When the phoenix man meets the peacock man

One night three months later, Feng Tao's car crawled hard in a night market.

Although this is not a slum, the living conditions are really not noble.It was not considered a spacious alley at first, but there were some food stalls and fruit stalls on both sides. Some foolish men and women in casual clothes were shopping for vegetables with their baskets on their shoulders. saliva.

Feng Tao's car drove here like a whale in a bathtub or something, he was out of place, and he was extremely inconvenient to move because of his huge and noble figure.

There are people all around, and their origins are no longer discernible. They seem to have inadvertently broken into the jungle where the plants of the demon world grow.Feng Tao's driver honked the horn impatiently, trying to make way for the endless passers-by in front of the car, but in fact the expressions of the passers-by under the headlights were indifferent to disgust.

Feng Tao was very patient. He closed his eyes and sat in the back resting his mind. He didn't know if he was tired from working overtime, or he was thinking about the company's next strategy.Beside him sat a young girl.

The girl said apologetically, "I'm really sorry, I didn't expect there to be so many people here at night, why don't we find another place to eat."

Feng Tao paused for a while before saying to the driver: "Old Sun, find a place to pull over the car, and let's go for a walk."

The girl tweeted again and said: "Farewell, I was actually just talking about wanting to eat at the night market stalls. I didn't expect that a boss as big as you would come with you."

Feng Tao said casually that since he asked her out, he should take good care of her.

The girl didn't say anything more, she felt a little happy in her heart, and it was a very safe thing to associate with an older and richer man.

The driver stopped as promised, and Feng Tao got out of the car and walked with his female companion, disappearing among the crowd almost in a blink of an eye.

My girlfriend seems to have a good impression of all kinds of folk junk food. I eat two skewers of barbecue, order a duck neck, and then ask for a grilled cold noodle. I can also make two skewers of Malatang. I can’t tell that young people with good skin are so inclusive. Stomach.

Feng Tao couldn't help wondering whether he was really too old to eat a lesbian—he hardly ate much and had no appetite.

After eating for half a day, the street was full of people again when I turned the corner of the street.Not far away, someone is actually selling Liangpi, and there are still people buying it in this season.

Feng Tao took a few glances, and his girlfriend looked around curiously, "How about a bowl?"

Feng Tao shook his head and said, "I was full just now, and now I can't eat anything—look ahead, there are scarves sellers over there, and see if you want to choose one." The girl ran over there happily went.

An hour later Feng Tao appeared on the street again, this time alone.

It was already late at night, and the people were much sparser than before. The cold and murderous atmosphere of the night became more and more intense. Feng Tao wrapped up his coat and stopped again at the Liangpi stall at the intersection.

A couple of young lovers lined up in front of Feng Tao, pointing and asking for the cold noodle recipe, "Boss, here is a slightly spicy and vinegary one."

The young man selling Liangpi nodded slightly, he looked taciturn, and started working silently with his eyes down.I can't tell whether the eyes are big or small, but the eyelashes are thick and well-proportioned.This Liangpi gentleman wears a white disposable mask on his face, which looks very clean, and the exposed skin has a good balance of water and oil.His figure is also good, although it is a little thin, but this kind of weak man is popular nowadays, not to mention that he is dressed in a very white imitation chef's uniform, which adds a lot of points.The black linen apron tied around the waist outlines a beautiful waist shape, and this waist alone gives people a feeling of "How can the beauty of Qing Ben sell Liangpi".

Such a clean and handsome man who sells Liangpi like a model with the sign "I'm afraid of getting dirty, don't touch me" hanging at the door of a clothing store is absolutely outstanding in the entire night market. Needless to say, he is selling shirtless with tattoos The old men who grilled skewers, let alone the young men with red cockscombs writhing with the rock while greeting while frying cattle, not to mention the old men wearing oily and blackened shirts except for their foreheads. With a few strands of unruly hair, there is almost no hair on the fried melon seed uncle... Even if the fanwai is doubled and the female characters in the entire night market are counted, Mr. Liangpi is definitely the most attractive oiran.

However, Mr. Liangpi doesn’t seem to have such a self-awareness. He is just selling Liangpi seriously, and he doesn’t bother to flirt with other people. The girls among the lovers and customers who flirt with him are also ignored.As cold as the night is, Liangpi Jun's attitude is as cold as it is.

He carefully, definitely not proficiently, put the translucent cute Q-ball Liangpi on the chopping board and cut it up. Suddenly, without raising his head, he said loudly: "Zong Doudou! Don't eat indiscriminately!"

A chubby kid was just teased by someone holding a few chestnuts like a puppy. He bounced a few times before getting it in his hand, but his brother yelled at him and refused to let him eat it.

Zong Doudou hurriedly hid two in his pocket, and said, "I don't want to eat, I'll give it to Dad."

He ran to lean on an old man in a wheelchair behind him.The old man seemed to have fallen asleep in a wheelchair. He was wearing thick clothes and covered with a blanket. In short, he didn't look like he would be frozen.

While being wary of his brother, Zong Doudou secretly pushed aside the chestnuts with his hands and mouth, and then pretended to send them to his father, saying: "Dad, do you eat?——You don't want to eat it!" He nodded again, " Do you want to eat it for me? Dad, you are so kind." He ate it in one bite.

His brother had to take care of the business, so he just turned a blind eye and ignored him.

The little lover happily left with a bowl of Liangpi, and it was Feng Tao's turn.

Mr. Liangpi is doing the post-processing of the last job, tidying up the table and so on. Usually at this time, the next customer will make his own request, such as ups and downs, but this time there is no movement, and he stands in front of his booth to block the light .

