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At eight o'clock in the evening, Rong Zhao walked into a hardware store on Shilian Road.

The boss is a woman in her 30s. There is a small table next to her. There are two dishes on the table, a plate of green pepper and potato shreds, a plate of braised pork ribs, and two bowls of rice. It looks like she is having dinner.

The freshly cooked rice has a sweet rice aroma, and the homemade rice is always better than the restaurant outside.Rong Zhao had already had dinner, but he still couldn't help but be attracted by the aroma of rice.

After Zhou Ye left, he either ate out or ate the burnt rice he made himself.

Rong Zhao looked into the shelf: "Is there a shovel?"

The boss put down the bowls and chopsticks in his hand: "What are you going to use, are you planting flowers on the balcony or digging the ground in the yard?"

Rong Zhao: "The one who turned the ground."

The boss pointed to the inside: "Behind the big shelf, it's next to the plastic basin."

After finishing speaking, he picked up the bowls and chopsticks and continued to eat, while shouting loudly to the kid playing on the scooter outside: "Hurry up and eat, if you don't eat, it will be cold."

Rong Zhao went to the shelf and took out the largest model among several kinds of shovels.It is said to be the biggest, but it is actually not that big, about the size of an adult's face.

Rong Zhao took the shovel and scanned the payment QR code on the wall to pay.

The boss chatted curiously: "What is this going to grow?"

Rong Zhao: "Plant trees." After paying the money, Rong Zhao came out of the hardware store.

He was wearing black clothes, carrying a black backpack, and carrying a black plastic bag with a shovel in his hand.

The kid from the boss's house came over on a scooter and looked up at Rong Zhao: "Brother, you are holding a shovel and wearing black clothes, are you going to rob a tomb?"

"No." Rong Zhao didn't know how to coax children, so he left after missing two words.

The child ran fast on the scooter, huh huh huh catching up to Rong Zhao, innocently said: "Brother, I also want to go to the tomb robbery, wait until I change into black clothes and go with you."

"There are ghosts and human bones in the cemetery, but I'm not afraid at all. Just wait for me, I can change clothes very quickly."

Rong Zhao got a headache from the noise, thinking about how to drive the kid away.

Fortunately, the owner of the hardware store ran over and grabbed the child's arm: "What the hell, bone, what are you thinking about all day long, go eat quickly, eat a good meal and do your homework."

Five or ten minutes later, Rong Zhao appeared at the foot of the mountain.

He is not as stupid as Tang Siling, who can expose himself to the surveillance cameras by burying a dead body.He observed carefully and made sure that there were no police ambushing nearby, so he walked up the mountain.

Relying on memory, Rong Zhao stopped behind a remote rock pile.

Large and small stones are crowded together, covered with dirt, some covered with moss, unknown grass squeezed out from the cracks in the stones, and the leaves hang down on the stones, stuck together by the soil.

Rong Zhao walked behind the stone, measured it with his own feet, and stopped in front of a weed.

He took out a pair of gloves from his backpack, put them on, and started digging with a shovel.

This is the first time he has returned here in six years.

On the night of Valentine's Day, when he saw the words "Bones" in the internal WeChat group, his first reaction was that someone found the person he personally killed and buried here.

He was only 16 years old at that time. He had just experienced the disaster of destroying his family, and his whole body was in a state of collapse. He fainted on the way to escape, and it was still dark when he woke up. No one knew about the tragedy that happened here.

When he was going down the mountain, he met one of the seven murderers, a middle-aged man in his 30s.Reason told him that he should run down the mountain and call the police.

He wasn't completely sane, but that person didn't let him go, and the two met face to face.

The man said a lot of ugly things. He said that he liked his mother more deliciously than the little girl.Hearing his favorite mother being insulted like this, the young Rong Zhao trembled all over, and rushed towards the man like crazy.

The blood of his family blindfolded his eyes, he lay in a bloody world, hatred controlled his brain and his body, he raised the knife and stabbed the man in the heart.

The warm and viscous blood of the devil spurted him, and as the man fell, his future was also frozen.

He is destined to hide his name and embark on a road of no return for revenge, and finally be killed by people or by the law.

