"Join...join hands?" Zhong Ping opened his mouth for a moment. When he heard him say "shouldn't fight", he was still thinking about how to stop the fight, but he really didn't expect this method! Say it.
The person who used this method beat him up several times two days ago!
Yang Yuwen nodded and stared at Zhong Ping, waiting for him to give a positive or negative answer.
The answer is of course yes. I have never seen someone talk about taking someone as a hostage and at the same time want to join forces. This is very foul.
Zhong Ping nodded blankly, and Xiong Weiqun spoke again: "Why do you want to join forces? The reason is that simple?"
Yang Yuwen looked at Xiong Weiqun: "It's that simple."
Since the other party gave such a definite answer, Xiong Weiqun didn't ask any more questions.
Then Zhong Ping followed the wheel battle again: "Then...how to join forces?"
"Well, it's a long story." Yang Yuwen entered a state of deliberately showing off.
"Tell me about it." Xiong Weiqun followed the order of the battle.
"It's getting late, why don't you two stay overnight in a humble house today?" Yang Yuwen was not in a hurry to talk about his plan, but instead started to greet him in a normal sense.
Zhong Ping looked at Xiong Weiqun, but found that Xiong Weiqun did not set a benchmark. Instead, he had a somewhat puzzled expression on his face. So... did he say he would stay overnight or not? Is there anything wrong with not staying overnight?
The consequences...
Going deep into the enemy's heartland was not a pleasant experience originally, but now he was asked to stay here for one night... Even with Xiong Weiqun by his side, just thinking about it made him feel extremely painful!
"I...actually I have something urgent. Let's see if we can discuss it today..." Zhong Ping asked weakly.
"Urgent matter?" Yang Yuwen asked, looking at the surrounding environment, what Zhong Ping can do here...oh, that's it, "If you are talking about your Uncle Lei and the others, then don't worry, they are here, and they must achieve their goals.
Let’s go. Even if they abandon you, can I personally take you back when the matter is done?”
In fact, Zhong Ping just found a reason for himself out of thin air. Who knows what the other party could see from his out of thin air reason. When Yang Yuwen said this, he began to worry that Uncle Lei and the others would go back without him.
Upon hearing this, Xiong Weiqun reacted: "Then I will trouble you to prepare a place to stay tonight."
"Ah?" Before Zhong Ping could react, he was slapped again.
"Okay," Yang Yuwen nodded with satisfaction, "I will tell you the detailed plan during dinner."
Well, Zhong Ping will inevitably be led away by others in his life. This time when he heard someone say "during dinner", he remembered that he hadn't eaten anything all day long, and his stomach couldn't help but feel uncomfortable. Fortunately, it gave him face.
The ground didn't scream out on the spot, otherwise Zhong Ping would really have to dig into the cracks in the ground. It just so happened that there was a lot of wood in this house, and even termites liked to chew on it, so it shouldn't be stressful for people to dig in...
While Zhong Ping was wandering around, Yang Yuwen stood up and said, "This way." He suddenly came back to his senses, stood up behind Xiong Weiqun, and followed Yang Yuwen out of the room.
As soon as he left the house, Yang Ye ran to the outer stairwell and ran up the stairs with everyone watching. He turned around and lost sight of him.
Yang Yuwen turned a blind eye completely out of habit, and still took the lead to the staircase where Yang Ye ran up. He went upstairs on the same route as Yang Ye, and even the turns were in the same direction.
A row of rooms were decorated with slippery-looking wooden doors. Yang Yuwen opened a door and took the two of them in. He pointed inside and introduced: "We'll stay here tonight."
Zhong Ping followed Yang Yuwen's direction and looked over, and found that the interior was so decorated that no modern technology could be seen. Those who didn't know better thought it was also used for shooting period movies.
Then Yang Yuwen explained that he would call them before dinner and asked them to have a good rest here first, then turned around and went out.
Zhong Ping saw the door lock first... The door was not locked properly. Otherwise Yang Yuwen would not have been able to push the door in directly! What he saw was the latch that appeared behind the door after Yang Yuwen closed the door...
He played with the door latch and card slot curiously for a while, and then noticed more details: it was not that there was no high technology in this room, but that the high technology was hidden behind the surface.
For example, the painting on the wall... When he got closer, he saw that it was the standby screen of the widescreen TV built into the wall. Later, he also found the socket hidden in the decorative wood.
Zhong Ping walked around the house and saw enough of the scenery here. How much the owner of this house likes these antique things. Decorating the whole house like this really feels like a big deal that goes nowhere.
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Then he sat on the shiny wooden chair, looked to the side, and saw a wooden bed with a mantel. He didn't even miss the bed! How crazy!
Xiong Weiqun had been sitting there for a long time. When he saw Zhong Ping sitting next to him, he spoke: "Have you thought about it?"
