Dressed as a gangster and his nanny[Transmigration Book]

Time flies, three years passed by, and it was summer again in a blink of an eye.

Lao Qiu is a truck driver and has lived in C City for more than 40 years.

Although this small port city is located on the coast, due to its relatively backward infrastructure and insufficient municipal supervision, the city's economy has not developed much for many years, but various illegal businesses are rampant, and the entire urban environment is even more smoky. Stadiums, billiard rooms, and bars opened one by one, and serious shops closed down one by one.

Lao Qiu resigned from the toy factory where he worked ten years ago, and started a large truck to support his family. In recent years, his work has increased, including quarterly deliveries to an orphanage on the edge of City C. Living materials, including rice, noodles, vegetables and meat to eat in the cafeteria, quilts to cover in winter, toothbrushes, charcoal fire, shoes, etc.

To say that this orphanage is also somewhat famous in City C is because its name is some kind of gymnasium. It doesn't sound like an orphanage, but a place like a martial arts gym from the last century.

And its founder is a retired special soldier. It is said that he is the No. 90 eighth-generation successor of the Twenty-eight Palms of the Dragon. Brave and fierce……

These half-truths and half-false deeds are one of the after-dinner conversations circulating in this old town.

Today, Lao Qiu drove his large patent-leather truck to this "Yuan's Gym". Just after unloading the goods, he received a call from Yuan Shuo, the person in charge of the orphanage, asking him to sit in the reception room and have a drink. Let's go after a cup of tea, and talk about the procurement of materials for the next quarter by the way.

Not long after the two chatted, there was a knock on the door of the reception room, and a boy with a baseball cap on his head came in.

The young man looked only seventeen or eighteen years old, with a thin and thin body, wearing a suit of washed-white but clean denim, with two cat-like eyes on his fair and delicate face, gliding around, very amorous and lively.

As soon as he entered, he respectfully bowed to Yuan Shuo and called out, "Uncle Yuan."

He waved to Lao Qiu again, rolled his eyes with a smile, and added a touch of playfulness: "Uncle Qiu, you are here."

Lao Qiu recognized him. This was the oldest child in the orphanage, named Qiulu. Sometimes he would help with counting and distributing supplies. He was very sensible and likable.

Lao Qiu smiled and nodded: "Xiao Lu is here."

Yuan Shuo frowned when he saw Qiu Lu's outfit, "You guys went out for speeding again? There are so many people on the street on weekends, your bike doesn't even have a brake, who is responsible for hitting someone?"

Last year, the restaurant was equipped with a few bicycles, which were transported by Lao Qiu, mainly for the convenience of everyone's daily transportation. At first, anyone who wanted to use a bicycle had to tell Uncle Liang, but later they all fell in love with each other.

This group of bastards can't stay idle, and they are still tossing and tossing. They modified their good bicycles and rode them very fast, like following the wind. You can see them flying around on the streets of this generation all day long, because This, Yuan Shuo was called to drink tea several times by Police Officer Wu.

Qiu Lu said without changing his face: "Xiao Huo said he wanted to see the school, but he didn't know the way, so I took him there by bike."

Fang Huo, who dumped the pot, has always had no psychological burden.

Yuan Shuo rolled his eyes at him, and didn't judge his nonsense, just said: "Go with Master Qiu, then call Uncle Liang, and order something."

Qiu Lu agreed and took Lao Qiu out. The two first went to the cafeteria and called Uncle Liang, and then called a few masters to go out to carry things together. sweat.

Qiulu stopped to wipe off his sweat, looked up at the sun, and said to Lao Qiu, "Why are there so many things today? I can't even move them. How about this? I'll call some more people. You wait here." I will."

Hearing this, Uncle Liang immediately said: "Xiao Lu, you can stay here, I'll call, I won't come back after I'm called, I have something else to do."

Qiu Lu nodded, and chatted with Lao Qiu on the spot.

Lao Qiu looked around and talked about the great changes in the Yuanshi Gymnasium in the past few years. For example, the dining plates in the canteen used to be plastic, but now they are replaced with iron ones, and there are more meat dishes in the canteen, etc. .

Lao Qiu said: "In the past two years or so, you Lao Yuan don't know what kind of wealth you have made, but the conditions for you are much better than before. You are really capable!"

Qiu Lu followed suit with a hahaha laugh, naturally he didn't explain the reason for his fortune to outsiders.

After a while, two teenagers came running from a distance.

The one who ran in front was a boy who made people's eyes shine. Even Lao Qiu, who never cared about a man's appearance, couldn't help but take a second look.

I saw him wearing a black vest and a pair of loose sports pants. He looked like he had just been exercising, revealing his sweaty slender arms and a fair ankle. He ran like a gust of wind.

The boy looked about 14 years old, but his face was clearly defined, his eyebrows were picturesque, and he had a cold and distant but very handsome appearance.

And this face, which was naturally cold, soon showed a smile when he saw Qiu Lu, like a sunflower blooming from an iceberg, it was dazzling, and Lao Qiu was stunned for a moment.

Lao Qiu said with a smile: "This is Xiao Huo, right? He's growing really fast, even taller than last time."

Fang Huo had already seen Qiulu, so he ran over quickly, stood in front of him, and smiled at Qiulu while maintaining the appearance of a little sun, and said, "Brother Lu."

