Zhong Ping took a good bath, but when he woke up his skin was wrinkled. The underwater heater was still turning bubbles from time to time to soothe the water that was almost completely cold.
He looked around. The aromatherapy lamp that he had just lit had been turned off completely at some point. Panda pajamas and bath towels were hanging on the hangers not far away. In the pocket of his pajamas was Xiong Weiqun's revolver. The scene was quite strange.
It seemed like there was a panda standing at the clothes rack covered with a bath towel, holding a gun in one hand and about to draw the gun and hit it on the head.
As soon as he moved, he felt that in addition to wrinkles, his whole body was weak. He thought that falling asleep in the bathtub was really not a good choice, and Qi didn't come to wake him up. Ah, what time is it? Did he even have dinner?
Not there yet?
He stood up from the bathtub and stretched his muscles. He felt that the air in the room was as hot as a dog day. After soaking in the bath for an unknown length of time, he felt that his symptoms were not a cold, but heat stroke.
After opening the door to get some air, he wiped his body with a bath towel, put on the panda one-piece pajamas he had promised, rubbed his eyes, and put the panda hat on his head.
Touching the gun in his pocket, he somehow felt relieved and walked out of the bathroom. As soon as he stepped out the door, he met someone walking this way in the corridor, and he was startled.
Or did the other party calm down his frightened mood first? Seeing him dressed like this, he asked: "Young Master, do you want the rice to be heated up?"
"Ah?" Zhong Ping opened his mouth and didn't know what to reply.
However, Zhong Jiaqi soon heard the noise, poked his head out of the room at the other end of the corridor, and shouted from a distance: "Put the heated ones aside, and just make something new and send it over! By the way, it's best to have something new.
Omelette!”
Zhong Ping watched the maid in front of him half-open his mouth, looking at his brother and then at himself. He silently added to the confusion: "Don't make a new one, just go and bring over the hot one."
The maid didn't know which panda she listened to, so she nodded sharply, turned her head and walked away in a hurry.
Zhong Jiaqi waved to Zhong Ping, and Zhong Ping Panda walked over obediently and was pulled into Zhong Jiaqi's room. Then they both sat down on the waiting chairs by the door. Zhong Jiaqi held Zhong Ping in his arms.
Without letting go of his hand, he asked him if he had finished taking a shower.
Zhong Ping told the truth that his bones were about to turn into rubber sticks and blamed him for not waking him up.
Zhong Jiaqi admitted his mistake and apologized without any sincerity. The conversation turned to the details of the recent problem in the library that Uncle Lei had just told him.
He was interrupted by Zhong Ping before he was halfway through the sentence: "You have to listen to me first. Let's move the Qingtian Kindergarten's library to another place. I will be too worried about the children..."
"...I'm talking about the problem of Qingtian Kindergarten..."
"No!" Zhong Ping yelled to himself, "I haven't asked Sister Ma for leave for the part I haven't gone to in the past two days!" Then he immediately reacted and groaned: "It seems that I can't go back to teaching in the near future.
I have to resign..."
Zhong Jiaqi watched helplessly as his brother performed a dramatic change of expression, and finally asked him in frustration if there was a mobile phone in the clothes he brought for washing. The answer was obviously no.
Regardless of Zhong Jiaqi's intention to communicate about business, Zhong Ping borrowed his younger brother's cell phone and called the kindergarten's landline number from memory. Just as he imagined, the call was answered by the childcare worker who was left on duty in the kindergarten.
He continued to tell the nursery nurse with a frustrated look that he and Xiong Weiqun were resigning together, and asked her to seize the opportunity tomorrow to tell Sister Ma or the principal. Nursery A even chatted with him for a while and asked him why he was resigning. Sure enough, it was because
This kindergarten is about to die, so they are changing jobs collectively?
After making the call, Zhong Jiaqi put away the phone, took a deep breath and continued to talk to Zhong Ping about this kindergarten. Zhong Ping just didn't miss that it was related to his own kindergarten, and listened carefully to what Zhong Jiaqi said.
When he heard that a lot less things were stolen in that warehouse, he didn't know whether he should be sad that his goods were stolen or happy that the fewer weapons and stuff in the kindergarten, the better.
Zhong Jiaqi also analyzed the staffing at the time in detail, and finally concluded: "The most suspicious thing is that K."
Zhong Ping naturally retorted: "It's impossible! He was injured and is recovering in the hospital here. Besides, Dandan is about to undergo surgery. It's even more impossible to say that he ran back and stole a few weapons..."
"By the way," when Zhong Jiaqi heard Zhong Ping mention this person, he immediately put on an expression that showed constipation every day, "I heard that you were in close contact with K before I came back? I didn't mention it before, but now
Your identity is different, so stay away from him from now on."
Zhong Ping seriously considered this suggestion, then shook his head and said no: "I told you to wait until Dandan recovers from the operation before stopping. Oops, I have to go back to see him tomorrow... No.
I ran home from the hospital to live..." As he said this, he felt a little worried about Xiong Weiqun. On the one hand, he was afraid that he would not be able to bear the atmosphere of the hospital and go back to live in the cathouse. On the other hand, he felt that he was enjoying capitalism in a house with a maid.
