In the misty rain, Tang Wei stepped into the stagnant water. The heavy rain soaked his brand-name suit. He simply took off his coat and rolled it in his wrist. He lowered his head and ran away from the building quickly.
When passing by the extinguished musical fountain, he couldn't help but look up at the towering point of the building behind him. As if he was reminded of some kind of 'looking down' gaze, he shuddered, lowered his head and quickened his pace.
Walking outside Runde Building is the Garden Plaza, and next to the square is the commercial street. However, it is still less than six o'clock, and there are only sporadic breakfast openings. Due to the heavy rain, the cleaners sweeping the streets are nowhere to be seen, and the streets and alleys are full of people.
It was the cold and sad rain that reflected the white light that had been laid earlier. Occasionally, I could hear the sirens of several fire trucks passing by. Then I fell into silence with only the sound of rain, as if I could hear the raindrops from all over the world hitting the world.
On the lawn.
Tang Wei walked in the rain and walked to the door of a shop with the name "Li's Steamed Bun Shop". The iron steamer opened by the proprietress in a white apron overflowed with hot steam, and when he glanced over it was filled with freshly baked meat.
Steamed buns, the ones with leeks on the top are fresh meat buns, the ones with minced pork meat are left on the barbecued pork buns, there are also sugar buns and beef buns.
The business of the shop has not officially started yet, as can be seen from the forest of chairs inside with their legs turned upside down on the table. However, there was a customer who got up early and occupied a table near the door of the shop.
Eating with a drawer of steamed buns and a bowl of soy milk with great concentration.
Tang Wei walked over and sat down together at the shared table. The man didn't mind it either. He was wearing a T-shirt, shorts, and slippers. He looked like a handsome young man. He must have stayed up all night at an Internet cafe and came out to get something to eat.
However, even the mobile phone base stations were down for several hours after the earthquake. Can Internet cafes still operate normally at this time?
Tang Wei didn't know and didn't care. He was now in a very hungry state. He waited silently for the boss's wife to bring the steamed buns and porridge to him.
I wanted to burn my mouth, but when I saw Tang Wei's throat squirming and gulping, he emptied half of the bowl of porridge, I didn't know what to say, so I shook my head and went to do my own thing.
There was a drawer full of steamed buns, no matter what the fillings were. Tang Wei started stuffing them into his mouth. He was so hungry. After drinking that glass of colorful wine, his whole body felt as if something had stolen his weight.
Every cell was suffering from malnutrition, and now he only wanted to fill his stomach to get over this hunger.
Is it painful? Of course it is painful. If nothing happens, Tang Wei will have to feel this kind of pain regularly in the future. This is the path he chose. No matter how painful it is, he has to finish it because he is not taking this path for his own benefit.
Prosperity and wealth are for something more important than any bullshit.
One after another, he stuffed buns into his mouth, biting half of them in one bite, and then swallowing them directly. Tang Wei gnawed on the buns with his head down, his mind was full of confusion, and white steam was rising all over his body. The boss's wife not far away saw him.
Looking at his appearance, he murmured that young people are so angry nowadays! Who would have thought that what caused his appearance was the blood that was purified by the poison flowing in his blood vessels? Every time it circulates and pumps in his heart, he
The more depressed I feel, the faster I eat buns.
After finishing one drawer, another one came. Tang Wei's appetite was very good. He had never felt better. There were four fist-sized buns in one drawer. In the blink of an eye, he had finished the second drawer. The landlady brought two more drawers.
Marveling at how much young people can eat now, Tang Wei really wanted to thank the landlady for her understanding and went straight to the two drawers, but he didn't expect that the guests sharing the table across the table took away one of the drawers. Only then did he realize that he was not the only one who could eat on the table.
A customer opposite had already stacked four or five small steamers.
Tang Wei couldn't help but take another look at this guest who was at least five or six years younger than him. He was a boy. He was so handsome that he felt a little ashamed of himself, but it didn't matter! His third young master had always adopted a mature and elite style, and this look from the other side was a classic.
Modern idol style, different styles don’t need to be compared together, each has its own handsome style!
But if this idol-style boy eats so much, he will collapse if a female fan sees it? At the same time, he has not eaten half of the new drawer of buns, and the person opposite has already reached for the last one. What kind of street is this?
Big eater?
But there was a tacit understanding. Tang Wei did not speak to each other or talk about each other. Both of them were eating breakfast in silence at the front and back of the table. One steamer basket after another was emptied. The landlady ran away repeatedly as if she had seen a ghost, until finally
He said helplessly: It’s sold out. This endless steamed bun war is over.
They had eaten all the buns in the entire bun shop. If they wanted to eat more, they had to steam them and wait for a long time...
Tang Wei finally managed to hold on, leaving the last drawer of buns in front of him untouched. He sat there and burped. The guest at the opposite table stood up. He was about to give a thumbs up to show that he could eat quickly.
When he caught up with me, before I could say anything, I saw the other party carrying a bowl to the iron bucket for porridge.
