"Young man, look at you, you are not a local, are you?"
Ma Xiaoquan nodded repeatedly and lied: "No, I came to see my brother."
The middle-aged man hummed, and then said: "But when I hear you speak Mandarin, you sound like a child here who has moved out, because the Mandarin spoken by the children here has a strong northern accent."
Ma Xiaoquan was slightly startled, and then lied again: "Although I am not from here, my hometown is here, and my parents took me out since I was a child..."
"Oh, what's your name?"
Ma Xiaoquan replied: "Ma Xiaohu..."
"Where's your brother?"
"Ma Xiaolong!"
"Ma Xiaolong..." The middle-aged man flipped through a roster and started searching along the names on the roster. After flipping through a few pages, his finger stopped at a name.
"Do you remember how tall your brother is?" the middle-aged man asked again.
"Uh~" Ma Xiaoquan's head turned rapidly, "I remember the last time I saw my brother, he looked about 1.8 meters tall..." Ma Xiaoquan blinked pretending to be uncertain, "Oh, I
I haven’t seen my brother for almost four or five years.”
"Well, how old are you?"
Ma Xiaoquan replied: "Seventeen!"
"Seventeen... You and your brother haven't seen each other for four or five years. That means your brother Ma Xiaolong is now twenty-one or two years old..." The middle-aged man picked up the pen and wrote
The name of the person on the roster was circled.
"Uncle policeman..." Ma Xiaoquan rubbed his hands, "Can I find my brother?"
In fact, Ma Xiaoquan didn't want to do this, but now that the police were in front of him, he couldn't be exposed, so he could only act like he was wrong.
The middle-aged man didn't say anything. He just raised his head and glanced at Ma Xiaoquan from time to time, as if comparing himself with something.
Ma Xiaoquan also served as a special forces soldier and was a member of the Extreme Force. Out of his professional vigilance, he judged that the Ma Xiaolong he had made up randomly might actually exist by accident, and that he might not be a good person.
Oh, or someone who has registered with the police station.
Although I feel a little upset in my heart, I can only continue with this situation.
"Okay, it's nothing~" The middle-aged man closed the register with a snap and smiled at Ma Xiaoquan, "It's getting late today, and I guess you won't be able to find your brother. Why not, you stay here for a day, just in time
I'm on duty today, so just be my companion."
Although Ma Xiaoquan wanted to refuse, he really had nowhere to go. When he saw the chopping board on the table and a lump of dough that had not yet been kneaded, he suddenly felt a little hungry.
"Okay, uncle, whatever you say is whatever you want..." Ma Xiaoquan simply put his backpack on the stool.
The middle-aged man nodded: "You haven't eaten yet, right? It just so happens that I am on duty today, and my wife has returned to her parents' house with the child, so I can only knead some noodles and eat it by myself in the office. I don't mind it. We
Let’s have a bite together.”
"It can be done, it can be done~" Ma Xiaoquan nodded repeatedly.
The middle-aged man chuckled: "You drink the hot water first, and I'll knead the dough. Wait for a while, and don't run around!"
Ma Xiaoquan nodded repeatedly.
Although the middle-aged man looked rough, he was actually very skilled in making noodles. After a while, two large bowls appeared in front of Ma Xiaoquan, each filled with noodles.
"I don't have anything to eat here. This is it. I think it's okay." The middle-aged man said, taking out a can bottle from the cabinet behind him, opening the bottle cap with a bang, and a spicy smell accompanied it.
The sour taste hits your nose.
"My wife made this sauerkraut. It doesn't smell good, but it tastes delicious. Come on, young man, don't dislike it. I'll give you some."
Before Ma Xiaoquan refused, the middle-aged man dug out a large piece of pickled cabbage with a spoon and threw it into the big bowl in front of Ma Xiaoquan. Looking at Ma Xiaoquan's surprised expression, he thought Ma Xiaoquan thought it was too little, so he dug it for Ma Xiaoquan with some reluctance.
A spoonful and stirred it with chopsticks.
"This..." Smelling the noodles with a strange smell, Ma Xiaoquan's original appetite had completely disappeared.
The middle-aged man laughed, patted Ma Xiaoquan heavily on the shoulder and said, "Come on, eat, eat!"
It was hard to refuse such hospitality, and Ma Xiaoquan couldn't refuse. He could only hold his breath, carefully pick up the chopsticks and pick up a few noodles.
The middle-aged man didn't mind at all. He dug himself a spoonful of sauerkraut, stirred it a few times with chopsticks, and started to slurp it up.
Seeing the middle-aged man eating so deliciously, Ma Xiaoquan was heartbroken. He cursed in his heart, and then imitated the middle-aged man's behavior, picked up a large piece of noodles that were already a little lumpy, and stuffed them in with his eyes closed.
in his own mouth.
"Huh?" When the noodles entered his mouth, Ma Xiaoquan subconsciously moved his cheeks and chewed a few times. Suddenly his eyes lit up and he looked at the noodles in the bowl in surprise.
"Look, let me tell you, my wife's sauerkraut is amazing. It tastes good. Uncle didn't lie to you, did he?"
Ma Xiaoquan raised his head, chewed a few times, and said loudly: "Uncle, do you sincerely deceive me?"
