Wishing Restaurant didn't want to explode

School will start tomorrow, and Ji Peng, a teenager in his prime, is full of sadness.

He decided to comfort himself with a good supper.

When he came to Liao Kee restaurant by familiar ways, the young man was shocked when he looked up:

"Why haven't you left yet?!"

Zhi Zhi, who was buried in typing, said triumphantly, "I'm a senior!"

Senior students focus on internships and writing papers, and the school does not force them to return to school.

write thesis?

In a restaurant? !

Ji Peng looked at her computer screen curiously, and saw a line of large characters:

"On the Advantages and Disadvantages of the Prevalence of Modern Network Multimedia to the Development of the Physical Catering Industry"

Ji Peng: "..."

I am speechless!

It was late at night and the lights were on.

Countless flying insects fluttered under the dim streetlights, like flowing halos, constantly making tiny impacting sounds.

After get off work, after school, after school, the restaurant that had been empty for half a day was filled again with all kinds of diners.

Unload the tiredness of the whole day, order a few favorite delicacies, and chat with fellow foodies.

Talk about interesting things during the day, and talk about the pressure of life.

During the day, they may be business giants in charge of one party;

It may be Party B who is conscientious and obedient;

It may also be that you are burdened with a mortgage and a car loan, and there are old and young overtime dogs...

But at Liao Kee Restaurant, all the unpleasantness seems to disappear magically.

A small restaurant, for these tired travelers on the road of life, build a corner where you can relax.

There is no need to play any music, the sound of clinking pots and pans in the back kitchen, the sound of hot oil pouring into the pot, the chatter and laughter of diners in the lobby...

Both are the most smoky movements.

"Hey, boss, hasn't that elder brother Sun been here for a long time?" Uncle Song asked suddenly while drinking.

The elder brother Sun he was talking about was the old man who scavenged waste. It was only after we got to know each other that his surname was Sun, and he was a few years older than him and old man Li.

Liao Chu rang the bell, asked Guan Wenjing to serve, and blurted out, "Today is the sixth day."

Ok?

He froze for a moment, why did he remember so clearly?

Once the interval exceeds three days, the memory of normal people will start to be confused, but he didn't count them at all.

Shouldn't...

Before the system prompted to generate a rare buff, he slept very well that night, and he was full of energy for the next few days.

I feel that my body is in better condition and my mind is clearer.

Two days ago, he was still thinking, was it an illusion?But now it seems that it may be true.

"binggo!" The system suddenly went online.

Liao Chu found it incredible, "But shouldn't this kind of buff be applied to the wisher?"

He didn't make a wish.

"No," the system said sternly, "The buff target will be determined according to the wishes of the wisher."

As long as the will is firm and pious enough, it is not impossible to act on the enemy.

Liao Chu was even more surprised.

Someone pray for me?

why?

"May I know who it is?"

"It doesn't have that function." After all, for the system, the only thing that matters is the host and the result. As for who did it...does it matter?

Liao Chu suddenly felt that this system was a bit tasteless.

"I said, why do you feel like someone is missing?"

Aunt Zhao suddenly realized.

Uncle Sun?

Zhizhi looked blankly at Ji Peng who was sharing the table.

The black-skinned boy explained a few words in a low voice.

Zhizhi was a little surprised, and when he looked at Liao Chu and the diners again, his eyes were a little more complicated.

Celebrity chefs, musicians, bosses, white-collar workers, students, scavenger men...these types of people, who should be distinct, are strangely integrated.

Under this corner of the roof, it seems that everything can be accommodated.

Although Uncle Sun didn't come often and didn't talk much after he came, he seemed to have an amiable aura. Occasionally, anyone who was upset would talk to him, and he was never upset.

It's as if, as if he is really everyone's grandfather, very reliable.

"Oh, he is so old, and he lives alone again, so what happened?"

As soon as this remark came out, the store was suddenly quiet.

Aunt Zhao quickly took out her mobile phone, "Let's stop guessing, I'll call the street office."

Speaking of which, after knowing each other for so many days, everyone still doesn't know what Uncle Sun's name is.

He didn't say anything, just smiled and shook his head.

