Don't secretly shoot women's clothing gangsters

Ding Zile went out without having dinner when he got off work in the evening.The police station where Zhou Xun works is not far from his work unit. It takes about ten minutes to walk there.

"The penetrating power is good." Ding Zile covered his ears, but at least his eardrums were not broken.

"It's hard to catch anyone of these trash." Zhou Xun rubbed his stomach, "My liver hurts with anger."

"You rubbed your stomach." Ding Zile corrected.

"Can you have a sense of humor." Zhou Xun smiled and waved, "Come in."

The police station in the district occupies a small area. There is only one building and a small playground in total. When I entered the house, I felt that the wind whistling around my ears was much less.Ding Zile looked left and right, it seemed that it was no different from the last time he came, it was a very busy place.

"Your brother brought several packages over and said one was for you, but he forgot." Zhou Xun opened the small refrigerator—Ding Zile was surprised that he still had such a luxurious and corrupt thing—from inside. Get out a bag.

"What is this?" Ding Zile was curious.

"Look for yourself." Zhou Xun shook his hand and asked him to pick it up.

What Ding Zile admires most about his mother is that she can completely ignore the season and make something very special.For example, he holds a bag of zongzi in his hand.

"Half a year has passed since the Dragon Boat Festival." Ding Zile said in surprise, "Where did you get these zong leaves?"

"How do I know." Zhou Xun smiled, "When I took it out, I thought I had time-traveled."

It is quite timeless.Ding Zile weighed it, and it was quite heavy. He hasn't eaten much rice dumplings this year, so he didn't expect to make up for it at this time.

Probably my mother's magical telepathy is at work.

"That's it?" Ding Zile pulled a chair and sat down, "I thought it was at least the lo mei from last time. It seems that my mother's love for me is really decreasing day by day."

"You don't like the ones my mother brought me." Zhou Xun said helplessly, "I have mooncakes here, do you want them?"

Ding Zile was frightened: "Forget it! The mooncakes will grow green hairs by now!"

"My mother just made it herself." Zhou Xun added with a smile, "Egg yolk lotus paste."

Ding Zile suddenly understood why their mothers could maintain their comradeship for so many years. Most likely it was because they had the miraculous habit of making moon cakes and wrapping zongzi all year round.

"Let me exchange it with you." Ding Zile took out a zongzi, "I will exchange you a moon cake."

"No problem." Zhou Xun took out another piece of cake from the refrigerator.

Zhou Xun is quite an interesting person, but it is a pity that he is too busy with work, and it is very difficult to get together to chat for a day or so.And it basically requires Ding Zile to visit in person.

"It would be great if my mother could make mooncakes sometime." Ding Zile looked at the rice dumplings with some helplessness. If there is no accident, the bread inside will always be peanuts and egg yolks, and the number of peanuts inside will not be less than one.

"It doesn't make any difference." Zhou Xun shook the kettle and poured himself a glass of plain water, "Anyway, there are only so many things for so many years, very firm and simple love."

"I've been thinking about a question, maybe your body is your mouth?" Ding Zile smiled, maybe the work is too trivial and boring, so I can't help but say something.Or just say nothing at all.

"I am such a good single young man." Zhou Xun sighed, "My mother sent me a message this time, asking me to go home for a blind date at the end of the year."

Ah, blind date.Ding Zile leaned back involuntarily when he heard this.

Is it coming to the season when all things are revived and the little animals...

Otherwise, this winter just took the lead, why is everyone rushing to go on a blind date now?

Not everyone, just Qian Cheng and Zhou Xun... Ding Zile counted on his fingers, almost everyone in his life.

"Picture." Ding Zile squinted his eyes, "According to our habits there, it's probably looking for someone with a good butt to give birth to, and it's best to give you a series of sons."

"Come on." Zhou Xun waved his hand, "It's nothing." After a pause, he glanced at Ding Zile, "I heard from your brother, you don't plan to get married anymore?"

