Junko noticed that at the mouth of the alley was a small restaurant that looked dilapidated and old, and a dim light bulb at the door looked so fragile in the wind and snow.

Zhao Wusheng carried Shunzi and walked into this restaurant. The restaurant was empty, and the few randomly placed tables were spotless, and Zhao Wusheng threw Shunzi aside. Sitting on one of the stools.

"Lao Xu, Lao Xu," Zhao Wusheng roared.

"In, in." An old man with a wrinkled face ran out of the back hall.

Lao Xu's face smiled like a flower, and he looked shrewd and sophisticated. And he turned a blind eye to the Shunzi on the ground, as if he had long been used to it, and there was only Zhao Wusheng sitting on the stool in his eyes.

"Hey, Zhao Ye, it's snowing so hard tonight," Old Xu smiled flatteringly.

Shunzi suddenly thought sadly, this can't be a human meat bun shop, Zhao Wusheng is so vicious, he actually wants to make him a human meat bun

Zhao Wusheng said: "Come to two big bowls of mutton soup and ten baked cakes"

"Okay~" Lao Xu trotted all the way back to the back hall.

Zhao Wusheng put one hand on the table and one hand rested on his knee. Looking at the dilapidated wall skin opposite, I was stunned.

Junko lay on the ground, very close to the door, although there was a thick curtain separating it, but some fragments of cold wind still penetrated into it, blowing Junko firmly shivered.

"Ahem" Junko finally couldn't help it, coughing violently, and a large pool of blood spurted out of his mouth.

Zhao Wusheng was attracted by the cough, turned his head, and was also a little stunned. Junko's originally pale face turned red from coughing, and the blood was still spurting out.

Zhao Wusheng frowned slightly, now he knew. The so-called "stomach cancer" was not orchestrated by Shun's mother to win sympathy.

Zhao Wusheng got up, took some tissues from the counter, put them in Junzi's hand, and untied the rope on his body.

Junko was still coughing, picked up a tissue and covered her mouth, coughing for more than a minute before stopping.

"It looks serious," Zhao Wusheng asked.

"The doctor said I was going to die at any time." Junko gasped for breath, as if cherishing her hard-earned oxygen. His face slowly turned pale again. "So, if you want to kill me to avenge your old land, you'd better hurry up, or maybe I'll die before you do it."

"Then you'll have to hold on a little longer." Zhao Wusheng said: "It's not time yet. ”

Junzi was a little speechless, he felt that the conversation between himself and Zhao Wusheng was a little funny. One let the other party kill himself early, otherwise it will be too late; One let the other party insist on it. Don't die so quickly.

Two bowls of mutton soup and ten pancakes have been served. Lao Xu still didn't look at Shunzi, as if this person didn't exist.

It is precisely because of Lao Xu's character that he was able to live a few more years. Look at what should be seen, and never look at what shouldn't. This is Lao Xu's life creed. This is not the first time Zhao Wusheng has taken people to his sheep soup restaurant to eat, and every time Lao Xu turns a blind eye, he really does the six words "don't see, don't listen, don't speak".

Junko half-sat on the ground, looking at the two bowls of mutton soup and ten baked cakes on the table, with a somewhat confused look on her face.

Zhao Wusheng found out and asked, "How?"

"I've had dinner in the evening." Junko sighed slightly: "Although it smells very good, I can't eat it." ”

"It's not for you to eat." Zhao Wusheng said coldly. Then he ate slowly, took a bite of the baked cake, drank a mouthful of soup, and then from time to time he scooped up the haggis in the bowl with chopsticks and ate it.

Junzi looked at Zhao Wusheng's leisurely appearance, thinking that there were countless people chasing him outside, and he had some strange feelings in his heart. If it were him, would he be so calm

Zhao Wusheng's hand did not tremble. I didn't panic, I ate the baked cakes, just the mutton soup, one bite at a time, it looked very slow, but I didn't stop for a while, and in less than a while, I had already eaten half of it.

"I used to bring my old man here for dinner." Zhao Wusheng said suddenly: "That guy can eat better than me, and he wants fifteen baked cakes and three bowls of mutton soup each time." ”

"Oh." Junko said. He somewhat understood that Zhao Wusheng was talking about this, but he couldn't understand it.

But Zhao Wusheng didn't seem to say it to him, because Zhao Wusheng didn't care about Junzi's reaction and attitude at all.

"Our village is very poor, and usually getting into a car can attract onlookers." Zhao Wusheng said while eating: "The whole village is a peasant facing the loess with his back to the sky, and the village with a big fart can hear the quarrel at the head of the village." ”

Junzi couldn't figure out whether Zhao Wusheng was telling herself. But Lao Xu is not there. His ears were not covered, so he had to listen like this, but he didn't speak again. Upper vertical investment brother.

Zhao Wusheng ate unhurriedly, in the steaming mutton soup, as if he had returned to that quiet and isolated village.

