As a person who has dealt with Hongyue and BCI for most of his life, Uncle Xing is naturally not surprised.

Xia Chenghao looked at the drooling fruit in his hand and shook his head: "Then what are your plans?" ”

"Intended?" Uncle Xing frowned and looked at the fruits and vegetables on the rooftop, "It seems that this season is going to be wasted again." ”

"I'll introduce you to a child and let him take care of it for you!"

"It seems that you are not here for yourself, but for someone else."

The same can be said. However, there is another reason for this matter, but for a while, I only have a little clue, and it is inconvenient to tell you. ”

Uncle Xing shook his head, took a bite of the tomato, and concentrated on tasting the sweet and sour juice in his mouth.

Xia Chenghao smiled bitterly and concentrated on eating tomatoes.

Uncle Xing walked under another melon rack, picked up a small bamboo basket, picked the half-opened pumpkin flowers one by one, and said, "You go downstairs and get some wine." ”

"You're going to cook here?"

"Where are you not going to be?"

Xia Chenghao went down to get the wine, and came up with two boxes of cold beer for a while.

"Put it in the tank over there." Uncle Xing pointed to a corner and said. He had set up a simple stove at some point, and along the corner of the wall, a small cabinet opened, and it was actually a small cupboard.

Pots and bowls were already set up on the desk, and the bowls contained freshly cut loofahs and beans, as well as a few eggs.

Uncle Xing was about to beat the egg.

"Where do the eggs come from? What are you going to do? Xia Chenghao asked half-jokingly.

"Chickens."

"What about chickens? Why didn't I hear a chicken? ”

"The chickens are sleeping." Uncle Xing said casually and pointed to the back, "After taking a nap, they will come out for a walk." ”

"It's so troublesome, I'm starting to worry about whether that kid can take care of your darling."

Xia Chenghao scratched his head and asked tentatively, "Why don't we eat the chicken in the next few days?" ”

Uncle Xing suddenly shook his hand, and a chopstick flew towards Xia Chenghao's mouth like electricity.

Xia Chenghao grabbed the chopsticks and said with a smile: "I know it, I dare to love me and I am not even as good as a chicken." ”

"They lay an egg for me every day, and you give me trouble all the time, and you think you should be more important than them?" Uncle Xing snorted coldly.

"Just kidding." Xia Chenghao threw the chopsticks back, and Uncle Xing took them without looking back, and continued to beat the eggs, while beating, he used the chopsticks to test the consistency of the egg liquid.

"Do you want to help? I'll cook too. Xia Chenghao walked over and stood aside and asked.

"I know you'll do it, but today you're a guest, so it's okay to sit. I'm really free, tell me about the situation over there. By the way, help me pick a pumpkin again, don't be too big, make a cake. Make two potatoes and a carrot by the wall, wash a piece of ginger, and I'm going to make a crab. ”

"Crab, tsk." Xia Chenghao wiped the corners of his mouth and hurriedly started work.

In just over ten minutes, four dishes and one soup were made, fried eggs and loofah crabs, fried pumpkin cakes with oil flowers, tomato egg soup and fruit platter.

"That's high enough." Xia Chenghao rubbed his hands, picked up the chopsticks and was about to pick up the vegetables. Uncle Xing took out a small chair out of nowhere and sat down.

The two of them poured a few sips of a bottle of beer.

Eating in the cool breeze.

Xia Chenghao sighed, he really didn't expect that after the cleaner and the informant retired, he would live in such an environment, which was actually quite good. I don't know why that Fang Yaoqiang said so terrifyingly, what is old and has nothing to support, etc.

"Do you know Black Two and Black Three?" Xia Chenghao asked suddenly.

"I don't know."

"Something happened to them at the beginning of the year."

"Dead?"

"Nope! But it's worse than death. ”

"What's the matter? Don't want to talk about it yet? Uncle Xing asked dissatisfiedly.

"It should be the ...... that was used by the purges"

Uncle Xing was silent for a long time and sighed: "I knew that there would be trouble around you." ”

"Don't take it too seriously, maybe they just dropped out. I think, look into ......," Ha Seung-ho shrugged and said lightly.

"Since you've already brought it up, of course I won't refuse." Uncle Xing picked up a browned pumpkin flower wrapped in an egg, stuck it in a small plate of pepper noodles, put it in his mouth, and chewed it slowly.

"Looking at your good enjoyment now, my heart is really ......" Xia Chenghao stopped talking.

"Guilty?" Uncle Xing glanced at him.

"Smug, I'm proud." Xia Chenghao said jokingly, raised his head and poured the beer into his mouth in one go.

Uncle Xing shook his head and asked helplessly, "Have you seen these two people?" ”

"I saw it once a few years ago." Xia Chenghao's expression suddenly became a little solemn.

"Got it?" Uncle Xing asked thoughtfully.

"After a few strokes."

"The result?"

"I didn't try it, after all, it's not a life-and-death fight." Xia Chenghao took a chopstick crab and put it in his mouth.

"How?"

"Smelly and invisible, alas!" Xia Chenghao half frowned and sighed slightly, as if he still had some regrets.

"The way to eat is simple." Uncle Xing said lightly.

"Simple?"

"A grateful heart, a hungry stomach." Uncle Xing picked up a piece of pumpkin pie and put it in his mouth and chewed it

Xia Chenghao laughed and shook his head: "Old man, you should be proud!" ”

"Eat and drink for nothing, and talk so much." Uncle Xing scolded with a smile.

"It's not for nothing, it's for you." Xia Chenghao took out a thin pen from his arms and put it on the table.

"This thing?" Uncle Xing raised his eyebrows and asked.

Xia Chenghao shook his head: "This is a jet injection pen, which is pushed by electromagnetic force to spray the drug out of the nozzle of the pen tip at the speed of sound, and the person feels like being bitten by a mosquito, and the pressure can be adjusted." ”

"How much?"

"I made it myself, and I paid for your meal." Xia Chenghao smiled.

"Okay, that's pretty much it." Uncle Xing unceremoniously put away the pen.

"The next step is to add a remote control."

"yes, and then on the couch."

"Install it in advance and start it at a scheduled time."

"Whoever sits is unlucky."

"Before you know it, you're going to die."

The two of them burst out laughing.

"That person, do you have any news of him?" Uncle Xing asked.

Xia Chenghao shook his head.

"I've been thinking about a question all these years." Uncle Xing looked at the sky, "Is life just an accident when it is conceived?" ”

"Of course not, only half of the genetic factors of the two sides will be selected, so it may not necessarily be decided by punching!"

"Life from scratch is like a blank slate, but what if that blank slate is actually full of words?" Uncle Xing's words seemed to imply something.

"Too much knowledge weakens curiosity, and if people are born with all the knowledge, will they continue to explore the unknown?" Xia Chenghao muttered to himself.

"Is the purpose of life more knowledge? That's definitely not the real point. ”

"For me, people who turn their backs on their ideals cannot be truly happy." Xia Chenghao answered the question. However, Uncle Xing didn't ask any more questions.

"It's a good place, but it's not a place to live for a long time." Uncle Xing took a sip of wine.

Xia Chenghao looked up at the room and smiled softly: "Be content!" ”

"It's not a question of whether I'm content or not, it's a question of not enough, so when the time comes, I should go."

In fact, Uncle Xing will arrange an excellent place for him to go, and Xia Chenghao can also fully bear and adapt to it. That was the dark night hidden behind Uncle Xing, the same organization as Red Moon with the purging as the main body, an organization that also carried over the various federal operations of Gris. (To be continued.) )