Wang Ke's life is very boring and boring, he is a workaholic, working hard for his life all the time, and climbing up at all costs.

People who were poor as children tend to have a greater attachment to money when they grow up, and they crave the security that comes with money accumulation.

Moreover, it is difficult for people born in normal families to understand the psychology of children coming out of orphanages, and what they lack is not just "the security of money".

In the past, Zhou Ze was the same, but as a human being, Zhou Ze was a lot lazy and looked at it a lot.

There is no obsession that cannot be solved by "dying once",

If it doesn't work,

Then die a few more times,

You'll see it.

Wang Ke proposed to play poker, Zhou Ze was noncommittal, Bai Yingying was dismissive, the old Taoist had the heart to support the game, but the two of them couldn't play poker, so they had to give up.

In the end, Wang Ke directly took out his patient's case for research and started his work directly, without seeing how frightened he was.

Zhou Ze looked at his "elder brother" who grew up together in this orphanage, as if he saw his former self.

Even before death, they want to have more, pursue more, and everyone enjoys the pleasure of work, the satisfaction of accumulation and squirrels hiding nuts in their own tree holes.

Whether there is tomorrow or not, we must work.

Outside the window, a bright light began to appear, and the night passed like this, a little slow, but also a little fast, the zombie didn't come, no one knocked on the door, no one broke the window, tonight, it was peaceful.

Zhou Ze deliberately waited for a while longer, and it was not until the morning that Zhou Ze planned to get up.

"That's it for today, I'll go back."

Wang Ke didn't come to beg Zhou Ze not to go and continue to protect himself, he lowered his head and continued to look at his case, when Zhou Ze resigned, he raised his head, stretched his waist slightly tiredly, and smiled at Zhou Ze:

"Let's have breakfast and then let's go."

Lao Dao wanted to nod very much, but he had to look at Zhou Ze's face, anyway, for Lao Dao, he was very satisfied with the food of the Wang family, fine and exquisite, and pursued taste bud enjoyment rather than simply to fill his stomach.

"No, don't bother."

Zhou Ze has a respectful attitude towards anything related to "eating" in the Wang family.

Hearing this, Lao Dao was a little disappointed, in fact, he had a good mouth yesterday, and he ate so many messy things, but he didn't have a stomach.

"Are the guests leaving?"

At this time, Wang Ke's wife came down the stairs.

She was wearing a black pajamas, and because of the presence of guests, she wore an extra white coat, but her beautiful figure could still be seen.

The young 、、、 woman is romantic, and the charm flows out.

Bai Yingying stood in Zhou Ze and stretched out his hand and gently tugged Zhou Ze's arm, Zhou Ze looked over and saw the string of red marks on the calf of Wang Ke's wife's left leg.

Like blood, it meandered down the path of the stream from the depths of the dense jungle, shedding the traces of time.

"Honey, I knocked over my bottle of red nail polish when I went to bed last night and didn't notice it, and when I woke up in the morning, I saw the red on the ground, and I almost fainted.

I watched a horror movie a while ago, and you know, I thought you were eating me while I was asleep like the hero in the movie. ”

Wang Ke's wife walked up to Wang Ke and reached out to stroke Wang Ke's jaw, her husband stayed awake all night, and she was a little distressed.

"You're too skinny, I can't get enough to eat." Wang Ke responded with a smile and teasingly, "Let's go make breakfast." ”

"No need, sister-in-law."

Zhou Ze refused again,

"Let's go first, if you have something, you can come to my bookstore to find me, by the way, my bookstore has moved to South Street now, not far from here."

Zhou Ze means that if you really feel that something is wrong, you can take refuge in your own bookstore.

This is the maximum Zhou Ze can do, he can't stay by Wang Ke's side 24 hours a day to protect him, besides, today is the Qingming Festival, which is the time for his bookstore to "do good".

Many new customers will flock to the bookstore because of the arrival of the Qingming Festival, which is a big business, similar to the peak season, and Zhou Ze is not willing to miss it.

refused to be retained by Wang Ke and his wife, and Zhou Ze and the three walked out of the Wang villa.

As soon as he walked out, Zhou Ze stopped and glanced back at the balcony.

Wang Ke's daughter should still be sleeping, it is the Qingming Festival holiday, and she doesn't have to go to school.

Little Lori shouldn't have come back yet, or, she can't come back at all, in fact, if Little Lori comes back, it is estimated that Wang Ke's worries are superfluous, and the zombie really wants to come to the Wang family for revenge.

"Boss, is that really red nail polish?" The white warbler asked behind Zhou Ze.

"It may also be that I was afraid of embarrassment during menstruation, so I made an excuse."

"............" white warbler warbler.