"My dad and his dad are brothers, so he calls me brother. But my parents died young, and I was basically raised by my father. Although Zhao Wusheng was talking, he did not stop eating baked cakes and drinking mutton soup, but his speed slowed down slightly.

Zhao Wusheng's forehead was already densely covered with beads of sweat, and it looked like he had drunk the mutton soup very happily.

"No one in the village has ever tried to go outside, and I'm the first." Zhao Wusheng said: "The Lao Tu family is very poor, and they can only afford one person to study with the income from farming every year, except for the family's expenses. And because I was older, I naturally went to school first. ”

"I'm ten years older than Lao Tu. When I graduated from junior high school, I was old enough to enter school. But Lao Tu's father said that my grades were very good, and maybe I would get ahead in the future, so he asked me to continue studying, so he asked Lao Tu to continue to sit at home. ”

"Lao Tu was still young at that time, and he didn't think it was a big deal to not go to school, but he just played with a neighbor's child named Liu Xing every day. I lived up to my expectations and was admitted to high school, of course, not the city No. 1 middle school, that place can only be entered by super perverted brains or rich families. This was the case a long time ago. ”

"I'm not in City No. 1 Middle School, I'm in a high school that is also a key point. But that's a big deal. Because in our village, no one has ever gone to high school. The old-fashioned parents were very excited, and set up a few tables of banquets for the first time. In the eyes of the villagers, being admitted to high school is the same as the middle school lift, which is to treat guests. ”

"Because of that banquet, Lao Tu seemed to see the fun of going to school, and he would be praised by the whole village, so he also shouted that he wanted to go to school."

"If he wants to go to school, Liu Xing will also go to school. Our family has already provided one, and we can't provide any more. And Liu Xing's family could afford it, so he played Liu Xing and went to school. The old man is even more hungry and thirsty for school, crying and making trouble all day long. But the old-fashioned parents made up their minds to provide me with one, and ignored the old-fashioned requests. ”

"That's why every time I go home, I can see the old man with tears in his eyes. He told me that he wanted to go to school. Naturally, my heart was sad. ”

At this point in the story, ten baked cakes and two bowls of mutton soup were all wiped out by Zhao Wusheng. He touched his stomach, and seemed to be a little unsatisfied, so he shouted: "Lao Xu, have five more baked cakes and a bowl of mutton soup." ”

"I proposed the idea of dropping out of school to my old-fashioned parents, but I was scolded by them, and I didn't dare to come up with such an idea again. But at that time, it was the early nineties, and the situation in Xinxiang City was chaotic and stormy. All kinds of gangsters and hooligans are rampant, and the Wolf Gang and the Skywalker have repeatedly collided, which is really much more complicated than now. ”

This bad atmosphere in society quickly swept into every school, and as a high school student with immature mind and first-class destructive power, he naturally couldn't avoid it. At that time, in my school, it was common to form cliques and fights, and almost every student was absorbed by different forces. It's not a matter of self-control, it's a matter of circumstance, and if you don't, it's not just a matter of being isolated, you're going to be blackmailed and beaten endlessly. ”

"I'm not exempt from vulgarity, following a little boss who claims to be the peripheral force of the Evil Wolf Gang, according to him, there is an older brother who works in the Evil Wolf Gang, and with this, he has also pulled up a force in the school. I followed him, and with his style of fighting and not wanting to die, I quickly gained his appreciation, and I had a smooth journey, and I also became the second-in-command of this small force. ”

"We were really beautiful in school at that time, eating good wine and meat every day, beating anyone who didn't like it, and charging some students for protection, and becoming a real overlord of the land. If things go on like this, maybe I'll be expelled from school and go back to the village in despair and farm for the rest of my life. ”

"Because I had money at that time, I thought that Lao Tu could finally go to school. I took it home and lied to my old parents, saying that I knew a rich classmate and I earned it by helping him with his homework every day. The old-fashioned father thought that I was doing double homework by doing this, which could not only consolidate my knowledge, but also make money, of course, it would be beneficial and harmless, so he also accepted it happily. ”

"With money, you can go to school. At that time, Liu Xingdu was already in the third grade of primary school, but he started studying in the first grade. But when he got his wish, he was very happy. ”

"The old-fashioned father saw his triumphant look, so he scolded: Take your brother's money, you have to be able to get good grades, I twisted my head down and knew that the bastard who teased cats and dogs was old-fashioned and his father said this, not that he really looked down on the old-fashioned, but that he was provoking him."

"When I first started school, he pushed me to do that. The old man was really fooled, and he held back his strength and studied hard. In our village, grades 1 to 6 are in the same class. In addition to listening to his own class, Lao Tu went to listen to other grades. At first, he didn't understand it, so he tried to write it down and then digest it slowly. ”

308 The one who touches the harp at night and talks about the past