The freshly dug soil was darker than the surface soil, like a layer of brown blood soaked.Rong Zhao threw the shovel aside, sat by the hole he dug and took a breath.

It has been dug almost one meter deep, not to mention bones, not even a hair has been dug out.

It was the first time he killed someone. He was 16 years old, and he was still a child. His hands were shaking when he buried the body, and the hole he dug was not deep.

Rong Zhao got up and looked around, there were a few rocks not far away.When the corpse was buried, the mood was extremely unstable, and the memory was prone to deviations, and it was not surprising that the memory would be wrong.

It's already late at night, and the sky is about to dawn, so I can only wait for the next time.

Rong Zhao refilled the excavated ground, picked up some fallen leaves nearby and sprinkled it on it, packed up his things and walked down the mountain.

The man's bones were of no use to him. He dug them up to completely destroy the bones. Burning them to ashes or grinding them into powder was optional, which was safer than burying them in the soil.

Gu Ming's bones were found because they were dug open by wild dogs and the rain washed away the plaster on the bones.

Rong Zhao burned the used gloves and foot covers, picked up the shovel, carried the bag and walked down the mountain.

At two o'clock in the morning, the moon was hanging obliquely in the sky, not too bright, just enough to see the road clearly, Rong Zhao turned his head to look in the direction of the house, turned and left.

After returning home, he opened the door downstairs. Standing in the yard of Sister Zhang's house, Rong Zhao saw an abandoned flower pot in the corner, walked over and moved it back to his room.

It was the one that Zhou Ye said he wanted to steal back to plant roses.

The next day was a fine day, Rong Zhao washed the flower pots, dug some soil in the yard, filled it with water, soaked it with water, and blew it on the wind.

The flower seeds were purchased by Zhou Ye online, and they were thrown beside the shoe cabinet as soon as they were received, without even opening the courier bag outside.

Rong Zhao picked it up and took a look. Recipient: Rong Rong's husband.

He cut out these five small characters separately, after thinking about it, he thought it was wrong, so he cut out the word husband and threw it away.Paste the three characters "Rongrong's" on the flowerpot, as if giving the potted flower a name.

After planting the flowers, Rong Zhao went out.

The family's cemetery is far away in the outskirts of the city. He took the bus first. There were not many people on the bus. He found a seat and sat down, turning his head to look at the constantly receding scenery outside the window.

Get off the bus, take a taxi and come to the cemetery.

It was not Ching Ming Festival, there was almost no one in the cemetery, and it was quiet everywhere. Rong Zhao walked in with a bunch of chrysanthemums in his arms.

As before, he walked very slowly, as if he was taking a walk with a kind elder after a meal.It took a full 10 minutes to reach the area where the Guan family was located.

Turning a corner, Rong Zhao saw a person standing in front of his family's tombstone.He quickly turned around, hid behind a huge stone pillar, turned his head to stare at the back of the man, and recognized Lin Hongze.

Lin Hongze didn't stay long, didn't say anything, put down a bouquet of flowers and left.

Rong Zhao leaned behind the stone pillar, unable to explain his feelings for Lin Hongze. He thanked him for investigating the Guan family case and caught Tang Siling.He was also afraid that he would discover his crime before he had caught all the murderers.

It's not that I'm afraid of death, it's that I'm afraid that I won't be able to see them die when I'm dying.

After Lin Hongze walked out of the cemetery, it took another 10 minutes for Rong Zhao to come out.

He walked to the tombstone, looked at the bunch of yellow chrysanthemums next to the inscription, and put the white ones he brought together next to each other.

This is a joint burial, and the whole family is in it.

Rong Zhao squatted down and looked at the names on the tombstone, Guan Qingwen, Pan Churou, Guan Xia, Guan Xu.His eyes are soft, like looking at a warm and lively family of four through time.

"Tang Siling, that is, Tang Yan, is dead," Rong Zhao said softly to the tombstone, "adding Feng Mingchen, Wang Hui, and Wuming man, there are only three left."

"There is also a mastermind behind the scenes. When I find all these people, I will go down to accompany you. It shouldn't be long."

His voice was low and soft, like a child lying in the arms of his family and whispering.

Rong Zhao was tired from squatting, so he sat down and leaned against the side of the tombstone.