"Ah." Ding Zile felt that the news spread quite quickly.He just said that to his mother, and then Zhou Xun knew.Everyone knew it was Ding Ziyue's little speaker.

"Strange?" Ding Zile knocked on the coffee table, signaling Zhou Xun to pour some more water.

"No." Zhou Xun added water diligently, "You don't look like an ordinary person."

"I felt a faint mockery."

"No." Zhou Xun pointed to his eyes, "Look at my sincere eyes."

After a while, Zhou Xun said again: "I'm just asking, it doesn't mean anything...you and the kid from before?"

Ding Zile was stunned for a moment, and Zhou Xun met Qian Cheng once, and didn't say much. He might not know everyone on the road, but he was basically a stranger. He didn't expect him to think of this.

If Zhou Xun could think of it, then probably Ding Ziyue could too.Or maybe this is what Ding Ziyue told him in a big way.

After all, they are familiar with each other now.

"He's not," Ding Zile said after a pause, "But I'm like this because of him."

Zhou Xun had a lot of ideas before, the most likely is that Ding Zile denied it and then beat him back, and then the two continued to drink boiled water and chat, and this paragraph just passed.

However, Ding Zile did not.Zhou Xun looked at him a little surprised, but after all, he was well-informed and finally calmed down: "Don't you think you are too impulsive?"

impulse.Yes, very impulsive.There is nothing yet, so he blocked his own way in such a hurry.

"I'm just saying I'm not getting married anymore." Ding Zile said, "All of you are quick to make up your mind."

"I don't care about you." Zhou Xun added some water conscientiously, "Your mother was hit hard."

"It seems that my brother is really familiar with you now." Ding Zile said with a smile, "I will tell you everything."

Zhou Xun didn't speak, and after a while he said: "Then you..."

"I haven't thought about it yet." Ding Zile sighed, "If I know something about his thoughts, I don't need to do this."

"Do you want me to help you?" Zhou Xun smiled, "It's very convenient to check something."

"Don't use public power for private use." Ding Zile squinted at him, "Although I really want to do this."

Zhou Xun is a good buddy.There is no nonsense, and there is no fuss, rushing forward to convey any philosophy of life to him.When the topic was about to change, Zhou Xun still added: "Anyway, you have to be careful."

"I know." Ding Zile finished drinking the water, "Going out to eat?"

"Okay," Zhou Xun also stood up, "but I won't see you off for a while."

"Say it as if you sent me off sometime."

Ding Zile walked back against the wind, his face was very calm, and the wind could not make any waves in his head.Surprisingly, Zhou Xun would ask such a question, and he would answer it like this.

Zhou Xun is a good friend. He doesn't have many friends, and he is alone most of the time. His personality has gradually changed over the past few years, but after all, he is not a teenager, so there will be fewer and fewer people around him.

Qian Cheng can be regarded as an accident.Ding Zile still can't figure out why he is so interested in such a person.

Maybe it's because they're different.Qian Cheng has such a strong sense of presence, even though he is silly from time to time, all this is actually quite pleasant to Ding Zile.

The question becomes interesting.

When Qian Cheng was still a long way from the community, he saw a small hairy group. When he got closer, he realized that it was a child. He still knew this child.

"Taotao?" Qian Cheng was glad that he still remembered the name of this little meat ball. Before he could recover, the child hit his knee very solidly.

"Can you say hello in a more tactful way?" Qian Cheng's knees almost gave way, but he picked up the kid anyway, and asked his chubby face, "What's wrong? You're not going home?"

Little Taotao didn't talk much, Qian Cheng saw that he was dressed normally and his face hadn't been beaten, so he took him into the community and asked him to contact his family to pick up the child when Ding Zile came back.

"Are you hungry? What do you want to eat?" Qian Cheng opened the door and let the child in. He is not very good at dealing with children, but it seems that he has always been liked by children.

