Street office where the wind lives

"This one is too simple, this one is too flowery, this one is too coquettish, this one is not mature enough, um, this one doesn't match a tie..."

After the hour and minute hands of the wall clock overlapped for a short time, they parted ways step by step. The tube building finally became quiet at midnight, except for the occasional snoring from the next door, which made people irritated.

Luan Zhou stood under the simple wardrobe composed of two pieces of plastic sheets, helpless.

The night before he joined the job, he actually suffered from insomnia. He got up excitedly to prepare for the first day of work, and found that there was usually a cabinet full of famous fashion brands, but none of them satisfied him. Walking on the hanger not only caused self-doubt .

He carefully recalled the two encounters with Wei Nanfeng. The first time, he was dragged to be the defendant forcibly. He was dressed in a hip-hop style, and a sleek cigarette case was hung around his neck as a fashion item. Headphones can go to nightclubs to play discs at any time.

"No, no, that's absolutely unacceptable in a place like an office."

The second time, he and Mario met at a night market stall. After taking a shower, he put on a T-shirt casually. In order to match the pair of flamboyant socks on his feet, he specially chose a pair of shorts that were a little below the thigh to make his legs look longer. Finally, he had a drink Drunk and Wei Nanfeng resisted him, who knows if his underpants were gone!

"Boys' shorts don't come up to the knees, so they're either handsome or gay." Luan Zhou shook his head, "Although I have both, it's always not good to be so exposed."

Comrade Luan Zhou, the elder Zhengtai, fell into distress, and secretly made up his mind that the third time he met, he must avenge his shame. He used his mature male charm to perfectly explain what a professional elite is. Although this sentence doesn't even match his punctuation marks, but Sometimes people need this kind of self-confidence, the stage is as big as the face.

So, after Luan Zhou gave himself a psychological hint that "I am the most handsome", he continued to plunge into the closet, struggling to save his precarious image.

In the early morning of the next day, Director Xiaowei came to work in good spirits. Passing by under the eaves, he said "Gude Maoning~" to the fat orange cat flying over the eaves, and reminded it to lose weight. Several roof tiles were trampled on."Fat Ju gave him a "stupid human" look, expressing that the suggestion would not be adopted, and if he dared to miss two small dried fish for lunch, he would never see intact tiles on the eaves tomorrow.

Wei Nanfeng shrugged his shoulders, he couldn't afford to offend this old cat, and slipped away.

He woke up half an hour early on purpose, came to the office to clean up the desk, and cleared the one opposite him.The former assistant—the one whose glasses were thicker than a bottle cap, went back to his hometown to get married, got married and had a baby. If he got married, he would have two children in three years.

The predecessors planted trees and the descendants took advantage of the shade, so Luan Zhou picked up a loophole and was promoted to Director Wei's new personal assistant.

The new assistant was swaying from side to side on the bus at the moment, and the sleepy bug was thrown away by the driver's sudden brake.Last night, I picked until four o'clock in the morning. As soon as I closed my eyes, the bear boy upstairs got up to go to school, kicked, tapped, and tossed. Tongzilou special symphony.

Luan Zhou wakes up every day with the question of "Is this place for people to live in?", and the anger of getting up for many years will not heal on its own.

At this time, he was wearing a well-ironed suit, floating on the streets of Wuyi Road, with two dark circles under his eyes, like a male publicist who just got off the night shift.

At 08:30, Luan Zhou stepped into the office one second before he was late, relying on his superb experience in spotting during his student days.

"Little comrade, long time no see!" A scent of laundry detergent mixed with the smell of mint toothpaste swept Luan Zhou's nostrils. Wei Nanfeng saw him coming from a long way away, and he wrapped his arms around his shoulders without seeing him, and pointed at Luan Zhou go inside.

A colleague glanced up, and immediately fell back into the pile of documents. He probably suspected that Luan Zhou was a relative of the leader, so he didn't dare to say more.

Wei Nanfeng didn't care, he pushed him into a chair and sat down. A little assistant was equipped with the only swivel chair in the whole office.

Luan Zhou pointed to the table in front of him in disbelief: "I sit here?"

