[Old Paoer] Feibo colleagues - Strangers

When everyone was almost gone, Tan Xiaofei threw off the flashlight in his hand and sat back on the sofa.He took out a cigarette and lit it, and looked up at the closed door of the lounge on the second floor amidst the white smoke.

At this time, Zhang Xiaobo was sitting on the sofa in a daze, wondering how much his precious guitars could sell for.The door was pushed open with a "squeak", and Tan Xiaofei stood leaning against the door frame with a cigarette in his mouth and looked at him.Zhang Xiaobo didn't even bother to lift his eyelids, and continued to think silently in his heart.Haizi has been jealous of his limited-edition faith guitar for a long time, and it shouldn't be a big problem to sell it for five or six thousand.With my own savings plus the refund of the deposit for the small house that I live with Huang Mao now, I can barely make up more than 1 yuan...

"Hello!" Tan Xiaofei suddenly said coldly.

Zhang Xiaobo raised his head impatiently, and saw Tan Xiaofei raised his right hand, and a white pot slid out a long parabola in the air.Zhang Xiaobo subconsciously caught it, spread his hands out and saw that it was a bottle of Yunnan Baiyao.

Zhang Xiaobo was a little surprised. He had a fight with Tan Xiaofei yesterday, and today he was kicked by Zhang Xuejun again. As long as he moved, the lump on his stomach would be pulled so painfully.But what surprised him the most was that Tan Xiaofei, who would even forget to give him a meal, would think of buying him medicine.

"Thank you." Zhang Xiaobo was not pretentious, he raised the medicine in his hand and said to Tan Xiaofei.Then he took off the sweater and sprayed the medicine on the large bruise below the chest.

Standing at the door, Tan Xiaofei saw Zhang Xiaobo lift up his clothes without any scruples, revealing a large piece of white skin and a slender waist, and the moment the cold potion touched his skin, he gasped in shock, With a grinning appearance, his eyes narrowed slightly, and the darkness in his pupils was bottomless.

After spraying the medicine, Zhang Xiaobo looked up and saw Tan Xiaofei was still standing at the door, so he took out his hand from his pocket, shook it at him, and said, "Hey, can you help me find a charger? I want to make a few calls." a phone call."

"Did you think of collecting money only after coming here for three days? Didn't you say that if you want money, you will die?" Tan Xiaofei stood still at the door and said sarcastically.

Zhang Xiaobo paused, lowered his head and said, "I made a mistake earlier, and I apologize to you. Also, don't count on my dad. I know how much he has. I can't make up 10 yuan." Yuan Lai. Instead of counting on him, it’s better for me to figure out a way by myself and make up as much as I can.”

But Tan Xiaofei didn't pick up his words, and suddenly asked nonchalantly: "You seem to despise your father."

Zhang Xiaobo looked at Tan Xiaofei suspiciously, and then said after a while, "Oh, it's not my father, I never had such a father since I was a child."

Ever since Zhang Xiaobo's mother passed away, he has always hated Zhang Xuejun.He always felt that if his father had been there the year his mother had an accident, perhaps his mother would not have died so bleakly and helplessly.What kind of husband is a man who went to prison for his so-called brotherhood, and didn't even stand by his wife and children when they were most helpless and needed him the most?What kind of dad?For this incident, Zhang Xiaobo can remember Zhang Xuejun for the rest of his life!

So later, as soon as the two father and son meet, it's like a match meets a firecracker, and it can explode with just a touch.When Zhang Xiaobo was a child, there was such a scene every day at the entrance of the alley, that is, Zhang Xuejun was waving his slippers and chasing pantingly from the other end of the alley, and yelling at the top of his voice: "Little bastard, if you weren't my son, I would have fucked you Hacked!"

Zhang Xiaobo ran while pulling his tattered schoolbag with a broken shoulder strap, shouting back: "You think I'm willing to be your fucking son! You're so awesome, just hack me to death!"

Trembling with anger, Zhang Xuejun chased all the way to Huaxiazi's door, and Zhang Xiaobo slipped under Huaxiazi's arm like a loach.Chatterbox just stood at the door with a half-smile, and before Zhang Xuejun could catch his breath, he shut him outside with a slam.

In Zhang Xiaobo's impression, Zhang Xuejun is just such a person, running around in the alleys every day, dragging Zhang Xiaobo to live for nothing when he drinks too much, if he is really awesome, he still lives in such a crappy house Open a small shop to survive?

But Tan Xiaofei's thinking was different from Zhang Xiaobo's. Zhang Xuejun's way of reasoning made him feel interesting.He has seen too many spineless people since he was a child. Although those people looked like dogs, for money and power, some nodded and bowed to Tan Junyao, and some knelt down to beg for mercy.Tan Xiaofei looked at these people as if he was looking at a well-dressed dog.

However, Zhang Xuejun was different from them. Although he didn't have a luxury car or fancy clothes, and he couldn't even walk with his back straight, his eyes, which were bulging like fish bubbles, revealed a kind of unambiguous, firm and tenacious light.Maybe this is called the authorities' obsession, Zhang Xiaobo doesn't know how good Zhang Xuejun is, just like he doesn't know how much alike they are in Tan Xiaofei's eyes.

Tan Xiaofei looked at Zhang Xiaobo, and suddenly laughed softly: "Maybe he is not what you think."

"What?" Zhang Xiaobo couldn't react to Tan Xiaofei's nonsensical words.But when he wanted to ask again, Tan Xiaofei had already turned around and went downstairs.

