Since assassins appeared in the city during the day, the patrol guards in Xinzheng City were much denser than before.
Not far from Zilanxuan, a shed was set up in the corner, and a few wooden boards were put around it, barely turning into a noodle shop.
Generally speaking, some noodles are cooked in the morning and during the day and sold to people who have hurried business in the city.
But tonight, the shop is open.
The boy sat on the bench, and the shopkeeper quickly brought a bowl of noodles and placed it in front of him, with steam still rising from it.
Looking at the white and tender noodles and the little bits of oil on them, Zheng Ze didn't pay attention to anything. He picked up the noodles with the chopsticks next to him and started eating.
There were not many people wandering around in the city tonight, there were only the occasional sounds of infantry patrolling and walking, and the sound of the burly figure behind Zheng Ze tinkering up and down the stove.
Not long after, two figures walked slowly to the simple noodle shop. Mo Ya crossed his arms, looked at the surrounding environment, and raised his eyebrows.
In the past few times, he always felt that choosing a place like this was not in line with Zheng Ze's style.
Seeing that Zheng Ze had no intention of raising his head, Mo Ya curled his lips and said slowly: "Man, I brought it to you."
Along with the crackling of firewood behind Zheng Ze, his voice still seemed a bit abrupt.
Zheng Ze slowly raised his head, put down the chopsticks in his hand, and took out a white cloth handkerchief to wipe his mouth. This handkerchief was taken from Nongyu's hand.
I saw her washing every day before, so she must be cleaner.
Putting the white handkerchief on the right hand side of the desk, while he was wiping his mouth, a rickety figure slowly came from behind Mo Crow.
The visitor has black and white mixed hair, which is also very dry, and his face is wrapped with cloth strips to cover up scars. The clothes on his body can no longer be called clothes, because the hem is so torn that the lines are hanging down, and it can hardly be covered.
his body.
Old, defeated, powerless, humble... these are probably the feelings he feels from his body.
If you don't pay special attention, this is probably what a slave looks like, and it is the lowest kind. There are probably not many cheaper slaves than this in Xinzheng.
Just looking at him, Zheng Ze said softly: "Up above."
Listening to his words, the burly man behind him immediately scooped up the noodles from the pot, filled a bowl, and brought it to the table opposite Zheng Ze.
Seeing this, Mo Ya's eyes flashed, he recognized the noodle cook, from Qi Juetang, his name seemed to be Tang Ba.
Is this injury healed?
Not caring what he thought, the low-class man standing next to him slowly walked up to Zheng Ze.
Gudong!
He only heard a crisp sound, and he knelt down on the ground, "Li, thank you sir for taking revenge and saving me!"
His voice was trembling, and he was really excited.
However, listening to his words, Zheng Ze's expression did not change at all and remained indifferent.
"When I heard your thank you, I thought I was such a good person." As he spoke, a trace of scorn appeared on the corner of his mouth. I don't know whether it was mocking the person in front of him or mocking himself.
"Get up and put away your thanks. I won't accept it anyway." Zheng Ze picked up the chopsticks and picked at the oily specks on the soup.
The ragged figure slowly raised his head. These things he knew were all told to him by the person who brought him here, but it seemed to be a little different from what he thought.
Thinking about it, he couldn't help but glance at Mo Crow.
In response to his gaze, Mo Crow shrugged, "I'm just here to complete the deal, and the rest is none of my business. Standing here, I just want to watch the show."
"Don't think too much, I just want to treat you to a bowl of noodles, Mr. Li Kaili."
When Zheng Ze finished speaking, Li Kaixin, who was wearing shabby clothes, was surprised. Facing those eyes that seemed to penetrate people's hearts, he slowly sat down in front of the young man.
From beginning to end, his tone was so unquestionable that there was no room for rejection.
"Sir's kindness, Li Kai is willing to die to repay it!" Although he couldn't figure out what the other party meant, Li Kai expressed his feelings immediately.
However, the young man opposite smiled and shook his head, "I said, I have no interest in your gratitude. In my opinion, your thank you is not even worth this bowl of noodles."
Although he was in a state of despair, Li Kai was not shocked by the scene in front of him. He looked at Zheng Ze and asked, "Why did you save me, sir?"
Zheng Ze did not answer his question, but asked: "More than ten years ago, Master Li, did you ever think that you would be today? Because of your carelessness and trusting villains, you almost died and your wife suffered misery and torture.
, leaving your daughter homeless?”
Listening to Zheng Ze's question, Li Kai's eyes sparkled, "This is all Liu Yi..."
Before he could finish speaking, Zheng Ze nodded and interrupted him, "Yes, Liu Yi deserves to die, so he is dead now. What about you, have you fulfilled your responsibilities as a husband and father?"
Unexpectedly, he would ask this. Li Kai was stunned and said, "I..."
"You haven't even considered how much danger this visit to Xinzheng will bring to them." A sneer flashed across the corner of Zheng Ze's mouth, looking straight at him.
After breaking away from the initial shock, Li Kai slowly came back to his senses, "Sir, did you save me because of my wife and daughter?"
Faced with his question, Zheng Ze shook his head again, "I'm just giving you your life because it's a piece of cake."
"I see..." Li Kai looked at the young man in front of him with a somewhat complicated look.
Zheng Ze stretched out his hand and pointed at Zilanxuan not far away, "Did you see that?"
Li Kai turned around and glanced at Zi Lanxuan, he knew his daughter was there.
"The night before yesterday, my people died there, and their blood flowed all over the floor. Later, many people died there, and the blood almost covered the soles of their shoes. When I woke up yesterday morning, I saw that the blood in front of the door had been washed away.
Pure, as if those people died in a dream."
Looking at Zheng Ze talking eloquently, Li Kai gradually understood his way of speaking, "What do you want to say, sir?"
"I would say that dying in Xinzheng is like pulling out a grass, which does not attract any attention. Your life and death may be even more despicable than grass."
Regarding this kind of words, Li Kai was noncommittal, "Then sir, you saved me because you wanted to humiliate Li in person?"
Hearing this, Zheng Ze smiled softly and denied: "Master Li misunderstood, I am not so free yet. I just want to treat you to a bowl of noodles tonight. By the way, I want to tell you that you can't protect Nongyu and her mother, but I
Can."
Ideals are fragile and vulnerable in the face of cold reality.
Zheng Ze has no sympathy at all for this man whose fate seems a bit sad. Liu Yi owes him his life, but what does he owe Nongyu and Mrs. Hu? What should he pay in return?
Zheng Ze is different from Han Fei. Li Kai shed blood and risked his life for South Korea. Han Fei will look down on him, but what does South Korea do to him and Zheng Ze?
"Maybe you have different opinions, but in Xinzheng, you can only bring danger to them, so you should leave early. I will ensure the safety of Nongyu and his wife, you don't have to worry. More than ten years have passed, and with your
Despite your naivety and stupidity, you can still live, be lucky." At the end of the sentence, Zheng Ze's attitude was very candid.
It doesn't sound nice to say it clearly, but this is the truth, this is reality. Talking about love without talking about reality is an irresponsible hooliganism.
Li Kai looked at him blankly, he really didn't expect Zheng Ze to say such words.
Was it because of the daughter he never raised that he was able to save his life?