These words brought Zhong Ping back to reality and surprised him: "What are you thinking about?"
"The cooperation at night..." Xiong Weiqun explained.
"Even if you say so... I don't know why they want to cooperate... Besides, what is the content of the cooperation? Can't we wait until dinner to find out..." Zhong Ping spoke as if he was mumbling, and then he found that "dinner" was mentioned.
", and his stomach began to growl.
"Are you hungry?" Xiong Weiqun asked.
Zhong Ping was very afraid of being asked this question. He had already considered that whenever Xiong Weiqun asked this question, he would throw it back because Xiong Weiqun had just arrived here. When he saw him before, he was in the woods and he probably never had the chance to eat.
Something... So he asked with concern: "Aren't you hungry? Didn't you eat anything today?"
"I ate when I first drove into Sichuan in the morning, but you haven't eaten anything today? Otherwise, ask them to start eating early." Xiong Weiqun recounted the facts, thinking about that O, who refused to let him drive even if he died.
, so he had time to eat something in the car.
"Have dinner early? There's no need to...look at the time," Zhong Ping took out Xiong Weiqun's mobile phone, "It should be almost night...oh...this is your mobile phone." Zhong Ping silently returned the mobile phone to Xiong Weiqun.
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I have always forgotten about this! What kind of development is this! Why is the topic span so wide!
Xiong Weiqun took the phone with a strange expression, and tried to change the topic: "I'll call them..."
"No, no, no need! I'm not that hungry!" Seeing that Xiong Weiqun was about to stand up, Zhong Ping quickly stopped him. While saying that he was "not that hungry," his stomach made a grunting sound.
Xiong Weiqun always felt that the amount of helplessness in a person's life was limited. He and Zhong Ping had too much helplessness before, and when it was time to be helpless, they were no longer helpless.
Zhong Ping said again and again not to ask someone to prepare a meal early! After all, they were living in someone else's house, and it was not like they could just pick up the phone and order a meal when they were hungry like they could at home.
As a result, Zhong Ping was hungry until it got dark. As soon as it got dark, Yang Yuwen personally knocked on the door that Zhong Ping had bolted from the inside and said that he could wash his hands and come over to eat. Zhong Ping felt that he had finally gotten through it.
, if Yang Yuwen hadn't reminded him, he would have definitely skipped the "washing hands" process.
The decoration of the bathroom made him feel even more strange. The sink looked like a basin framed by steel rings, but it turned out that the basin felt like porcelain. The floor also looked like it was made of wood, but the feeling when you stepped on it was different.
The unusual luster told him that the floor was made of ceramic tiles; what was even weirder was the toilet, which looked like it was made of wood, but it actually felt like it was made of wood, but there was a toilet flushing device inside...
It's not a good habit to study the toilet before eating. So Zhong Ping and Xiong Weiqun washed their hands together and felt stiffly under the hand dryer for a while while being blown by the hot air, and then immediately opened the door and went out.
Arriving at the lobby on the second floor that Yang Yuwen just mentioned, Zhong Ping already expressed that it was no surprise that he was trapped in a costume drama.
The four people sat around the square table, as if they were playing mahjong. Unfortunately, what was on the table was not mahjong but food.
"Don't be too formal. Sit however you feel comfortable and eat however you want. Just treat it like your own home." Yang Yuwen, as the host, spoke first.
And Zhong Ping thought to himself that your family only lives in this kind of ancient house. Your whole family lives in this kind of ancient house! Then he thought about it, and his family did live in this kind of ancient house...
Then Yang Yuwen continued to show his courtesy as a landlord: "Is the house comfortable to live in? If you feel uncomfortable in any way, just mention it and I will try my best to help you solve it."
Damn, can this decoration be burned down with a fire? Zhong Ping replied inconsistently: "It's not bad, it's not bad. Whose idea was it to decorate this house? It's so unique..."
"It's me!" Yang Ye, who had been silent just now, finally spoke up, "How about it, in style!"
Zhong Ping looked at Yang Ye and felt that it was indescribable for such a guy who looked completely foreign to say that he had the idea to decorate his home like this. By the way, that's what happened, it was so
Some foreigners have an almost fanatical obsession with Chinese culture... and this guy happens to be one of them.
Zhong Ping just kept talking about the house in a garbled way, and while talking, it was really a technical job.
Perhaps because Yang Yuwen had told him before the meal, Yang Ye was not as prickly as he was when he first saw him today. After Zhong Ping praised the decoration of the house against his will, Yang Ye's previous stiffness disappeared and he grabbed Zhong Ping.
Pingjiu kept talking.
Zhong Ping really felt that this child was easier to deal with than an adult, so he listened and ate while ignoring Yang Yuwen, and Yang Yuwen had no intention of interrupting Yang Ye.