"Eun...... Take it yourself. Uncle Wang lay on the couch and pretended to sleep, and his eyes did not open.

"Oh......" Zhang Yang picked up the antique mobile phone on the table with a familiar way, this thing is because the electric board is too old, it must be connected to the charger power supply for a long time, and without the power supply, the mobile phone will lose its minimum function, it is said that this is Wang Bo deliberately made, he used to be in the guard room often stolen mobile phones, only since the replacement of this mobile phone, he has never lost the mobile phone.

This made Zhang Yang think differently, this mobile phone can't be moved, why not get a landline phone and save much trouble?

Of course, Zhang Yang's curiosity is zero, and he doesn't bother to ask these things that have nothing to do with him, he only knows that after Uncle Wang has this mobile phone, his calls have never failed, and this time is no exception.

"Liu Biao, help......"

"What's the matter?" A deep, lazy voice came from the phone.

"I have no money, I haven't eaten since the morning, come and save me."

"Damn, so miserable?"

"Yes, yes, I'm so hungry that I can't walk......" Zhang Yang said with a sad face.

"Wait twenty minutes, I'll come right over...... No, thirty minutes ......"

"Why is it taking so long? I'm so hungry. Zhang Yang said that he was hungry, and the hunger in his stomach became more and more intense, and he felt that his stomach could now swallow a cow.

"My grass, you starved and released it! Don't worry, you won't starve to death in half an hour......" The other party hung up the phone without waiting for Zhang Yang to speak.

Zhang Yang carefully put the phone on the table, looking depressed, every time he called Liu Biao, it would not take more than ten minutes to see people, and today it actually took half an hour when he was needed the most.

"Poor boy, open the first drawer." Wang Bo raised his hand, and said weakly.

"Oh."

"See that black plastic bag?"

"Yes."

"Eat."

"Bread ......" Zhang Yang opened the black plastic bag, his eyes lit up, but he was a little uneasy about the gray and black bread, and couldn't help asking: "How long has it been, has it passed the expiration date?" ”

"Does bread have an expiration date?" The old man sat up in surprise.

"Ahem...... Yes, yes, how long has this been? ”

"It seems to be...... It's last week...... "The old man hesitated a little, as if he couldn't be sure of the exact date.

"Last week?" Zhang Yang was stunned.

"What's the matter, can't you eat it? I want to ...... in the first place."

"I eat I eat...... Woohoo......"

Zhang Yang almost took a bite of the bread with tears in his eyes, he would rather kill the obviously moldy bread than listen to the old man's "think about the beginning", it was definitely a mental torture.

The old man participated in the Vietnam War, but in fact, the war was almost over when the old man went, and until he was discharged from the army, the old man didn't know what the Vietnamese looked like, but because there was still an occasional exchange of fire at the border at that time, the old man was also considered a combatant when he was discharged from the army, and now, the old man can also get a little allowance for the combatants every month.

Of course, this is quietly told by others, and the old man himself is blowing himself into a flying cow in the sky, in short, if there is no him in the Vietnam War, China will definitely not win, at the beginning, but also fooled a group of students who worship war heroes, slowly, the old man's words will also wear a bag, naturally, that glorious image also collapsed in the hearts of the students, but, the old man himself did not know.

"You say, how am I going to catch up with Professor Li and his wife?"

Seeing Zhang Yang biting on bread, the old man lay down on the couch with satisfaction and closed his eyes.

"This and this...... I think, you better delay for a while, your husband just died, and you shouldn't have the heart to fall in love. ”

"Hey! I've thought about this too, but, but, I'm not in a hurry! ”

"What's the matter?"

"That dead fat man in the cafeteria is running to Professor Li's house every day, and if I don't attack, I may be taken first by others......" The old man had a melancholy expression.

"That ...... Ahem...... Then you go directly to her house and tell him that you like him, at your age, there is no need to beat around the bush, time is money, you are in your sixties, time is short, seize every opportunity......"

"I'm ...... Who is running out of time? ”

“……”

"But, that's really the case, okay, I'll go to her house when I get off work." The old man sighed and stood up abruptly, startling with fright.

“……”

Looking at the old man's appearance of going to the execution ground, Zhang Yang sweated profusely, his wife had only been dead for more than a month, and he actually ran to courtship at night, Zhang Yang could only secretly pray that the Buddha would bless the old man from being driven out by the broom.

"Zhang Yang, hurry up." A gruff voice came from outside the guardhouse.

"Ah...... Uncle Wang, Liu Biao is here, I'll go first......"

Hearing Liu Biao's voice, Zhang Yang hurriedly stood up as if he saw a savior.

"Oh...... Be careful, tell the kid not to hang around the door with a bunch of thugs all day. ”

"Eun."

"Go ahead." The old man became weak again, and the whole person curled up on the couch and looked extremely lonely.

"Uncle Wang, then I'll go, don't blow this fan on your chest, it's easy to catch a cold." Zhang Yang watched the old man's rugged body curled up on the couch, and suddenly felt a trace of unbearability.

"Go, go, go." The old man seemed to want to sleep, waved his hand and closed his eyes.

Zhang Yang didn't make a sound, adjusted the electric fan to the lowest gear, and gently exited the guard room, and slowly closed the door.

"Hurry up, slow like a."

Standing at the school gate was a simple-minded, well-developed guy in a suit and snow-white shirt, a striped tie, thick eyebrows and leopard eyes like iron towers, and a Yamaha 250 rag race car parked next to him, and the body was all oil.

"You...... What are you doing? "[Damn, I didn't go to bed until 4 o'clock in the morning, I couldn't sleep on the list, I came to see it together, I fainted, and I was still 108,000 miles away from being on the list...... Brothers, the time has come to need support, if you want to update it overbearing, just smash it with a recommendation ticket]