The weather has been quite good recently. I still staggered when I stepped on a slightly muddy ground. This suburb is different from Qingdao City. It feels very desolate and the green area is even less pitiful. When winter comes, it looks extremely terrible.

The beggar is now walking behind me. I slowly led the way, and my intuition told me that he had been observing me from behind. To be honest, he was disgusted with his unintentional disgust, but instead felt that he was very surprised to me, whether he was judging my wounds or his cold treatment of those people's excessive behaviors. I could see some familiar things from him.

A police car passed by. I thought that there were people at home to collect evidence several times in a row. I couldn't help but slow down. I have to say that the beggar is very awesome. As soon as I slowed down, I found through the shadows in the sun that he was slowed down almost at the same time, which made me feel that he was my shadow. After coming out of the organization, I rarely went out at home and rarely communicated with people. My original friends did not take the initiative to say hello due to face issues. My temper and personality slowly responded. When I arrived here, I had such a garbage job, let alone a friend who was not able to say anything. Because I was worried about the organization, I never wanted to make friends, and the torture of Japanese women, I felt an unprecedented sense of identity for this beggar I met halfway.

When I arrived at the shop below my doorstep, I went in and bought a box of Baxi. The beggar casually took the bag of 40 yuan under the shop owner's contempt and surprised look. Looking at the beggar with a strange color, I paid together. The beggar seemed to think it was normal, unpacking it on his own, and clicking on it and following me out.

The footprints left by the box of Han Shuang next to the body were lost by the rich second generation. I only heard the neighbors discussing when I came out in the morning and said that I didn’t see any other footprints. I also remembered the strange words and deeds of the rich second generation and he was waiting outside and going up after he was young. I was 80% sure.

Based on this idea, when passing by the place where the corpse was originally placed at the door, he looked involuntarily, then walked upstairs. The beggar did suddenly stop, looked at the empty snow, and then followed.

The doors were locked upstairs and downstairs, and it seemed that they hadn't come back yet. I opened the door, and the beggar looked at the house with the sound of pissing the evil sound of the evil spirit. I signaled him to sit casually. Then he closed the door first, took off his pants, and took off his underwear that he wanted to change for a long time but had never had the chance to change. He changed it back. When he was fighting with those little gangsters just now, he kicked my knee with a short eye and scratched the wound. I looked carefully again, and then put on his pants with confidence. The beggar kept looking at me in the process, and frowned when he saw my wound. Seeing me put on his pants, he slowly said: "The sword is hurt by SoftBank, your friend is very powerful."

Damn. I looked at him and felt that he was unpredictable and smiled bitterly: "I have no luck in dating this friend, and I almost didn't scold me."

He ignored me, he sat there and started lighting a cigarette again. I went to the kitchen to beat a few eggs, stir-fry some noodles, and brought a lot of leftover dishes from the New Year's Eve dinner. The two of them started to eat, and the beggar was not polite at all. Suddenly, they both thought he was the master of this.

"Are you wine?" He suddenly raised his head.

"No, I can't drink." I glanced at him and lowered my head to eat hard. I was so tired of being slaughtered by those people in the morning. I was really hungry after walking for another morning.

"You live with your girlfriend?"

"That's right." I hate the man who lived with my girlfriend in advance, but I am indeed in this state now. I was suddenly asked by him, feeling a little embarrassed.

"Is it Japanese?" He didn't seem to stop.

I was surprised, from the calmness he saw at first to the casualness he followed me, to the casual smoking of me when he noticed that I was injured, to the knife that cut my wound just now, I was not interested in knowing it, and it was useless to know it. But I was quite surprised that he said that he was with me a woman.

"I said, man, you won't even know this?" As soon as I spoke, I suddenly had an idea: Isn't this child deliberately approaching me with some inexplicable purpose like the rich second generation? Then I pretended to be mysterious and asked me to accept it?

He looked at me: "Isn't this very obvious? There is a woman's fragrance in your room. I didn't feel that you had a perfume smell on you along the way. There are two pillows and two quilts on the head of the bed. You must have a girlfriend living together." He took a deep breath: "This perfume smell should be a special offer in Japan. I forgot the name. Perfume is a very fixed supplier in China, and the consumer group in China is also relatively fixed, and the consumption concept is relatively follow the crowd. Japanese perfume does not occupy much market in China, but it is a special offer. You probably don't pay much attention to those fancy outsiders, so you probably think your girlfriend is Japanese."

I was stunned for a moment, and said, "I said, "Master, what are you doing before? Why do you feel like you know everything?"

He smiled self-deprecatingly: "I? Am I just a beggar?" After saying that, he stopped talking, lowered his head and ate hard. I ignored him and ate hard. Suddenly, both of them stopped talking and ate voraciously.

