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The screams and begging for mercy seemed to linger in his ears.
After calming down, Mo Xiaofei's face turned pale. He subconsciously stepped back and gently bumped into the door of a car that was being lifted by an air pressure elevator for maintenance.
Brother Quan, as well as a few other students, were lying in a pool of blood. They were on their last breaths. If they didn't rescue them in time, they would have to give up their lives.
Mo Xiaofei found himself breaking out in a cold sweat. After venting the resentment in his heart, he was shaken by the bloody scene in front of him.
"No … they deserved it. I'm just punishing them for their mistakes."
"Yes! I'm just stopping them from committing crimes. "
"I didn't do anything wrong."
"This world is too unfair. I didn't do anything wrong …" Mo Xiaofei opened his mouth. His eyes began to change and became fierce. He said to himself, "Yes … I did a good thing!"
'Yes, there are too many unfair things in this society. Let me do it …'
'Punish them!'
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Old Chen's son had been wandering behind the bun shop. Until the bun shop began to close, he braced himself and walked into the shop with two bags of gifts.
Old Chen looked at his son's posture and didn't say much. He simply said that since he was back, he should have a meal with his family. He should bring his daughter-in-law and grandson over tonight.
Old Chen's son heard that and said that he didn't need to pick them up. He just asked his wife to bring his son over after work.
But he also asked Luoqiu to stay. He called his wife to buy more food so that they could have a more sumptuous dinner. The aunt hadn't been so lively for a while. She happily called Luo Dance to go to the nearby market.
Old Chen was tidying up his belongings. The rolling rod, the flour sieve, and the workbench were wiped tirelessly over and over again.
"You're … Brother Luo's son, right?" Old Chen's son looked at Luoqiu for a while before asking hesitantly, "I think so."
Luoqiu nodded.
Elder Chen's son seemed to have found something to pass the time. He sat beside Luoqiu and began to chat about the past.
"Your father was still young at that time. Every day, he would rush to work on his Jialing 70 and would come here to buy some buns to eat." Old Chen's son recalled that time and said with a smile, "Your dad said that our buns can't be found anywhere else with this flavor."
"Yes, indeed." Luoqiu looked at Old Chen, who was busy with his work, and said softly, "I don't know about it decades ago, but at least I've been smelling like this for more than ten years."
Old Chen's son is called Chen Youjiu. Old Cheng hoped that his son could achieve something in the future, so he changed his name. Chen You was a hard-working person. After graduation, he entered a big company to work. Later, he got married and bought a house in the city with a loan. Later, he gave birth to a chubby son.
Different parts of the same city had different levels of consumption, but the rich and the poor could always find a place to live. Although Chen Youjiu was a seedling 'grafted' from this old city to the prosperous city, he finally found a place to settle down.
Seeing Luoqiu staring at his father who was tidying up the work place, Chen Youjiu suddenly felt embarrassed. It was a casual conversation, but in fact, it was almost the same as strangers.
They grew up in the same place, drinking the same tap water, and even eating the same popsicles in the same snack shop when they were children.
Was the snack shop selling popsicles, snacks, and sundries okay?
Chen Youjiu wanted to continue to talk to Luoqiu several times, but found that Luoqiu's eyes were still on his father from the beginning to the end. He couldn't help but wonder.
"Brother Chen, how long have you not touched the things on the bun counter?" Luoqiu said softly at this time.
Chen Youjiu was stunned and said subconsciously, "After I went to college? Later, I found a job. I haven't touched it for more than ten years. "
"I think so." Luoqiu said softly, "In fact, I don't have a deep impression. I just remember that when I was a child, there was always a person around the uncle. In fact, I said that the taste of the bun hasn't changed for more than ten years. In fact, it's different … It should be said that the best taste was when my father took me out here for the first time when I ate it for the first time. At that time, my father asked me if the bun was delicious. I said yes. He asked me if I knew why it was delicious. I shook my head and said I didn't know. My father said that it was because it was made by the family, so it was delicious. At that time, I didn't understand, but these years … I probably tasted the reason why the taste is different. "
Chen Youjiu was stunned. He wanted to say something, but he didn't know what to say. In the end, he only said one sentence, "When you grow up, you can't go back to the past."
Luoqiu suddenly said, "It's rare to have so many people here. I haven't eaten the bun made by brother Chen and uncle for a long time. Can I have a taste?"
Chen Youjiu suddenly didn't know how to deal with this young man. He shook his head, "I can't. I haven't touched it for more than ten years. Besides, the table has already been cleared."
Luoqiu said regretfully, "You're right … but."
He turned to look at Chen Youjiu and suddenly asked, "Your son, hasn't he eaten the bun made by you?"
"I …"
Luoqiu stood up, put the stool aside and tidied up his things, "Although I want to eat this meal, I think it's better if I'm not here."