Zhou Ze suddenly thought of a question, looked at Bai Yingying, and said, "You should have stopped, right?" ”

"............" white warbler warbler.

How embarrassed is this to answer, and, where do zombies get that kind of thing!

The three of them walked to the entrance of the community, because it was morning, so it was very lively, and many stalls on the street had been opened.

Regardless of whether or not there have been any recent vicious incidents, people's lives always have to go on.

A middle-aged man with sound limbs was sitting on his knees on the ground, holding a bowl in his hand, begging there, looking a little pitiful, his body was dirty, and his mouth kept "ahhhhh

When Lao Dao passed by, the beggar reached out and grabbed Lao Dao's trouser tube, and motioned Lao Dao to give him a little charity.

Beggar is also a profession that requires a lot of experience, as well as knowing how to distinguish and focus on choosing one's own customer base.

Who knew that Lao Dao directly waved his sleeves and blocked the beggar holding his hand, and at the same time spat at the beggar and scolded:

"You have hands and feet, you are younger than the poor road, it's not good to do something, but you are begging here, and the faces of your ancestors have been lost by you!"

With the age and identity of the old way, it is not wrong to say these words at all.

He is old, he still has to start a live broadcast, and he has to serve ghosts, he is usually very frugal, but Zhou Ze heard Bai Yingying say that Lao Tao seems to have sponsored a few poor students in the mountains.

When the beggar heard this, he was quite annoyed and angry, and stood up directly, only to hear him scream, and then fell to the ground, constantly opening his teeth and claws, "Ahhhhhh He shouted.

directly means that Lao Dao beat him, and the implication is that he wants to slander people.

When Lao Dao saw this scene, he was so angry that he was about to laugh, and he couldn't wait to really go up and punch this poor goods a few times.

Of course, onlookers began to appear all around, and everyone came with the mentality of watching the excitement, and no one spoke to this beggar or came out.

In these years, everyone's sympathy has long been almost consumed by beggars and liars, and it is human nature to sympathize with the weak, but in these years, sometimes people who seem to be "weak" often reverse, and maybe his life is better than that of those who sympathize with him.

Zhou Ze frowned slightly, he didn't want to delay any time for this kind of thing, so he glanced at Bai Yingying.

The white warbler understood and approached the crowd.

The beggar only felt a piercing chill under him, and immediately jumped up and shouted:

"I'm cold, I'm cold!"

He was able to speak, and there was laughter from the crowd, and although he didn't know why, everyone found it funny.

The beggar ran away in disgrace.

Lao Dao sniffed, sighed, and said, "Some people deserve to be poor. ”

Zhou Ze smiled, and didn't say that the mobile phone he saw in the beggar's pocket before was an Apple X.

The three of them made do with breakfast at the entrance of the community, the white warbler was very intimate with sour plum juice, this time Zhou Ze ate more, he didn't eat a bite of supper last night, and he really needs to eat to replenish his energy.

After eating, Bai Yingying prepared to take a taxi back to the bookstore.

At this moment, an old man with white hair and a rickety back walked in front of the three of them, the old man carried a bag in his left hand and a plastic bag in his right hand, as if he had just returned from grocery shopping.

What makes people notice is that the old man has only two fingers on his left hand, which is a real disabled person.

Lao Dao saw this scene and took the initiative to step forward and ask if he needed help.

The old man shook his head and said no.

Lao Dao said, "Brother, it's okay, you live in this community, I'll help you carry it back." ”

But the old man still smiled and shook his head insistently to indicate that he could, that he could do his own business, and that he didn't need help, even if it did seem difficult for him to carry things with his two fingers.

The old man walked forward, and he should live in the same community as Wang Ke.

The old Taoist breathed a sigh of relief and said: "People and people, they are really different, people with sound limbs who are not very old, kneeling on the ground and wanting to beg for nothing, and want to eat for nothing."

But this disabled older brother, who is a round older than me, still maintains his self-esteem and pride.

When the floating white, this morning chicken soup is enjoyable. I feel that this day is another day full of vitality and positive energy. ”

Lao Dao was there talking to himself and self-satisfaction, which is the situation of everyone who has drunk chicken soup, as if his soul has been purified in an instant.

"He's dropped something." Zhou Ze opened his mouth to remind.

"What, did you drop your wallet? Then I'll send it back quickly, he's a big old person, and it's really easy to forget things, and his memory won't be good, and it's not easy. ”

Lao Dao looked at Zhou Ze as he spoke, and then the whole person was stunned, with a frightened expression on his face;

I saw that Zhou Ze was holding the knuckle of a middle finger in his hand, and there were blood stains on the end, and there was even a faint heat rising on it, which was really fresh.

"You're right, when people get old, their memory is not good.

Even the finger fell off,

I didn't even notice it. ”