Tomb Raiders Notes: If Innocence Had a Brother

After staying in Beijing for a week, Wu Xie took Zhang Qiling and me back to Hangzhou.

Sitting in the shop again, I looked at Wang Meng who was busy going about his business, and counted on his fingers. It has only been a few years. Now that I have returned to Hangzhou again, although nothing has changed, I feel a sense of trance out of thin air.

"You go up and pack up. We'll have a meal later." Zhang Qiling nodded and went upstairs with his luggage.

"Pan Zi will go too soon. Pan Zi, do you remember? Third uncle's man, in Shandong you still pestered people to learn to drive oxcarts." After leaving Beijing, Wu Xie took over the fat man's fragmentary thoughts, and every time he came Everywhere you go, every time you see someone, you talk a lot.

I watched Zhang Qiling come down from upstairs, then turned to look at Wu Xie. I'll be a good boy, and lovers will eventually get married? ! !

Wiped the tears flowing from the corners of my mouth.

Sitting in Wu Xie's little golden cup, he staggered to the building outside the building. Pan Zi was already waiting in the private room inside. I thought that without his third uncle, Pan Zi, who became a lone wolf, would show his fangs and bite fiercely when faced with backstabbing on the road, but now, he is more easy-going than before. It seems that his third uncle is so It didn't cause the situation like in the original work where the trees fell and the hozens scattered.

"Xiaokang, do you remember brother?" Pan Zi asked nervously. When he first found out that Wu Kang was back, he was so excited that he didn't sleep all night. He ran to the entrance of the hall where his third uncle went most often and talked to the chief chair all night long.

"Uncle." I smiled at him.

"Hey!" Pan Zi was surprised and happy. Wu Xie said that Wu Kang's mental condition was unstable. At first, no one recognized him, but now it seems to have improved a lot. After the food was served, I ate hard while Wu Xie gave me some food. Cai started talking to Pan Zi.

"It's been good and bad. This kid can call people now and say a few words from time to time. But he insists to the end that Fatty is his mother... When we left the capital, Fatty only dared to hide in the distance and secretly watch us leave." Wu Xie looked at While I was eating happily, I suddenly had the idea of ​​breaking the jar.

"It'll be nice if you come back. You might remember me one day." Pan Zi comforted him.

"Yeah, it'll be nice if you come back." For some reason, Wu Xie's eyes shifted to Zhang Qiling who was silent at the side. Now it seems that it is really good.

"Ah~~" I sighed as I sat on the recliner. My life in Hangzhou was simpler. Apart from eating, drinking and having sex every day, I just lay down in the shop and waste away my life.

Wu Xie and Pan Zi were busy taking care of the hall, and their time in the shop was sporadic. Zhang Qiling, on the other hand, was in the shop every day. He came to sell goods several times and helped with the eye care. Skilled in placing orders and warehousing them, as if he is familiar with the job.

In autumn, the weather in Hangzhou is as good as ever. My mood is not very good. This bad feeling comes from the tireless knocking on the door, as regular as a pendulum.

I opened the door angrily and looked at Sanwu Man in the Ten Thousand Years Hooded Sweatshirt with the most ferocious expression in my life.

The other party was also very direct, turning on the phone in his hand hands-free:

"Xiaokang, are you up? We agreed that we should get up early and go for a run. We should form good living habits, right? How about I wait until my brother comes back to take you to eat shortbread in Maebashi."

I took a deep breath, took the phone, turned my back to Zhang Qiling, and replied, "Okay."

Wu Xie on the other end of the phone breathed a sigh of relief and continued: "Hey Xiaokang, please give me your phone."

I handed the phone back, and the guy turned off the speakerphone and turned on the private mode. "Well, well, well, don't worry." Then hung up the phone.

My ears are pricked up, are you just going to listen to this? !

Now Wu Xie has taken over from his third uncle and is mainly dealing with matters in Hangzhou, and has not lost contact with Changsha. Yesterday I was put in the shop with my luggage.

"I have to take him to morning exercises every morning. Recently, he is addicted to watching TV series. Don't let him watch it for too long during the day, and let him go to bed early at night." Wu Xie finished cleaning up the room on the second floor, settled me in, and said to Zhang Qiling on the side. : "Brother, I'll leave it to you."

So there was a scene in the morning.

I jogged along the park and strolled around the lake. On the way back, smelling the aroma of xiaolongbao, I stopped in front of a stall and my stomach growled in response to the occasion.

Zhang Qiling, who was walking in front, paused, looked back at me, and then at the steaming steamer.

