in the car,

Zhou Ze looked at Lao Xu kneeling on the ground in the store,

I also saw the scene where Lao Xu stabbed himself in the face with a dagger.

To be honest,

It's quite distressing.

Boss Zhou’s orientation is normal.

Although I and Xu Qinglang have been together for a long time, they still have a regular relationship;

But as the saying goes, even if it’s a man, it’s comfortable to watch a good-looking man fluttering in front of you, right?

This time,

Xu Qinglang was disfigured.

"Tsk..."

A little uncomfortable,

Zhou Ze took out a lighter and lit the cigarette whose filter was almost chewed in his mouth. He didn't smoke it, but held it between his fingertips and put his hand outside the car window.

soon,

The heavy rain made the cigarettes wet,

This cigarette,

It can no longer burn.

"Ahhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!"

screams,

Coming from the noodle shop,

pain,

Of course it hurts,

Zhou Ze's hands shook, unable to shake off the non-existent cigarette ashes. He actually didn't know the meaning of this action.

In Lao Xu’s cry,

With a sense of relief,

Like a person who has been depressed for too long,

Finally broke free from the shackles.

swallowed her,

Invited Poseidon,

This is the plan......

Zhou Ze turned on the wiper,

I watched the wipers keep wiping away the rainwater on the car window, but in the next second, water droplets instantly covered it again, and it started again and again, never stopping under the heavy rain.

"Do you want to seal part of Poseidon in your body?"

Zhou Ze was thinking,

He had to think,

Zhou Ze knew how much Lao Xu loved his face.

When he was a child, he was bullied and ridiculed because of his face. Even when he grew up, he was even harassed because of his face.

The land in my hometown was demolished and I got more than 20 apartments.

But his choice was to open a small noodle shop.

And it was a desperate move to open a bookstore together with the second-rate Xu Le’s bookstore.

Opened in this outdated commercial center that is useless.

Quite a bit...meaning of tofu Xishi.

Zhou Ze has always felt that men like his face, and it is actually normal for men to like to "prune" themselves.

Many men like to use "raunchy" to flaunt themselves,

People like Einstein, Short, Big, Tight, etc. are often cited as examples.

But he doesn't even look to see if he has the kind of inner strength that others can completely explode out of.

"well."

Sighed,

Talking to himself:

"Old Xu,

It’s disfigured.”

As if to say,

My most beautiful porcelain is cracked,

Feeling distressed.

“Heaven and earth are infinite, Xuanxin is righteous;

My body is a prison, my heart is a lock, my soul is a prison,

seal up,

live,

bundle,

Certainly!"

in a pool of blood,

Xu Qinglang spread out his fingers, dipped them in his own blood, and began to draw talismans with blood around him while drinking the spell.

the whole scene,

It looks a little bloody and dazzling,

A man who is charming to the core,

A man who can inspire the protective desire of men and women with just one glance,

He knelt in a pool of blood,

his chest, his face,

The blood keeps flowing;

But in his eyes,

But full of peace,

As if wasted,

Not myself at all,

but one piece,

tool.

Zhou Ze remembered that he had treated a veteran before. That veteran was a real veteran, not a fabrication made up by the current self-media era. After the war, the veteran did not become an official, but went home to farm.

This kind,

That’s thirty years;

When he is too old to farm, he will go to the Martyrs Cemetery to guard the tombs of his former comrades, those he knows and those he does not know, and those who may have stirred the spoon in the pot back then.

This will last another twenty years.

One rainy morning, while sweeping the floor, he fell and broke his leg.

Zhou Ze remembered that when he was treating him and preparing to comfort him according to his past habits,

On the contrary, I was comforted by the old man.

The old man was still thinking seriously. At his age and with a broken leg, what else can he do next?

Later, during the ward rounds, the old man talked to Zhou Ze. He said that people who really walked off the battlefield actually cherished their lives, but their cherishing their lives was different from other people's.

They can calculate,

For example, I lost a hand, where I was shot, how I was injured, how much food I ate at noon today,

Calculating and calculating,
To be continued...