"Haha... You young man is quite interesting~ Come on, come on, my uncle is willing to go out of his way to give you another spoonful today." The middle-aged man said, opened the can bottle, and filled Ma Xiaoquan with another spoonful of sauerkraut.
.
This time, Ma Xiaoquan not only did not refuse, but happily accepted the man's gift.
Just like that, the two of them, one big and one small, slurped down all the noodles in their respective bowls.
"Suck~~" After the man drank a little bit of the noodle soup in the bowl, he put down the big bowl with satisfaction, and then took out a pack of cigarettes from his coat pocket. There was a peony painted on the cigarette case.
"Oh, a cigarette after a meal is better than a living god..." The middle-aged man chuckled and shook the Peony cigarette in his hand at Ma Xiaoquan, "This cigarette is not bad, it's just a little bit strong, but it's strong
That’s right, do you know how to smoke? Can I give you a dick?”
Ma Xiaoquan shook his head and said that he did not smoke.
The middle-aged man hummed, put the cigarette he took out back into the cigarette case, and said: "I have been working since I was your age, but later my old man died in the line of duty, so I naturally supported him.
My classmate, oh my, it’s been more than 20 years now.”
Ma Xiaoquan smiled and nodded, stood up and quickly washed the two large bowls he had eaten in on the faucet.
After putting down his rice bowl, the middle-aged man looked at Ma Xiaoquan with admiration: "Young man's eyes are pretty good too."
Ma Xiaoquan chuckled, put down his rice bowl, and said, "Uncle, after eating your big bowl of noodles, I don't even know your name."
The middle-aged man chuckled and said, "My name is Zhao Jinhu, you can just call me Uncle Zhao."
"Okay, Uncle Zhao, what do our police stations usually do?"
Uncle Zhao smiled and knocked a few cigarette ashes on the soles of his shoes, and said: "I do everything, including catching bad guys, catching thieves, catching robbers, well, of course, we don't catch monsters, hehe~~"
Just as Uncle Zhao finished speaking, he heard the banging of the police station door.
Uncle Zhao professionally picked up a shiny black baton, made a quiet gesture to Ma Xiaoquan, and rushed out.
Regarding Uncle Zhao's behavior, Ma Xiaoquan had heard from his parents before. They said that in the early 1980s, there were always some desperate people who would copy people and run to the police station to cause trouble.
I have a baton just to fight against these troublemakers.
Although his parents said so, Ma Xiaoquan was still very curious. He stood up and quietly walked to the door and looked out through the crack in the door.
I saw Uncle Zhao being surrounded by a group of workers in work clothes. They didn't take action, but seemed to be arguing about something.
In the crowd, Uncle Zhao was holding a baton in one hand and a cigarette in his mouth. With the other hand, he kept patting the head of a young man in front of him.
"I said Wei Dajun, you are usually a very honest person, why are you acting like a frightened rabbit today?"
The person who was slapped on the head by Uncle Zhao was none other than Wei Dajun, a worker at a nearby machine tool factory. While dodging Uncle Zhao's slap, he said: "Uncle Zhao, it's true, I really encountered a ghost today. In Zhongshan Park,
I really must have encountered a ghost over there at the arch bridge."
Uncle Zhao frowned, slapped Wei Dajun on the head again, and cursed: "What the hell is wrong with you today? I watch people coming in and out of Zhongshan Park every day. Don't talk nonsense, it's him."
Damn ghost hair, I’ve never seen it before.”
Wei Dajun seemed unconvinced. He blushed and scratched his neck and said: "Uncle Zhao, it's true, I saw it with my own eyes. The ghost reached out his hand from a blue crack and grabbed it hundreds of times. If I hadn't run away,
If you hurry, you'll probably be caught in the crack."
Uncle Zhao squinted his eyes and said with a look of resentment: "Wei Dajun, it's easy for your father to put you in a factory. If you don't learn well in a day, why are you thinking about monsters and ghosts?"
"Uncle Zhao, everything I said is true. I really didn't lie to you. If you don't believe me, go and help Yuan Lan. She has also seen it."
"Yuan Lan?" Uncle Zhao was stunned for a moment, then reacted, "Did you miss work again today? Did you go on a tryst with Yuan Lan?"
As soon as Uncle Zhao finished speaking, the workers surrounding him began to boo.
Wei Dajun is good-looking, with a decent face and a Chinese character. He is about 1.8 meters tall. Although he usually has a bad mouth in the factory, he is never lazy when working, so he has always been the favorite of the female workers in the cotton spinning factory next door.
One of the objects.
Uncle Zhao looked at the aggrieved Wei Dajun, sighed and said, "It's not that I don't want you to fall in love, it's your father who entrusts you to me. I have to see that you are down-to-earth, right?"
Wei Dajun puffed up his chest and said, "Uncle Zhao, everything I said is true. It's true. If you don't believe it, go and ask Yuan Lan with me."
Uncle Zhao smashed the bar and did not immediately respond to Wei Dajun. He shouted to the workers surrounding him: "There is nothing to see, go back. Why are you making noise when you come out with Wei Dajun? Go back quickly. If you don't go back, I will file a complaint with you, Factory Director Wang."