While Tang Wei was sitting there consuming his food, he watched helplessly as this buddy finished making the buns from the bun shop all morning with him, and then continued to show off the porridge they had made earlier, pouring bowl after bowl into his stomach.
After finishing the bucket of 'peanut pulp porridge', I moved on to the next bucket of 'mung bean porridge'
The landlady and Tang Wei were amazed when they saw that. The landlady said that the store didn’t need to open this morning, and you two would cover my sales. After saying that, she stood in front of the store, probably because she was afraid that Tang Wei and these people
If a guest doesn't respect his martial ethics, he'll run away after eating.
Tang Wei just sat there and watched the young boy drink porridge, because he was really curious about how much the other party could eat, and the other party didn't care about his curiosity or the praise of the landlady at all. He just ate alone, eating so well.
Calling someone relish doesn't sound like eating to death.
In the end, the mung bean porridge was finished, and half of the kimchi served with the porridge in the store was eaten. The landlady asked the customer if he wanted to pack up half of the remaining kimchi and take it away. The customer finally spoke, but declined politely.
It’s because eating too much kimchi can easily lead to cancer. It’s quite healthy! The question is, can people who are healthy eat so much in one meal? They won’t be afraid of gastric perforation!
What the landlady was most worried about did not happen in the end, and the customer was ready to pay. After all, this was eating at a breakfast shop, not a big meal at "Yangquan Restaurant" or "Lijing Hotel". The total amount of steamed buns and porridge for the whole morning was only
It cost about two to three hundred yuan. But before the guest could take out the money, Tang Wei waved his hand and said, I’ll treat you to this meal. I’ve never seen someone who can eat like this in my life. It’s an eye-opener.
After the money was paid, the landlady happily went to clean up and wash the dishes. Tang Wei and the guest were left sitting at the table near the door looking at the rainy garden square outside. The two of them didn't say much, probably just eating.
It wasn't until later that Tang Wei couldn't hold it any longer and asked, "Brother, how can you be so good at eating? You are a reincarnation of a loser!"
The customer simply replied that professional athletes have special ways of digesting food. Their stomach pouches are naturally several times larger than other people's and can hold a lot more things. Gastric acid secretion is also much faster, so they digest while eating.
Tang Wei was temporarily convinced by this reason. Because he had read little, he thought the explanation was very scientific, but in fact it was quite scientific, so he didn't ask any more questions. However, the guest looked him up and down because of his talk.
After looking at his face emphatically for a while, he nodded with understanding, and then asked Tang Wei if he wanted to eat the remaining steamed buns. If not, don't waste them.
"I have to take it back and leave it for my father. He can only eat liquid food in the hospital, so I was thinking about tearing the bun into pieces and putting it in the porridge for him to drink." Tang Wei shook his head and said.
"Is your father hospitalized? What disease does he have?" the guest asked after hearing this.
"It's not an illness, it's a car accident." Tang Wei looked at the dark and heavy rain outside the store, "What happened half a year ago was quite unlucky. I was hit while walking at a zebra crossing at a traffic light. I heard that the other party was sentenced to drunk driving and he also lost money.
, but things still happened.”
"is it serious?"
"I received the critical illness notice so many times that I was numb until later." Tang Wei took a deep breath and took out a bag of 'Zhonghua' from his trousers and shook one out to the guest, but he was waved off.
"I heard from the doctor that there was something wrong with the internal organs and the spine was broken. He will probably be paralyzed for the rest of his life after he recovers. My father did no evil or bad things in the first half of his life. Maybe he got retribution because he raised me, an unfilial son, who brought harm to society.
Bar."
"But you don't look like an unfilial son. At least you can remember to bring breakfast to your father." The guest looked at Tang Wei.
"No matter what, it's daddy who fed me until I grew up. Hey, he pulled me up. My mother used to go south to work and left us father and son behind. He was the only one who raised me like this and worked as a worker in a factory.
For most of my life, when I became an adult, he gave his job to me and I went to keep the warehouse to support my family. He has been wasted on me for the rest of his life, so I have to be conscientious and send him away for the rest of my life, right?" Tang Wei lowered his head.
The lighter was probably out of gas for a long time and could not ignite. Suddenly, the guest reached out and snapped his fingers in front of his cigarette, causing the cigarette to ignite with a crackling sound in the air.
"What kind of magic is this?" Tang Wei was stunned for a moment.
"A little trick, you can do it if you snap your fingers fast enough." The customer said casually, "Aren't you planning to give up treatment? It's very expensive to be hospitalized like this, isn't it? Are you planning to let your father stay in the hospital for the rest of his life?"
"As long as I can still move and make money, let him continue to treat me. If the hospital can buy it, I will probably find a way to buy it." Tang Wei stood under the rain curtain in front of the store and puffed away, making his expression unclear.
, "My dad is a stubborn idiot who invested everything in me. There are two men in the family, one is stupid and the other is always awesome. I have to find ways to make him live a better life in the future."
"Can your father never be cured again?" the guest asked.
