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It said it was 10 minutes, but in fact it was only 27 minutes before the end of the call, and the knock on the door rang.The words are never full, but the things are always in place, the standard Zhou style.

"You're fast enough." I opened the door and welcomed people in.

"I met a taxi as soon as I went downstairs, and all the intersections were green." Zhou Cheng handed me the things in his hand, and bent over to change his shoes.

I'm not ashamed to say that the house is so dirty that there is no need to talk about hygiene at all, and the two pairs of slippers in the entrance are just decorations, so I turned my attention to the things in my hand.Two insulation barrels, which often appeared in 90s TV dramas, were brought with them most of the time when visiting patients.Zhou Cheng's two are large, and they are heavy in his hands.

"What is it?" I asked.

Zhou Cheng changed his shoes and straightened his waist: "Sauerkraut pork ribs, and sweet and sour fish."

I glanced at the barrel in my hand, and at the same time planned in my head how many steps it would take to stuff a fish into it, and finally came to the conclusion: "Sweet and sour fish nuggets."

Zhou Cheng smiled, looked around and said, "Your room is quite simple."

Isn’t it simple? It’s just one bedroom, and you don’t need to turn your neck 180 degrees, and you can have a panoramic view.

The little lunatic didn't stand up to greet him at all, and at this moment he was still sitting around the stove, raising his eyes not too enthusiastically: "Come here for a meal..."

I shot two sharp shots, and I was keenly aware of those who spoke rudely. My eyes met, and I frowned and shook the thermos in my hand.

"...What else do you bring?" After completing the second half of the sentence, Rong Kai got up and took the thermos over.

This on-the-spot reaction was invincible.

The last time I made dumplings dates back to the twentieth century, so it is understandable that I am not skilled in the technique, but I did not expect that the person who made the quick-frozen dumplings was less skilled than me. The dumplings did not wait for me to push them with a spoon. As soon as I turned the flowers, I saw the stuffing.

"Feng Yiyi, are you cooking dumplings or slices of soup?" Rong Kai picks and picks with chopsticks, finally catching a complete one.

Zhou Cheng was very calm, poured vinegar for himself calmly, then picked up a piece of noodles, dipped it in a plate, and put it in his mouth.After eating, I have to take a sip of the dumpling soup, and then exhale lightly, in a leisurely way.

I don't think there's any reason for anyone with a harmonious family to come to a friend's shabby house on New Year's Eve, but seeing Zhou Cheng's mood is not the same, so I asked strangely: "Why do you want to come to see us?"

"My elder sister brought her in-laws here to celebrate the New Year together," Zhou Cheng shrugged, "It's not convenient for me."

Before I could answer, the little lunatic who was gnawing on the ribs saw the needle: "Oh, then you are really redundant."

Zhou Cheng glanced at him lightly, and smiled slightly: "Your mouth is good for gnawing bones."

For a long time afterwards, the little lunatic just ate hard, as if what he ate was not ribs, but someone's meat.I think it's amazing. The magic of the little lunatic lies in the fact that he has been defeated repeatedly, and he is still defeated repeatedly. The magic of Zhou Cheng is that he is like a sedative. This kind of lunatic, stop cooking.

Tonight's chorus began to be unforgettable on TV, and the crowd couldn't tell who was who.The grilled skewers on the table had long since cooled down, and the beer had lost its taste, so Zhou Cheng and I each had a bowl of sauerkraut broth, and we sipped it down, leaving the fragrance on our lips and teeth.

"It's not a problem if it goes on like this," Zhou Cheng said about me riding three rounds. "I can't save money, and it's not suitable for long-term planning."

"I understand the truth. The problem is that I don't have any other skills. I can't start a lockpicking company. I can only drive a car." As I was talking, I suddenly thought that I didn't know Zhou Cheng's occupation for so many years. Quickly asked, "By the way, what did you do before?"

Zhou Cheng was stunned for a moment, as if he was caught off guard by this question, and after a few seconds he showed a bit of bitterness: "Same as my sister."

I think I heard the Arabian Nights: "Teacher?!"

Zhou Cheng nodded: "Yes, history teacher."

I didn't know what to say for a while, so I could only sigh with emotion: "Then you really can't go back..."

Zhou Cheng smiled, raised his head and exhaled a long breath.

At the time of sad spring and autumn, one paw sneaked up to the dining table to touch the mutton skewers.I knocked it out quickly, not because I thought it would spoil the atmosphere, but because it hurt the stomach and the gain was not worth the loss: "It's too cold to eat, I didn't see that the fat was all congealed, be careful of diarrhea."

Rong Kai clutched his little paw, very dissatisfied: "You are too lenient!"

I kept silent, trying to achieve the effect of not being angry and arrogant.

"Don't think I'm afraid of you just by staring!"

Well, fail.

"Actually, you can do this." Zhou Cheng suddenly interjected from the side.

I looked at him wonderingly: "Which one?"

Zhou Cheng picked up an iron stick on the table and looked at it decently.

The little lunatic came over: "kebabs?"

I frowned subconsciously after hearing this: "Isn't this unreliable?"

Zhou Cheng shook his head: "Don't think it's inconspicuous. The Xinjiang brothers are not fooling around all over the street. After doing it well, you can open a skewer shop in the future, and you can open a restaurant when you grow up. In short, catering is the easiest thing to do. As long as you are willing to suffer and suffer."

