There are three major happy events in life: being nominated for the Gold List, the wedding night, and meeting an old friend in a foreign land.
Qian Mo didn't know what it felt like to be nominated for the Gold List, and he didn't know what it was like to be bridal chamber when he was still in his twenties. As for meeting old friends in a foreign land, he had met them in the Middle East. Anyone from China could be considered a fellow countryman, but this 'fellow countryman'
'You still need to be careful at all times. In addition to these three happy events, Qian Mo feels that there is one more thing that can barely be regarded as a happy event in life: the day of revisiting the old place!
The same food stall is still deserted. The owner of the stall is in his forties and has the haggard appearance of a fifty-year-old. Just like last year, the torture of life has made him physically and mentally tired, but the enthusiasm for life is still there in his eyes, and he has to bear the burden.
To raise a family, and this family includes his wife and that cute little son, no matter how hard and tired he is, he still has to grit his teeth and persevere
Parking the Maybach, which looked even more low-key at night, on the side of the road, Qian Mo and Zhao Xiuli walked to a table covered in grease in the corner. There was no menu on the table, only a chopstick tube and ten items inside.
Bring a pair of chopsticks
"Boss, ten drawers of steamed buns, here are two big dishes of chili sauce." Zhao Xiuli raised his voice and shouted to the stall owner who was arranging the steamer on his stove. "Ten drawers, Zhao Xiuli is only half full."
That's all
The middle-aged boss with wrinkles looked up after hearing this. What a strong young man. The young man next to him looked extremely delicate in front of this strong man. As the owner of a small stall, he rarely had entertainment activities, so he looked at himself.
Guests become one of their daily self-entertainment projects
"Okay!" The stall owner responded with a hearty voice. These ten drawers of xiaolongbao were already a big deal for him.
It sells hot food. During May, there is only a little business at night. Nowadays, people like to go to those well-decorated places to eat. Fewer and fewer people come to these open-air street stalls. Young people feel that
Eating on the street is a shameful thing. Nowadays, most of the business is taken care of by regular customers, otherwise it would be difficult to maintain. Therefore, the stall owner pays special attention to every business.
Carrying two steaming baskets of steamed buns in front of the strong man, the stall owner smiled on his wrinkled face: "Young man, my steamed buns are delicious. Eat slowly. I'll wait for you when you finish."
Take it and leave it to cool and the taste will not be so fresh.”
Zhao Xiuli disagreed. Ten drawers of steamed dumplings were not a matter of time. If he came alone, he would definitely ignore the stall owner's kindness. However, with his hand shield beside him, it was rare for him to smile in front of a stranger.
meaning
"Well, I'm sorry to bother you." Qian Mo nodded. Although the smile on his face was very faint, Zhao Xiuli could see it clearly, and the stall owner could also feel the 'easy-going' attitude of this young man towards others.
Qian Mo remembered the appearance of the boss, but the stall owner met all kinds of people every day. He had no memory of a customer from half a year ago. Qian Mo saw the joy in his eyes when he met a good customer and sighed.
, sigh at people and things, sigh at time!
After the stall owner returned to his place and was busy with his own business, Zhao Xiuli had already devoured the steamed buns one by one. He dipped the first two buns in chili sauce, but it was really troublesome at the end. Xiao Long Bao was too much for him.
It was really too small, so I swallowed it one by one.
"Hey, Qian Mo, these buns taste really good, juicy, but a little bland, and there's too much oil." In fact, Zhao Xiuli doesn't have the unique taste of everyone when it comes to the quality of food. He just
He feels the quality of food based on things and things, and he likes to eat things that are saltier and less oily.
Qian Mo had some idea of the big man's criteria for commenting on the quality of things. Seeing him swallowing jujube, he felt a little funny: "You can also taste it when you eat it like this?"
"You don't understand this. I call this 'everyone's style'. Look, now when some people spend money like water, the outside world will say that they are generous. But when you eat, you need this 'everyone's style' to taste good." Zhao Xiuli said while
He swallowed while speaking, and his words were a bit awkward, but he could barely understand the meaning, and the drawer of xiaolongbao in front of him had been exhausted.
The reason was so far-fetched that it didn't make sense. Qian Mo smiled and shook his head. He didn't bother to make any unnecessary comments on his twisted argument. He pushed down the steamed dumplings in front of him and moved them in front of Zhao Xiuli: "You eat, I smoke."
"a cigarette"
This kind of behavior between grown men is really annoying, but when he was in the Middle East, he had added everything to the same bowl, so Qian Mo didn't care about these things.
Zhao Xiuli was not polite, nor did he ask Qian Mo if he had eaten or if he was hungry after flying for such a long time. He knew that if Qian Mo was hungry, he would not come here with him.
I really didn't feel anything after eating the food just now, but it aroused my desire to eat. While I was eating, I waved to the stall owner: "Boss, here are the buns! I'm hungry!"
It has a bit of local accent, a bit of rusticity, and a bit of naivety, but it makes people feel more friendly. The stall owner smiled and raised the spoon in his hand to indicate that he heard it.
"Qian Mo, what are we doing in Gong City this time?" He did not sit idle while eating, but chatted about the purpose of coming here. Zhao Xiuli just received Qian Mo's words to drive to Gong City.
