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Beijing Qianmen Street, "Duyiyi" Shaomai shop.

Zhang Qiling went to the appointment on time, and as soon as he entered the door, the waiter led him to the corner table in the lobby, where a middle-aged man was sitting and drinking tea.

"Coming?" The man didn't even look at Zhang Qiling: "Sit."

Zhang Qiling didn't say anything, he pulled the chair opposite the man and sat down.

"What would you two like to eat?" The waiter stood by the table, waiting for their order.

The middle-aged man looked at the menu on the table, and said: "One drawer of three delicacies siu mai, one serving of dry fried small balls, one serving of fried triangular meat and vegetables, and a bowl of corn porridge, no sugar. "

"Okay, what about you, sir?" The waiter turned to Zhang Qiling again.

"Shaomai, dry meat, porridge." Zhang Qiling pointed to the mutton carrot siu mai and red bean porridge on the menu.

"Okay! You two wait a moment~!"

The waiter left, and the loud and clear sound of the menu echoed in the lobby. The middle-aged man poured a cup of tea for Zhang Qiling, and his movements were skillful and intimate, giving people the feeling of an old friend.

"Wu Sansheng." After pouring the tea, the man stretched out his right hand towards Zhang Qiling.

Zhang Qiling raised his hand to shake it, but he took it back.

"I think you should know who I am." Wu Sanxing leaned back in his chair with an amiable smile, but his eyes were secretly sharp: "I won't talk any more nonsense, does Wu Xie know him? He is my eldest nephew, so you Stay away from him in the future."

Zhang Qiling was secretly surprised, tried his best to remain calm, but couldn't help being a little dazed.

"I know you two grew up together, so you have a very good relationship. If your surname is not Zhang, I won't care too much, but unfortunately..." Wu Sansheng didn't finish his sentence.

"Surname Zhang?" Zhang Qiling frowned slightly.

Wu Sansheng held up his teacup and blew, and said: "Do you know why Wu Xie was sent to Zhangjiawan? Do you know why his parents haven't come back from abroad to recognize him? You are a good brother, unfortunately, Your father is responsible for all of this."

Zhang Qiling suddenly felt a pain in his stomach, and a layer of sweat broke out on his body. He pressed it with his hands and said, "Why should I trust you?"

Wu Sansheng raised his eyebrows and said with a smile, "I'll show you a picture."

With that said, Wu Sansheng took out a photo from his arms and handed it to Zhang Qiling.

Zhang Qiling took it, and recognized Wu Xie and his parents in the photo at a glance. They were of the same period and had the same clothes, but there were more people in this photo.

"This is Wu Xie's grandfather, his parents, second uncle, and me." Wu Sansheng identified himself to Zhang Qiling, and then smiled again: "Originally, there was another one with more people, and that one also included yours." Parents, uncles and grandparents, it's a pity that your father has already torn them up, in order to draw a clear line with the Wu family, torn them up."

Zhang Qiling looked at the person in the photo and murmured: "Draw a line..."

At this time, the waiter came with food: "Excuse me, everything you ordered is ready."

Wu Sansheng opened the steamed wheat cage with great interest, lifted his nose and smelled it, couldn't help admiring, and said to Zhang Qiling: "Come on, while it's hot."

Zhang Qiling was still immersed in great doubts and shock at this time, so he didn't have the appetite to eat, but out of politeness, he still took a sip of porridge and ate some dried meat.

"The meatballs here are pretty good, try it." Wu Sansheng said again.

Zhang Qiling took one, but it tasted like wax.

Wu Sansheng looked at him, and smiled while eating siu mai, "Hehe, I didn't realize that you and Wu Xie have such a good relationship. Is it hard for you to stay away from him?"

Zhang Qiling looked up: "Yes."

Wu Sanxing paused, swallowed what was in his mouth, narrowed his eyes and asked, "Why?"

Zhang Qiling hesitated.

Wu Sanxing sat up straight, and said: "He can live well without you, besides, since I know where he is, I won't leave him alone, although we won't recognize each other for a while, but it's no problem to ensure that he has no worries. On the contrary, if your father finds out that you still have contact with him, do you know what the consequences will be?"

Zhang Qiling gradually calmed himself down. He wanted to figure out the whole story, and then use his actions to tell everyone that his closeness would never hurt Wu Xie.

"Please, tell me everything." Zhang Qiling said.

Wu Sansheng's half-smile was not a smile, which had a deep meaning.

On this day, Wu Xie didn't see Zhang Qiling, but because the company had a lot of business, this kind of situation was not uncommon, so he still ate, slept and studied as usual, without delaying anything.

After dinner, Wu Xie leaned on the bed to read, Wang Meng sat at the desk with an apple and looked out the window, eating while watching, and said, "Little boss, why didn't your brother come to see you today?"

"Get busy." Wu Xie replied casually.

"No." Wang Meng said solemnly: "Every time he is busy, he will tell you in advance, and then we will find out your dead face immediately!"

"Who the hell are you talking about?" Wu Xie was furious.

Wang Meng blocked his mouth with an apple, not daring to speak.

Wu Xie was annoyed: "Give me an apple!"

Wang Meng offered it with both hands, and couldn't be more respectful.

Wu Xie took a bite of the apple, which was sour and sweet. He felt that Wang Meng should be forgiven.

Wang Meng escaped, so he went to sit and look at the sky again...

Wu Xie felt a headache: "I said, why do you care more about my brother than me?"

Wang Meng turned around and complained: "Because he always brings delicious food every time he comes, and he almost ate up what he brought last time!"

Wu Xie vomited blood.

Wang Meng died.

After turning off the lights, Wu Xie tossed and couldn't sleep, and felt inexplicably uneasy. After a while, Wang Meng's cold swishing voice came from the darkness: "Little boss, can't you fall asleep~?"

"roll!"

"……Oh."

In the middle of the night, there was a steady breathing sound in the dormitory. Wu Xie returned to Zhangjiawan in a dream, and he was eating roasted sweet potatoes at home with the boring fat man. The delicious and hot sweet potatoes made his mouth water. There was a knock...

"Boom-boom-boom-boom-"

Wu Xie was shaken awake in a dream, and opened his eyes in a daze, only to see Wang Meng shivering beside his bed, pointing to the window with a terrified expression, and said, "Little little, little boss! You, you, what do you see?!"

Wu Xie rubbed her eyes and looked over, only to see a figure outside the dormitory window, still knocking on the glass!

"Ah ah ah ah ah--!!!"

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