"Hello, classmate, your takeaway has arrived."

Downstairs in the women's dormitory of Border University, Zhao Qian was bored sitting on a small electric donkey, and the takeaway under his feet and in the box in the back seat of the car had already been delivered, and this was the last order.

The owner of the shop that used to deliver food went to vaccinate his son who was bitten by a wild dog. So there was no way, so I had to be in charge of cooking and matching the proprietress who was not familiar with the terrain of the school, and he was responsible for delivery.

Wearing a work clothes that smelled of oil smoke and leaning on the front of the car with his hands, Zhao Qian stuffed the mobile phone in his hand into his pocket.

waited for others and looked around. are all delivery guys like him, and it seems that most of them are part-time.

Someone came out.

The takeaway boy who was the first to notice looked up, like an animal alerted to a stranger. A few people around him also raised their heads like zebras.

Didn't speak.

The girl who came out of the girls' dormitory building swept them and didn't speak, and finally walked over with her head down when she saw that she had been there all along.

"Zhao Qian."

Chu Qiuyu walked up to him and shouted, making the boy in her eyes raise his head lazily.

"Well, the rice is in the basket of the car, and a bottle of Nutrition Express will be given."

Zhao Qian didn't raise his eyelids and said. In fact, he found her after Chu Qiuyu walked out of the door, so he wasn't surprised. Even if that number isn't hers.

Timidly, he subconsciously reached out and took the drink handed over by the young man, looking at his lifeless appearance, he didn't know what to say.

"Are you okay that night?"

Hard-headed, Chu Qiuyu asked. She was actually full of guilt for the person in front of her who jumped to the second floor in order to save herself, otherwise she wouldn't have asked her roommate to help her order a takeout that she didn't eat.

I just want to see how he is, after all, it was because of her. At least that's what she seems.

Originally, Xie Yu planned to want her to confess that night.

"It's fine."

Reluctantly coping with a sentence, Zhao Qian turned around and launched the little electric donkey under his crotch to greet him and drive away.

His heart is not here at all now, otherwise there would not have been a few takeaway delivery mixes just now.

The first knife in Shancheng made him unable to think about it, and as a result, he was yelled at by the proprietress early in the morning to deliver a morning takeaway.

After another stretch of road, Zhao Qian stopped the car.

looked suspiciously at the door of the store that was locked, and then looked at the store next door that was still open, and couldn't figure it out.

Business is not done?

Looking at the rusty iron general on the door of the iron shop, and holding the car, Zhao Qian took out the key to the door of the store that the proprietress had given him from his pocket and unscrewed the lock.

Push the door in.

The light entered the clean shop, and everything seemed to tell him the hurry of the people who left.

On the edge of the small bench at the door of the kitchen, there was a large handful of uncleaned celery floating in the large soaking basin.

Walking into the kitchen, the large exhaust range hood, which had been said to be a ****** by the proprietress had not been turned off, and a half-fried dish in the big pot on the stove was steaming. The cutting board and kitchen knives were also not washed.

"Anyone?"

Zhao Qian looked carefully at this somewhat small shop, but no one responded.

He walked out again and looked at the large table where their employees usually eat together, and the ledger that the boss had been using to keep accounts was spread out on the table.

I took a few steps forward, and a few crooked big characters were very clear in the notebook. The handwriting of the hostess.

"Xiao Zhao, Chenchen is in the hospital, and today's salary will be talked about every day.

- Aunt Wang"

looked at the words on the notebook again, Zhao Qian didn't speak, and went to the kitchen to turn on the gas and fry the uncooked dishes in the pot.

It seems to be a sudden illness, because today is the day to pay salaries, and Aunt Wang has never been in arrears of her wages this year.

Silently pack up the things in the store and eat.

Then put the car away, lock the door and go out.

I already have a plan in mind.

Stretched out his hand to hail a taxi, the master just wanted to ask him where he was going, but Zhao Qian sat in without saying a word.

"Go to the old town."

He said that those three words had something else in them to him. Because after all, he still came out of the old city, the welfare home in the old city.

After carefully recalling the voices and appearances of his group of people, he found that except for Wang Ming, who had often seen him recently, everything else had long been blurred.

"Here we are."

I was thinking about it, but I was interrupted by the taxi driver's prompt to get out of the car.

"No need to look for it."

After handing over Zhang Baibai, Zhao Qian got out of the car and walked out, looking familiar and still looking like something that had not changed.

Old.

The outermost place is a small watch shop, go inside, shaving shop, KTV, and fly restaurant that are not very well decorated.

Zhao walked inside, and the pedestrians on the street glanced here a few times from time to time, as if they knew him.

Finally, he stopped at the door of a kitchenware store.

The shop in front of me looks a little better than before, but it's still recognizable.

"What do you need to buy, sir?"

Pushing the door in, Zhao Qian glanced at the clerk who greeted him. Surrounded by a dazzling array of kitchenware, pots and pans, as well as stoves and hoods.

"I'll find your boss."

"Sir."

"Tell the dog's face to come out."

He said to the clerk, whose face was a little uncertain, and the man was still there to observe what he was saying.

Zhao Qian saw the traces of the tattoo that had been washed not long ago from the wrist that this guy had raised.

Lighting a cigarette, he looked at the store, and there was no one else. I said a code word that I didn't know I was using for a long time.

"My house is on fire."

The person was quickly called by the clerk's landline phone.

"Second brother."

Zhao Qian looked at the man who was lifted up by himself, he walked in from outside the store, and his body was damp. A cultural shirt with a pair of beach pants, but around the neck is a tasteless conspicuous thick gold necklace. It was a birthday gift from Zhao Qian.

The man was wearing a pair of large sunglasses, so that people could not see his expression clearly, but judging from the shape of his face, he did look a bit like the Chinese pastoral dog that we see everywhere.

"I buy the goods."

He looked at him and said simply and clearly, although he had long since stopped coming out to mix.

"What do you want?"

The dog's face stretched out his hand to light a cigar, and the blue smoke was filling. He was no longer the little brother who nodded behind Zhao Qian.

"A long sword, a long sword that can cut people to death."