After Mingming's father left, both of them fell into their own thoughts with their own thoughts.
Because Zhong Ping was afraid, he walked in a daze, and he didn't dare to look back at Xiong Weiqun who was following him. He still tried to resist being knocked unconscious and dragged away who didn't know when.
On the way home together, Xiong Weiqun also felt that he was overthinking. As long as he kept his sister safe, he didn't care what kind of chaos he got involved in! As for whether Zhong Ping was an enemy or a friend, whether he really understood or was pretending to be confused, it didn't matter to him.
Things that should come will eventually come.
After entering the house, Zhong Ping sat on the sofa and started ordering takeout as usual. After ordering takeout, he huddled on the sofa and carefully looked at Xiong Weiqun, who was sitting in the kitchen. He opened the door for the first time in a few days.
Regarding matters other than teacher work: "How about... let's talk openly and honestly?"
Xiong Weiqun remained calm: "What are you talking about?"
When Zhong Ping saw that there was a reply, he immediately said nervously: "Let's talk about it during dinner... Today I ordered a lot of things that I usually wouldn't bear to eat..."
Xiong Weiqun raised his brows and almost laughed, but he still kept his face tense. It was like this, and he was afraid that after eating this meal, he would lose the next meal, and he would no longer be able to act.
The two of them waited relatively silently until the delivery man arrived.
Zhong Ping pushed the chair, arranged the dishes in a row on the table, and placed the rice responsibly on Xiong Weiqun's side. Then he sat opposite Xiong Weiqun and picked up his chopsticks to indicate that they should eat together.
Xiong Weiqun did not take the chopsticks, but at Zhong Ping's request, he started talking while eating, and said straight to the point: "I want to go home, you come with me."
Zhong Ping put down his chopsticks silently, picked up a piece of wing and started to nibble on it. His usual habit was to eat until he was almost full before eating these boney things...
Xiong Weiqun didn't rush him and remained silent. He picked up his chopsticks and turned the boiled meat slices over.
Finally out of breath, Zhong Ping finished chewing a piece of wing. He coughed and said nervously: "Then... let's talk openly and honestly..."
Xiong Weiqun looked at him and motioned for him to continue. Zhong Ping took a deep breath and asked with this breath: "What will happen if I go with you? What will happen if I don't go with you? Life or death
You have to give me a clear result..."
When asked this question, Xiong Weiqun was also stunned. Considering everything, he told the truth: "I don't know."
"You don't even know who I should talk to..." Zhong Ping looked down in tears.
"Then are you going or not?"
"Why don't I go..." This seems to be able to delay death, hmm.
Xiong Weiqun nodded and continued to stir the boiled meat slices with chopsticks, stirring up a large piece of chili pepper.
"Then...should we contact the parents of the students - I mean that e. He gave me his contact information..."
"Contact information?" Xiong Weiqun asked simply.
Zhong Ping stuffed his mouth with different meats from several dishes, then raised one of his buttocks and took out the card that Mingming's father had given him and put it on the table.
However, he saw that there was no words on the side of the card, so he turned it over and placed it there. He saw that there were only a few letters and numbers written on it. It didn't look like a phone number or an address, let alone an online email address.
When Zhong Ping saw that it was like this, he opened his mouth wide at first, chewing so much that the messy meat almost fell out, and then he explained to Xiong Weiqun: "It's not my fault, it was like this when he gave it to me..."
Xiong Weiqun had a clear look on his face and seemed to know what the contact information was about. He said confidently: "Eat quickly and take out your computer after dinner."
Zhong Ping breathed a sigh of relief. No matter what the names of the letters and numbers were, he opened his cheeks and started to devour them. Several times, Xiong Weiqun wanted to say, "No one is going to snatch it from you." However, in extraordinary times and moments, there are still many doubts.
, he still couldn't give Zhong Ping full trust, silence was the best disguise.
He really regarded this as his last meal - recently, he always felt that eating was his last meal - Zhong Ping was so full that he almost burst into tears. He thought that boiled meat would make him die, even if he was a ghost, he would turn over all the meat slices.
After getting down to the bottom, he picked it up bit by bit, which took a lot of effort.
Then Zhong Ping brought the computer master out again, thinking it was a long-term operation, and pressed the power button while plugging in the power. As soon as the desktop came out, the computer automatically and secretly sneaked into the neighbor's wireless access network.
Following Xiong Weiqun's explanation, I opened a search engine and entered the letters and numbers on the card. When I pressed Enter, all the search results were displayed.
Xiong Weiqun shook his head when he saw the search results: "No, there are no spaces between words and numbers."
Zhong Ping carefully removed the spaces and searched again. This time Xiong Weiqun affirmed: "Open the first web page."
When Zhong Ping opened the webpage, he first saw a piece of graffiti in the middle of the webpage. Before he could take a closer look at what it was, Xiong Weiqun continued to instruct him to click on something in the lower left corner of the webpage.
Zhong Ping noticed this at first. The web page was full of pictures of handbags with messy graffiti. Xiong Weiqun also clicked his tongue, not sure whether they clicked on the wrong place or were expressing their dissatisfaction with the page.
However, he was still not allowed to observe. Xiong Weiqun continued to instruct him to click "Contact Seller", indicating that they were not in the wrong place.
A new webpage popped up with a simple white dialog box, as if they were really going to contact the seller to buy those handbags that were in terrible taste.
"We can contact you now," Xiong Weiqun said.
Zhong Ping looked at Xiong Weiqun. It didn't look like he was joking. He looked at the dialog box again and didn't know where to start. Do you want to directly ask if there is Mr. E over there?
Xiong Weiqun saw that Zhong Ping had no action, so he had no choice but to explain to advance the plot: "This is the contact information of v society. Apart from this, there is no other way to contact v society. Their contact person is in Beijing and will send the news
Posted back here. But today is also the first time I see..."
Zhong Ping didn't get the final answer, so he had to bite the bullet and type "e wants me to contact here" in the dialog box, and then sent it.
Before I could hold my breath and concentrate, the other party sent a reply: Please leave a message.
Please leave a message... Do you want to post directly on the post that you decided to go together?
Zhong Ping thought about it, if he sent the message here, even if it was someone he didn't know, it would be just a surprise at most, and it shouldn't have a terrible effect.
So he looked at Xiong Weiqun and entered in the dialog box: We decided to go see my sister together. Break the jar and press Enter to send.
The other party responded very quickly: Please leave a message.
Damn, this guy selling crappy handbags has an automatic reply?!