him and found Su Xiaobei.

As a thank you, the old man gave him a calligraphy and painting: when he was young, he hung it in his bedroom.

The old man is usually very busy, and only occasionally comes to the Baicao Garden to sit for a while.

However, his grandson Li Qingxi seems to like Su Xiaobei very much, and runs to Su Xiaobei's small shop when he has nothing to do, and often spends the night here.

came and went, and Su Xiaobei regarded him as his younger brother.

"Hi...... Sensei, the school organizes an autumn outing. You also know that those little girls in my class are more and more annoying than the other, and they rush to sit with me on the bus, and I am too lazy to go, so I came to you. Li Qingxi stood on tiptoe as he spoke, his eyes went around Su Xiaobei's shoulder and looked into the room, "Brother, why did you get up so late? There won't be a sister-in-law hidden upstairs, right?"

"Don't talk nonsense, where did you come from, sister-in-law?" Su Xiaobei stretched out his hand and pinched Li Qingxi's little face hard, although he had never seen Li Qingxi's parents, he was very curious, what kind of genes could make a boy look more cute than a girl.

Li Qingxi stuck out his tongue and stuffed a handbag into Su Xiaobei's hand: "Oh, this is what Grandpa asked me to give you." ”

Su Xiaobei took it and opened it to see that it was a first-class Dongting Biluochun: "Hey, let the old man keep it for himself." ”

Li Qingxi shrugged his shoulders: "Who made you his savior, Dumb? I brought it something delicious." ”

As he spoke, Li Qingxi took off his schoolbag and took out a can of canned fish and cat food purchased from abroad.

"It should be upstairs! Su Xiaobei stood at the door and stretched a big lazy waist, hung a wooden sign saying "Open" on the handrail of the glass door, and asked Li Qingxi, who was going up the stairs: "Have you had breakfast?"

Li Qingxi paused: "Eat." ”

Su Xiaobei: "Then you can help me take a look at the store, and I'll go next door for breakfast." ”

Li Qingxi: "Well, let's go......"

……

Bun shop next door.

After the morning rush hour, there were only a few scattered customers in the store.

Su Xiaobei sat down near the door: "Uncle Yuan, bring me a cage of mushroom pork." ”

The owner of the steamed bun shop responded, and soon brought a steaming basket of steamed steamed buns, and also gave a large bowl of millet porridge.

"Thank you!" Su Xiaobei rubbed his hands, don't look at the owner of the steamed bun shop, who is five big and three thick, but the buns pinched out are small and exquisite, one by one fat, and he is very appetizing when he looks at it.

"Xiaobei, have you heard?" the owner of the bun shop handed over a pair of disposable chopsticks and asked with a serious expression.

Su Xiaobei mixed the dipping sauce with chili sauce and balsamic vinegar, picked up a steamed bun with fragrant oil and dipped it in it, just brought it to his mouth, and put it down again: "What did you hear?"

"In the past few days, several shops near the pedestrian street have been stolen one after another!" the owner of the bun shop realized that his voice was too loud, and lowered his voice to remind, "So, close early in the evening, don't be worried about the thief." ”

"Hi...... You said this, I heard that Xiaoxiong Convenience Store lost a cigarette, Tieniu Hardware Store lost a hammer, and Qiu Yinong Fruit Store lost half a durian, I can only say that this thief is Tai Chi, not so much that he is stealing, but that he is deliberately provoking everyone. ”

Su Xiaobei smiled, he didn't take this matter to heart, he didn't believe that the thief would patronize his Baicao Garden.

Stealing a bun can still fill your stomach, what can you do by stealing pots of green plants?

Keeping it up and playing?

I'm sorry!

Does he believe that a thief can have any leisure and elegance to calm down and raise a pot of flowers?

"Alas...... Who knows, anyway, be careful. The owner of the bun shop patted Su Xiaobei on the shoulder, turned around and continued to work.

"Well......" Su Xiaobei picked up a steamed bun with a large filling and thin skin, dipped it in the sauce, swallowed it in one bite, and responded vaguely.

After eating breakfast, Su Xiaobei burped and felt comfortable.

After scanning the code and paying for the meal, he hummed a little song and walked towards his small shop.

"Who is banging on my window...... Who's tickling the strings......"

Sensing that someone was peeking at him, he looked up at the terrace on the second floor of the nail salon next door.

I saw that the "gas canister" weighing more than 250 pounds was drying his clothes, and with vicious eyes like "I can't get it, no one in the world can get it", he glared at Su Xiaobei fiercely, and muttered something in his mouth chewing gum.

Su Xiaobei happened to know a little lip language, and he didn't see what he muttered in front of him clearly, but the last four words were clear: "Stinky and shameless......"