The stele was illuminated by the sun, it was warm, not cold at all, Rong Zhao raised his head slightly, looking at the branches and leaves of a pine tree next to him.

"The police printed another batch of arrest warrants for Ding Penghai. He must live on Shilian Road, but I couldn't find him, and I couldn't find him after searching all over."

Ding Penghai was the only one whose identity was confirmed in the Guan family extermination case. He was already a notorious murderer before he participated in the massacre of the Guan family.

After the case of the Guan family happened, it was as if he had disappeared from the world.The police mobilized more than half of the city's police force but failed to catch him.

Until two months ago, Rong Zhao learned from the underground news market that he didn't know the truth or falsehood, that Ding Penghai had appeared in the area of ​​Shilian Road.

This is why Rong Zhao has been living on Shilian Road.

In the past, Zhou Ye always asked him why he didn't live in the staff dormitory in the bureau, instead of being crowded in such a small place on Shilian Road.He didn't say much, and couldn't.

He also doesn't like living on Shilian Road, and he will definitely move out when that murderer Ding Penghai is caught.

Rong Zhao took out a bunch of chrysanthemums in front of the tombstone, put them in his hands and played with them, pulling out the petals of the chrysanthemums one by one, throwing them on the ground or blowing them open with his fingers.

"I know someone. If you are still here, I will definitely show you." Rong Zhao lowered his head and pulled out chrysanthemum petals, stuffed one into his mouth, and continued, "He is very good. He cooks deliciously, but he is poor. A little, a little narcissistic."

A gust of wind blew the petals of the chrysanthemums on the ground, and Rong Zhao stood up from the ground and walked to the tombstone, telling the person lying in the tombstone, and telling himself: "I don't regret it, I don't regret putting that tombstone at all." The beast was killed."

Zhou Ye was sitting on a garden bench downstairs in a hospital, holding a fresh-keeping bag in his hand, which contained the cigarette butts he dug out from the trash can at the back door of the bar.

Using the inspection equipment in the bureau will leave traces. In order to avoid unnecessary trouble, Zhou Ye grabbed Wu Hao and came to the hospital.

Wu Hao said that the cigarette butt was stained with beer liquid, the sample was seriously polluted, and DNA could not be detected in [-]% of cases.

Zhou Ye insisted on testing, even if there was a one in ten thousand possibility, he would still do it.Because this is the evidence that Rong Zhao likes him.

As a result, as Wu Hao said, nothing was detected.

Zhou Ye held the cigarette butt in his hand, so what if he couldn't detect it, he said it was Rong Zhao who smoked it, it was he who smoked it, and he said he liked him, so he had to like him.

Zhou Ye got up from the bench and walked to the bus stop on the side of the road. A bus stopped, and he took a look to get on it. He waited until the door was closed before realizing that this was leading to Shilian Road, which was not on his way. , I had no choice but to walk to the door and plan to get off at the next stop.

He never took the bus or the subway before. He felt that there were too many people, crowded, poor air circulation, and often had no seats.

Later, he got used to taking this kind of public transportation with Rong Zhao, but he disliked that there were not enough people in the car and it was not crowded, so he and Rong Zhao were not squeezed tightly together.

Standing by the car door, Zhou Ye inadvertently glanced at the tables and chairs next to him, and couldn't move his eyes anymore.

Rong Zhao sat by the window, looking out of the window, the sun shines on his face through the car window, the thin skin fluff sets off his face extremely softly.

Zhou Ye turned his back, walked to the seat behind Rong Zhao and sat down, tightly clutching the cigarette butt whose DNA could not be detected.

Rong Zhao had seen Zhou Ye from the moment he got in the car, and knew that he had been sitting behind her and staring at her.

Reason told him he should just turn around and go, disgusted with him, as he had said.

But today's weather is so good, the sun is big and bright, the air conditioner in the car is lukewarm, and I just came back from the cemetery and met my parents and sister.

These are all things to be happy about. He is a little greedy and wants a small reward.

Rong Zhao looked at the window glass, when the car was completely exposed to the sun, no reflection of people could be seen in the window.When the car passed through the shadows of trees and buildings, he could see Zhou Ye sitting behind him through the window glass.