He glanced up questioningly——

Looking at each other, Mr. Liangpi stopped the movement in his hands, and after three seconds, his movements became smooth again, what to do.

Feng Tao said, "Give me a bowl of Liangpi."

Mr. Liangpi said, "What are your requirements?"

Feng Tao said: "Normal is fine."

Mr. Liangpi made a bowl of Liangpi normally.

Feng Tao paid the money, picked up the small plastic bowl, and ate it with disposable chopsticks. The cold noodle made by a person without enthusiasm really didn't have any temperature, and it felt cold in his stomach.

It was almost time to close the market, and there were no customers, Feng Tao was the last one.

Mr. Liangpi didn't look at him, and started to pack the utensils.

Shouting to his younger brother: "Zong Doudou, if you eat another chestnut, tomorrow's breakfast will be gone! ——Don't pull Dad's blanket!"

Zong Doudou said: "I'm cold!"

The brothers didn't talk to each other after that.

Feng Tao put it down after eating half a bowl of Liangpi. He copied it in his trouser pocket and looked at Liangpi Jun. He said, "I didn't expect you to do this—why don't you find a stable job?"

Zong Yuheng had almost packed his things, and took off his mask and hat, revealing his delicate face, which was the face that Feng Tao had deliberately forgotten but could not forget in the past three months.

He seemed to have expected that he would be found out, and said contemptuously, "Did you hire a private detective or follow me yourself?"

Feng Tao smiled wryly. In fact, this was really just a chance encounter. Zong Yuheng disappeared again three months ago. He could have found the person immediately by various means, but he didn't do that.

Deep fatigue and self-loathing prevent him from getting closer to Zong Yuheng. If the other party has always regarded this as entanglement and is deeply troubled, then is it time to stop?Maybe if you really love him, you should give him freedom. At least this time, he wants to give each other some time and distance, and try to let go.

During this period, he even made a girlfriend in order to force himself not to get stuck in it, but today it happened that it was that girlfriend who said he was going to visit some night market...

Maybe there is a mischievous and entangled god playing tricks on all beings somewhere. Since Zong Yuheng will never forgive and accept Feng Tao under his arrogant temper, why do they let them, over and over again? Encounter again and again?

Saying that it is better to forget each other than to forget each other in the rivers and lakes - if you can simply forget, who would want to go to such trouble to spit on each other?

According to the truth, Feng Tao said that he didn't deliberately find someone, but Zong Yuheng, who was familiar with his life rules, obviously didn't believe his words.

Feng Tao knew that it would be useless to talk too much, so he simply didn't explain much, and watched silently from the side.

Zong Yuheng was about to leave after packing up, but he was obviously a little hesitant at this time.He had to push the stall and his father's wheelchair, and he couldn't do it all at once.So usually he would tell Zong Doudou to look at the stall here first, he would send his father back, and then come back to take away the stall and Zong Doudou.

But today came an annoying one, Zong Yuheng didn't want him to see the whole picture of his difficult life.

Sure enough, Feng Tao expressed his insight that he could push the cart for him.

Zong Yuheng said: "Thank you, Mr. Feng. But I am not related to you, and you are doing me a favor by staying away from me."

Feng Tao rubbed his nose, smiled without saying a word, in Zong Yuheng's eyes, it was a classic two-faced state, so he ignored him, just pushed Zong Jiyuan's wheelchair, and went to the rental house not far away.

Zong Doudou shouted from behind: "Brother! He robbed our car!"

Zong Yuheng turned his head and saw Zong Doudou hugging Feng Tao's thigh, as if the housekeeper would not let him grab it.

Feng Tao explained to him: "I will help your brother with work. If you can push it, you can help him."

Zong Doudou moved his eyes, thinking that he should be able to go home earlier, so he surrendered, let go of his thigh, and said, "Okay, please push the cart for our family! Don't take it away!" shelf.

Zong Yuheng's teeth itch with hatred, and said, "Zong Doudou, can't you watch something?!"

Feng Tao has already pushed up to drive alongside him, "I'll see you off, it's nothing."

Zong Yuheng obviously knew that he would not be an opponent by force, and besides, he was tired after so many rounds of fighting.It is really heavy to get rid of the life of being alone...

Two large animals, one small and one plant body set foot on their way home under the night.

In the following week, a certain night market gradually had a legend of a rich man.

It is said that every night at around 08:30, a boss with a good car will appear in front of the Liangpi stand on time, silently order a bowl of Liangpi, then stand aside silently, eat it silently, and then talk about the barbecue and dry goods next to him. He didn't even look at Chao Niuhe or anything.

I don't know where this enigmatic rich man made his fortune, but his surname is Feng, and Xiaozong Liangpi called him "Mr. Feng".

The small bosses of the night market passed on this legend by word of mouth, exchanging ideas with their eyes and tone of voice, speculating on the relationship between Xiaozong Liangpi and Mr. Feng.

Some said they were brothers who had been separated for many years, some said they were friends who had had internal strife, and some said it was a debt dispute, which added to the conversation in the night market.

A week later, Zong Yuheng issued an expulsion order against Feng Tao for the nth time.

"You go, I can't do business well if I do this again. Don't you see that they are all targeting you?"

Feng Tao sighed and said, "It's almost time to end. It's really a bit of a delay to come here every night."

Zong Yuheng snorted coldly, "You are indeed a little free!"

Now that Feng Tao said so, Zong Yuheng thought he should return to the previous state of working overtime to death.

As a result, Feng Tao came again the next day.

And this time, he didn't simply come here as a diner - he set up a stall next to the Liangpi stall, and it was not a small stall, complete with pots, pans, stoves and so on.

Feng Tao began to sell all kinds of delicate stir-fries.