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The next morning, Bai Shen yawned and drove the car. When he turned on the engine, he realized that he didn't wear glasses. In fact, his prescription was not high. He only wore them when reading materials with small print.

The off-road vehicle turned into the end of the old street and stopped in front of a cafe.The alley was so narrow that his car blocked the entire road.But because it is at the end and there is no car passing by, Bai Shen does this every time.

The boss was also very cooperative every time, and took the trouble to come out and yell at his car: "Which bastard stops at my door, stop doing business, okay?"

Every time Bai Shen heard him say that, he would be amused, and tried repeatedly.

The boss is a Shanghai man in his thirties named Li Ke. He will provide Bai Shen with information on all the patients he consults, and most of the patients are introduced by him.

Every time they meet, they will make an appointment in advance, because the store does not welcome customers when they meet, and Li Ke seems to be very distressed about the money he did not make, so they meet less and less. If there is nothing to say, even Bai Shen will come to rub Meals are not allowed.

Bai Shen walked up to the second floor with ease, sat down on the carpet, tried to smell it, and asked, "Didn't you cook?"

"Your uncle," Li Ke said, "it's only eight o'clock, why don't I feed you?"

"Alright." After Bai Shen answered, Li Ke didn't move, just looked at him jokingly.

It was only then that Bai Shen suddenly realized his vulgar joke, raised his finger and pointed: "There is the door."

Li Ke smiled and sat down in front of him.

"Seriously, have you seen that Lu Xun?" Li Ke asked.

"See you." Bai Shen casually looked for something to eat on his messy table.

"Amazing, isn't it?" Li Ke raised his eyebrows.

"What's so great?" Bai Shen didn't realize it, he chewed the yogurt bar, and said vaguely: "Oh, a field translator. What's wrong?"

"What's the matter." Li Ke repeated his words, wishing he could raise his fist to punch him in the face, even top double degree students sometimes don't use their brains.

"A lot of his intelligence is valuable."

Bai Shen looked at him, reached out and took another yogurt bar to chew.

"What's the value, isn't the hostage's dialect not standard?"

Li Ke looked at him with loving eyes that hated iron but steel, and raised his fist to hit him.

"Hey man!" Bai Shen called out, "Say it."

"Did you forget to organize the latest project, idiot."

Bai Shen put down the yogurt bar and fell silent.He thought about it, and it seemed that there really was a project for the army to send messages.

"Just to remind you, my Doctor Bai," Li Ke rummaged through the pile of snacks, and threw all the yogurt bars in front of Bai Shen, "You are the main person in charge of this project, and you will be required to do so in three months. Headquarters for a meeting."

Bai Shen was completely silent, he ate all the yogurt sticks without saying a word, and then looked up at him: "I'll leave after eating."

Li Ke expected that he would say this, but he still couldn't help pointing his middle finger: "That's what I said, just pay attention. Go and open the door, I have to make money."

There was no appointment in the morning, so Bai Shen sat in the cafe to eat and drink, occasionally helping to grind coffee and pour some milk or something.

In the afternoon, Bai Shen drove home, thinking about Li Ke's words all the way, and when he got tired, he turned on the radio, which was broadcasting the news of the Syrian civil war. When he heard about the war, he thought of Lu Xun again, and changed the channel seriously.

So Bai Shen listened to Guo Degang's cross talk collection all the way back home, and laughed all the way alone. He thought it sounded good, and went to the audio-visual store to buy a few cross talk discs to put in the car.

After eight o'clock in the morning, Lu Xun stared at Guo Degang and Yu Qian who were still chattering on TV, feeling a little sleepy, and his eyelids were fighting.

"Finally." He sighed, turned off the TV, got under the air-conditioning quilt, and fell asleep on the sofa.

Lu Xun slept until three o'clock in the evening, and woke up hungry. Wearing a T-shirt and shorts, he rummaged through the cabinets at home to find something to eat, but only found two boxes of expired sleeping pills.

He cursed, put on a black peaked cap, lowered the brim of the hat and went out, found a snack bar, picked up the menu, there were few dishes he could recognise, the ones he could recognise were boiled cabbage and the like, which didn’t suit his taste of.

He threw down the menu and cleared his throat, pretending to be sophisticated and shouting: "Boss, the whole pickled eggplant and tiger skin green pepper, and a sauerkraut vermicelli soup."

"Okay." The clerk in the store responded.

Lu Xun heaved a sigh of relief. He couldn't read all the three dishes he just mentioned. For example, "pickled eggplant", he only knew the "zi".

He speaks Chinese well, and he can speak Beijing films very naturally, but he just doesn't work hard and can't read characters.

He has been comforting himself that Chinese characters are so complicated that he can't read them all in his life, so why waste time.

But the real reason, he is very clear.

He can fool anyone, but not himself.

Lu Xun finished eating sullenly, and secretly made up his mind that he still had to learn Chinese characters.

When he returned to the community, he saw a few hooligans making trouble. He usually walked around, but today was different.

"Who the hell told you to draw SpongeBob SquarePants in my car?" He stood up and said suddenly.

The children froze immediately, turned to look at him, and were about to run away.

"Run, I'll give you five seconds." Lu Xun looked down at the crooked and ugly SpongeBob SquarePants, and it took five seconds before he chased them.

He ran surprisingly fast, and it didn't take long to catch one, not to mention a beautiful shoulder throw.

The rest of them turned around when they heard the sound, and Lu Xun saw their formation, picking a group one by one.

The momentum cannot be lost.

He raised his voice and said softly: "I just came out of the cell last month, I don't mind squatting again, but you, if you are interested, I will accompany you to see the world."