"Not necessarily." Tang Wei held a cigarette and looked at the high-rise buildings outside in the heavy rain and was silent for a long time. "After my father had a car accident, someone came to me and said he could cure my father, but he took a heretical way.
And the asking price is very high, and it’s not something money can buy.”
"Is it reliable?"
"Regardless of whether it's reliable or not, I think I'll give it a try if I have the chance. Maybe I can help my dad come out of the hospital and stand up again."
"There is always a price for side-tracking."
"So I have to step in the way for him first." Tang Wei sighed, "You can't just give up on everything."
"Then have you ever thought that your father doesn't want to see you get to that point? He's afraid that you won't be able to come back if you get stuck."
Tang Wei paused for a moment, then looked back inexplicably at the boy sitting behind the table. The boy's expression was very normal, just like he was having a normal chat. He thought for a moment, shook his head, smiled and said, "How often do you read comics at your age?"
Well, I’ve also watched a lot of cartoons, and what you said sounds very Japanese.”
The guest said nothing, just shrugged without comment.
"What the hell, I'm doing it for his own good anyway. I don't care if he forced me to do so much afterwards. No matter what, it's better than lying in bed for the rest of my life. Afterwards, he beat me up and I don't recognize my son. I don't care."
." Tang Wei waved his hand and spit into the rain, a trace of loneliness and irritability flashed in his eyes.
"He's already like that, how can it get any worse? If the sky falls, I'll just help him hold it in. If he can't hold it in, let's finish it off together. He's my father, and he said he can understand whatever I do.
Whether I want to be whipped with a belt or not is another matter. If I can let him walk out of the hospital and whip me again, it will be worth it. I was originally planning to find a stepmother for him."
"It seems that you have made up your mind, but the people you mentioned who can help you don't seem to be very kind to me."
"So what?" Tang Wei laughed in a low voice, "Brother, I can't help it. Now I am helping others when they talk about things. If they are unhappy, my father will have to die in the hospital. I am not the only one who can help others."
Is capitalism a dog? Maybe if you get used to it, it’s pretty fucked up.”
"Isn't it like this in movies? People who say they give you the last hope are actually liars and deserve to die," the guest said.
"Oh, to be honest, I always thought they had a problem, but there was no evidence. I even thought about what happened to my dad that day." Tang Wei looked up at the Twin Towers in the distance and murmured in a low voice, but stopped cautiously mid-sentence.
Shut up.
He twisted the cigarette butt in his hand and then threw it into the water and extinguished it with a 'sizzle' sound. He shook his head in frustration, "Damn, let's not talk about these things."
He walked back to the table and brought away the few steamed buns and a bowl of uneaten porridge that the landlady had packed. He looked at the guests at the table and said, "Brother, I'm going to the hospital first. I won't eat so much in the morning from now on."
Even athletes are wary of stomach problems due to eating, so be careful."
The guest looked at him and nodded, watching as he unfolded the suit hanging on his wrist, wrapped the bag of buns and porridge, rushed behind the rain curtain, and disappeared amidst the distant footsteps. At this time, the boss's wife also happened to come over.
Seeing this big eater, the boy stood up from the table and asked, "Are the guests leaving?"
"Finally, I'll buy something to take away." The boy took out a tissue and wiped his mouth.
"There are no more steamed buns. The porridge has to be re-cooked. The next round will be half an hour later. Please don't eat it if you ask me to do it. This is not how you eat if you are a big eater. We don't have any bonuses for you in our store."
The landlady thought for a while and said, "How about you come back later tomorrow morning and I'll prepare more free food for you, but I need to find someone to take photos and promote it!"
"No, I'm not buying buns anymore." The boy waved his hand and walked to the dough kneading counter and took a look at the dough-sharpening knife standing on it, "How do you sell the knife?"
"Chop knives? Kitchen knives are not for sale. Why are you buying this second-hand product? How can I do business if I buy it?" The proprietress was stunned.
"Isn't there no business this morning?"
"Hey, that's what I said, but" the landlady suddenly stopped talking, because the boy casually picked up the bright kitchen knife stained with flour on the table, and held it in his hand, which gave her an unexplainable sharp feeling.
"Forget it, sell it to me. The knife is very good. I can't use the one I have at home for the time being. I don't have time to buy a new one. I'll just buy yours." The boy took out a wad of cash from his shorts and put it in the hands of the landlady.
.
The landlady did not dare to speak because the knife was not in her hand. She could only watch the boy in a T-shirt and shorts put one hand in his pocket and the other hand with a kitchen knife, and walked out in slippers and disappeared into the heavy rain outside the store.
Walking out of the breakfast shop, in the heavy rain, Lin Nian, who was soaked and holding a kitchen knife, looked up at the flashing red high-altitude obstruction lights on the top floor of the Twin Towers. He took out his mobile phone with his hand in his pocket, dialed the number he had entered long ago, and waited until the answer
After the call, he spoke, "I'm full. Let Mandy make a call to inform the people in that building: Except for the leader, all other workers should get out. I'm going in."