This area is a downtown area with tall buildings, so it casts a lot of shadows.

Rong Zhao stretched out his hand, lightly touched Zhou Ye's face in the glass image, and retracted his hand again.

Sitting in the row with Rong Zhao, a four or five-year-old girl sat on her mother's lap, turned her head and asked, "Brother, are you cleaning the glass?"

Rong Zhao nodded: "Well, I'm cleaning the glass."

"I have tissues here," the helpful little girl took out a tissue from her schoolbag and handed it to Rong Zhao, "Brother, use this."

"Thank you." Rong Zhao took the tissue and didn't touch the face of the person in the car window any more.

After riding all the way to Shilian Road, Zhou Ye got off the car after Rong Zhao.

The two of them got off the bus at this stop, it was impossible for Rong Zhao to pretend he didn't see it, he turned around and looked at Zhou Ye: "Are you here to get your things?"

Zhou Ye ignored Rong Zhao's words, took two steps forward, raised the fresh-keeping bag in his hand, and pointed to the cigarette butt inside: "You were the one who brought me back the night before yesterday, and you smoked this cigarette .”

Rong Zhao glanced at it, and recognized that it was the one he had smoked, but he didn't expect Zhou Ye to go to the trash can and find it out.

Rong Zhao looked up at Zhou Ye, trying to make his eyes look indifferent: "You know, I never smoke."

After finishing speaking, he turned around and walked towards the alley on Shilian Road.

Zhou Ye stepped forward, grabbed Rong Zhao's wrist, and pulled him into his arms: "Don't lie to me anymore, you just like me. Otherwise, you wouldn't go to the bar to find me."

Rong Zhao tried to push Zhou Ye away, but he couldn't, the other's arm was tightly wrapped around him like steel, and he stuck to his ear: "I admit that I am a bitch, and I have the cheek to stick it up after being scolded so badly. "

"My dad scolded me like that, and I haven't entered the house for six years, and I never begged for mercy," Zhou Ye's voice was choked up at some point, "It's been three days since you scolded me like that, Rong Zhao, please."

"I've never begged anyone in my life, Rong Zhao, please take back those words, okay?"

Rong Zhao was hugged tightly by Zhou Ye, listening to him begging him to take back those words.

In Rong Zhao's perception, Zhou Ye has always been proud, he never bowed his head to anyone, and never acted weak.

He was always like a tall and straight mountain, but at this moment, he bent his back and lowered inch by inch until it merged into a stream of water, trying to retain him with his softness.

Zhou Ye rubbed his lips against Rong Zhao's earlobe, and said in a low voice, "Promise me, okay?"

Rong Zhao saw a black car driving in the distance, parked beside them, and a man stepped out of the car.

Seeing the person's face clearly, Rong Zhao's pupils suddenly constricted, his body subconsciously wanted to dodge, to find a place to hide himself.

Sensing the change in Rong Zhao, Zhou Ye let go of him from his arms, and was about to speak when he heard someone calling his name behind him.

The man shouted again: "Zhou Ye."

Zhou Ye turned around and saw that it was Su Jiaze.

Su Jiaze came over and smiled, showing his white teeth: "I thought I was wrong, but it's really you."

After speaking, he looked at Rong Zhao, nodded at him, and asked politely, "Who is this?"

"My friend." Zhou Ye glanced at Su Jiaze, feeling dissatisfied with the other party's spoiling the situation.

Su Jiaze waved his hands discerningly, smiled and said, "I won't disturb you, I'll go first."

He was wearing a white T-shirt, light blue jeans, and white sneakers. When he smiled, his teeth were very white, and he was full of youthful looks. He didn't look like a 28-year-old man who was about to be in his third year.

Su Jiaze drove away in the car, Zhou Ye held Rong Zhao's shoulders with both hands, bent slightly, looked into his eyes: "Continue with the topic just now, can I cook sweet and sour fish for you tonight?"

Rong Zhao pushed Zhou Ye's hand away from his shoulders, his eyes were covered with ice again, and his voice carried a coldness that was thousands of miles away: "When will your luggage be moved?"

Zhou Ye looked at Rong Zhao, his voice was low and hoarse: "Do you have to do this?"

