Zhong Ping waited and waited until the delivery person finally arrived, and he quickly put the lunch boxes on the bedside table.
I don’t know whether K’s eyes are open or closed, and his lips are still moving slightly. He doesn’t know whether he is mumbling something in his sleep or giving him some order. Zhong Ping stared at it for a long time and decided to put his ear to K’s mouth and listened.
After a few seconds, I could only hear the vague words "Dan Dan", and K woke up and stared back with some confusion: "What are you doing?"
"What is Dandan?" Zhong Ping asked.
"My sister."
For Zhong Ping, who was not expecting any reply, the answer came too suddenly. He was stunned for a while before he could organize his words and continue to ask: "How old are you?"
K's eyes turned to the side when he saw the familiar dishes and then turned back: "I want to eat roast chicken. Please help me buy one from the deli downstairs."
"Uh...this...your injury..." Zhong Ping felt that no matter whether he was sick or injured, he would heal faster if he ate bran-fed vegetables. However, K was a carnivore like him, which made him feel that he had eaten those green vegetables and radish for several days.
The mind is also balanced.
"I have money in my wallet. I'll pay you when you come back."
K's words made Zhong Ping feel like a mother-in-law who abused her daughter-in-law, so she had no choice but to go downstairs to buy K the roasted chicken he wanted.
As soon as Zhong Ping wanted to improve his life, he went to a first-hand store to buy meat. The boss knew him and occasionally gave him a 10% discount. Today when he went to buy chicken, the boss joked that he must have encountered something good again.
And Zhong Ping went upstairs and returned to the house with the mentality of "it's a blessing, not a curse, it's a curse that can't be avoided".
When he put the roasted chicken among the vegetarian dishes, he found a pink picture of Mao Zedong hanging on the lunch box. When he thought about who K's money was obtained by killing someone, Zhong Ping felt a chill on his back and sat down next to the bedside table.
Put the money carefully back next to the pillow.
"You don't want it? I gave it all." K asked.
Zhong Ping took the money back with trepidation, comforting himself that this was a transaction only between him and K. It was normal for K to eat and live with him and pay him some money!
Speaking of which, when K was waiting for shit at his house before, K always got the money for dinner, which was quite polite...
The two of them ate on the bedside table. K broke off a chicken thigh at the beginning and held it with his right hand. Before he even took a bite, he took the initiative and said, "I'm sorry to trouble you for the time being. I'll leave as soon as the injury heals."
Zhong Pingcheng was horrified: "It's okay, it's okay, you can keep it as long as you want..."
K laughed. Different from the sarcasm last time, it was so gentle that it made Zhong Ping feel uneasy and wanted to walk all over the room.
Zhong Ping: Could it be that this has burned out your brain?
k: The mission is finally completed. You can breathe a sigh of relief now that you are not dead.
As dinner progressed, Zhong Ping did a "brain burnout" experiment and asked a series of questions that he had asked before. As a result, his experiment was successful. K answered several questions that he had never answered before, including K's name.
.
This man who calls himself King also has a Chinese name, Xiong Weiqun. He also talked about the black market boxing business that K had before starting this business like a family chat. He was doing the kind of boxing where the banker decided the winner and he didn’t need to fight half to death.
Of course, the role and appearance also need to be done.
When Zhong Ping asked him if it was because of his sister that he wanted to kill people to make money, K was silent. This reaction made Zhong Ping extremely certain that K was a killer because of his sister.
The conversation was over, and so was the dinner. K didn’t even finish the chicken leg that he started with, because it was bought for K, and Zhong Ping didn’t eat much, so only four-fifths of the roast chicken was left. K drank the antipyretic medicine
When he lay back on the bed, he ordered Zhong Ping: "If you can still eat it, just eat the rest of the roast chicken. It won't taste right tomorrow."
Zhong Ping was completely relaxed in the peaceful conversation just now, and did not treat K as an outsider. He used the bedside table to tear off another chicken leg and put it in his mouth to chew. As he chewed, he became confused again: Why did he ask him to buy it if he didn't want to eat it?
ah……
When I picked him up, I felt like a mother-in-law who misunderstood her daughter-in-law. Maybe K didn't intend to eat the roast chicken, but bought it as a thank-you gift or apology? After all, during those days of vegetarianism, he was so greedy for meat that his mouth watered.
...No, no, is this possible...
As he chewed, he glanced at K, his mind filled with questions. However, he quickly recalled the question of roasted chicken to the conversation he had just had with K, thought of K's sister, and then thought of K's name. He had said it all, and it couldn't be anymore.
The pseudonym was Xiong Weiqun? So he asked K in the bed: "Can I call you Weiqun? I mean... K is not a good name..."
K nodded cheerfully with his eyes half open. Zhong Ping felt that K was indeed burned out.
The next day, K's fever subsided to a low fever, and he insisted on getting down to the ground and doing some random activities in the house.
In the next few days, not only did K's fever subside, but his wounds were also much better. More importantly! In these few days, K was not at all as ruthless as he was when he first met Zhong Ping. In Zhong Ping's words,
If Xiong Weiqun wasn't a killer, maybe they would become good friends.
K would make some little jokes. The first time he pointed at the exposed corner of Zhong Ping's shirt and said, "Your pants are vomiting." This made Zhong Ping suspect that it had been too windy for the past two days and he had lost his ears.
K is still a person who can't sit still or loves to play. On the third day after he officially moved in, he lay in bed and ordered him to buy a pair of poker cards. He also invited Zhong Ping to play with him. Hearing that Zhong Ping didn't know how to do it, he explained it carefully and patiently.
Taught a few lessons.
K is also a good brother. When listening to him describe his twelve-year-old sister, he felt that he was both immersed in happiness and exaggerated in sadness. Zhong Ping didn’t know what happened to K’s sister, but K opened up his simple side
The wallet showed him a photo of his sister. She looked like a really good child.
Zhong Ping sincerely hopes that this change is not that K's brain was burned out, but that this person named Xiong Weiqun is like this, full of vigor and loving his family.
It would be great if he could not cause grief to other people's families. No matter how bad a person is and how deserving of death he is, there are family members who will feel sad if he dies.