"Yes, thank you, of course."

Zhang Zhenhai opened a gap in his body and took off his heavy leather jacket: "I graduated from junior high school, Zhang Shaoshan didn't finish elementary school, I was a local ruffian for the first half of my life, and he has always been a sparring partner."

He tilted his head to look at me and said with a smile, "It's a sparring partner, but it's actually a human punching bag."

"Don't look at me as a little money, and a little bit of power, in fact, I am the bottom of society."

He opened the curtain and looked out the window: "It is said that sanitation workers are at the bottom, but their contribution to society is far greater than that of people like us."

"The reason why I say thank you is because you gave us both a home."

I thought he was here to ask my teacher for guilt, and no matter how bad it was, he would have to get through the yin and yang.

Unexpectedly, his mind is as wide as his body.

In this regard, I can only clench my fists: "Thank you."

"Your biggest fear before is now in the fire, so this matter is over, right?"

I hesitated for a moment, then nodded emphatically, "No one will survive that explosion."

"Okay."

Zhang Zhenhai handed his hand in front of me: "It's over, but our friends have to keep in touch."

"Good! Friend!"

"This brother ......"

He looked at Ji Canghai: "What do you call it?"

Ji Canghai hurriedly stretched out his hand: "The teahouse is running the hall."

"Runaway?"

Zhang Zhenhai obviously didn't believe it, and laughed: "Professional bodyguard, right?"

"I—I'm such a runaway."

I smiled and gave Ji Canghai a look: "My own people, it's okay."

Only then did he breathe a sigh of relief, rubbed his hand on his body, and stretched it out again: "Erhai, former Muay Thai fighter."

Taking advantage of this opportunity, I called Xiaomei to my side.

"This is my apprentice, a Gu doctor, in the future, my brothers will have a headache and brain fever, just say hello."

Ji Canghai clenched his fists very seriously: "I have already understood."

"Huh?"

I looked at Ji Canghai puzzled: "When did you know?"

"When I was in the cage just now."

Xiaomei took over the conversation and said with a little pride: "When the bell rang, this big brother was fine somewhere else, but all the green tendons on his head exploded."

"Although I don't know what the specific illness is, I can feel that he must not be right, so I planted Gu in his body in advance."

Looking at Xiaomei's pride, I was only left with gratitude in my heart.

Zhang Shaoshan put an end to this matter with his flesh and blood, but it can be said from his heart that it was Ji Canghai who decided the life and death.

In that situation at that time, Chen Changming had no fear, and Ma San'er's knife didn't dare to cut down at all.

It was Ji Canghai who controlled Chen Changming in the back, and finally he was able to be succeeded by Zhang Shaoshan.

And the credit for all this is actually Xiaomei's silent dedication.

If it weren't for Xiaomei suppressing Ji Canghai's condition, today would definitely be a different situation.

Sanitation workers have already started to work, and the time is not early.

I cleared my throat and interrupted a few people, "We're tired all night, let's rest first."

Zhang Zhenhai waved his hand: "Ma San'er, arrange a room."

It's fake that I want to sleep, but now at this juncture, Zhang Zhenhai should be left alone.

He's just lost a brother, and we're here giggling, which is a bit out of place.

The backyard of Zhenhai Bar is a three-row neat tile house, which is usually a staff dormitory, but it doesn't look crowded when a group of us live in.

There was such a big thing, no one could sleep soundly, Ji Canghai and I lay on the bed and baked cakes together, but no one spoke.

Finally, the next morning, I managed to squint for a while, and a burst of blowing and blowing floated in through the window.

Ji Canghai sat up first, turned his head to look at me, "What are you doing this morning?"

As someone who has worked in a funeral home for many years, I am no stranger to blowing outside the window.

This is a special suona song for funerals, called crying five watches.

I got out of bed first, turned to wake everyone up, threw away all the colored stuff on my body, and tried to make my clothes as clean as possible.

Do all this, I look back at the crowd.

Just at a glance, I feel that there are mixed tastes.

Ji Canghai's cheeks were bitten by Chen Changming, although they were treated by Xiaomei, they still did not completely scab, and when they looked at it from the side, it seemed to have two mouths.

Ma San'er was originally one-eyed, and last night's explosion broke out a lot of debris, adding a few reds to his already not handsome face.

As for the horses, there is no need to say more.

When they ran out of the basement, they were at the back, and they were naturally the most injured.

In order to kill Chen Changming, we paid too much.

Won, but not to celebrate.