"Hey, hello, I want to ask, on our street, there is an old man named Sun who often carries a snakeskin bag to pick up empty bottles. He is tall and thin. Oh yes, the one who seems to have a scar on his head...

That's right, that's him. I want to ask, where has he been recently?Are you feeling unwell?Long time no see him... huh? ! "

Everyone unconsciously stopped what they were doing and listened to Aunt Zhao talking on the phone, and then saw her face change suddenly.

Everyone thumped in their hearts and looked at each other, seeing worry on each other's faces.

After a while, Aunt Zhao hung up the phone, a little sadness appeared on her normally smiling face.

"The old man... is gone." Her eyes were blushing.

Everyone in the restaurant was stunned.

gone?

died?

How is it possible?

Chi Jiajia was stunned and said, "Just, didn't you feel good just a few days ago? Everyone celebrated their birthday together..."

It's all right, why...

Aunt Zhao wiped the corners of her eyes, "The people from the street office just found out the day before yesterday. They said they found the hospital's diagnosis report a few months ago, and it was an advanced stage of liver cancer."

Uncle Sun is one of the relatively few low-income households in this area. He has no relatives and friends, and he doesn't communicate with others at ordinary times, so he lives in a dilapidated old house by himself.

A few days ago, people from the street office went to give him the subsistence allowance and rice noodles. After entering, they found that the person was gone.

Later volunteers helped sort out the relics, and unexpectedly found a stack of donation certificates and a volunteer medal.

No one would have thought that this old man who lived from picking up bottles from the street to the end of the street every day was once a brave PLA soldier, and the scar on his head was obtained when he fought the devil with a bayonet.

Later, he was seriously injured and discharged from the army, and he never asked the government for anything.

But even under such difficult conditions, he still donated more than 7 yuan one after another...

The weather has been hot and humid recently. When Uncle Sun was found, the condition of his body was not very good. The staff of the street office immediately arranged for the cremation to be restrained, and it had already been placed in the cemetery yesterday.

No one expected that after only a few days of seeing each other, such a result would be ushered in.

Guoguo tugged at the corner of Liao Chu's clothes, half understanding, "Did Grandpa fly away?"

Liao Chu touched her head, "Yes."

Tears welled up in the little girl's eyes, and she hugged his waist and began to cry, "No, don't want grandpa to fly away..."

Children at this age have no clear concept of death, but flying away means that they will never see each other again.

This is simply the saddest thing in life.

She likes that grandpa.

Every time he looked at himself, he was very kind and kind, and he would give himself sweet apricots and peaches.

Guoguo was heartbroken. Hearing that the old man would live in a small house after flying away, she insisted on going to see it.

Liao Chu also wanted to send off that ordinary and extraordinary old man.

Early the next morning, Liao Chu cut two dishes of Uncle Sun's favorite lo-mei during his lifetime, and made two kinds of tofu rice with tofu stuffed with meat and shallots mixed with tofu, and put them in a big food box.

The old man was innocent and upright before his death, so I think he would like it.

When doing this, Liao Chu couldn't help but sigh.

When Uncle Sun came to eat longevity noodles that day, he already knew that his time was numbered, right?

I don't know how the old man felt at that time...

Last night, he carefully sorted out the guests on the day when the rare BUFF was spawned. After all the calculations, it is most likely that they are all Mr. Sun.

It's just that since he made a wish, why didn't he pray for his health to get better?

Perhaps the idea that there is no cure for terminal illness is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, and he never thought that a miracle would happen.

But when making wishes for others, the old man's heart is so pious...

"that……"

Zhizhi looked at the empty restaurant, feeling a little confused.

Liao Chu said: "Sorry, we are closed today."

Zhi Zhi quickly shook his head, "I've already had dinner at the hotel, just...I want to see off that Uncle Sun too, is that okay? I called a car and I'll just follow you later, I won't bother you at all."

In fact, she didn't know why she came here.

Logically, she has nothing to do with that Uncle Sun.

Liao Chu was a little surprised.

Only then did he notice that the other party had changed into a white dress.

This girl should like red very much, right?If I remember correctly, her skirt, backpack and even her computer and mobile phone were all hot red yesterday.