"Hmm~" Wei Nanfeng glanced at him and motioned him to look at the opposite side, "I'm there, I can see you when I look up, so I can inspect the work at any time, of course, if you get tired of reading documents, you can also look up and salivate at the beauty of the leader .”

Luan Zhou's forehead twitched for a while, and he didn't understand how he could say shameless in such a fresh and refined way.

Wei Nanfeng didn't give him a chance to question, and threw him another bunch of keys: "I've marked each key, and you keep the spare."

Luan Zhou picked up a long bunch of keys with his thumb and index finger, and there was a big brass ring on it, like the ones held by housekeepers in old-fashioned villas, but the labels on them were incredible.

"Wang San's rice shop, Aunt Sun's basement, Zhang Lao San's chicken coop??? What a mess! Director Wei, is your side job burglary? Just take the key and go to the main entrance, it's bright enough."

Director Wei praised him for his amazing problem-solving ideas, his abs shrugged when he laughed, and Luan Zhou took the opportunity to look him up several times.

"Oh, are you guys born in the 90s so weird? Comrade, you are optimistic. This is all left by the neighbors who asked me for help. For example, Aunt Sun, she is too old to remember things, and locked her granddaughter in the basement last time For four or five hours, the son and daughter-in-law were going crazy. Someone said that they heard the child crying next to the basement of his house. Then Aunt Sun remembered to take her granddaughter down to get pickles at noon. When she came out, she hugged the pickles and forgot about the child completely. "

Luan Zhou clicked his tongue and said, "So don't let the old man take care of the children."

Wei Nanfeng nodded in agreement: "It's not over yet. Aunt Sun still couldn't remember where she threw the keys. In the end, the firefighters came out and pried open the basement door together, and the little girl was saved. It would be a big winter, and the child's face They were all frozen and purple. After that, I got a new key for her basement, and I went to look around every day when I was patrolling, in case she locked someone in again."

Luan Zhou only read this kind of news on the city report, but he didn't expect Wuyi Road to broadcast live every day. There are only things you can't think of, and there is nothing they can't do.

When it was almost lunch time, Wei Nanfeng came over and tapped on the corner of the table: "Assistant Luan, let's go, let's go around together."

Luan Zhou was not quite used to this new address, and his pretty eyebrows were frowned: "Can you stop calling me assistant, I'm just an intern, and besides, it sounds... a bit rustic, like a driver."

"Oh? Then what do you want to be called?" Wei Nanfeng looked at him incredulously, with meaningful eyes, "Could it be that you like being called...Secretary Luan? Or Xiaomi Luan?"

Luan Zhou: ... Did you misunderstand something?

"I'm not, I don't! Assistant Luan is fine!"

Wei Nanfeng laughed loudly, one arm naturally draped over his shoulder, and his fingers hung lazily on his chest, dangling one after another.

"Okay, stop teasing you, go show my people, my new general!"

No matter how he heard it, Luan Zhou felt that his tone sounded like a fool, "Come on, I will show you all the beauties I have newly recruited in my harem~" Trembling all over, he secretly shook Wei Nanfeng's arm off.

Luan Zhou has seen the traffic situation on the Wuyi Road that is about to be paralyzed. Today is Tuesday, and the congestion is particularly serious.Motor vehicles, non-motor vehicles, and pedestrians, the whole family needs to be neat and tidy, and everyone holds the determination of "If I can't leave, you don't even want to leave", and stir up a pot of porridge in the big pot of Wuyi Road.

The people who set up the stalls are the happiest. Generally, at this time, the business is always booming, and the front of every house is full of bustle. Usually, some stalls with few people will come to have a look.Anyway, everyone is bored and bored, so it’s better to buy some delicious food to satisfy both body and stomach.

Wei Nanfeng practiced one of the thirteen hamster moves, the ancestral unique skill of the people of Wuyi Road—the hamster drilling, and practiced it to the point of perfection. Unaffected by traffic jams.

"In your direction at two o'clock, there is a fried chicken. It is crispy on the outside and tender on the inside. It is crispy and golden. Take a bite and pair it with Harbin beer. It will feel refreshing from the hair to the toes!"