Breaking in the new car, but he is not stupid enough to think that Qianmo will pay so much gas for him to drive it and break it in so far.
"We come here to pretend to be rich people." Qian Mo blew out a breath of smoke and turned slightly to point at the Maybach in the dark place: "Driving a luxury car to pretend to be a rich man, and make some money on the way."
Qian Mo has not mentioned the matter of the Second Master Thief to Zhao Xiuli. Qian Mo thinks that they have not yet had the time to know these things, that is, Qian Mo has his own division of labor and does not need others to coordinate the overall situation... and
Know the overall situation!
"Making money? Hey, if it was a small amount, I don't think you would come here. It seems like it's a big deal?" Zhao Xiuli's eyes flashed, and he came to Gong City with his hand shield at the risk, so this 'making money'
The number of people can't be small.
Contrary to the big man's expectation, Qian Mo shook his head and said: "This money is not that easy to earn. Now I can make whatever I can, haha, as long as it's not Kyoto, where can't I go?"
A rhetorical question, with absolute domineering and... helplessness. The domineering lies in 'you can't go anywhere', and the helpless lies in 'as long as it's not Kyoto'! Kyoto is still a completely forbidden place for Qianmo. More than half a year ago, Qianmo once
He said that he just wanted to return to Hong Kong City, but he never said that he would not set foot in Kyoto in the future! And the current boss in Kyoto does not want him to go back!
It was nearly nine o'clock at night, with a gentle breeze blowing, a bright afterglow, and the moon showing its shadow. At that deserted street vendor in Gong City, there were two people at the table without wine or wine.
Food, as long as the delicious Xiaolongbao and a cigarette in your mouth
"Qian Mo, do you think we will have the opportunity to sit together and eat steamed buns with Xiao Li and the others like today?" Suddenly, the silly smile on Zhao Xiuli's face faded, and the steamed buns in his hand were swayed back and forth in the sauce dish.
, enough to fill half of the buns
"After this, what do you mean after!" Qian Mo's smile did not fade away, but his words became lighter and the topic became heavier.
Zhao Xiuli didn't seem to feel the change in Qian Mo's tone, because he wanted to know! So he still asked: "After going to Kyoto!"
Things that need to be put on the table will be put on the table sooner or later, it's just a matter of sooner or later. After Zhao Xiuli received Qian Mo's invitation, he would continue to go through life and death for the sake of his former comradeship, and he wanted to know, Qian Mo After Mo achieves his seemingly illusory goal, will they still have the chance to sit together?
Qian Mo's eyelids drooped slightly, then opened as soon as they met: "It depends on whether you... want to continue sitting with me."
In Kyoto, Qian Mo didn't know if he could know what he wanted to know, and he didn't know if going to Kyoto would touch someone's absolute bottom line, let alone whether those people's bottom line would allow him to stand and step on it again. When they leave Kyoto and ask whether these comrades can sit together again, Qian Mo’s answer is: Do you want to continue to be with me?
Zhao Xiuli was startled after hearing this. He had to savor these words carefully. There were both things he thought about and things he didn't want to think about. Then the smile on his face still had that honest and honest smile.
"It depends on whether they want to continue to be with you. This can be up to others or yourself. It mainly depends on what you plan to do next."
When Qian Mo and the two fell silent, a light voice sounded from behind, like clear spring water, without any impurities.
"My next step is to make money, my next step is to help the HKU basketball team enter Kyoto, and my next step is to enter Kyoto myself!"
Qian Mo didn't turn around to look at this woman whose voice alone was enough to make people intoxicated. When Qian Mo turned around to look at his luxury car just now, he caught a glimpse of a million-dollar car that started with the Chinese character "京".
Qian Mo didn't look at it, but Zhao Xiuli looked up. He was wearing simple jeans and a white t-shirt with a collar. He was simple and fresh, like a girl next door, but his delicate face was suffocating, just like the porcelain Doll, no... Her delicate face is not as bright as that of a porcelain doll, but has a detachment and indifference from her peers. Her faint smile makes people addicted, but her deep-seated indifference makes people unable to get close. Her bright eyes and white teeth are astonishing to a country!
This woman is truly superior to any girl Zhao Xiuli has ever seen! After being stunned for a moment, he turned his gaze to look behind this woman. There, Zhao Xiuli narrowed his eyes. There were six bodyguards in black. Standing unabashedly by the roadside, standing quietly with quality and neat hands in front of the chest!
They announced in a high-profile manner that their master had arrived in Gong City! And their master was this woman!
"I'm going to go talk to them about life, Qianmo, hehe, I won't bother you anymore." Zhao Xiuli grinned, stuffed two more steamed buns into his mouth, and said with a somewhat slurred speech: "Hmm, this The steamed buns taste really good. If there is a next time, I will continue to sit and eat steamed buns with you!"
Zhao Xiuli stood up and left to talk about life with the six men in black who made him feel dangerous.
"Qian Mo, this is the first time we meet, why don't you invite me to sit down?" This woman's voice always had a tone that people couldn't bear to refuse, and she was only a hundred meters away from Qian Mo, and she could smell the faint smell of lily on her body.
"Please sit down, Gong Yanmeng!" Qian Mo pointed to the place where Zhao Xiuli was sitting just now, and that was opposite him.