"I made it very clear that day, I don't like men, and I think homosexuality is bad." Rong Zhao turned his head and looked at a tree shadow on the ground next to him, but he still didn't say the word disgusting.

Again, Zhou Ye didn't do anything wrong, he couldn't take the same knife and stab him in the heart over and over again.

It can't be said that he didn't do anything wrong. His mistake was that he loved the wrong person. He fell in love with a murderer, and fell in love with a person who would never see the light under a false identity.

Rong Zhao and Su Jiaze met many years ago, he can be sure that Su Jiaze recognized him, but he didn't point it out.

He knew that he couldn't hide it from the world, and one day he would be bumped into by someone he knew before.He once thought about plastic surgery, changing himself into another look completely, that is the safest way.

The reason for giving up plastic surgery is because this face was given by his parents, it is the most precious legacy they left him, and it is also the evidence that they once lived in this world.

The appearance of Su Jiaze made Rong Zhao realize again that Rong Zhao is a fake and only Guan Xu is real.

He didn't even know if Su Jiaze was an enemy or a friend, maybe he had already driven to the police station to report him, and the police would come and arrest him before he got home.

An unprecedented sense of crisis welled up in his heart, pressing on his shoulders, pinching his throat, making it difficult for him to even breathe.

"Don't follow." Rong Zhao glanced at Zhou Ye, then turned and walked into the alley on Shilian Road.

Zhou Ye stepped forward, grabbed Rong Zhao's shoulder with one hand, and pinched his flesh tightly.

Rong Zhao grabbed Zhou Ye's arm with his backhand and pushed him aside.Zhou Ye was unprepared, and he didn't expect Rong Zhao to use so much force on him. He was pushed and staggered, and walked towards Rong Zhao before he could stand still.

Rong Zhao clenched his fist and shouted at Zhou Ye: "Don't follow me!"

Zhou Ye had never heard Rong Zhao speak to him in such a loud voice, and his broken heart was shaken to pieces, so he could only stand there and watch Rong Zhao go further and further away.

Rong Zhao walked through the alley, turned a corner, leaned against the wall, squatted down and hugged his head, and didn't move for a long time.

After Zhou Ye left, Rong Zhao came out of the alley and stood behind a billboard not far from the bus stop in the bureau.

This is the entrance to Shilian Road, and it is also the place with the widest view.

The one who will come later is Su Jiaze alone, so he will come out.If the police come, he runs away and searches for other killers in The Fugitive.

Soon, the black Cayenne drove over again and stopped at the place where it stopped just now.

Su Jiaze got out of the car and turned around to look around.

He seemed to be alone, Rong Zhao didn't walk over immediately, he was very vigilant, he waited for 10 minutes before coming out.

Su Jiaze saw Rong Zhao, walked towards him, and only dared to call his name in a low voice when he got closer: "Guan Xu."

"I didn't even dare to admit it just now," Su Jiaze looked at Rong Zhao incredulously, "Aren't you, aren't you dead?"

Rong Zhao raised his eyes and glanced at Su Jiaze, the vigilance and vigilance in his eyes almost turned into substance and turned into a wall surrounding him: "What do you want?"

Su Jiaze looked at the bottomless resistance in Rong Zhao's eyes, tried his best to make his voice soft and non-aggressive: "I will not hurt you."

"If I wanted to expose you, I would have exposed you just now. I won't wait for Zhou Ye to leave and come here now."

Rong Zhao looked at Su Jiaze, as if considering the truth of what he said, evaluating the danger of the person in front of him: "Do you know Zhou Ye?"

Su Jiaze nodded, "I know him, but not very well." He didn't say anything else.

After Rong Zhao was convinced that Su Jiaze would not publicize his identity for the time being, he seriously looked at the person in front of him.

Rong Zhao met Su Jiaze when he was thirteen or fourteen years old.

At that time, Su Jiaze was different from the man in front of him who was wearing a famous brand and driving a luxury car. He was always wearing white washed old clothes, he was very thin, and he liked to stand by the basketball court and watch them play.

Su Jiaze and his mother depended on each other for life. Later, when her mother died, her biological father who had never appeared took him away.

At that time, Su Jiaze never smiled, always dressed in black, and the young man looked like an old man in his twilight.

