Chapter 767 Red Sweater (Fifth More!)

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If the old man was crying and grabbing the ground here, Zhou Ze probably would have kicked him;

A curse: old and unscrupulous.

But seeing the old man like this now,

Boss Zhou was really worried.

You must know that the psychological endurance of the old man is very strong.

Seventy years of ups and downs,

Suansuan actually walked all the way with the new China,

How many ups and downs and hardships,

In the end, they gritted their teeth and broke out.

In the past, no matter what happened to him, the old man would always smile. At least on the spiritual level, he has always been a benchmark, um, a spiritual giant.

but now,

The old man clutched the red sweater blankly,

Just squat like that,

squatting,

squatting,

Like a wooden sculpture.

Zhou Ze walked over and knelt down in front of the old Taoist, "What's wrong?"

The old man raised his head, looked at Zhou Ze, tried his best to focus his eyes, then smiled habitually,

"Boss, come here."

"Go, let's go back."

Zhou Ze helped the old Taoist up as he spoke.

He didn't even ask what happened. In the past, everyone would joke around, but now that the old man is like this, it's not the time to talk.

The black girl once summed up some of Zhou Ze's dispositions,

Thin and cool, it is difficult to take the initiative to give and trust others.

But he is very protective of the people he has identified.

at the moment,

Don't say that the old man doesn't seem to have committed something,

Even if something really happened,

Zhou Ze would also take him out of here without saying a word!

"Hey, make a note."

A policeman knocked on the table and said.

Zhou Ze ignored him and led the old Taoist out directly.

The policeman just shook his head and said nothing.

wait in the car,

Zhou Ze started the car,

The old man sitting in the passenger seat suddenly turned his head, looked at Zhou Ze, and said:

"Boss, let's go to Dongmen Street."

The old Taoist still held the red sweater tightly in his hand, unwilling to let go at all.

"OK."

Zhou Ze nodded, and instead of going back to the study, he drove to Dongmen Street.

There is a RT-Mart on Dongmen Street, but after going around from RT-Mart, and driving a little further in, there is a small vegetable market with a small street.

On the street, there are several pedicure shops and hair salons.

Before the old man could show the way, Zhou Ze drove in slowly while observing the old man's situation.

The old man fixed his eyes on a small store called "Qinzuyuan".

Zhou Ze stopped the car.

The old man pushed open the car door, stepped down, and took a deep breath.

Although it's hard for Boss Zhou to understand, if you come to find a big girl, you need to have such a heavy face?

Shouldn't ordinary men go to this kind of place and jump up and down, "This is the feeling of flying"?

The old man sighed, crossed the road, and walked over there, followed by Zhou Ze. The old man's mental state at this time made Zhou Ze a little uncertain.

opened the shop door,

There was a middle-aged woman in the store who was sitting there watching TV. Seeing a customer, she hurriedly got up and said:

"Sorry, I'm the only one in the store today, we only do regular ones now."

This sentence means,

We used to be able to do informal,

Another meaning is,

If you add money, you can also do informal ones.

"Big sister, I'm just here to have a look. I'm Fang Xing'er's friend."

After the middle-aged woman heard the word "Fang Xing", her expression changed, and she said:

"Hehe, okay, it's okay, look, I'm from the shop next door, and the proprietress is still in the bureau, let me come and see a shop."

The old man nodded, "Thank you."

"Why are you being polite? It's better to have a sincere friend when you're away from home."

The middle-aged woman looked at the old man with a little sigh, then her eyes fell on Zhou Ze who was following behind the old man, and said:

"Little brother, do you wash your feet?"

Zhou Ze shook his head.

In terms of his private life, Yingying is basically taking care of him. After getting used to Yingying's tenderness, thoughtfulness and professional skills, some things outside are not attractive at all.

Moreover,

This place is favored by old men like veterans,

It doesn't match Boss Zhou's taste.

"OK."

The middle-aged woman took two disposable cups, put some tea, poured water, and handed them to Zhou Ze and Lao Dao.

"Thanks."

"You're welcome."

The middle-aged woman continued to sit back on the sofa and watch TV.

The old man walked in on his own. There was a narrow staircase inside. It was very narrow at the beginning, but after reaching the corner, it was much more spacious. After reaching the top, the layout of the second floor was much more relaxed. small room.

If you just press your feet, you generally don't need so many small rooms.

In the middle, don't everyone press their feet, and a row of side-by-side armchairs can be placed there, and that's fine.

Coupled with the pink background here, with their independent small spaces, men with a little life experience can guess the scale here.

"I said, where is that Fang Xing?"

Zhou Ze asked.

The old man didn't say anything, he just turned around and gave Zhou Ze a wry smile.

"Man, dead?"

Zhou Ze asked.

The old man closed his eyes and let out a long breath.

An old friend died, no wonder.

The old man pushed open the door of a small room,

The pattern inside the door is also very small.