When he heard the noise again, he opened the door and took a look.A box of miscellaneous sauce noodles in a transparent plastic lunch box was quietly placed at the door. In addition to the disposable chopsticks on the box lid, there was also a black charger.Downstairs, Tan Xiaofei's golden sports car has already left the door of the refitting factory.

Zhang Xiaobo plugged in the phone to charge it, watched the screen of the phone turning on slowly, and ate noodles while sucking.Tan Xiaofei didn't know where to buy the noodles, but the taste was quite authentic.

After the phone was turned on, a text message came in with a beep.Zhang Xiaobo put down the noodles in his hand, wiped his hands, took it over and saw that it was from Huang Mao.The content is very simple, only one sentence: "Bo'er, I'm sorry!"

Zhang Xiaobo looked at the date suspiciously. This message was sent yesterday.Huang Mao usually looks carefree and straightforward, not like the kind of nagging person, why did he suddenly send such an unpredictable text message?

Zhang Xiaobo was not in the mood to eat, so he called Huang Mao back with his mobile phone.But after calling several times, a mechanical female voice always came from the other end of the phone: "Sorry, the number you dialed is out of service area or has been turned off, please try again later."

Zhang Xiaobo had no choice but to call Heizi. Heizi was the bartender he knew when he sang in Black Mirror. He and Huang Mao played well with him and Huang Mao. If anything happened to Huang Mao, he would know.

Heizi answered the phone quite quickly, and as soon as he connected, he yelled, "Oh my god, isn't this Xiaobo! Have you been released?"

Zhang Xiaobo was a little embarrassed, his little shit was probably spread all over the world, and he didn't know how to laugh at himself, so he laughed dryly and said, "Not yet..."

"Not yet?!" Heizi asked in surprise, then paused on the other end of the phone, and asked hesitantly, "Bo'er, you are looking for me because you want to borrow money from me, right? You know that, Brother, I have eaten my last meal, and there is a prodigal girl in the family who wants to raise, you will not borrow from anyone, brother, will you?"

Zhang Xiaobo didn't want to borrow money from others, but it was harsh to listen to it. When you are free, you can hook up with you and call you brothers and sisters. It's really difficult. People and you are just short of drawing a border between Chuhe and Han.Zhang Xiaobo said impatiently, "I don't want to borrow money from you, you're as anxious as a grandson."

"Bo'er, it's not that brothers and I are not righteous, it's just that these days, who can you trust?" Heizi snorted on the other end of the phone, and immediately became poor again. Girl, you are the only one who has a master, why do you recite it like that! Besides, you are also a black hand, if you don’t drive a car, you can row a Ferrari Enzo, you Enough courage! I, call you Bo Erye!"

"Heizi! Can you stop being poor?" Zhang Xiaobo really didn't want to listen to this man if he had something to do, "Ask you something!"

"As long as you don't borrow money, you can talk about it!"

"Has Huang Mao been to the bar these days? Why can't he call him? Could something be wrong?"

"Yellow hair?" Heizi on the other end of the phone was stunned for a moment, "What could happen to my grandson, didn't he hang out in the bar last night?"

Zhang Xiaobo breathed a sigh of relief when he heard that Huang Mao was fine, and his tone became more relaxed: "Then why did this grandson suddenly send me a nagging text message, saying sorry, I thought he committed suicide!"

"Hey." Heizi laughed dryly on the other side and stopped talking.

But his reaction made Zhang Xiaobo feel that something was wrong. Usually, Heizi's poor mouth made people want to sew it up for him, but now it was rare that he didn't make fun of him. Zhang Xiaobo asked vigilantly: "Heizi, do you have something to hide? with me?"

Heizi was silent for a long time, and finally said: "The grandson of the yellow-haired man is really dishonest, Bo'er, you should just recognize him as a person."

"What happened?" Zhang Xiaobo instantly had a bad premonition.

"Bo'er, I really can't tell you about this. You'd better go back and see for yourself. I'll hang up if you have nothing to do, the bar is busy!" Before Zhang Xiaobo could speak, he hung up the phone with a "click". up.

Zhang Xiaobo stared at the slowly dimming screen in a daze. After thinking about it, he finally grabbed his coat from the sofa and jumped out of the window again.

Maybe God thinks Zhang Xiaobo is not good enough to memorize, when he opened the door of the small apartment that he and Huang Mao rented, he was still stunned by the scene inside.The whole house has been evacuated long ago. In the living room, the TV and computer used by Huang Mao to play games, and even the clothes piled on the sofa have all disappeared. In the empty room, there are only a few wooden table.

Zhang Xiaobo rushed to his room and took a look. His room seemed to be swept by a hurricane. His clothes and books were thrown all over the floor, and his precious guitars were all gone...

When Tan Xiaofei found Zhang Xiaobo, Zhang Xiaobo was sitting slumped on the curb at the gate.His entire face was hidden in the shadow of the hat of the sweater, and Tan Xiaofei knew that it was his self-defense.

Tan Xiaofei drove the car to his side, rolled down the window: "Hey, didn't you say to find money to compensate me? Did you find it?"

Zhang Xiaobo raised his head and saw Tan Xiaofei shaking his mobile phone in front of him. On it was a text message he had sent to him: "I'm going out to find money." Zhang Xiaobo's eyes ached.

Zhang Xiaobo pulled off his hat, looked at Tan Xiaofei and said softly, "If I were to be sold to you, how much do you think it would be worth?"

Tan Xiaofei was stunned. Zhang Xiaobo's usually big black and white eyes seemed to be shrouded in a thick layer of smog.He had never seen such a gloomy expression on Zhang Xiaobo's face, as if he had lost the whole world...