Both the nephew and uncle changed into black and white plain clothes, and put a sign on the gate saying that they are closed for business today.

Turning around, I saw that Aunt Zhao was also dressed in black, with red eyes.

Both sides were stunned when they saw each other's clothes, and nodded slightly.

"Take my car." Liao Chu said.

Aunt Zhao thanked her, and when she sat in the back seat, her expression was still a little dazed.

"Old man... well, it's true that good people don't live long."

Guoguo, who was always lively, was also languid, her facial features drooping, and she asked after a while, "Where do you want to go after you fly away?"

In just one month, she had already experienced the death of two people, and her young heart already had a feeling that was not suitable for her age.

Liao Chu thought for a while, "Maybe it's in the sky."

Who knows.

After hearing this, Guoguo tried to look out the car window.

Can Grandpa Sun see Guoguo?

Guoguo and Uncle are going to see you!

I thought there might be no one there, but I never expected that the guards of the cemetery were even more surprised than Liao Chu and the others:

"Which important person is missing?"

Why are there so many people here?

But if he is really a big shot, he shouldn't be buried in such a remote cemetery...

The regular customers of Liao Kee Restaurant are all here, and there are many unknown ones.

Everyone's hands are empty:

Some are a few fruits, some are a handful of chrysanthemums, some are a cigarette...

At this special time and place, many strangers who did not know each other gathered together and talked in a low voice.

And through these small fragments, a life that has begun to dissipate becomes clear again in everyone's mind.

Like a dilapidated and old picture scroll, although it may not be exquisite, it is so moving.

Before that, no one knew that the simple old man who picked up waste had done so many things during his lifetime:

How can he not be afraid of being dirty or tired during the rainstorm, so as to clear the blocked sewer;

He also acted righteously when a child was almost abducted, and dragged it until the police came...

Maybe he hasn't done many earth-shattering feats, but these piles together have created a mountain that is admirable.

How afraid of causing trouble to others, he has no children in his life, and never asks anyone for mercy.

Even after he was diagnosed with cancer, he never sought help from the government. Instead, he scavenged desperately and bought himself a small, unremarkable cemetery.

He is an ordinary person, but not so ordinary.

Just like a wave in the sea, no, not even a wave, just like a grain of soil or sand, quietly existing in a certain corner.

From birth to death, few people know that it has been here.

"Brother," Uncle Song took out his erhu, and Mr. Li took out his suona, "We'll see you off again!"

The sky was cloudy, as if it was going to rain at any time, and it seemed that God was saddened by the passing of a good man.

The environment of this cemetery is not particularly good, it is very remote and far away from the city, but it somehow fits the old man's life:

Lonely and stubborn, never trouble others.

It finally started to rain, fine and dense, like cow hair, like silver needles, falling on the head and face slightly itchy.

Soft, like the gentle eyes of the old man when he was alive.

The unique sad tones of the erhu sounded in conjunction with the suona, empty and solemn, wrapped in wind and rain, floating all the way to the sky.

Liao Chu suddenly found it amazing that these two musical instruments could really take people from life to death...

After the song was over, I pulled my thoughts back from regret to reality, and the people who came to see me off dispersed one after another:

After all, everyone still has to support their families, go to work when they should go to work, and go to school when they should go to school.

Liao Chu and a few acquaintances stood in front of Mr. Sun's stele for a while, and then walked back in twos and threes.

After walking a few steps, I saw three young people in their 20s coming towards me, all of them laughing and joking, not caring at all that this is the resting place of countless souls.

Aunt Zhao frowned, "I really don't learn well..."

The people who choose to be buried here are either poor or widowed, and there may be no one to visit them all year round. Some dubious people often gather here, and they will steal tributes from others during festivals, which is very abominable.

Liao Chu's expression was not good, he blocked Aunt Zhao from the internal test, and continued walking with Guoguo in his arms.

The moment the two groups of people passed by, he heard one of the young people laughing and scolding, "An old man was buried here yesterday. I heard that he was so poor that he slapped his swollen face to pretend to be a fat man to donate money. It's really rich to burn!"

The companion laughed out loud.