It’s just a half-meter-wide bed with a bedside table with wet wipes and tissues on it, and a small hanging basket above it with colorful Smurfs.

The old man sat down on the small bed,

Put the half-knitted red sweater on the bed,

He put his hands together,

head down.

Boss Zhou frowned slightly, did he come to see things and think about others?

"Boss, have you had any contact with the women here?"

It was difficult for Zhou Ze to answer.

"Oh, look what I asked."

The old man laughed at himself.

"Actually, I like this place quite a bit, because it's real here, as long as you give me money, I can be honest with you."

Zhou Ze stood beside him, lit a cigarette, and listened silently.

"Actors are meaningless, what's the point of the previous sentence?" the old Taoist asked, "Oh, no need to answer, that's what it means."

"But how should I say it? In fact, it's pretty much the same. I seldom come to see Fang Xing. If I come too many times, it's not good. It will disturb people's life.

She usually has no business, and when she is free, she sends me a WeChat message, asking if I am free.

Fang Xing's son has just graduated from college. After she was laid off, she relied on doing this to earn his son's tuition. Her husband likes to play with money, and he doesn't work properly, so he doesn't get any money.

She is supporting the living expenses of the whole family.

In fact, it is quick to make money doing this, but it is also tiring, really tiring.

Moreover, to be honest, she can't make a lot of money. She is too old and the club doesn't want her. Here, the price is already the price of fast food, and she has to pay half and half with the boss.

After all the hard work and hard work of a customer, there are really not many hands.

But it earns more than going to work in a serious way.

By doing this, she provided for her son until he graduated from college, and saved a down payment.

She told me at the beginning that as long as her son graduates from college, she can stop and go home, go home to plant the land, and rest. These days are too tiring.

Now, her son is getting married, so she has to continue to help the child buy a house, help repay the loan, and reduce the pressure on the child.

Sometimes when she is not busy, she will send me a WeChat message, and I will come over and chat.

She said to me, brother, it’s too cold for you to wear only a Taoist robe in winter, let’s knit you a sweater, anyway, it’s winter, and she doesn’t have many guests.

This day, it was extremely cold, so cold that even the work was frozen. "

"I said yes."

"She knits me a sweater. When a guest comes, she puts down the sweater. When the work is done, she sits on the bed and continues knitting me a sweater."

"The relationship between me and her is purely money, I pay money every time I come, and I don't even think about getting a free bill or something.

I don't do this kind of thing. After all, it is not easy for everyone to make money and live. "

Zhou Ze rubbed the center of his brows. As a last resort, he interrupted the old man's soliloquy and asked:

"Did something happen to her?"

The old man was silent,

Covering his face with his hands,

some pain

road:

"She also told me yesterday evening that the sweater will be knitted in a few days, let me go, just give it to me, and I agree.

She lived in a rented house nearby, not in the shop, the shop was too large, and it was inconvenient.

She shares the apartment with a few fellow villagers, and there are also sisters who work in this industry.

yesterday

Because she came to her aunt,

so no work,

Just send me a WeChat message without saying a word at home, and knit a sweater for me at the same time.

She told me about her son, about her son's house, about renovating the dilapidated house in her hometown, and about what kind of wife she wanted for her son.

Talked a lot,

She knows that I like to hear this, and I don't resent listening to it.

hehe,

I'm in the bookstore,

Met some old ghosts,

I also like chatting with them.

Then,

She heard the cry of a child coming from the next door to her own room,

Next door to her lived a young couple who came to work, but they had no children.

She went to see it and found that the child was well dressed. This child was kidnapped.

She grabbed the child, yelled, called kidnapper, called kidnapper!

The couple beat her and kicked her, but she also held the child and did not let go.

Then the man,

I picked up the kitchen knife..."

The old Taoist gestured with his hand,

"That kind of narrow-mouthed kitchen knife stabbed straight down, but Fang Xing still didn't let go, blood, blood, blood

blood..."

The couple fled immediately in fright, and the police are still arresting them.

the child stayed,

was discovered,

Fang Xing died,

she died. "

Hearing this, Zhou Ze took a deep breath and took a deep puff of his cigarette.

I wanted to say that Lawyer An proposed marriage for you.

But these words can't be said at all.

The old man rubbed his nose,

Continuing to say to himself:

"Fang Xing told me that she knew that the money would come quickly, which would cut off the possibility of her doing other things and changing careers.

But she is dead anyway, and she is getting older, this body can be squeezed as many times as it can,

Like pressing oil,

Squeeze a little more oil and squeeze out a little more.

tut tut,

I thought that I might see Fang Xing again tonight in the study;

But I just saw her body at the police station,

She died after confirming that the child was snatched by her.

She walked peacefully, really peacefully,

This kind of person does not need to come to the bookstore for transfer.

I even saw her for the last time,

I can't see it anymore..."

The old man reached out and grabbed the half-knitted sweater,

Red,

red,

As if stained with blood...

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