It's not as bright and dazzling as it is now.

"Just pretend you haven't seen me, and don't tell anyone you've seen me." Rong Zhao looked at Su Jiaze with cold and stern eyes, "Otherwise, don't blame me for being rude."

Su Jiaze took out a business card from his pocket and handed it to Rong Zhao, with a soft voice: "You have helped me a lot before, if it weren't for you, I might have died long ago, if you need anything in the future, just call the above number."

"What's your name now?"

Rong Zhao took the business card: "Rong Zhao, Zhao Zhao." After speaking, he turned around and walked on the way home.

After returning home, Rong Zhao opened the door, lay down on the same bed that Zhou Ye had slept in, and rested for a while. He slept for an hour in total, and spent most of the time dreaming.

This time I didn't dream that I was being chased around with a knife, and the person being chased turned into Zhou Ye, and the people chasing and killing him were policemen, some with guns, some with cannons, and some with mines.

They were dressed in neat uniforms, shouting, to represent justice and the law to punish him, because he was with the murderer and was an accomplice.

Rong Zhao woke up from the nightmare, his head was covered with sweat, his hands and feet were cold.

He sat up from the bed and looked at the empty house and the sunset outside the window.

According to the Internet, when a person wakes up at five o'clock in the afternoon and finds that there is no one around him, he will have a sense of loneliness abandoned by the whole world.

Rong Zhao sat by the bed for a while, and Zhou Ye's hug three hours ago made him feel that what he said online was inaccurate.

Rong Zhao got off the bed and made Zhou Ye's bed tidy. The sheets and quilt were so smooth that there was no wrinkle.He took out Zhou Ye's clothes from the closet, folded them neatly one by one, and put them on the bedside, not even a pair of underwear or socks.

He went to the kitchen, took out Zhou Ye's tableware from the cupboard, his drinking cup, the toothbrush in the bathroom, and sorted out everything he could see about Zhou Ye.

Wipe the whole room again with a damp rag, especially the window glass, bathroom glass, cabinet doors and other places where fingerprints are easy to leave.

Rong Zhao thought that if the police came to search in the future and could not extract any biological traces about Zhou Ye, they would not think that they had a good relationship, thus alleviating their suspicion of Zhou Ye.

There was a "bang bang bang" knock on the door, and Sister Zhang pushed open the door and came in, "Xiao Rong, do you want to sell scraps?"

Rong Zhao nodded, pointing to a pile of items piled up on Zhou Ye's bed and the floor: "I don't want those anymore, you can sell them for me."

"Isn't this bed just brought here for you? Why is it going to be sold?" Sister Zhang walked in and touched the fabric of the bed sheet, "Don't you want the quilt too? "

Rong Zhao: "No more."

After all, Sister Zhang is a married woman, so she understood it all at once, like an intimate elder sister: "Are you quarreling with him again?"

Rong Zhao responded casually, "That's right."

"Don't be impulsive, Xiaorong, there is no overnight feud between husband and wife. After a few days you get back together, these beds and bowls will have to be rebuilt, so you don't need to spend money," Sister Zhang squatted on the ground, picked up a bowl, and looked at it. I took a look, "Look at this porcelain, how thin it is, it costs more than ten yuan each."

"There are also these clothes, which are all new. They feel weird and slippery. They must have been bought at a special counter. The stalls outside don't have such materials."

Rong Zhao's ears hurt from being quarreled by Sister Zhang, so he simply picked up his phone and wallet: "You look at the sale, just move these out, I'm going to eat dinner."

Sister Zhang looked under the bed and took out a shoe box.

There is a bigger box hidden behind the shoe box, pulled out to see that it is for a microwave oven, it is not as heavy as a microwave oven, and there are probably a lot of sundries in it, Sister Zhang turned her head and shouted: "Xiao Rong, are you sure you don't want these? "

Rong Zhao had already changed his shoes: "I don't want any more." After speaking, he walked out of the room.

Sister Zhang called a second-hand collector to come over and sold the bed that she bought in the second-hand market. The sheets and quilts on the bed were too new, so she was reluctant to sell them, so she put them away and gave them back to her natal family. As long as Xiao Rong couldn't see it, he told him that it had been sold.