With a straw in his mouth, Wei Nanfeng sipped all the way, and the glass of Jasmine Qing quickly drained.

Luan Zhou didn't understand the relationship between hair spinning and toes, just listening to his description, it seemed to be performing another indescribable movement.Thinking of this, he subconsciously took a sip of iced milk tea, freezing the yellow waste in his head to death.

"But let's not eat this for now. We'll pack some for you as a supper at night." Wei Nanfeng continued walking, raised his finger and pointed ahead, there was already a long queue on both sides of the road.

"First, I'll take you to try the other two specialties of the Wuyi Road. We'll bring half of each. We'll have a poultry meeting at noon." Wei Nanfeng said as he rushed to stand at the back of the line, and quickly posted a few more people behind him.

Luan Zhou was pushed to the opposite side of the road by him, with a dazed expression on his face, he looked at Wei Nanfeng's "I only cook chicken", and then looked up at the door on his side: I only cook duck...

Isn't this place even a normal store?

In fact, these are two ordinary roast chicken and duck restaurants. It was originally a family a few years ago. The two sisters opened it together. , If they look good, they can save the name of this urban-rural fringe area. Unfortunately, the two sisters are sorry for the audience. They have two big long horse faces and their surname is Ma.

Over time, everyone secretly called them horse-faced sisters, and when they met, they called them sister Ma and sister Ma.

Sister Ma is good at cooking chickens, and Sister Ma is good at cooking ducks.At the year of the [-]th National Congress of the Communist Party of China, Mr. Ma failed to catch up with the tide of the times and passed away.The two sisters of the Ma family simply separated because of their high income from real estate. From now on, you go your way and I cross my bridge. The shops are open face to face, and they don't even say hello when they meet.

This is a pain for those old customers, no one is offended, and the food is lost in vain. Either half a chicken or half a duck is missing on the dinner table, and it will not be complete.It was Wei Nanfeng who had a sweet mouth and was able to mix things up. When the two sisters saw him coming to buy it, they always gave him an extra duck wing and chicken feet.

"Thank you, Sister Chen Yu, why are you losing weight again?" Wei Nanfeng picked out a whole piece of chicken liver from the cut chicken pieces and put it back on the table, "Eat more tonics, you are so tall to sell roast chicken Let the other little girls live!"

Ma Chenyu had a happy expression on his face, and the branches trembled wildly, with a vegetable knife in his hand, he held a flower in his hand, and said angrily, "You're the only one with a sweet mouth!"

Under the influence of his father, Wei Nanfeng vowed to follow in the footsteps of health experts and not eat any strange things.This not only sells favors, but also does not waste food, killing two birds with one stone.

Luan Zhou was one step ahead of him. He had already bought it and was standing by the side of the road waiting. Amidst the crowds, he was wearing a suit that didn't fit in well with his surroundings. He was holding a greasy paper bag in his hand, as if he was going to blow up a bunker any second.

Wei Nanfeng couldn't bear to see him continue to stand there to blow the wind, and was about to go over and pack him up and take him away. As soon as he lifted his foot, there was a strange movement from the mobile phone in his pocket, and a special ringtone rang.

The new news is only two words: big fish.

Wei Nanfeng frowned, quickly retreated into the shadows, moved his fingers rapidly on the keyboard, and sent a text message to Luan Zhou: I suddenly have a dispute to deal with, you go back to the office first, and save some roast duck for me!

Seeing Luan Zhou roll his eyes on the other side of the road and walk away without turning his head, Wei Nanfeng walked out cautiously and walked away quickly towards the opposite direction of the office.

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At the next intersection, three burly men stood guard in front of a stall selling pork head meat, not daring even flies to approach them.Wei Nanfeng looked at the three subordinates who couldn't wipe off even two catties of powder, and let out a long sigh, "Let you hide! Hide! Why are you still dressed like a mafia?"

Mafia No. [-] blinked innocently: "Boss..."

Wei Nan's style is not one-sided: "Stop talking nonsense, let go of your farts! Hurry up and go back to eat."

The three mafia brothers: ... Is his uncle coming?

The author has something to say: Director Xiaowei is about to start wearing a vest~