Chapter 23

Soon, when the last light disappeared into the sky, night fell. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

At the beginning of the lanterns, sitting in the car driven by Tang Chuhe, the residential buildings are like floating lights, and there are thousands of lights along the way, high and low, and the traffic is endless.

I can't be thrilling and worried all the time, things have passed a big afternoon, and no matter how emotionally turbulent I begins, I have almost calmed down by this time. Maybe in retrospect, there will be palpitations, of course, a child surnamed Feng who registered in the hospital needs to be counted separately, he was already invisibly tortured by Zheng Mao to the point of neurasthenia, and he was so frightened today that he even lost his soul, and he was shocked.

In such a day, some people lost their lives by dying, and some people barely died but had no freedom.

Gain or loss, the matter of Zhu Hui Hepu is too trivial and too chatty.

That's how life has to go.

But he didn't call Zheng Mao's parents after all, which made him breathe a sigh of relief, and he also had to thank the Venerable Master at home for following the trend and sewing a pocket into the inside of his trousers, which didn't make his bamboo basket empty.

Who would have thought that he, a young boy from an ordinary family with an ordinary resume, would still have a gun?

Real guns!

Although the original two guns, only one of them was obtained.

is also to keep a low profile, even if he is caught, it is not a big deal with his current status. Even though there are still many years before the information explosion when everyone can be a reporter and pick up their mobile phones, the dark jungle era of underdeveloped communication is also coming to an end, although not every street has surveillance cameras, but Zheng Mao is not ready to mix in the underworld.

Yes, he just wants to be less weak and more powerful.

Although I wanted to study the gun in my trouser pocket, I could only visit the vegetable market in peace...... A place to be calculating and fighting wits and courage.

The squad leader in Zheng Mao's memory has been completed, and he took a few of them to take human form and pets, and killed the vendors here to the point of blood, and finally returned with full hands......

The surrounding area is the same as Zheng Mao's house, it is the old town, and the streets are full of flower beds repaired with tiles and cement, and you can vaguely see the garbage hidden in them, such as cigarette butts and snack packaging.

Indispensable are the plastic bags that start to fly as soon as the wind blows. Beijiang City in the past few years is no better than ten years later, and it is like this now, Zheng Mao has long been surprised.

However, when he saw the cigarette butts, Zheng Mao said that his hard-to-break habit had been committed again......

Bear with it.

Compared with the energy-saving lamps that every household is promoting nowadays, Zheng Mao prefers incandescent bulbs. When opened, it is warm and warm, giving people the feeling of bathing in sunlight.

Therefore, he still likes the layout of Tang Xin's house.

The walls are also old and yellowish, but they don't feel dirty.

The sofa, coffee table, shoe cabinet and so on are all placed in an orderly manner, and it should have only been cleaned for a short time, and even the tiles on the floor look dusty. Seriously, in these days, it really doesn't feel like the home of a superintendent at the level of a sub-director. However, the black-and-white photo hanging on the wall made Zheng Mao feel a little surprised, and he had a guess in his heart, but he didn't ask too much.

But it felt fresh, he had never been to the squad leader's house, after all, the two usually couldn't talk, and there was no communication.

Su Luoyan gave full play to her true colors of kraft candy, followed up with a dead face, carrying the vegetables bought in the market, looking east and west, looking like Grandma Liu entering the Grand View Garden.

Tang Chuhe, who walked at the end, put the car keys in his pocket, closed the door, and said casually: "There are no shoes for you to change, they are all free, you have to drink water and pour it yourself......"

As he was talking, Tang Xin staggered over two water glasses, handed them to Zheng Mao and Su Luoyan, turned his face, and glanced at him: "Oh, you have to drink and pour it yourself."

Tang Chuhe saw that she was still angry at those words and lost her temper, and smiled...... If there were only their father and daughter, it would naturally not matter, but ...... Do you want to scold the last sentence, no big or small?

Forget it......

"Does your leg still hurt?" He could only talk about it left and right, and took the bag of vegetables in Su Luoyan's hand: "I'll cook."

Tang Xin looked disgusted: "Forget it, you're unpalatable."

……

Still not his turn to cook, Tang Chuhe sat comfortably on the sofa, bored watching the TV news, and glanced at the young figures who were busy in the kitchen from time to time.

"It's nice to be young," he sighed.

It's actually not early now, and several people feel hungry, but there are enough people, and they can be busy while choosing vegetables.

In the hot "zizi" sound, Tang Xin was frying tofu. Because the portion is sufficient, it is spread all over the bottom of the pot, and it is necessary to turn it up with extra care, and slowly, the long strips of tofu are turned out on the golden side one by one.

It is very skillful, and the smell of beans is getting stronger and stronger, and it spreads from the kitchen.

"It smells so good!" Su Luoyan sniffed deeply, peeled off the garlic very awkwardly, and Zheng Mao, who had already cut the green onions, looked at her rusty appearance, stretched out his hand, and said, "Give it to me." ”

"Hmm...... Good ......"

took it, put it on the board, and directly flattened the garlic clove with the blade of the knife, Zheng Mao easily ripped off the garlic skin, and the knife light was everywhere, and soon a small bowl of minced garlic was chopped.

Su Luoyan, who claims to be a confidant big sister, looked at the appearance of the two little adults who fried and cut the other, her face was hot, and she felt a little ashamed.

Oh, my God!

OMG her!

Could it be that all the children in this year are in charge so early? She couldn't even peel the garlic, so she said that she could only help wash the vegetables and handed down the bowl.