The little girl who sells steamed buns is in her second year of junior high school this year and helps her own steamed bun shop before going to school. I often see a guy wearing a sweatshirt passing by her stall, and the little girl can always recognize him at first sight in the crowd. He has an indescribable cold temperament about him that always separates himself from the environment. Just like the kind of aloof young man with stories written in youth magazines.

However, this "young man with a story" has never bought her steamed buns before. This is the first time he stopped in front of her store.

"Do you want to eat?" The little girl was secretly excited, and her voice was just as she thought, cold and reliable.

I nodded.

Zhang Qiling coughed lightly and said, "I don't have any money. How about I call Wang Meng to buy it?" You know, Wang Meng or Wu Xie is always responsible for his breakfast, and he doesn't have the habit of taking money for morning exercises. Today, he is still worried about Wu Xie I only pick up the phone when I have something to report.

I looked down at my stomach and it made another growl. I reluctantly said goodbye to the bun shop and walked forward with dignity.

The little girl listened clearly and was naturally unwilling to miss the opportunity of contact. When she saw the two of them were about to leave, she hurriedly shouted: "Wait a minute!"

Zhang Qiling and I stopped.

"That...is..." Seeing the little girl blushing with anxiety, I was a little confused. "I often see you doing morning exercises. On this road... I can pay you the money later."

Zhang Qiling was slightly surprised, but finally nodded.

The little girl was overjoyed and said, "What flavor do you want? For the vegetarian version, we have fennel and cabbage; for the meat version, we have pork and beef."

"What do you want to eat?" Zhang Qiling turned to ask me.

"No meat." I replied after thinking about it.

"Four drawers of plain food, plus two portions of rice porridge. Take it away." Zhang Qiling said to the little girl.

While the little girl was busy preparing the buns, Zhang Qiling called Wang Meng and told him the location of the bun shop and asked him to come and pay for it later.

"This is the first time I've seen you not doing morning exercises alone." The little girl's packing speed obviously slowed down. She wanted to say a few more words to her brother, but the boss's wife looked here twice.

"kindness."

"Is this your friend?"

"younger brother."

The little girl took a quick look at her "brother," who was less talkative and less smart than her younger brother, and felt that the two of them looked nothing alike.

"I'm sorry, you have to go to the store to get the porridge yourself." The little girl opened the insulated box. There was only one bowl of packed porridge left. Three people came from behind to buy breakfast. The boss was making buns in the back kitchen, and the wife of the boss In charge of the dine-in customers, at this time, the store was full of customers, and the little girl had no choice but to apologize and let the little brother pick it up by himself.

Zhang Qiling was holding the buns in one hand and me in the other as he walked towards the store. At this time, the 20-square-meter store was crowded with people. I used the Thousand-Jin Drop technique to show that I didn’t want to go in.

Zhang Qiling hesitated for a moment: "I just want a piece of porridge."

"Eh?" the little girl said in surprise: "There are packages in the store, just go in and pick them up."

Zhang Qiling shook his head, took the portion of porridge and pulled me back.

After we walked away, the proprietress took out her schoolbag from the store and handed it to the distraught little girl. "Girl, you've come to your senses! What are you looking at? It's time to go to school!"

"Oh." The little girl took off her apron, took her schoolbag and rushed to school.

Unable to wait any longer, the landlady put away the dishes and shouted to the cook: "This little girl can't wait to have her eyes on me."

"Which one should I stick on?" the boss asked cheerfully.

"Who else? The one who passes by our bun shop every morning when doing morning exercises." The landlady said angrily, "How old is she?"

"Oh..." The boss looked like he suddenly realized: "There are so many people passing by our bun pavilion every day, you can recognize it at a glance."

The landlady heard the voice of the boss's words and snorted coldly.

The boss continued to joke: "Women like to look at handsome men. How else could you find me as your husband? Just take a look at me if you want."

During class, I also shared this morning’s happy event with my classmates.

"You're so young, you're so full of love." Hearing this, the front desk turned around and joked.

"Today is finally not Princess Baozi's Observation Diary. So, isn't his brother handsome?" The deskmate said that the plot in the past year has finally made progress, which is gratifying! congratulations!

"It's pretty good-looking." The little girl thought for a moment and replied seriously: "It just doesn't look very bright."

"Wow, will there be a sad drama in it, where the elder brother raises a mentally retarded younger brother or something like that?" The front table moved exaggeratedly, shaking the chair with a clanking sound.

"Go, go, what a retard! Maybe she just doesn't like to talk." The little girl frowned and sounded unhappy.

Here, Zhang Qiling and I were having breakfast in the shop, drinking the only portion of porridge. I secretly decided that I would give Zhang Qiling a portion of the shortcake.