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The tricks are novel, but they all cost money, and when he thinks of this, he doesn't have the courage to look at it again.

"Zimo, where have you been these days?"

Hearing this voice, Zimo raised his eyebrows, this fat man was really enthusiastic, and he actually followed. But he wasn't used to that kind of enthusiasm.

Such an enthusiastic person will only be sold in the wasteland and help count the money. Such people are dead in the wasteland.

"Zimo, let's go, I'll invite you to dinner." The fat man walked directly with Zimo in his arms, Zimo's hand stiffened, and he almost ran away again, but he finally held back.

Zimo decided to say something to divert his physical discomfort, and it was the first time he had been hugged like this.

"Why did you invite me to dinner?"

He had actually observed it a long time ago, in this city. This kind of action can only be done by buddies with excellent relationships. Is this how the people of the city show kindness?

He moved his shoulders and dodged the hand that was holding him. Hugging like that, once the fat man has any bad intentions, he will be strangled by the neck, although he has at least five ways in his heart, in that case, carry out an effective counterattack and kill the fat man.

But he was still not used to putting himself in danger, even if the person looked enthusiastic.

The fat man was dodged by him, and did not care, but asked rhetorically, "Aren't we friends?" ”

Zimo is not talking, he doesn't know what a friend is, but he does know what a comrade-in-arms is.

It is a relationship that has broken out between life and death countless times, and it will be spurned if you abandon your comrades. He believes that friends should be similar, and only those who break out between life and death can be regarded as real friends.

As for being able to become friends after meeting for the first time, he didn't believe it.

But someone invited himself to eat, which was not bad, at least it saved the money for another meal.

The fat man asked, "Where do you see eating?" ”

Zimo pointed to a noodle restaurant, and seeing that the fat man was so enthusiastic, he decided to eat a few more bowls to express his gratitude to the fat man.

can't live up to the fat man, although in Zimo's heart, the two of them are not friends, but the friends are from strangers.

Well, I must pay him a few more bowls to express my sincerity.

"Zimo, are you short of money?" The fat man asked while eating, and it could be seen from his body shape that the fat man was an authentic foodie.

The fat man secretly praised, Zimo is really good at picking places, and the noodles here are really delicious. But when did a new noodle restaurant open here, why don't I know.

For a foodie who claimed to have eaten all of Xingyao City at the age of ten and established himself to eat all the Pure Land before he was twenty years old, this is simply a shame.

Zimo's mouth was stuffed with noodles, and he said vaguely, "Well, it's okay, I can eat a full meal." ”

The fat man lowered his head and said, "If you are short of money, I can lend it to you." ”

Zimo's heart was full of emotion for the first time, why didn't Mr. Lan Bing feel this way when he said that he lent him money? He was a little strange, but he didn't dwell on it.

He felt that he had to do something to be worthy of the fat man's righteousness, so he said to the boss, "Auntie, two more bowls, no, three bowls." ”

The fat man was not to be outdone, people can no longer be defeated in the field they are good at, he stretched out his finger magnificently, "Give me three bowls too." ”

But soon, the fat man's enthusiasm was exhausted.

Looking at Zimo, who was still eating noodles with his head down, the fat man patted his stomach, full of resentment, as the first foodie in Xingyao City, he didn't even beat him in terms of eating.

Unforgivable, unforgivable. Even if someone directly beat him up, he wouldn't do that.

Looking at the noodle bowls stacked in front of Zimo that were taller than himself, the fat man was speechless for a while, and asked angrily, "Zimo, haven't you eaten a full meal?" ”

The chopsticks in Zimo's hand were stunned and continued to eat, "No, I've eaten a full meal for three years." ”

"You mean for twelve years, you haven't had a full meal."

The fat man signed up with Zimo that day, so he naturally knew his age.

The truth of his words, the fat man naturally will not doubt the authenticity of people, people like Zimo do not disdain to lie.

Therefore, he asked in disbelief.

"Hmm." Zimo nodded, pulled the noodles, and continued unconcernedly, "When you are in the wasteland, sometimes you may not be able to eat food for three days. Being able to eat one meal a day is probably a luxury. ”

"You're from the wasteland?"

The fat man was silent for a while, he naturally knew that there was a shortage of food in the wasteland, in fact, powerful people could hunt foreign beasts in the wasteland, and there was no shortage of food. But the strength is small, only waiting for the alliance to deliver spoiled and expired food every week.

The fat man remembered that he had read in the book that the strong have everything, and the weak can only fight everything, and this is the wasteland.

"That's right."

Zimo nodded indifferently while stuffing it into his mouth.

The fat man was silent for a while, he didn't know where to start for a while, he suddenly wanted to comfort the young man in front of him, but he didn't know how to comfort him.

The boy was still eating noodles, and there was no grief on his face. Maybe he doesn't need comfort at all, he's just like a weed, stubbornly fighting all storms, and then continuing to grow in his own way.

The fat man suddenly understood why he felt a head shorter in front of this teenager. That's because this teenager has a maturity that he doesn't have.

Zimo's face was a little regretful, hey, he couldn't eat, he should eat a few more bowls to honor him.

Such a good person, I am really sorry for him.

Zimo patted his stomach and could only regret saying to the fat man, "This meal is good." Fatty, you're also good. ”

"Well, it's good to be satisfied. Boss, check out. ”

The eyes of the noodle maker have turned into crescent moons. There were a few more such guests, two people, and they ate the amount of food for more than two dozen people.

The fat man looked at Zimo, who had eaten twice as much as himself, and sighed in his heart, it seems that in the future, this No. 1 foodie in Xingyao City will be Xian.

"We will always be friends." When leaving, the fat man said heavily to Zimo.

The expression was like making the most solemn promise.

The enthusiastic fat man felt that Zimo had lived a hard life for twelve years, and he couldn't let him be so miserable in the future.

Well, let's start by letting him eat a full meal in the future, and invite him to eat more in the future, but looking at the bill in his hand, the corners of his mouth twitched, even if he invited him to eat, it is not something that ordinary people can invite.

Zimo expressed his gratitude again and said goodbye to the fat man. Looking at the fat man is becoming more and more pleasing to the eye. He was almost blown up, he staggered back to Qingdao House, and when he went back, he fell asleep again.

What a good person, arrogant classmates are good people, Teacher Lan Bing is a good person, and fat people are also good people.

Perhaps the difference between the Pure Land and the Wasteland is that there are many good people in the Pure Land, and the people I meet are so good.

Zimo slept with a smile, in the dark, the cross at the center of his eyebrows once again emitted a silver light, and this time, the silver light was unprecedentedly bright, completely surrounding his body, of course, he didn't know all this.