A few gangsters surrounded him, and Lu Xun could instantly knock down any one he caught.

"Hey, did I say that the threshold for you bastards is so low?"

Lu Xun was about to deal with the last two, but the two children knelt down directly to him: "Hero, please forgive me, brother, let's recognize you as the eldest brother from now on."

"???" Lu Xun laughed angrily at being teased by them, raised his hand and waved, "Roll."

"Hey, okay." A few punks scrambled and quickly left his sight.

Fortunately, there are few people on this path, otherwise he would have to think that he was bullying the children.

He remembered that when he was in his [-]s, he had already been on the battlefield negotiating with snipers and pilots and foreign kidnappers.

What I was thinking at that time was not fighting or fighting, I was thinking about whether I would be alive when I opened my eyes tomorrow, or more directly thinking about whether the kidnapper would reach out and stab me to death.

After all, in many cases, field translators and field reporters are the best hostage candidates in the eyes of kidnappers.

He smiled, walked up to the car, and took a closer look at SpongeBob SquarePants.

In fact, if you look closely, the painting seems...not bad?

He took the car to the repair shop, and after the paint was sprayed, he winked at the clerk: "The whole authentic SpongeBob SquarePants, just on the door."

"...Okay?" The man replied hesitantly, thinking that this guy's head was kicked by a donkey.

Lu Xun listened to Guo Degang's cross talk all the way and drove the car back to the community. This time, he finally didn't park outside and took SpongeBob SquarePants into the parking lot.

Bai Shen has seen a few patients these days, lying at home and watching a few cross talks by Guo Degang, getting tired and ready to go to bed, and looking at his phone, it is already five o'clock in the afternoon.

It didn't matter, he was no different than a bum when he wasn't working.

There is so-called Wednesday that he suddenly found today.

Bai Shen got up quickly, put on a T-shirt and trousers casually, and went out.He drove all the way to the address written down by Lu Xun, halfway through the drive he was hungry, so he stopped to find a small restaurant to eat.

He found a place to sit down, picked up the menu, and realized that this small restaurant was very strange. Every Chinese character on the menu was marked with pinyin and English translation.

This...couldn't be the canteen for the little flowers of the motherland, right?

He put down the menu and touched his chest. There was no bright red scarf, and the collar of a white T-shirt hung alone on his shoulders, helpless and lonely.

Bai Shen looked around suspiciously, and found that no one was wearing a red scarf, and there was an uncle sitting in the corner with a greasy face on the phone, talking shamelessly.

Maybe he was thinking too much.Bai Shen ordered a few dishes, especially those that were difficult to pick, such as fried pork with garlic sprouts.

After eating and drinking enough, Bai Shen glanced at his phone, it was eight o'clock, and he would be there in half an hour.

He sat back in the car and drove into a community all the way, huh?It seems to be Lu Xun's family?Is running into his house at night the same as having a tryst with a lonely man and a widow at night?If he really wanted to do something, could he beat Lu Xun?

Thinking of this, Bai Shen lowered his head and looked at his body, no problem, even if he can't beat, it should be no problem to tie.

He parked the car in the parking lot of the community, and when he got out of the car, he found a brown off-road vehicle next to him, with a domineering side leak, but who knows which car owner was so nervous that he sprayed SpongeBob SquarePants on the car door.

And SpongeBob is catching jellyfish.

He resisted the urge to kick and walked out of the parking lot, and called Lu Xun.

"Lu Xun, I'm Bai Shen."

"Hello," the other end replied sullenly, "...Which one is Bai Shen?"

? !

It's only been three or four days of hard work, and he has been forgotten.

Bai Shen sighed helplessly: "Bai Tan."

"...Oh!" The other side responded twice as if waking up from a dream.

"I'm in your community." Bai Shen said.

"Unit 1103, [-]. Come here."

Bai Shen hung up the phone, walked into the elevator according to the location he said, the first floor was going up, Bai Shen turned around to face the mirror, and looked at himself.

He has always thought that he looks pretty good, not to mention how handsome, but at least he is clean and upright, and he keeps turning heads when he walks, so he wouldn't turn his face away after sitting opposite each other for two hours a few days ago, right?

9th floor, 10th floor, 11th floor.

With a ding, the elevator door opened, and Lu Xun stood at the elevator entrance, wearing gray clothes and gray trousers, and still wearing a peaked cap with the brim pulled down to block his eyes.

"Come here." His voice was deep and the whole person was very quiet.

Bai Shen found that he was wearing an earring in his right ear, and he tried hard to recall whether he had it on when he saw him last week, but to no avail, he couldn't remember.

He followed him into the door. Lu Xun found a pair of slippers from the shoe cabinet, knelt down and pushed them to Bai Shen's feet: "Change your shoes."

Bai Shen changed his shoes and went in, and found that his house was very simple, the living room was just a sofa, TV and table, the colors were all monochrome, black, white and gray, with a strong atmosphere of being single and boring.

The reason why I say this is because Bai Shen is indeed a sentimental person. He can put all kinds of flowers in his house, and he also raises a golden retriever dog. The walls are painted by himself, and there are murals on the ceiling. Occasionally, when I go back to the auction, I will buy some works of art and put them at home, full of literary and artistic youth.

Until he entered the study with Lu Xun, Bai Shen was even more convinced of his boring nature.

His study room is very large, with a table on a carpet, and the rest of the space is full of black bookshelves, which are basically academic books, without any decorations, and even the lighting is pure white fluorescent lamps.

"Sit on the floor." Lu Xun said, his voice was very low, as if he was using no force. If the room was not very quiet, Bai Shen felt that he would not be able to hear.

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