When Uncle Lei called, Zhong Ping already felt like he was covered in holes. The new hole and the old hole merged, and he was turned into mud beaten by the heavy rain.
Uncle Lei's call really made him feel relieved, but seeing his father's expression getting more and more serious instead of breathing a sigh of relief at all, Zhong Ping stopped thinking about whether something had happened to Uncle Lei again.
?If something happened, it would be his fault to some extent...
The phone call was either long or short. Just when Zhong Ping was thinking about it, Zhong Fuyu put the phone down, and Zhong Ping quickly asked: "How is it?"
"They are still here," Zhong Fuyu said in a more affirmative tone than before, "waiting here to save me."
Zhong Ping heard on the phone call just now that his father asked Uncle Lei and the others to go back first, but seeing how serious he was, it was possible that Uncle Lei did not agree to go back, and even said something like "I must see the master safe."
The real situation was more tragic than Zhong Ping imagined. In the end, Uncle Lei said heroically that it was okay to go back, and asked everyone accompanying him to go back. Then he stayed here by himself, and he must see that the master is safe...
To a certain extent, Zhong Fuyu has nothing to do with his housekeeper for many years.
The father and son remained speechless for a while, until after a while, Yang Yuwen came over and rang the bell, Zhong Fuyu opened the door for him, and Yang Yuwen invited the two of them to go to the dining room to eat.
Zhong Ping's eyes suddenly lit up. Although he had eaten a lot of salted fish and the like on the way, it felt like it had been a long time ago. The mention of this meal made him hungry again.
So he followed his father out of the door with a little joy. As Yang Yuwen walked a short distance into the passage where the sensor lights were on, they turned to the left, and what appeared in front of them was an open door.
Door.
The door is no different from the room they were in just now, but the content inside is very different. To say that it is very different, it is just the difference between the living room and the dining room. A round table for eating has been set up, and the chairs around the round table.
There are steaming dishes on the table, there is a small cabinet next to it that may be able to take out dishes, chopsticks, cups and basins, and there is a ventilation fan that is already making a slight sound. This is a standard restaurant.
Mr. Yang had been waiting there for a long time. After arranging for the Zhong family and his son to be seated, Yang Yuwen sat next to his father. Some expressionlessly held a bottle of red wine, hastily removed the cork from the mouth of the bottle, and gave it to each of them separately.
The guest and his family poured some into the cup, as if he was getting a bottle worth fifteen yuan, which was a tragedy.
Zhong Fuyu didn't mention his lack of courtesy, but picked up the cup and paid tribute to his old friend for many years: "Looking at your appearance now, you don't have the same vigor as before. Maybe it's because of your age.
Yes, as time goes by, the edges and corners of everyone have been polished away. Raise your glass, take a sip, and thank you for letting me live here for such a long time."
Yang Haijie raised his glass and touched it lightly with Zhong Fuyu's. Feeling a little moved by those words that transcended the times, he said with a little gratitude: "You will always be my good third brother." Then he picked up the glass and drank it.
Drink it all.
Zhong Fuyu also took a sip and continued to persuade: "The purpose of today is not to get drunk, but to connect with each other. We still have a long time. Are we going to talk about family affairs during this meal? After all, now
The situation is not that relaxed either…”
"Let's join forces, we must join forces this time." Yang Haijie said immediately.
Yang Yuwen sneered and picked up the wine bottle to refill his father's drink: Their generation just talked about "joining forces", and their previous generation wanted to talk about "joining forces" again? I don't know why, and I don't know what kind of thing it is.
God willing, he just felt very irritable.
Zhong Ping continued to be his little transparent, looking at a plate of strange mesh-like things and struggled for a long time. What kind of product is this? Is it fried to eat the fat sea? Is fried fat sea really edible? Why?
Things look so weird here...
After struggling for a long time, he finally decided that since it can be served as a dish, then everything inside must be edible! Even if there may be inedible side dishes! Those fat seas there are finally edible! So he
He took a little bit and put it on his plate, took a deep breath, put the fat sea into his mouth and chewed it a few times quickly.
First reaction: This seems to be growing mushrooms. How strange that Pang Dahai is actually a mushroom.
Second reaction: Damn it’s so salty, this is the same salt seller who beat the salted fish to death!
Zhong Ping took a big sip of wine in a panic, wondering if it was really inedible? Then Yang Yuwen took the wine bottle and offered him more wine. He was about to say no, then he turned to Yang Yuwen.
Yuwen's gaze was really not a good one, and he immediately pushed back Zhong Ping's words. Then Yang Yuwen said with a don't-mess with-me look: "I'm sorry, this bamboo fungus is a bit salty.