A cigarette after the meal. The beggar and I were smoking the cigarette after the meal greedily like a cigarette ghost. The door suddenly opened. The Japanese woman and Hanshuang pushed the door in and saw an outsider. Both of them were shocked. The beggar gently raised his eyes and lowered his head to smoke. Xiaoli had a complicated relationship with me. When he saw my friend coming, he didn't say anything. He just put down the things he bought, greeted him casually and pulled Hanshuang out.

The beggar suddenly looked at me: "Be careful of your girlfriend."

I smiled bitterly: "I'm not just careful about her, I'm just hiding..."

He smoked his cigarette, took his China, opened the door so simply, and left.

I think it's very interesting. This person is a pity. If his situation allows him, he will make friends with him. No matter whether he is a beggar or not, how big the age difference is between me.

I washed my underwear in warm water, hung it on the rope outside, and soaked my pants.

Suddenly I wanted to go to the Internet cafe to see it. The little girl is pretty good. I haven't been there for a long time, and I still remember that I came to send chicken during the Chinese New Year. Although she had so many things, I volunteered. Moreover, I was in the Internet cafe for so long and didn't know how much she has benefited. Since I went to her to surf the Internet with her, Xiaoxiao has never paid for eating and drinking there. I didn't have much money. I didn't have to buy instant noodles, spicy sausages, and all kinds of cokes sold. I was so confident that I squeezed into the same bed as me.

Forget it, go and have a look. It’s boring to be here. And the police don’t know when to investigate again, so it’s better to leave. They? Let’s cook and eat by themselves. Humph, let them make trouble.

Gradually in the afternoon, when I arrived at the Internet cafe, I felt a little cold. I quickly walked in and a warm breeze blew towards me. I couldn't help but feel happy.

Xiaoxiao and Mifeng are there, and there is an old man with a red face. On the first day of the Lunar New Year, the Internet cafes are quite full, and I can't help but sigh at the emptiness of life now. I remember how rich and colorful my life was when I was young. Now I can't do anything except surf the Internet. Damn, boring.

Xiaoxiao was very happy to see me and joked: "How did you drink with my friends last night? Didn't you go out crazy?"

I laughed as usual: "More than that, I also found a top beauty to sleep all night." Xiaoxiao knew that I was talking nonsense: "Come on, you, there is no machine down there. I have a machine in my room, you go up and play."

I was just a person who was unhappy to talk to others, so I responded. I smiled and nodded to the old man and Mi Feng and ran upstairs directly.

Actually, I can play at home, but it is still safer here. There is no harassment from women. After playing for a while, I feel bored. I left the computer desk, fell on the bed, and my body leaned back with inertia and collapsed on the bed. A strong sense of sleepiness hit my nerves instantly. I slowly took out my phone, turned off my phone, and closed my eyes.

I didn’t know what I did with the Japanese woman last night. I had drunk alcohol and didn’t sleep well. Today I walked another journey. I was really tired.

When I woke up, Xiaoxiao shook me: "Get up, I'm having a meal." I looked at the time displayed on the computer: "Damn, it's so late, forget it, I'd better go home and eat."

"Oh, why are there still be beautiful women hidden in your house? Are you reluctant to let it go? Or are you embarrassed?" He twitched his waist and pouted, looking like a playful little woman.

OK OK OK OK OK I was speechless. I got up, shook my head, and looked in the mirror again. As I walked down, Xiaoxiao climbed on my shoulder behind: "Don't you have to go home and call your beauty?"

I shrugged indifferently: "Come on, eat. By the way, who is that old man? I haven't seen it before."

"A uncle brought by my brother, I heard that the class is amazing." Awesome, the old one is amazing.

Since I first came, Mi Feng looked at me with some confusion and curiosity. At first I thought it was because of his absence, but I knew he was not the kind of person who was pretending to behave, so I was still looking at me like that. Is there something else?

As if I didn't see it, I simply greeted Me Feng and the old man and sat down. Me Feng said a few casually to me, and the doubts and curiosity in my eyes became stronger. My surprise became stronger. Sure enough, something happened.

The old man looked at me with a smile from beginning to end. When he saw me in the table, he laughed loudly and said, "Young man, where are you from?"

I don’t know why I’m very sensitive to other people asking me this question. I gently took out the chopsticks from my mouth: “I’m from the earth. Old man, I don’t look like a local person when I hear your accent.”

The old man didn't say anything, and was still in the same position. However, he stopped asking me, just said a few words casually, and said a few more words to him and the others. When he drank wine on his own, his red face became more energetic. My eyes couldn't help but look at a glass container with about 5 ordinary wine bottles on the table. A small snake plate with flowers and rookie was in the middle of the water. There were many Chinese medicines below. The overall container was a kind of emerald green that ordinary medicinal wine did not have. If it weren't for the rich aroma of wine that opened the lid, I would really subconsciously think how powerful the things in it were.

Suddenly, I remembered a familiar word for non-tea: African Death. The name the doctor said that night.
Chapter completed!