The second-hand goods collector was a woman in her 30s, tall and thin, with great strength, and quickly loaded the pile of sundries into the car.

Sister Zhang squatted on the ground and opened the box containing the microwave oven. Unexpectedly, there was another box inside. It was a pretty wooden box.

Open it again, and there is a vase inside.

Sister Zhang took the vase out of the box, put it in her hand and looked at it: "The pattern is pretty, but it's a bit old, no wonder Xiao Rong doesn't want it anymore."

The woman who received the second-hand goods had already put the bed on the electric tricycle and fixed it with ropes. Standing in the yard, she raised her head and shouted, "Miss Zhang, do you have anything else to sell?"

Sister Zhang picked up the vase in her hand, stood by the fence and shook it: "How much can this sell for? You can estimate the price. I think it's suitable."

The woman looked at it, thought for a while and said, "Ten yuan is the most."

Sister Zhang hurriedly waved her hand: "No, no, ten yuan is too cheap, such a big one, it's still made of porcelain, maybe it's an antique, isn't it shown on TV every day, it's worth millions."

The woman watched Sister Zhang dangling the vase in her hand. The bottom of the vase almost hit the concrete railing. If she was not careful, she could fall from the second floor and break. It looks like an antique, I'm afraid it's not even sure whether it's porcelain or not, it's almost made of waste plastic.

Sister Zhang lion opened her mouth and doubled it directly: "20 yuan, and I won't sell it for a cent less."

She thought to herself, it's very pitiful that Xiao Rong has lost his love, and she could sell more money to make him happy.

"Miss Zhang, you are too good at bargaining. You can only ask for twenty, why don't you go and rob, twelve, one more point is fine," the woman picked up a towel hanging on the car and wiped her sweat, looking up. He turned his head to Sister Zhang who was standing on the second floor and said, "I'm going to leave if I don't think so. If I think it's okay, just send it down quickly, or throw it to me."

After the woman finished speaking, she walked forward and stretched out her hand: "Throw it down."

Sister Zhang hesitated for a while, but still felt that twelve was too cheap: "Fifteen."

The woman waved her hands: "Forget it, forget it, I'm leaving, I still have a lot of things to do." After speaking, she turned and went to push the electric tricycle.

Sister Zhang came down from the second floor with the vase in her arms, thinking that 15 yuan was okay, but at first they only had [-] yuan.

It's a pity that the woman has already left in an electric tricycle.

Sister Zhang returned to her home with the bottle in her arms, and put it on the cabinet by the door, thinking that she would return it to Rong Zhao when he came back later.

Sister Zhang's husband came back from get off work, carrying a bag of garlic in his hand, walked in and said, "Let's pickle some sweet garlic, I want to eat it."

Sister Zhang was cooking dinner in the kitchen, and while washing the vegetables, she said, "I don't see how much money you earn, you know what to eat when you eat."

"Pickles, kimchi, and capers have already been pickled a lot. There are no extra jars, so don't pickle."

Sister Zhang's husband put the garlic in his hand to the side of the stove, and glanced at his mouth: "You are just lazy, you don't want to do it, why are you making so many excuses?"

Sister Zhang was very upset when she heard that, she put down the kitchen knife in her hand, put her hands on her hips and said loudly: "You should find me an extra jar!"

Sister Zhang's husband turned his head to look around, and pointed to the vase on the ground: "Isn't there a flower pot? As long as the mouth of the bottle can put garlic in it, it can be pickled."

Sister Zhang glanced at it: "It belongs to the tenant, and I have to give it back to someone later. Go out, don't waver in front of my eyes, I will get dizzy when I see lazy people."

Sister Zhang's husband washed his hands well and rolled up his cuffs: "Who is too lazy to do it? If you don't want to do the math, I will do it myself."

After finishing speaking, he poured a bag of garlic into the vegetable sink and began to wash the garlic: "Don't eat it after pickling."

When Rong Zhao came back after dinner, he could hear Sister Zhang and her husband arguing from afar. They often did this, so it was no surprise.

Sister Zhang saw Rong Zhao from the kitchen window, and stopped him: "Xiao Rong, wait a minute, I'll give you the money from the sale and the rest."