"Not hungry." The little guy climbed onto the sofa with ease, staring at the potted plants on the coffee table.

"Ah, this is grass." Qian Cheng had no choice but to sit over and introduce to the child, "This is Huahua."

Taotao nodded: "Flowers and plants."

Then Qian Cheng was speechless.Kindergarten should be over by this time... Is this kid in kindergarten?Qian Cheng was a little unsure, but still sent a message to Ding Zile, telling him to come back to save the situation.

"Tell a story." Taotao yawned and said.

"Okay." Qian Cheng got up and went to the room to get the album, "Wait a minute."

When Ding Zile opened the door and entered the room, he felt that he probably had an illusion of a hard-working father coming home from get off work to see his wife and children in harmony.

Of course, the next second he returned to normal.

"What's going on?" He saw the text message on the road, and instantly forgot about the important matter of thinking about life. He called Bai Junli, a confused mother, and turned off the phone.

"I don't know." Qian Cheng had almost finished flipping through half of the picture album, and was still worried about whether he had to make up a paragraph by himself, "Has his mother been in contact?"

"No." Ding Zile shook his head, "I called his dad and I'll pick it up later."

"No." Taotao was very firm.

"What's the matter?" Qian Cheng lowered his head and looked at Xiao Roudun, "You don't want to go home?"

"If you don't want to, you have to be willing." Ding Zile frowned, "We can't take care of it."

"I can't." Qian Cheng pinched Taotao's face, "But a child is not an item that you can throw away casually. They have ideas, so you have to understand."

Ding Zile obviously didn't have that much time, nor was he in such a good mood to understand something.

"Is there anything to eat?" Qian Cheng asked, "I should be hungry soon."

"No... eat this." Ding Zile sighed, raised the bag in his hand, "My mother brought it here."

The small cauldron boiled, bubbling and bubbling.

"Can you come down?" Qian Cheng asked with difficulty, "It will be eaten soon."

"You can't spoil a child like this." Ding Zile added another stream of water, "You let him down, and you will be paralyzed when you turn around."

Taotao reached out and touched Qian Cheng's neck, and Qian Cheng put him down.

A five-year-old child is so heavy... He swung his arms, which was simply physical work.Now some mothers hold their children when they have nothing to do, and it seems that their arms are amazing.

What surprised him more than the child's weight was naturally what Ding Zile brought back.

"Your mother is such a unique woman." Qian Cheng watched Ding Zile skillfully tear apart the leaves of the zongzi, "How did you get these leaves?"

"I want to know too." Ding Zile took a chopstick, poked it into the rice dumpling, and handed it to Taotao, "Hold it, be careful not to burn it."

"Is there any sauce?" Qian Cheng pushed forward.

"Yes, there are both sweet and spicy tomatoes. It's in the cabinet." Ding Zile continued to peel the zongzi.

Under normal circumstances, he would never eat such a thing.He liked to eat it when he was a child, but after so many years, his taste has of course changed.

But my mother is still very persistent in making dumplings of this taste for him.

When people get older, it is really difficult to change with each passing day.

"Let me tell you," Qian Cheng tremblingly returned to the table with a plate of sauce, "you must eat rice dumplings with sweet and spicy sauce..."

"Who said that?" Ding Zile glanced at him, "It's delicious without sauce."

"You try it." Qian Cheng suddenly wanted to eat this way with Amway, "It's unique."

Ding Zile glanced at him, took his dumpling skewer, and carefully dipped a corner.

Eating zongzi can have so many dramas, Ding Zile subconsciously dipped in the sauce again, staring at the phone, waiting for the news of the missing child's parents.

If you don't count the traffic jam outside, Ding Zixing arrived very late.The doorbell rang when the two adults and the children started hiccupping after eating zongzi.

"What's going on, brother." Ding Zile straightened Taotao's clothes, "Let the child run around, be careful not to be targeted by traffickers."