And Tang Chuhe, who was lying on the sofa with an adjusted posture, Tang Chuhe, who had no hospitality at all, watched TV very happily.

In the kitchen, listening to the familiar soundtrack, Zheng Mao is sure that there is nothing wrong with broadcasting "Cat and Mouse". Glancing at Tang Chuhe's side face that couldn't help but smile, Zheng Mao was a little puzzled.

obviously didn't like him, why did he invite him to dinner when he sent him home?

Was it a whim?

While he was glancing at people, there were people glancing at him.

Tang Xin noticed that his gaze seemed to be about to move back, so he turned his face sideways, pretending to be calm and as if he hadn't looked behind him: "Zheng Mao, is the seasoning ready?"

"That's it!"

Add a small spoonful of salt to the bowl, Zheng Mao mixed it casually, turned around and took a few steps forward, and poured it directly into the pot.

A smell of sauce exploded from this, mixed with the aroma of beans, curling and tangling.

Tang Xin snorted and couldn't help but praise: "It's really good." You also make the meals you bring to school at noon these days, right? ”

"Yes," Zheng Mao nodded.

……

on the table.

Zheng Mao realized that eating could also be done in this way.

It's impossible to speculate.

Indescribable.

In short, a gust of wind blew, and the entire table was reduced by two-thirds, Tang Chuhe supported the edge of the table with both hands and burped: "Xiao Zheng Xiaosu, you eat more vegetables, don't be polite." ”

Within the scope of the brilliance of the Tang Chu River, Su Luoyan cherished the words like gold, took small bites of rice, and nodded in cooperation when he heard the words.

Seeing this, he looked away with great satisfaction, staring at the slightly immature face that was cold when it was expressionless.

was stared at like this, Zheng Mao naturally wanted to express something: "En'......"

Hurriedly picked up a chopstick dish and said, "The squad leader made this chili fried meat is really delicious!" ”

"Eat more if it's delicious."

Hearing this, for some reason, Zheng Mao felt that Tang Xin's father's face was a little dark.

It's like the weather in June......

Change is what you say.

It's inexplicable.

"Dad, it's going to be the final exam, you must go to this parent-teacher conference." Tang Xin suddenly said loudly.

Touching his nose, Tang Chuhe pondered for a moment and said, "It depends on the situation." ”

"It depends on the situation again!" Tang Xin put down his chopsticks, and said faster: "You haven't been to my junior high school parent-teacher conference, otherwise you must know Zheng Mao." ”

"Huh?"

Tang Xin pushed the frame, looked at Zheng Mao again, and said: "He is a model for our class, and the head teacher of every parent-teacher meeting asks him to speak on stage." ”

It's over, it's over, and it's not really a love affair yet!

Tang Chuhe felt very tired, covered his face, and decisively changed the topic: "Xiao Zheng, aren't you very good at telling jokes, let's hear one." ”

Telling jokes?

Why do you say -- very good at telling jokes?

The speaker has the intention, but the listener has no intention.

Zheng Mao scratched his chin, of course he wanted to scratch his head, but it seemed indecent at the dinner table.

Could it be that he heard him, and said that yellow on a whim that is not suitable for children......

From which source?

Su Luoyan? Such a strange woman, who was still so embarrassed by the situation at that time, didn't seem to be able to communicate with others. Especially the top boss with such a cold face as Tang Chuhe.

It's just a time for the thought to turn, in order to match the atmosphere at this time, Zheng Mao smiled happily: "Okay." Let me tell you a story about Su Dongpo! ”

Seeing that he really wanted to tell a joke, the three of them immediately said that they would listen to him.

Of course, inadvertently remembering the joke of opening the door with a key, Su Luoyan felt a little panicked...... The kind of deer that rams around......

There was no nonsense, Zheng Mao said directly: "Su Dongpo has a monk friend named Buddha Yin. Usually, the two of them always don't forget to learn from each other in Zen, but every time they always let the Buddha seal have the upper hand, Su Dongpo always felt that it was not a taste, so he tried his best to make the Buddha seal unable to step down. One day, the two of them were sitting in meditation together, and Su Dongpo asked Buddha Yin on a whim: 'What do you think my current posture of meditation looks like?' The Buddha Yin said, 'Like a Buddha.' Su Dongpo was full of pride after hearing this. At this time, Zen Master Foyin asked Su Dongpo rhetorically: 'Then what do you think my sitting posture looks like?' Su Dongpo saw the Buddha seal sitting cross-legged, and the brown robe fell to the ground, and said, ......"

Seeing Zheng Mao's appearance of hanging people's appetites, Su Luoyan hurriedly asked, "What is it like?" ”

"A pile of cow dung!" Loud and sound.

Laugh.

Even Tang Chuhe, who was originally going to give a cold face and not give face, couldn't help but laugh a few times.

Tang Xin's face turned red, he was still holding chopsticks in his hand, and he leaned back with a smile and said, "Hey, others are eating, aren't you disgusting!" ”

"It's not over yet," Zheng Mao's old god was there, and continued: "Afterwards, Su Dongpo told Su Xiaomei about it while being proud. Unexpectedly, Su Xiaomei poured a scoop of cold water on him, 'You will lose miserably now', Su Xiaomei said. Su Dongpo was puzzled and asked: 'How do you say this?' Su Xiaomei is: "What is in the heart is what you see, the Zen master has a Buddha in his heart, so he sees you as a Buddha; You have cow dung in your heart, that's why you regard the Zen master as cow dung. ”