Chen Youjiu wanted to persuade him to stay, but he didn't say it. Not long after, Old Chen knew that Luoqiu left quietly, so he didn't say anything.
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Aunt and Luo Dance hadn't come back yet. Old Chen smoked the tobacco pipe that he had smoked for decades. The father and son just sat upstairs in silence for more than an hour.
Old Chen suddenly got up and walked into the room. Soon after, he came out and gave Chen Youjiu an iron box, saying, "This is the title deed of the house. Walk inside."
"Dad?" Chen Youjiu looked at his old father in astonishment, "This is …"
"Some things can't be kept." Old Chen shook his head, "It's not easy to make a living in the city. I'm old. It's no use to keep these things. Your wife is from the city, and it's not easy for her these years. But since you're the one who started it, just continue it. "
"Dad, I …"
"Have a good meal later."
Old Chen bowed and went downstairs. Chen Youjiu covered the iron box with a stack of documents in it. His nose twitched inexplicably. Looking at the old photos hanging on the wall, he was in a daze.
In the evening, Chen Youjiu's wife came with his son.
In fact, Chen Youjiu didn't tell his wife about the sale of the land at the beginning. Old Chen didn't mention it at the dinner table, so he didn't mention it. His son looked at the beautiful big sister of the bun shop and was very shy.
The family was happy and harmonious.
Soon after the meal, Chen Youjiu's wife said that it was late and the child had to go back to school tomorrow. The aunt reluctantly grabbed her son's hand and whispered, "Remember to come back more often when you have time."
Chen Youjiu's nose twitched again. He looked at the sign of Nian Nian Bun Shop, which had been hanging for decades. He looked at Old Chen, who didn't walk him out of the door. He just sat in the shop and silently smoked his old pipe with his back to everyone.
For some reason, he suddenly remembered the question Luoqiu asked him before he left. He almost blurted out, "Wait, I'll go later. Mom, is tomorrow's stuffing ready? "
"Ah? It's been pickled. What's wrong? "
Chen Youjiu suddenly pinched his sleeves, but he felt that the white shirt was not comfortable to be pinched. He simply took it off and walked in wearing a small vest. "I'm making steamed buns for my son."
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At dawn, Luoqiu appeared alone on the second floor of the bun shop.
Old Chen sat on the old sofa, and his wife sat beside him. She leaned on his shoulder and closed her eyes.
Old Chen also closed his eyes, leaning on his wife's hair.
The two of them seemed to have fallen asleep.
The little butterfly monster sat by the wall, holding her knees. She looked at Luoqiu's arrival and suddenly said, "Boss gave me some money and asked me to find a place by myself."
"Something like that." Luoqiu said indifferently, "Two people in your family died suddenly. You'll be suspected eventually. Grandpa thinks you're an illegal resident, so he's afraid that you'll be investigated. "
Luo Dance suddenly seemed to think of something, "Wait a minute. Grandpa asked me to leave in the daytime. He said you'll come and asked me to give you something."
The little butterfly monster rushed downstairs.
Luoqiu glanced at Old Chen and his wife, suddenly walking to them. He grabbed Old Chen's hand and gently put it on his wife's hand.
"How can I forget after holding it for a lifetime?"
Soon after, the little butterfly monster ran back with a bag in her hand, "In the evening, Boss's son suddenly came back and said he wanted to make some buns, so he started to make them. But he made a mess and was scolded by Boss. He kept making and scolding. It's strange. He scolded him fiercely, but I felt that Boss was very happy at that time. "
"And then?"
"Then Boss started to make them himself." The little butterfly monster opened her eyes wide, "It ended up being very late. Boss's grandson fell asleep and still didn't eat."
Luo Dance handed the bag in her hand to Luoqiu, "Boss said this is the taste."
Luoqiu heaved a long sigh and took it silently. Then he walked behind Old Chen and stretched out his hand, preparing to take away his soul.
At this time, Luo Dance suddenly said, "Wait a minute! Can you take a picture for me? "
"Picture?"
Luo Dance nodded and took out an inferior brand mobile phone as if it was a treasure, "Boss bought this for me. He said I can call home whenever I think of my family's contact information. I dare not say that I lied to him … I think, I think I will never see Boss and Aunt again, so, so … I, I don't know how to use it. "
"Sit down."
Luoqiu nodded and took the phone.
Luo Dance sat beside the auntie at once. Facing the camera, she showed her white teeth.
With a flash, Old Chen's decades of life came to a complete stop.
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When Ren Ziling walked out of the room with a sleepy yawn and scratched her hair and came to the living room, she saw several steaming buns and a small note on the table.
"Damn, this guy is so early today … Where did he go?"
At this moment, this kid just happened to set foot on Romanian soil and stared blankly at a very well-preserved castle.
"Well, I'm going to see that impaling duke again." The servant girl beside him said softly.
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