"I know, today is a special situation." Ding Zixing's face was tired, "His mother has returned to her mother's house."

"Huh?" Ding Zile stared at him for a few seconds.

"We had a quarrel." Ding Zixing gave up his disguise and said, "Now I'm taking Taotao with me."

"It shouldn't be like this." Ding Zile patted Taotao's head, but said to the adults, "Coax your wife back first, and no matter what, don't lose your home."

"En." Ding Zixing nodded, bent down and said to his son, "Come on, Taotao, say goodbye to uncle."

When Ding Zile returned to the house, Qian Cheng had already washed the dishes very virtuously, which made him very relieved.

"Not bad, I can't help but praise you." Ding Zile slumped down on the sofa, "How long has Taotao been here today? Did it delay you?"

"Well, it's okay." Qian Cheng looked at his watch, "I have to go out for a while, and I have to deliver something to someone. I have set a time."

deliver goods?Ding Zile didn't understand what this meant for a while.

"I made some small things to sell. Isn't Christmas coming?" Qian Cheng said with a smile, "I'm going to send it to the university."

Qian Cheng didn't say that Ding Zile didn't even remember Christmas.

"Do you need help?" Ding Zile asked.

"It would be hypocrisy for me to say that I don't need it." Qian Cheng smiled, "There are a lot of things, I want to take a taxi there."

Ding Zile didn't have a chance to enter Qian Cheng's room. When Qian Cheng led him into the room, he was still a little shocked.What shocked him wasn't the decoration of the room, after all, even older single young men couldn't play tricks... It was the overwhelming boxes that filled the rest of the room to the brim.

"You want to bring so many things?" Ding Zile opened his mouth after a long time, "I'm afraid you need to take a truck."

"No, just these three boxes," Qian Cheng said, "There is still a week left, and we have arranged the time to pick up the goods in batches."

"Okay," Ding Zile sighed, "Move downstairs, don't take a taxi, I have it."

Ding Zile's existence would always surprise Qian Cheng, for example, he didn't know that this guy actually had a car until he had known him for several months.

It can be seen that there are regular cleanings, at least for now it still looks good-looking and not ashamed, but he has hardly seen Ding Zile drive, so when he saw the car, he still felt that he was probably in a dream.

"I bought it and put it away," Ding Zile opened the trunk, "It's rare that it will come in handy."

Also, there are as many cars now as college graduates. If you drive for 10 minutes, you may have to spend 10 minutes to find a parking space.It seems that Ding Zile's purchase of a car is also the result of impulsive consumption.

Qian Cheng followed the example of kindness, moved the things into the trunk, and sat in the co-pilot with mixed feelings.

He really likes cars, and he doesn't know why, the small compartment can give him a sense of security, and he can control his own direction and speed when driving.

He likes the feeling that everything is under control.

"I'm in a very complicated mood right now." When the car slowly drove out of the underground parking lot, Qian Cheng rolled up the window and sighed exaggeratedly.

"What's the matter?" Ding Zile drove the car and slowly followed the traffic. He hadn't driven for a long time, so he was a little nervous when he suddenly went on the road.

"Tell us, we look the same." Qian Cheng leaned back in the chair, sitting comfortably. He glanced at the steering wheel and saw a small shiny car logo, "Live in the same room." , the unit is similar, but in fact, the difference is a hundred and eight thousand miles away."

"Because of this car?" At the red light ahead, Ding Zile braked and turned to look at him, "Or something else."

"All of them." Qian Cheng said with a smile, "It's a very unique story that a rich roommate drove me to sell goods in a luxury car."

"Isn't this common in many romance novels and TV dramas?" The car ahead moved, and Ding Zile drove for a while, "The rich second generation blindly fell in love with the poor heroine, so this and that, let's go."

"You understand very well." Qian Cheng glanced at him.

"Well, after reading the book a hundred times, you will see the truth." Ding Zile nodded, "I forgot to remind you to fasten your seat belt."