Hold a bowl in your left hand and chopsticks in your right hand.

In just five minutes, the old man had finished breakfast.

After eating breakfast, he did not put the dishes and chopsticks on the table, but stood up directly, and picked up the mustard and rice cooker on the table casually.

With his things in hand, he walked over to the table where he had just cooked.

Putting down the things in his hand one by one, he picked up the leftover mustard bun he had just eaten again, pinched the mustard bun with both hands, both sides of the hole that had just been torn open by him, and then folded it in half twice, after confirming that it had played a sealing role, he put the folded mustard in his left hand and squeezed it tightly, then lowered himself slightly, opened the drawer of the table, took out a clip from it, and clamped it on the crease just now.

Putting the mustard bag on the side of the table, the old man reached out and picked up the dishes and chopsticks he had just eaten, put them into the empty rice cooker, and then picked up the water scoop, lowered himself from the bucket, scooped a full scoop of water, and poured it directly into the rice cooker.

Looking at the water level, it was not past the bowl just put in, the old man scooped another scoop of water, poured it in, and saw that the water had not passed the bowl, and the old man put down the water scoop.

After doing this, the old man did not start to wash the dishes, because the time at this time was almost close to 4:25 (the reason for obsessive-compulsive disorder, in terms of time, some changes were made in the previous chapter, the time of Du Shengping's departure was changed to close to 4 o'clock, and the time when the old man started to eat breakfast was changed to 4:15, please understand!).

The old man walked directly to the bed. On the stool next to the bed, there is a mobile phone and a bunch of keys, the style of the mobile phone is a little old, it is a very famous mobile phone a few years ago, but now, this mobile phone has been outdated for a long time, and the company that produced this mobile phone has also closed down.

Bending down and picking up his phone and keys, the old man reached under the pillow on the bed and pulled out a few coins before standing up straight.

Putting the coin in his pocket, the old man turned and walked out of the house.

In a few steps, he walked out of the house.

"Bang!"

The door slammed shut.

After locking the door, the old man walked into a nearby wooden shed.

Not much.

"Boom!"

The start-up sound peculiar to motorcycles rang out.

The voice just fell.

The old man rode his motorcycle out of the shed.

The sound of the motorcycle is a little weird, if the person who often repairs the motorcycle hears it, he can know that the old man's motorcycle is faulty.

The old man also knew about the failure of the motorcycle, but it was just some inconsequential glitches, so he didn't care too much about it and didn't spend money to repair it.

After getting out of the shed, the old man did not stop, drove directly out of the dirt at the door of his house, came to the cement road in the village, braked slightly, and the motorcycle turned a corner, and then accelerated towards the direction of the village entrance.

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"He ......"

Lin Yun, who came from the hotel in the BJ district of Hangzhou, was standing in the void above the old man's house at this time, looking at the motorcycle lights on the ground road and the fading away in the night, Lin Yun turned his head and looked at Du Shengping who was standing beside him with his hands in doubt.

When Du Shengping heard this, he glanced at the old man who was far away with a faint expression, and then spoke softly.

"That old man is Chen Donglai's father, and he is also Chen Donglai's only relative in this world. ”

The voice fell.

Lin Yun didn't speak again, her slightly cold eyes stared at the motorcycle in the distance, slightly stunned.

After a while, after being stunned, Lin Yun's figure flickered, and he walked in the direction of the motorcycle.

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At 4:45 a.m. in Hangzhou in November, there was a bone-chilling chill in the air.

The old man, his eyes were firmly looking at the road ahead, his neck was unconsciously shrunk slightly, and his body was also collapsed and straight.

And just like that, on the road, I rode for another seven or eight minutes.

The old man came to the Gimcheon Market in NY County.

The market is not very large, but it is not very small, after all, it is the major supermarkets in NY County, and there are several other markets that supply daily meals throughout NY County.

After parking the motorcycle under a tree on the side of the road and pulling out the key, the old man removed the lock on the back of the car, the lock was very large, and the old man directly locked the car and the trunk together.

After taking a look and making sure that the lock was locked, the old man stepped into the market.

As he walked, the old man took out his mobile phone and glanced at it.

4:53 a.m.

It was about the same time as he usually arrived at the market, and it only took a minute or two to get up and down.

Entering the market, the old man walked into a corner, and after a while, he pushed out a garbage truck.

Pushing the garbage truck aside, the old man reached out and took out a big broom from the car, and began his day's work.

He only needs to clean the entire inside of the market, the outside of the market does not belong to him, there are naturally other people outside to clean, just when he pushed the garbage truck, he heard the sound of the motorcycle outside, think about it, the people who clean the market have also come.

The old man's work is meticulous and fast.

He had to be so quick to clean the whole market by 5:30, because at this time, the market vendors would enter the market and start their busy day.

In this way, it took about 20 minutes to clean.

After a long time of rapid movements, the old man felt a little tired, he did not stop, insisted on shoveling the last pile of garbage onto the garbage truck, and then walked to the stone pier on the side and sat down.

"Whew!"

As soon as I sat down, I gasped for air.

"Hey, Brother Quan, good morning! Have you had breakfast?"

"Uncle Quan, have you eaten breakfast, I bought too much for breakfast, you can help me eat some. “

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At this time, at the entrance of the market, people came in one after another, and everyone who came greeted the old man when he saw it.

"Well, good morning, Zhao Di, breakfast is served. ”

"Erwazi, I've had breakfast, you bought too much breakfast and ate it yourself, I know you can eat it, but yes, don't buy so much in the future, look at you, don't lose weight, lose weight must be a handsome guy, when the time comes, marry the village flower of Sunjiaba in the village next door to you." ”

The old man replied one by one, and rejected their kindness, but in his heart, he remembered these people with smiling faces towards him.

After resting for a while, the old man stood up and pushed the garbage truck out of the market and onto the road.

Putting the garbage truck aside, the old man took out a clean piece of cardboard from the compartment of the garbage truck, walked to the side of the road, put the cardboard on the ground, and the old man sat on it, and began to wait for the garbage collection truck to come and collect the garbage.

After waiting for about ten minutes, the garbage collection car stopped in front of the old man, and the old man got up when he saw this......

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Void.

Du Shengping, who was standing with his hands in his hands, glanced at Li Baoquan, who was shoveling garbage into the car on the ground, and then turned his head and spoke indifferently at Lin Yun on the side.

"Xu is fate, either a natural disaster or a man-made disaster, Chen Donglai's family, only his father Chen Baoquan is left, can you kill it?"

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