The wicked have their own evil

In the afternoon of the second day, just as Zhang Chi dragged the car back to the factory, his sweat was like rain, soaking his vest.

He wiped the sweat from his forehead, looked down at the time, and frowned slightly.He took a deep breath, went back to his residence, took a shower, changed into a cool set of clothes, and then walked slowly to the restaurant.

It was just before six o'clock when he arrived, still 15 minutes short.

There were quite a lot of people coming to this Cantonese restaurant. When he looked inside, he could only see a sea of ​​people. It was full of people, and he really couldn't find a vacant seat.He scratched his head, walked over and asked the waiter, and she took him directly to the middle room.

This kind of medium room can seat about fifteen people, and it would be a bit wasteful if there were only the two of them.

Zi Tong had been sitting waiting for him long ago, and when the door opened, he looked up and saw Zhang Chi.

Zhang Chi frowned, walked over, and saw several dishes on the table, all of which were to his liking.

Zitong said, "Sit down."

Zhang Chi only glanced at it, then stretched out his hand, "Bracelet."

Zitong said: "Sit down first, I've ordered food for you, what else do you want to eat?"

Zhang Chi seemed to be thinking about something before sitting down.

Zitong smiled, handed him the recipe, and asked, "What else do you want to eat?"

"whatever."

"Okay." Zitong nodded.

Zhang Chi said in a deep voice, "Bracelet."

Zitong looked at him, blinked, and said after a while, "I forgot to bring it."

Zhang Chi: "..."

Zitong looked down at the menu, calmly.

Zhang Chi was amused, "You're playing with me."

"I came in a hurry today, I really forgot." Zi Tong's voice was very soft, but he sounded very serious, which made Zhang Chi's heart ablaze.

He slapped the table with one hand and stood up abruptly, intending to turn around and leave, but Zitong grabbed his wrist.

"The dishes are here, let's finish eating before leaving."

Zhang Chi felt that the strength of his wrist was neither light nor heavy. If he could shake it, he could shake it away. He looked at Zitong with calm eyes, and suddenly laughed out loud.

"I thought I was a rascal enough back then. I haven't seen you for three years. You are still young and out of blue."

Zi Tong sat very well, and did not refute his words, his eyebrows and eyes were drooped, his facial features were cold, and he looked hesitant.

Zhang Chi squinted, his appearance hadn't changed for three years, and time hadn't left any marks on his face.On the other hand, after three years in prison, my eyelids became a little rougher.

Zitong said, "Sit down first, let's talk."

Zhang Chi pressed his upper teeth, and said word by word: "I thought you had already chatted with me a few days ago."

Zi Tong pursed his lips, "If I didn't find an excuse, why would you come out to eat with me?" He said softly, "I just want you to have a meal with me."

Zhang Chi: "..."

Zitong called him again: "Zhang Chi."

He glanced at him, then turned his head away.

"Your taste is the same as before, right?"

Zhang Chi paused for a while, then suddenly smiled, "After I get out of prison, my tastes have changed."

"Oh." Zitong said calmly, "Then you have to try it, maybe you still like it, and you don't hate it anyway."

When he spoke, his eyes were clear and he looked at him intently.

Zhang Chi was stared at a little impetuously, he was considering whether to leave here altogether.

"Don't you even want to see me now?" Zitong asked, "Are you afraid of me?"

Zhang Chi lowered his eyebrows, "What am I afraid of you?"

Zitong smiled, "Afraid...of being soft-hearted?"

Zhang Chi sneered: "What the hell are you talking about?"

Zitong pursed her lips and said softly: "The bracelet is your lifelong partner that your mother told you. If we really reach the day when we can't save it, I will return it to you and return everything to you."

Zhang Chi was silent for a while, then slowly said: "Brother Hua once asked me, if you come back, can we go back to the past," he suddenly pulled his lips, "I said, three years ago is not now, everything is different. It happened, how can we go back to the past, isn't that a slap in the face for me three years ago?"

When Zitong put the chopsticks down, they collided with the bowl and made a sound.

Zhang Chi was quiet for a while, and continued: "Sometimes it really hurts to slap me, I'm afraid I'll get it a second time."

Zitong's heart trembled, and his voice was bitter and astringent: "Sometimes you make me feel that my heart is made of stone."

There was no smile in Zhang Chi's eyes, "Thank you."

Zitong rolled his throat: "The food is cold."

Zhang Chi glanced at him, "I really don't like food, you can eat it yourself."

After he finished speaking, he turned his head and left without saying a word.

Zhang Chi walked out the door and suddenly gasped a few times. He thought he would at least feel a little happy after he finished speaking.

No.

All he had was some unknown heaviness on his chest, and then slowly flowing down to his eyes, bringing some sadness.

-

It was not yet eight o'clock when Zhang Chi returned to the garage.A group of men crowded around a table, not knowing what they were looking at.

He walked over quickly, just in time to see Zhang Tao showing a round face.

"What are you doing?" Zhang Chi asked.

Zhang Tao wrote and said, "I'm writing an invitation card." She handed the list to Zhang Chi, and said, "All the names I wrote are here, bro, take a look, are there any omissions?"

Zhang Chi sat down and looked casually. Suddenly, he stopped.

"Zitong?"

Zhang Tao bit her lower lip, hesitated for a while, and said, "I don't know very many people, so I write down all the people I know."

Although Zhang Tao's mind was not spinning fast, but based on the subtle insight of the past few days, the relationship between Zhang Chi and him always made her feel strange.

"Then..." She observed Zhang Chi's expression, and said cautiously, "Brother, what do you think, is there anything you are not satisfied with?"

Zhang Chi glanced at her indifferently, and handed the list back to her, "You asked me what to do, this is your wedding."

Zhang Tao stammered, "No, I..."

"Anyway, don't ask me about this kind of thing." Zhang Chi turned his head and asked Shen Hua, "Brother Hua, what else can you do?"

Shen Hua pointed to the inside, "The blue Mercedes has a problem with the steering wheel, and it can't turn. You fix it and go back to rest."

"Row."

Zhang Chi got up, patted his pants, and walked in.

The other brothers all dispersed, leaving only Shen Hua and Zhang Tao.

Zhang Tao stopped writing, bit her lip and looked at Zhang Chi's back, then turned her head to look at Shen Hua, and asked hesitantly: "Brother Hua, do you think I should invite him?"

Shen Hua smiled faintly, "This is your wedding, you can decide for yourself."

Zhang Tao asked a question that had puzzled her for several days, "Have you had any conflicts before, or, do you hate him?"

Shen Hua paused for a while, then shook his head, "I don't hate him, but something happened a few years ago." He gently pulled his lips, and advised, "But don't ask him directly."

"Do I dare?" Zhang Tao whispered: "Sometimes he gets aggressive, and I'm afraid."