A bit untrue.
Then the maid knocked on the door, and the Zhong family all answered the door. Then the maid said that the food was ready and told them to go to the first floor to eat.
Zhong Ping followed his younger brother downstairs obediently, scorning himself as he walked. Look, the word "dining" is so capitalist. When he got to the restaurant on the first floor, he took another look and saw that what was on the table was neither Chinese nor foreign.
Omelet rice, with red oil on the side and no mixed vegetables. Whatever it is, capitalism!
But as soon as he started eating, Zhong Ping completely forgot about the difference between communism and capitalism. Isn't it just a plate of shredded bamboo shoots with red oil? It's so damn delicious.
Zhong Jiaqi finally figured it out this time. The two of them had been separated for such a long time, and there had been almost no major changes. Except for this, it took many years to develop a habit-eating.
While he was slowly digging out rice with a spoon in a capitalist manner, he was watching Zhong Ping's starving eating appearance, and he was filled with emotions. Even so, his brother's status in his heart would not change!
Halfway through the sigh, Zhong Ping finished his portion of the meal, chewing shredded bamboo shoots while staring at Zhong Jiaqi's slow-moving spoon. Zhong Jiaqi was so excited that he pushed the remaining half of his plate in front of Zhong Ping.
Zhong Ping took it even more excitedly and continued his devouring work.
After eating and drinking, the two returned to Zhong Jiaqi's room. Compared to Zhong Jiaqi's own room, Zhong Ping missed the house they lived in together when they were children. He actually liked the wooden bunk bed.
Zhong Jiaqi pointed out that the two of them were not suitable for that kind of short bed. Zhong Ping curled his lips and said, "I know that too." Then he gave up the idea of going to that room to spend the night and lay down on Zhong Jiaqi's big bed.
What a big bed... Zhong Ping felt uncomfortable all over, probably because his bones were broken after living in a small bed for so long.
The two of them were lying on the bed side by side. Zhong Ping asked many questions about his brother's overseas trip. Zhong Jiaqi first recounted a few things that happened at Bexley in London, saying that this was his second trip abroad.
This is the place where I lived for five months.
Zhong Ping often spoke to the children, telling stories about rabbits, dogs, bears, and crocodiles. But he was not very good at listening to stories, and he ended up in a state of blindness and drooling. Zhong Jiaqi had no choice but to help Zhong Ping.
When I closed my eyes, I thought there was a corpse lying next to me.
By the way, the next morning, Xiong Weiqun went to bed early and woke up early. He sat up and touched the wound under the quilt. He was happy to find that the wound that had not healed for a long time had scabbed over it.
Before he could get out of bed and take a walk, he heard regular vibrating sounds coming from the bedside table.
Phone? Whose... With doubts, he opened the bedside table, took out Zhong Ping's bag and dumped it upside down. He saw that Zhong Ping's cell phone was vibrating tirelessly.
Originally he wanted to hang up and shut down the phone for him, but when he saw Sister Ma written on the caller ID, Xiong Weiqun hesitated, thinking that he was also from the kindergarten and could help him if he had anything to say, so he regretted picking up the phone for a long time.
Got the phone call.
As soon as the call was connected, there was an explosion: "You can do it, Zhong Ping! You don't answer the phone?! Don't come to work? You told Xiao Zhang that you want to resign!? You resign when you say you resign? What about my old face?
Where to put it? Who do you put the interests of the kindergarten in? By the way! And who is Xiong Weiqun? Just wait! I will call him in a moment! What do you two want to do when you sing together? I will find out for you right away.
clear!"
After saying this in a hurry, Sister Ma hung up Zhong Ping's phone. Xiong Weiqun looked pale and saw that his phone also lit up. Now he felt a little bit more sympathetic to Zhong Ping's experience.
The call went through, but it was uncomfortable not to answer it. So he silently pressed the answer button and placed the phone thirty centimeters away from his ear. The voice inside naturally burst out and reached his ears smoothly:
"You two are in the same place!? I must have guessed right! The background sounds are the same! It's okay if he doesn't say anything! Come and tell me why you came to work! Why you quit so soon! You young people! It's not me.
Talk about you! You have no perseverance at all! When you encounter a little setback..."
Xiong Weiqun watched the child in the bed next to him get up, rubbing his eyes and screaming that he wanted to go to the toilet. The whole room was filled with the fishy smell of preserved egg porridge, and more than half of the people were struggling with breakfast. His own stomach also made a small gurgling sound.
.
The nurse came to check the ward and informed everyone that someone had a certain sling bottle to be injected, that someone couldn't eat breakfast and had to have a blood test, and that someone had to take care of an extra person and had to leave immediately.
After all the noise, Sister Ma's call finally ended: "...Now you know? It's really not easy for us! You have to be considerate and considerate of us! Anyway, I resigned, so I won't blame you here.
…”
Seeing that the little boy continued to rub his eyes after going to the toilet on the way back, Xiong Weiqun was also curious whether the "no blame" was a sarcastic expression...