They were supposed to be making soup, I'll talk about them later."
Listening to Yang Yuwen's explanation and looking at Yang Yuwen's eyes, Zhong Ping felt as if he was about to be taken to the kitchen and fried into salted fish.
After this meal, Zhong Ping never tried the plate of mushrooms that looked like a fat sea again. The other dishes were pretty normal. Regardless of Yang Yuwen's look just now, this really made him feel a big stone fall.
Comfortably tight.
The older generation only talked about cooperation for a few words at the beginning. After that, Mr. Yang led the dinner to focus on decades of brotherhood. By the end of the dinner, they were drunk and passed out. Wine and liquor were mixed together.
, normal people would be drunk. After the dinner, it was Yang Yuwen who helped Mr. Yang up, said sorry, and we left first.
Zhong Fuyu nodded and left first. Zhong Ping looked at his friend, who was a little excited, and his face looked more rosy and energetic. Zhong Ping wanted to imitate Yang Yuwen and help his friend back to the room, but it was a pity.
Was rejected outright.
After that, Zhong Fuyu took the lead and walked through the corridor back to the room they came out of in the first place.
After Zhong Pingan's father lay down, he realized that this room was completely prepared for one person to live alone, and the bed was obviously a single bed. So where should he go now? If he lived here, he wouldn't be in this room.
A floor berth in the corridor? And there are so many rooms in the corridor, there will always be a guest room or something that can be arranged for him?
So after watching his father fall asleep, he quietly left the room and closed the door. Hearing the metallic sound of the door closing, he regretted coming out alone.
There was no one in the very modern corridors here, and the doors in these branch corridors all had faces that told people they were far away. He didn't know which door to knock on and ask...
Otherwise, go back to the dining room just now? Just bet there are still people there to clean up the dishes! With this thought, he returned to the main corridor according to his memory, walked to the same place and turned left. It was not like when he first arrived.
The door here was open, and the door here looked the same...but he still knocked on the door.
The knock on the door was not loud. He noticed that there was something like a doorbell embedded on the door, so he rang the doorbell again and heard a voice: "What are you doing?"
The sound was extremely clear, so clear that it didn't look like it was coming from a walkie-talkie. Zhong Ping stared at the doorbell with all his strength, trying to practice the same skills as his brother and his father, and punch a hole in the doorbell.
Come, I heard that voice speak again: "Zhong Ping, what are you doing?"
Only then did he realize that the sound was indeed not coming from the door or the intercom, but from the darkness deep in the corridor... This really shocked him. The lights here seemed to be infrared sensors.
There are lights wherever there are people, but why can't he see anything from the place where the sound comes from? Or maybe the place where the sound comes from is completely dark...
But the color of the wall was not very dark. Soon Zhong Ping's eyes got used to the appearance there. Through the reflection, he saw that there was indeed a figure standing there. When he looked carefully, the figure walked towards him a little impatiently.
He came over, causing him to take a step back reflexively, and then he saw Yang Yuwen walking out of the shadows, with a cigarette in his mouth.
"You...what are you doing here?" Zhong Ping was so excited that he threw the question back unchanged.
Yang Yuwen chewed a cigarette between his upper and lower teeth and spoke through his teeth: "You are knocking on the door of my house. What do you think I am doing here?"
"Isn't this the dining room..." Zhong Ping sneered.
"Aren't you full?" Yang Yuwen continued to ask through gritted teeth.
"No, no, I'm here to find you..." Zhong Ping said hurriedly and illogically.
Yang Yuwen did not find fault in his logic, but planned to make a quick decision and continued to ask: "Why are you looking for me? Are you hungry because you haven't eaten enough?"
Zhong Ping didn't mind that his foodie nature was discovered, but... he was indeed not hungry now. He came to see someone for another reason: "I... I just wanted to ask if there is another room.
It seems my dad’s room can’t fit in.”
Yang Yuwen showed an expression of realization: "What a poor reception. I will prepare a room for you right away." After saying that, he scratched a card in the groove under the doorbell, and the door opened immediately. Yang
Yuwen also walked in.
Zhong Ping followed him in without the owner's permission. Yang Yuwen just glanced at him and walked to the wall without saying anything. The row of buttons on the wall were the same as those Zhong Ping had seen in Zhong Fuyu's room.
The rows were almost identical, and then Yang Yuwen pressed one of the buttons, and then stood there watching Zhong Ping poke it there, relatively speechless.
Zhong Ping is indeed the kind of person who can't stand this kind of atmosphere. He couldn't help but find something to say during the short period of time when people came over: "Your cigarette doesn't smell very much, and there's no smoke..."