i am goldfinger

Chapter 32 World 4

In winter, the nights are long and the days are short, Zhao Wenle is dark when he goes out.

The snow began to melt, and the chill permeated every breath. Zhao Wenle ran and shivered. He turned a few street corners, the houses were tall and orderly, and he got into a steamed stuffed bun shop. , showing two rows of bright white teeth, "Uncle Liu!"

"Luoluo early." The middle-aged man brushing his teeth by the pool was confused.

Without waiting for instructions, Zhao Wenle walked to the table and started to wake up the dough, knead the dough, knead the dough, and make buns. As the day was getting brighter, the buns were vying to be out of the oven first.

At 06:30, Zhao Wenle rushed home with warm buns in his arms, hurriedly stuffed them into grandma's quilt, and then rushed to the shop, returning just in time for the rush hour for work.

Wipe off your sweat and help guests pack.

"A steamed bun."

A little familiar, looked up, oh, that poor neighbor.

After putting it on and handing it over, his hand was pulled, and the man's tone was colder than the weather, "What's going on?!"

Zhao Wenle twitched back, couldn't move, and stared at him fiercely, "You're sick!"

Everyone around looked over, the man still didn't let go, and looked at him blankly.

Zhao Wenle shuddered inexplicably, "Haven't you seen chilblain?" It's so rare, so strange, it seems like we know each other very well.

Looking down, his fingers were red and swollen. After being smoked by the heat, the whole thing was pig's trotters. It was still stewed and had a spicy taste. Zhao Wenle swallowed his saliva.

The man let go of his hand, and stood beside him, eating a steamed bun.

Chewing slowly, elegant and gentle.

Zhao Wenle looked at it again and again, and was sure that it was a steamed bun, not a delicacy.

There were more and more guests, and a queue began to line up at the back. Uncle Liu glanced at the man several times. Zhao Wenle understood, and said unceremoniously, "Then, don't get in the way, go up and eat."

"Song Li."

Zhao Wenle rolled his eyes, "Okay, Uncle Song, please make way, there are a lot of queues behind."

"..."

From the man's back, Zhao Wenle inexplicably saw sadness.

The sky was high and the clouds were clear, the sun finally stopped playing hide-and-seek, thousands of golden lights shone, and the ice melted and the snow melted.

At [-] o'clock the business stopped, Zhao Wenle packed up and was about to go home, with two steamed buns stuffed in his hand, he thanked him earnestly.

Uncle Liu was the only one who was willing to employ him. He was young, weak, and rough-handed. After begging several stores, they didn't want to keep him, or wanted to squeeze him out and drive him away. He cherished this job very much.

Stuffing the steamed buns into the clothes, the warmth is satisfying.

Stepping out of the store door, the man in white clothes and black hair was particularly eye-catching in the snow, and the man just happened to look over, his pink lips curled up, and his whole body glistened.

Zhao Wenle covered his eyes and ran past, his arm was pulled, "Where are you going?"

"None of your business." Shake it, can't shake it, stare at it, what are you doing?

"Why cover your eyes?"

"You have hot eyes."

The man frowns and remains silent.

Zhao Wenle couldn't bear it, and added, "You are too bright, it hurts your eyes." Surrender, I surrender, who told you that you are whiter than the class flower, and more beautiful than the school flower.

Look three inches below the navel, is it really possible?It can't be a fake.

The hair was rubbed vigorously, and the head shook accordingly. The culprit was still smiling, "What are you thinking, kid." He pinched his nose lovingly.

Zhao Wenle shuddered, grassy, ​​greasy, unbearable.

Taking a step back, he became obedient in seconds, "Uncle Song, I'm going home." What's the matter, don't be a human trafficker, right?

With a box of medicine stuffed in his hand, the man put his hands in his pockets and nodded.

Zhao Wenle ran away slowly.

Go home and chat with grandma for a while, and when it's time to cook, the courtyard door thumps.

Zhao Wenle's eyelids twitched, and a bad premonition arose in his heart.He ran over to open the door, and sure enough, he squinted and looked over, "What's the matter, Uncle?"

"My stove is broken, can I borrow a kitchen?" The man smiled peacefully, lifted the shopping bag in his hand and shook it.

Zhao Wenle looked suspiciously into the bag, there were a lot of things, as if there was meat.Get out of the way "Come in."

In the next half hour, Zhao*xiaopenyou*wen*countryman*le witnessed the first miracle in his life. The simple salt oil, soy sauce and vinegar were reconciled to create an attractive taste. Qi, the magical magic transforms into a series of pleasing food.Zhao Wenle couldn't take his eyes off the door.

The fragrance filled the air, and the people in the courtyard were already salivating.

"Where do you put the dishes?" Song Li carried the dishes towards the child blocking the way.

Zhao Wenle came back to his senses and hurriedly led the way, "Come on, come on, is it hot? Brother Song, go slowly, be careful with the food."

"..." Brother Song?

The young man pushed open the door of the stone house, dragged the table to the bed and set it up, pointed at the man behind him and smiled brightly, "Grandma, this is the brother Song next door you just mentioned, so handsome!"

The old man was taken aback, didn't his grandson say "the beggar next door" before?

Song Li bent down and carefully put down the bowl, looked up at the old man with a submissive and respectful smile, "Grandma is good."

What a handsome boy!The old man nodded happily, "Okay, hello, hello!" Alas, I am getting old and my memory is not working.

After the light and hearty four dishes and one soup, Zhao Wenle looked at the old man whose complexion was scorched by the disease, and had other thoughts about the man, "When will your stove be repaired?"