"Damn, I can't be afraid of grilling meat on a tricycle? The problem is easy to say, where can I sell it? It can't be like sharpening scissors and kitchen knives."

Zhou Cheng narrowed his eyes and thought for a while, and suddenly he had a flash of inspiration: "The gate of the high school!"

"Why not primary school, junior high school and university?"

"Elementary school students are strictly controlled by their parents, and they don't let them eat indiscriminately. Junior high school students are fine too, but they have limited money at their disposal. College students who will eat this, go to restaurants directly. High school students are the best, especially boarding high schools. Self-study in the morning and study in the evening are stuck in the school, and if you want to eat something to satisfy your hunger, you can only buy some at the school gate."

……

Over the years, I often sit down and reflect on why everyone is born with one nose and two eyes, one buttock and two legs, but some people are below the food and clothing line, and some are on Forbes.At this time, I will think of Zhou Cheng and this New Year's Eve.The ups and downs on the road to success will bring down many people, but even if you just want to be brought down, there must be a prerequisite, that is, the road you choose is indeed the road to success.

Well, to put it simply, there is a gap between the brains of this person.

After the new year, the little madman and I started to prepare for the kebabs.At first I thought that Zhou Cheng was just coming up with an idea, and he should do what he should do after it is finished, but he never thought that at the end of February, this guy suddenly came to visit.

"Although it's not good to visit empty-handed, but what you brought...is it too much?" I looked at the suitcase in front of me and asked sincerely.

Zhou Cheng raised the corners of his mouth, and his voice was unusually gentle: "Aren't you welcome..."

I shivered, shaking off goose bumps all over the floor.

The little lunatic sits in a corner and surfs the Internet. A while ago, he was too bored to recuperate from his injuries. We bought a second-hand computer for 1000 yuan. The broadband is dial-up and billed by the hour. Appeared, and smiled gloatingly: "Yo, I was kicked out by the old lady."

Zhou Cheng ignored him and asked me directly: "Is there room for someone to fill this room?"

"Nonsense." I rolled my eyes at him and took the suitcase over, "Do you want to live on the bed, the sofa, or the floor?"

Zhou Cheng raised the corner of his mouth: "What about the bed?"

I pointed at the little lunatic: "Then let him choose between the floor and the sofa."

The little lunatic howled: "Why did I get out of bed!"

Zhou Cheng was really happy this time, his eyes were full of praise: "Feng Yiyi, you are promising."

Why does your sister and I have the feeling that our seniority has suddenly become lower?

Zhou Cheng didn't come here for nothing, but brought 5000 yuan to join the group.To be honest, I'm not surprised at all.Because he has always been the kind of person who has a special idea, as if there is nothing in this world that he can't resist the cold and things that he can't handle, so from the time he appeared at the door with his luggage, I didn't think he would rub Eat and live.But [-] is really a lot, and the little lunatic and I are only planning to spend [-] to [-] as the first phase of investment.And the rent, Zhou Cheng said.I'm dizzy, and I said that the three people in this broken house will share it. Do you think the rent is worth mentioning?As a result, Zhou Cheng said in a calm manner, I live with you now, but I will always change houses in the future, I will give you all the money, and I don’t care about the future, you can change apartments, change No matter the villa, I always have a bed... or a sofa.Your mother will never suffer a loss in her life!

"And change to a bigger house, so we can live together when Hua Diao comes out in the future." Zhou Cheng said faintly while stuffing the suitcase into the cabinet.

Shot.

I admit defeat.

"Then you can play mahjong!" The little lunatic's eyes lit up like light bulbs.

I rubbed my forehead, almost saying earnestly: "Can you pay attention to the things on earth?"

In the evening, the three of us went out for a meal. The dishes were good, the wine was expensive, and we even had a small private room.How should I put it, I am really happy.In society, it may be nothing unusual to have a friendship for several years, but the five years in the prison may be deeper than the ten or even ten years in the outside.We have shared adversity, we have lived and died together, we have talked about how we used to stay up all night, and these are emotions that those who have never been in can't understand.

Zhou Cheng said that the reason why he didn’t come here directly after he was released from prison was that his sister didn’t want him to associate with us anymore, and the other was that he himself hoped to draw a line with the past and have a new start.But in fact, as a reformed prisoner, the traces on his resume cannot be erased. No one wants him, no one is willing to give him the so-called opportunity. He almost rotted at home in those few months, and then he Finally, I want to understand that some imprints are forever and cannot be erased. The only thing you can do is to face it, accept it, and then step on it and move on.

I can't hear it, I slapped the table and yelled, what happened to the prisoner, so the prisoner can't make contributions to society? !As a result, the little waiter happened to come to deliver the refilled beer. Hearing this, he didn't dare to enter the house, put a bag of beer at the door and ran away.I was even angrier, and almost got up and chased her out. Of course, the main reason was that I drank a little too much, otherwise I wouldn't be as knowledgeable as the little girl.Zhou Cheng didn't show any signs of drinking too much, so he stopped me in time, and said with a smile, don't drink too much.I immediately woke up halfway, and then asked a little bit without confidence, what do you think of us three reform-through-labour prisoners being mixed together now?

I have no confidence because I don't know if Zhou Cheng will regret it, or if he has already regretted it.For other people, such as Little Crazy and Huahua, I have a good idea, but for Zhou Cheng, I really can't figure it out.

The little lunatic also quieted down, looking this way without blinking.

Zhou Cheng picked up the wine glass, touched mine lightly, and then said two words, Shu Tan.