"Stupid, just now I seem to see someone coming to worship, maybe there is something good..."

Ji Peng turned pale with anger, "Fuck!"

Liao Chu steadied him, put Guoguo on the ground, and said lightly, "You guys go first."

Aunt Zhao saw that his eyes were wrong, and she was a little worried, "Xiao Liao..."

Liao Chu slowly rolled up his sleeves, "It's okay."

Ji Peng was at the age of blood, so he hurriedly glanced around, touched a piece of brick in front of an unknown grave, and was about to go up.

In the end, Liao Chu held her down, "Take care of Aunt Zhao and Guoguo."

Just as Ji Peng was about to speak, he saw that Liao Chu had already strode past.

He has tall legs and long legs, and the distance of more than ten meters will be reached in an instant. Without a word, he raised his long legs, first lifted one of them down, and then stretched out his hands, twisted the necks of the remaining two, and slammed them in the middle .

In the blink of an eye, all three fell down.

Ji Peng was so fucking stupid, he held up the broken brick and muttered: "Fuck..."

Steady, accurate and ruthless, this is really practiced.

"Uncle..." Guoguo didn't know what happened, and wanted to go that way.

Ji Peng hurriedly dropped the brick, hugged the little girl to coax her, and covered her eyes to prevent her from looking over there, "Uncle will be back soon, uncle is beating bad people."

Guoguo didn't listen, and the little meaty hands tried hard to pick his fingers, and the little mouth was about to cry.

"Listen to brother." Over there, Liao Chu sneaked in a sentence.

Guoguo choked, but did not move, "Uncle..."

The three gangsters felt their dizzy spin for a while, and when they came back to their senses, they were about to climb up, cursing.

"When you count to 100, uncle will go back." Liao Chu patched his feet expressionlessly, and stepped on the one who was kicked at the beginning, and the other two, each with one arm twisting, pressed the ground.

Guoguo choked with sobs and nodded, and began to count with tears, "1, 2, 3..."

Woohoo, Guoguo is a brave child.

Liao Chu exerted a slight force on his hands, and made the gangsters kneel in the direction of Grandpa Sun's tombstone, "Apologize."

"me!"

The little gangster wanted to be tough, but when Liao Chu put more force on his hands, he bared his teeth and screamed.

"Can't I just apologize now?"

"Big brother, I was wrong, I don't know Mount Tai..."

Liao Chu bent down slightly, his face was still expressionless, but his dark and deep eyes seemed to be surrounded by two dark fires.

"Say sorry to the old man."

He is a true hero, even if he was unknown during his lifetime, he shouldn't be insulted like this by scum after his death.

People at the bottom of society are the best at playing with the wind.

Seeing that they couldn't beat them, the three bastards knew that they had encountered a hard problem, and immediately said a lot of apologies in a nonsensical manner, but they were thinking in their hearts:

Bah, a good guy doesn't suffer from immediate losses, and when these people leave, I'll have to piss on that old bastard's tombstone.

Old stuff, hum!

However, unexpectedly, the next moment Liao Chu quickly pinched their necks.

The three of them groaned, and immediately felt as if all the muscles and bones in their bodies had been pulled out, lying limply on the ground, unable to move for a long time.

Liao Chu rummaged through them, took out all kinds of documents, took pictures, threw them on their faces again, and said condescendingly: "Don't have thoughts that you shouldn't have. Think about who else is in your family."

The sky was gloomy, the light shone from behind him, and most of his face was hidden in the shadows.

His voice wasn't particularly high-pitched, and his tone wasn't particularly strong, but there was a sense of seriousness and ruthlessness in it.

A gust of cool wind came, and the wind blew through the surrounding pine forest and passed through the tombstone in the middle, whimpering like a howling wolf.

The icy rain slammed down together with Liao Chu's words, dark and ruthless.

The three gangsters shivered suddenly, and suddenly felt cold sweat coming out.

This guy...is serious.

They are usually just sneaking around, making small troubles, and once they encounter hard stubble, they will be discouraged first.

"Big brother, we dare not!"

"Wrong, wrong, we were really wrong, I dare not..."

Liao Chu frowned, as if seeing something dirty, he raised his chin towards the outside of the cemetery.

