Warm in the carriage.

A shrill cell phone rings.

Jiang Zili connected, and after listening to the situation reported on the phone, his eyebrows raised, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he sighed: "Got it." ”

Then he hung up the phone, peeked at Zhang Ruoyu, who was fighting with a certain high cold tyrant, and hesitated: "Your old man, stabbed Xiahou to death." ”

Brother Zhang, who was at a disadvantage in Doutu, had poor donkey skills, and sent a bleeding knife to Mr. Han, and said with a hardcore analysis: "Is there a possibility that Xia Hou was stabbed to death because of the excessive action of escaping from prison?" ”

"That's exactly how the prison side explains."

Jiang Zili opened his mouth, his eyelids jumped wildly: "When Xiahou died, his old mother and younger brother hadn't gone far yet. ”

Zhang Ruoyu flicked the cigarette ash and frowned: "I understand, after Xiahou saw his relatives, a complex emotion flowed in his chest, I guess, he was homesick." ”

Jiang Zili shuddered as he smoked, rubbed his stiff face, and took out his mobile phone.

"What are you doing?" Brother Zhang glanced at Jiang Zili coldly. "You want to call the police to arrest my old man?"

"Who do you think I'm for?" Jiang Zili said disdainfully. "Will I waste police resources for this little thing?"

"Oh."

Zhang Ruoyu responded lightly, opened the notepad he carried with him, and crossed out the word Xiahou on the dense list.

"Xiao Zhang, what kind of list is this? You must have taken it very seriously, right? ”

Jiang Zili glanced at it, and the desire to win instantly came up: "I should also be on the list, right?" ”

Zhang Ruoyu glanced at Mr. Jiang lightly: "You are not qualified enough." ”

"Xiao Zhang, you know me." Jiang Zili's eyes were cold, and he said in a cold voice. "It doesn't matter what you usually do to me, I'll just endure it. But if you look down on me and don't value me, I can't accept it. ”

"If you don't add my name today, we won't contact each other in the future!"

Zhang Ruoyu handed Jiang Zili a cigarette, and said without saltiness: "Are you a child?" Do you want to coax at every turn? Go to work after smoking. ”

Jiang Zili angrily picked up the cigarette: "The incorruptible will not be eaten by the mouth, so he will not smoke!" ”

Clicked the car door and walked away.

Seeing Jiang Zili leave, Third Brother Lin's hanging heart finally relaxed, glanced back at Brother Zhang, and asked very dishearteningly: "Brother Zhang, there should be my name on your notebook, right?" We're related..."

……

Zhang Ruoyu was carrying an orange in his hand and stood at the gate of the hospital waiting for Brother Dazhi.

In the cold wind, Brother Dazhi, who had his hands in his pockets and Huazi in his mouth, paced over.

Trailing behind Beimang's eighteen rides, his temperament is very similar to that of a social big brother.

"Comfortable?" Zhang Ruoyu swept the orange in his hand and threw it to Brother Dazhi.

"Okay." Brother Dazhi grinned, peeled the orange, and took two bites. "Find a restaurant, let's make it on the hour."

Zhang Ruoyu didn't put on a score and refused, and complied with Brother Dazhi's wishes.

A hot pot restaurant.

The father and son were shabu and drinking the table, and the atmosphere was harmonious.

A bottle of wine was under the table, Brother Dazhi was holding a cigarette, looking at Brother Zhang across the table with complicated eyes, and grinned: "I'm sorry for you." ”

"Big."

Zhang Ruoyu also lit a cigarette and shook his head lightly: "It's not troublesome." ”

Brother Dazhi raised his eyebrows, and said with some embarrassment: "It seems that you can really cover it." ”

"The main thing is that the general environment is good." Brother Zhang glanced at Brother Dazhi, whose sideburns were white, and said modestly. "Standing on the tuyere, pigs can take off."

Brother Dazhi was stunned, and then smiled bitterly: "You suddenly don't give me a face, but I'm a little uncomfortable." ”

After hesitating, Brother Dazhi said seriously: "Or are you still the same as before?" I'm at ease. ”

"Are you cheap?" Brother Zhang glared at Brother Dazhi.

Brother Dazhi instantly felt comfortable, and grinned: "It's hard." ”

The two of them made another bottle.

Brother Dazhi glanced at the street scene outside the window and muttered, "I don't know if I can adapt to the outside world when I come out in the future." ”

The waiter who was adding thick soup to the hot pot heard this, his hands trembled, and he almost splashed Brother Zhi.

"If you can't adapt, don't force it, do whatever you want." Zhang Ruoyu said.

The waiter who finished adding the thick soup was a little weak, and as soon as he returned to the back kitchen, he sweated and reminded the boss to collect the cash in the cabinet, and there was a table outside where the guests had just been released from it...

"What's this? Fuss! The boss reprimanded the waiter and said proudly. When I was younger, I didn't go in very often, and I stayed for fifteen days! ”

The waiter twitched the corner of his mouth: "Boss, you belong to the style problem, that old brother is full of anger, his eyes are ruthless, and at first glance, he is not a person who is not the same as you, and it is estimated that he has lived in it for more years than outside." ”

The boss frowned: "That's really slightly better than me, I'll give that brother two plates of fresh-cut beef for free, and give a 50% discount when you pay." ”

"Understood."

Brother Dazhi looked at the large plate of beef on the table for free, and sighed: "The current environment is indeed much better than mine, and it is not in vain that I have been walking on thin ice for the past 20 years..."

Zhang Ruoyu smiled slightly, raised his glass and said, "It's hard work." ”