Then he nodded to Lao Qiu again: "Uncle Qiu." The temperature on his face had dropped a little.

Qiu Lu frowned and plucked his hair, and said, "Why are you running in such a hurry? I saw a black shadow flying towards me when you were so fast."

Fang Huo turned his head, looked at him without blinking, and smiled shyly: "I'm afraid you're in a hurry."

It turned out to be a bit coquettish.

In three years, Fang Huo has grown into a young boy with long hands and long legs. He is almost as tall as Qiu Lu, and he is no longer the fragile chicken he was when he first came here.

And he ran and practiced boxing with everyone every day, and his physical fitness has improved a lot. When he needs help moving things, he always actively follows Qiulu.

Before the two of them could say a word, a rough voice shouted from behind: "Fang Huo, what a fucking fart you are for running so fast!"

The three of them looked at another boy who was running over.

I saw a tall, burly, dark-skinned young man panting and crossing his hips, with two thick eyebrows erect, gave Fang Huo a hard look, and then complained to Qiu Lu: "This kid is fucking evil!" When Uncle Liang said he would come to help you carry things, he ran faster than eating."

Fang Huo heard the words, glanced at him, and said lightly: "It's because you run too slowly."

Ao Zhiming's eyes widened, "Me?! Where the hell am I running so slow!"

It's obvious that every time you encounter this kind of thing, it's like getting a chicken blood!

Qiulu: "Okay, okay! Why can you quarrel everywhere, you two, I told you that you are here to move things!"

I don't know why, but three years have passed, and the relationship between these two people has become more and more wrong, and it is almost inevitable to pinch each other.But usually Ao Zhiming yelled unilaterally, while Fang Huo suddenly said something to choke him.

Qiulu touched one with each hand, pulled them to separate from him, then smiled at Lao Qiu, who was stunned, and said, "Uncle Qiu, let's go."

With helpers, the work speed was much faster. Together with some masters, the three of them sorted out the daily necessities and meat and vegetables brought in this time.

When the sun was about to set, Qiulu asked Lao Qiu to stay for dinner, but Lao Qiu quickly declined, "No, I still have to drive back to the city for more than an hour. I'm afraid it will be dark."

Qiulu: "OK, then I won't keep you, Uncle Qiu, go slowly."

After watching Lao Qiu go, Ao Zhiming jumped up instantly, put his arms around Qiu Lu's neck, and said with a playful smile: "Brother Lu, you said yesterday that you would invite me to eat Mala Tang outside tonight. I think you just wanted to stay with Qiu Lu." When Uncle eats, he thought you were going to renege on your debt!"

Ao Zhiming has also eaten a lot of Dora in the past two years. He has grown so fast that he is already a head taller than Qiulu, and he is full of tendons. Now he is hanging around his neck like a big dog. strangled by him.

Qiu Lu went to break his arm in annoyance, and said, "If I can't invite you today, I will definitely invite you tomorrow! Can Malatang grow legs and run?"

"Then let's go!"

"Wait a minute," Qiu Lu turned around and asked Fang Huo, "Xiao Huo, let's go to sister Zhao's house at the door to eat spicy hot pot, do you want to go?"

Ao Zhiming pouted, "Can he go?"

This guy was inseparable from Qiu Lu all day long, as if he didn't know how to live without him, would he go to dinner with him?

Qiu Lu gave Ao Zhiming a blank look, and explained, "Because Xiao Huo is not very used to the taste of that restaurant."

After getting along for so long, even though Fang Huo seldom revealed his food preference, the two of them ate almost every meal together. Rao Qiulu, a straight man who is not so careful, also found out a little bit about his taste. Second, for example, he always puts it down after only a few mouthfuls of spicy food, but he will eat a few more mouthfuls when encountering delicately made pastries and the like.

Fang Huoan stood there quietly, did not speak, just stared at Qiulu's neck for a while, then raised his head, smiled gently, and said: "It's okay, I'll pour a bowl of water by the side, it's too spicy I'll rinse it off and eat it."

The three of them went to the Malatang restaurant together, and after ordering their favorite food, they chatted during the waiting time, talking about Fang Huo going to school after September.

Yuan Shuo contacted him to study at a junior high school in the city. That school was an hour's drive from the gymnasium, so he might have to live there.

Fang Huo picked up the teapot on the table, poured hot tea into the cups of the three of them, took a sip, and said, "I just told Uncle Yuan a few days ago that if you don't stay, you will be far away Come on, get up earlier and run over, it's considered exercise."

"However," he turned his head, looked at Qiulu, and said softly, "From now on, you won't be able to participate in the group run in the morning."

Ao Zhiming yelled in shock: "I'm going, how much do you like our gymnasium, you can't bear to leave? Would you rather run for an hour or two every day and come back to live? Look at Haozi, the school is better than yours. It’s a bit closer, everyone stays there and only comes back on weekends. Distance creates beauty, do you understand?”

Fang Huo ignored the noisy Ao Zhiming and just kept looking at Qiulu.

Qiulu was holding a porcelain cup to drink tea, and accidentally choked, coughed several times, and said, "How about running to school? Don't we have bicycles? We can also take the bus, you really are."

Hearing this, Fang Huo smiled obediently, nodded, and said, "Yes."

Looking at the warm smile on his face, Qiu Lu was secretly startled. She always felt that the fact that this kid didn't want to stay had nothing to do with her.