Hearing this out-of-town sister say this, I was really shocked.

When I was about to ask something again, the car had already arrived at the station, and I had to change trains to go to Zhao Wei's shop. Walking up to the platform, I glanced back at the eldest sister on the train, who waved at me and the car started.

Taking out my mobile phone, I opened WeChat and looked at Lin Lu's avatar, a very quiet and high-quality woman.

How could the words "schizophrenia" have anything to do with her.

But,Even if that's the case,It doesn't seem to have anything to do with me.,After all, people are very arrogant.,I don't even want to say a word to my dick.。

Hey, I'm sad enough, too.

Thinking all the way, I came to Zhao Wei's shop.

The sun is shining brightly today, I don't know why, I always feel that the best shop in this area doesn't seem to shine at all, but there is no shelter above the shop, but it looks so gloomy and strange.

Entering the shop, it was cold inside, as if the air conditioner was turned on.

The shop was very wide, and I walked back and forth in it for a while, and my hands were dusty everywhere.

I took out my mobile phone and looked at it, the signal was normal, and I stayed for about half an hour, and just when I was about to leave, I heard the sound of a pot and spoon flipping from the kitchen.

I was stunned and remembered Boss Li's words.

Walking gently to the kitchen door, sure enough, I saw a chef dressed in white, sweating in front of the stove, the fire in the stove was fierce, and the dishes in the pot were turning rapidly.

As soon as the dishes came out of the pot, I also saw a woman walk past me into the kitchen.

She picked up the cook's dish and turned away. As she walked past me, I saw that the dish was green and white, and the slices of beef were steaming hot and delicious.

This should be the "raw stir-fried beef".

When the cook finished stir-frying, he sat down on the floor and started smoking, and I walked up to him, and he looked up at me, and the emotion on his face could not be seen under his distorted features.

I've only seen such a terrible face in film and television dramas, and when a person with this kind of face is vividly displayed in front of me, my heart still trembles.

Admittedly, I somewhat overestimated my mental capacity.

His mouth could not be closed at all, and the cigarette butt was bitten on his teeth.

Holding back the discomfort in my heart, I looked at the two eyeballs that he rolled out. We didn't speak as we looked at each other, and that's when I heard a woman's cry coming from the hall.

Walking back into the lobby, I saw a woman standing on a table, crying over the plate of beef, and I stood next to her, watching her body tremble constantly, tears falling into the dishes on the table.

Taking out my phone, I checked the signal again, and sure enough, even the 2G was gone.

The woman's mouth muttered, as if she was muttering something, I approached her and listened carefully, she said so indistinctly that I only heard two words: "Little tree ......"

Small trees?

What does that mean? I looked outside, and there was indeed a row of trees planted on the curb, but it was not very tall. Could it be that she was referring to the trees?

Just as I was thinking, a voice came from behind me, and the man from the kitchen had just come out, he had now taken off his cook's clothes, put on a vest, and sat down at the table.

The woman went back to the kitchen and took out the dishes and chopsticks and put them on the table, and I counted them, and there were three pairs of dishes and chopsticks. I was a little surprised, maybe they had one for me.

The woman also sat down and sat face to face with the man, and the two men looked up at each other for a moment, and then looked down at the other pair of chopsticks.

The man raised his chopsticks and put a slice of beef in the bowl for the woman.

Sobbing again, the woman ate the piece of beef, and the man opposite saw it and comforted the woman, but I still couldn't hear what she was saying.

The two of them began to eat the dish in large gulps, not paying any attention to me, and I was watching.

Relieved, I felt an inexplicable sense of relief, and it was obvious that that the pair of dishes and chopsticks was not prepared for me.

I noticed that when they were eating, they didn't put vegetables in the empty bowl next to them, the bowl was full of beef, the meat was sliced, the texture was very good, and I knew that the texture must be very tender without tasting it.

The most tender part of the beef is the tenderloin, and the best part of the tenderloin is the part near the neck, but unfortunately, there is only a little bit of meat quality for a cow.

It is used for raw stir-frying, and it only needs to be flipped seven or eight times in the pot over high heat to get out of the pot, and the taste is very tender when chewed.

The woman took a few bites of beef, and suddenly began to whine and cry again, she put down her chopsticks, looked at the empty bowl next to her that was filled with beef but no one ate it, and couldn't cry.

The man hurried over to comfort the woman, and at the same time, I saw tears falling from his distorted eyes, and I could see that he was trying to suppress it so as not to make the woman have more negative emotions.

I was a little embarrassed, neither advancing nor retreating, I could only look at them like this, not knowing what to do.

From their relationship, I guess it should be a couple, and it is the kind of relationship that is very good, sometimes loving couples are not necessarily how close they are in front of people, often a small action can show the tacit understanding between the two.

After comforting his wife, the two sat down face to face and ate beef.

After that, they silently put away the dishes and chopsticks and returned to the kitchen together.

I followed, but found that it was empty, and the stove was very quiet and deserted, not at all like it had just been stir-fried.

The cell phone signal became full again, and a cold wind blew, and I sneezed.

Raising my eyes, I saw a dark figure standing in the corner not far away, judging from the appearance, it should be a person. I walked towards the man, who remained motionless.

Little by little, I finally saw the man's appearance, covered in a black cloak, with no skin showing at all.

Although I can't see each other's appearances, I'm too familiar with this outfit.

For countless nights, I dreamed of the man with slender eyebrows, and after he had killed my parents and fled, I would see such a man standing in the crowd.

The black cloak, which covers the whole body, is blurry and clear.

Finally, I saw the white arms reach out of the cloak and pull down the brim of the hat that covered her head, and I could see her face clearly.

It's exactly the same as in a dream.

His skin is as white as snow, and his red lips are like blood.

Absolutely beautiful!

"Who the hell are you!?" I whispered to her, very hard.

She didn't come back to me, the corners of her mouth were still the mysterious smile, and she disappeared with a turn......