The man lowered his eyes, seemingly helpless, "I don't know, it's very cold, and I can't find someone to fix it."

"Oh." It's best not to find it all the time, and it can't be repaired if you find it.Zhao Wenle was puzzled, wondering if Brother Hu would accept the stove?

"That's right! Someone will ask you to collect protection fees, so don't put valuables in your house." It has been confirmed that this is a rich man.

"Ah."

Zhao Wenle met the man's clear and indulgent eyes, dismissed some thoughts in his heart, put away the table, and dragged the man out, "Grandma! Brother Song and I are going out!"

"Okay~~ Don't walk too fast after eating~~"

The man followed step by step to the gate of the courtyard, "The steamed stuffed bun shop is closed, what are we doing?"

"It has nothing to do with you." The boy closed the gate of the courtyard, and also closed his innocent appearance.Putting his hands in his sleeves, he lowered his tone and changed his personality.

Song Li frowned, and the child in his vision faded away indifferently.

Zhao Wenle leaned against the tree, with a wall on the right, an art tuition school over the wall, and a large unfilled deep depression one meter away on the left. At this moment, the bottom of the pit is pure white and crystal clear, like a giant bowl containing rice.

This path leads to the main entrance of the school. It is narrow and narrow, and only students can walk it.

He looked down at his watch, 13:20, almost.

After about 10 minutes, footsteps came from behind the tree, only one, still humming.

Zhao Wenle is calm and calm. Most of the art schools are junior high school and primary school students, so he is not timid.

The person passing by brushed the tree sideways, carrying the drawing board on his back, and the two men's eyes collided. Zhao Wenle took advantage of the stupefied and directly pushed up. The boy was about the same height as Zhao Wenle, and was pushed to the edge of the pit unexpectedly, with one foot on the ground Frightened, he hugged Zhao Wenle's hand holding his skirt, his voice trembling, "Ahhhhhh what are you doing?"

Zhao Wenle didn't let go of his grip, and fumbled all over his pockets with his left hand. The banknotes he found were stuffed into his pockets, and he glared at him fiercely, "Where's the money?!"

The boy was about to cry, "You took it all away!"

Zhao Wenle saw that he didn't seem to be lying, and threatened in a dark voice, "I remember you, if you dare to sue..."

The boy whimpered and shook his head.Zhao Wenle pulled him back, walked with him out of the path, stared at him as he entered the school tremblingly.

Squat back and do the same.

During the winter vacation, there were not many students, and the class time of several art classes was different, and there were people coming one after another from [-]pm to [-]pm.Zhao Wenle stopped seven or eight of them, and occasionally they would pretend to be passers-by and walk together when they met someone.

At 16:30, Zhao Wenle planned to stop. People who left after school were frequent, and if they failed to stop them, they might be retaliated against.

The trail forms a semi-circular shape, and the end does not meet. The small tree that Zhao Wenle leans on is just in the middle of the road, and the sound and sight can be detected immediately.

When the sound of conversation came from not far away, accompanied by the child's sad and angry accusation, Zhao Wenle turned around and ran away.At the entrance of the path, two boys who looked like seniors in high school were waiting with their arms crossed, and they laughed when they saw him.

... Grass, no way?

Zhao Wenle slowed down, walked towards the two of them as if nothing had happened, and said politely, "Senior, I want to go over."

"Senior? Which school do you have?" asked the taller one.

Zhao Wenle looked at the school uniforms on the two of them with an innocent and curious look, "Renjie Middle School, how about you seniors?"

"Seniors are right, haha!"

Zhao Wenle also smiled brightly, "What a coincidence."

The voice became clearer, and a child was furious, "I'm going to let him fall!"

Zhao Wenle's face turned pale, and the two people in front of him smiled half-smiles.

Zhao Wenle forced himself to be calm, and begged, "Senior, I'm in a hurry to pee, please let me go?"

"Success, you pee, we won't stare at you." Smiling.

The footsteps were getting closer.

"Help! Robbery! Help!!" Zhao Wenle suddenly yelled, burying his head and rushing behind, taking off his coat and hugging him.

Within a few steps, I met a boy holding a child, it should be a group.

The boy stared blankly at him running over, and even led the child out of the way for him, who was staring at his face.

"catch him!"

"it's him!"

The boy's expression changed, and he stretched out his hand to grab him. Zhao Wenle leaned over to dodge, put his coat on the boy's head, and was running past the two of them. The endless sky, and the condescending neighbors on the edge of the wall...

"Hahaha, it's falling, it's falling!" The child clapped his hands, jumped and laughed.

"It's enough to teach him a lesson. I think he fainted from the fall?" The tall boy caught up.

In a deep depression nearly five meters high, the boy rolled into the bottom of the pit, embedded in the thick snow layer without moving.

"Hmph, self-inflicted, you can't live."

"Let's go, what else are you looking at?"

Several people pulled away.

Time passed by, children passed by, and the teenagers who saw the bottom of the pit would run away in fear, and then go home and tell the adults. Some people thought it was a dead person, and more people would not look at the bottom of the pit.

The night was completely dark, and the bottom of the pit was pitch black. No one knew that a boy was almost buried here.

Zhao Wenle fell into a nightmare. In the dream, he was tripped by a little boy and fell into the bottom of the pit. His head was injured and he was unconscious. Wearing a thin sweater, he was frozen and stiff. Only the corpse was fished out the next day.

His soul wailed, how could he die, how could he die, how could he die, he hasn't protected the old man from wind and rain, he hasn't been able to stand up to the sky...

A voice sighed softly in my ear, "Remember how you feel now. Don't just cry, you have to water the flowers with your tears..."

What is my flower?