Those three people seemed to be pardoned, they hurriedly got up, staggered and ran away.

Liao Chu put back his sleeves bit by bit, buttoned his cuff buttons, and he was still upright. No one could see that he had just won an overwhelming victory with one against three.

At this time, Guoguo, whose eyes were covered, had just counted to 60.

Liao Chu brushed her rain-soaked hair back, walked over, and grabbed her in his arms, "Let's go home."

The little girl hugged his neck tightly, and asked in a low voice, "Did uncle beat the bad guys away?"

Liao Chu rubbed the back of her furry head, as if hugging the whole world, "Yeah."

Guoguo tightened her arms around him again, the worry just now dissipated quickly, and all that was left was peace of mind.

Uncle didn't lie to me.

He really didn't wait for Guoguo to count to 100 to pick me up!

Aunt Zhao breathed a sigh of relief, and was still a little scared, "Oh, you really scared me to death. Don't be so reckless in the future. If you really can't do it, you can call the police."

Liao Chu was taken aback, his hostility subsided, and he hummed in a low voice.

This kind of care from elders is too rare for him.

Seeing him like this, Aunt Zhao knew that he didn't take it seriously at all, so she sighed helplessly.

"But this kind of thing, even if you call the police..."

Maybe those little bastards are still underage.

Even if you are an adult, the police will not care about such trivial matters.

Even if it is taken care of, it will be verbal education at most, or it will be locked up for two days, and it will be even more unscrupulous when it comes out.

Ji Peng is completely different.

He looked at Liao Chu with almost adoring light in his eyes, extremely hot, "Fuck, boss, you are amazing!"

When the book is in use, I hate less, and I will go to the world with one sentence.

He can hit three with one, and he also said that he has never practiced.

Uncle Song and the others had their own car, so Ji Peng went back with Liao Chu and the others. Along the way, the black-skinned boy chattered endlessly, swaying left and right, waving his arms to imitate.

In this way, in this way, yes, this is the way to fight!

Liao Chu was so annoyed by him, and finally said helplessly when the traffic light was open: "I haven't practiced."

Seeing that the young man didn't believe it, he added: "But if you fight with others since you were young, you will be better than if you have practiced."

A rich man exercises just for the icing on the cake, and he... for his life.

When they stopped, the red light was almost over, and after saying this sentence, the green light turned on.

Liao Chu kicked the gas pedal, the car pierced the rain curtain, and rushed out again.

Those who have never experienced it may not be able to imagine what it is like to grow up in an orphanage in a small place.

Although there are national policies, most of the high-quality resources will still be tilted towards big cities. When it comes to small cities, they will just starve to death.

Moreover, most of the abandoned children are disabled or have major congenital diseases, or the original family suffered an accident, and the atmosphere in the entire orphanage is very depressing.

Is there a welfare home full of sunshine and laughter in the promotional video?

Maybe, but at least Liao Chu didn't encounter it.

There are more wolves and less meat, and children are easily bullied.

He entered the society very early. Everyone saw him as young and helpless, so naturally he would fight openly and secretly.

Bullying and oppression, crowding out, are commonplace.

It can be said that half of Liao Chu's success today was achieved secretly.

In the evening, everyone gathered at Liao Kee Restaurant again.

Liao Chu didn't receive any new guests, and waited for the group of regular customers to arrive before closing the door, and brought out a small gray wine jar from the back kitchen.

"The last glass of wine is for Mr. Sun."

The gray wine was shining brightly under the lamp, but it looked rather dull, just like the old man who passed away quietly.

But if it shakes gently a few times, there is an inexplicable liveliness in the shimmering waves, just like the rising sun.

Uncle Song picked it up and took a sip, "What kind of wine is this?"

He has read countless wines in his life, but he has never smelled such a fragrance.

At the beginning, it is subconsciously repulsed, but when the stamina slowly evaporates, it is infinitely yearning.

Like, like hope after despair.

Liao Chu poured himself a cup, "Live to die."

Brewed with the fruits of despair and rebirth, this wine is called "Living to Death".

The dead are gone, and those who come can be chased.

Respect the dead, respect the living!