Without ifs, nothing happens.

Li Sirui finished lighting the cigarette, and subconsciously sorted out the soft cigarette case and lighter, and then handed it back.

What made him most angry was that his subconscious actions were not only to sort out the cigarette box, but also to unconsciously straighten his waist when handing the cigarette box.

I look down on myself in the bottom of my heart.

However, the other party's fingertips are really cold.

Cold.

"Let's talk?" The tone on the other side was as cold as his fingertips, and the mere sound made people want to swing.

"Let's talk" Li Sirui swallowed a long puff of cigarette and said in a hoarse voice, "I heard about it two months ago. One of our brothers in the trenches is spreading the word that you are transferring the company, and you have encountered a hurdle that you can't pass, right? ”

"Sort of."

"Is it because of the money? Half a year ago you were planning your wedding. Two months ago you were transferring your company. Yesterday you tied me up in our base. You're lard, aren't you?! ”

Li Sirui should have wanted to question, but when the last word came out, he was dumbfounded to realize that his hoarse voice was roaring and roaring.

Zhang Saiwen has a bad habit of not being able to get on the table, whenever he encounters a slightly complicated situation or a decision that is not easy to make. He would subconsciously curl up his three fingers and use his index finger to caress his temples.

He began to caress his temples, frowning, and began to look up forty-five degrees at the gray ceiling and caressing, pacing and caressing his temples......

"Don't touch it! Bald! Li Sirui waved his hands and roared, looking like he was dancing with his teeth and claws.

"Sri, is Betty two or three years old this year?"

Betty is the name of Lisley's daughter.

In this situation, the daughter's breast name should never appear in this conversation. Leng Buding's blow made Li Sirui thunder in an instant, and he was completely stunned on the spot, angry like a gossamer.

Li Sirui frantically mobilized every inch of muscle, every bone, every vessel, and every lock of hair in his body.

It's like the guy with the black head and black face inside the chicken. Gou was on the edge of the finals, carrying the contraction of the drug circle and frantically princing himself with adrenaline.

He worked at full speed to get his mind running at full speed. He went through every possibility in his mind and envisioned several solutions.

The most important thing is to curse Zhang Saiwen's eighteenth generation ancestors. None of the people who died horizontally or died prematurely were spared.

Zhang Saiwen said lightly: "I'm thinking, how old Betty was when you divorced. One year old? Are you one year old? ”

Li Sirui reluctantly adjusted his sitting position. A gust of wind blew through the crack in the door, and a candle on the plywood in front of him "poofed" out.

His back, armpits, and thighs were soaked. The gust of wind in the hall made the roots of his teeth tremble, and he almost couldn't suppress the gurgling sound.

"Smoke comes" Li Sirui was completely hoarse, and the two words seemed to be scraped from the surface of his vocal cords with a bone crushing knife.

Zhang Saiwen took the cigarette out of his pocket, took out one and stuffed it into his mouth. The kerosene of the lighter made his nose stir uncontrollably and frequently, and his hands were half clenched on his legs, and his knuckles were slightly white.

Zhang Saiwen didn't smoke it himself, clicked out the flame of the lighter, and sat back on the broken chair by the door.

Silent.

Silence is Cambridge tonight.

……

Except for the whimper of the wind, except for the faint but noisy chirping of insects, except for the croaking of frogs in the distant waves......

There was actually a sound outside the house.

On the city expressway on the north side, the sound of vehicles breaking through the air has not stopped for a moment.

Thanks to the city's traffic restriction policy, all cars with foreign license plates, all kinds of large cars that cannot enter the city but must go around the city to reach their destination. All of them roared to the unrestricted expressways and highways, and ran wildly all the way.

There is a large bend in the opposite direction of the mountain nearby. Those who are half-hung with their heads, those who are not familiar with the road. If you are close to a corner, you have to honk your horn quickly.

Of course, it is not an electric horn, it is a modified pneumatic horn of a water. The driver's finger is so light that when he hears this kind of hooligan whistle a few kilometers away, he will feel trembling.

Zhang Saiwen was still stroking his temples, his eyes closed but his brow furrowed. I don't know if he's appreciating the frightening whistles in the distance or if he's tired of them.

Li Sirui sat opposite and looked like an old monk. But a fire had already been set up in his heart, adding firewood to the left and right, and sparks were splashing and crackling in the stove. On the stovetop, a pot of hot oil is bubbling.

After a few minutes, Zhang Saiwen seemed to have made up a lot of determination and stopped his unsettling little movements. He stood up, walked to the middle, took out the lighter, lit the candle, and looked at Li Sirui deeply, and then stopped.

Then he turned around and crouched down, and began to take things out one by one from the duffel bag at his feet.

The string seemed to be caught by something in the bag, and Zhang Saiwen squatted on the side near the door this time.

In Lee's eyes, he was squatting sideways. I don't know what he meant by this action, whether he wanted to block the wind for the candle or was afraid that Li Sirui would not be able to see his movements.

I didn't see him in a hurry, so he put his hand in his bag and slowly groped. The green watch dial on the cuff reflects the candlelight, which seems to be even brighter than the candle itself.

Li Sirui was anxious, and the stove in his heart was burning just now. Add firewood to the left and right, and he subconsciously always felt that the few pieces of wooden squares that Zhang Saiwen took out just now should have turned into ashes.

Now it was actually next to the travel bag, and there was now a string on the wooden squares.

The rope reflected the light of the white flowers under the light of the candlelight. The green dial on Zhang Saiwen's cuffs, how does he look like a poisonous snake and a beast when his vision is blurred.

Zhang Saiwen didn't stop in his hand, and unhurriedly took out a few pieces of sticks from his bag that looked to be assembled together. These sticks look like they're oily and slippery.

Compared to the first few pieces of wooden squares he took out, these round sticks were very delicately processed. Just look at the movements of his subordinates, and after a few clicks, the sticks in his hands magically form a modern handicraft.

Something familiar!

It's so familiar, what is this thing for?

At the end is a plastic piece with a movable length adjustment switch. Why is the front of a plastic part at the end separated by two sections?

What is it like a concave handle in front of the two separate ends?

Li Sirui watched and wanted to see it more realistically. While thinking to myself, what the hell is this?

Zhang Saiwen, an animal, has never been a person who envy fish in the abyss, but if he has a choice, he will definitely retreat and close the net.

Anything he does must have a purpose, what is this inexplicable thing? Could it be that Zhang Saiwen has also begun to become empty-headed?

Think about it, think about it! What the hell is this strange thing?

Li Sirui finally understood.

It's a crutch!