Porcelain industry leader

Song Yu flattened his mouth, "Childish."

"Regret to spill the noodles." Gu Qingchi pointed to the outside, "I tell you, if you go out now, even if you hold an umbrella, you will be drowned."

"I'm happy." Song Yu turned his eyes away, but his mouth was still stubborn.

"Give me the umbrella, I'll help you buy it," Gu Qingchi spread out his palm, "What do you want to eat?"

Song Yu was stunned, feeling a little surprised, he was already embarrassed to order Gu Qingchi, "No, I'll just buy it myself."

That being said, 1 minute later he was still standing still.

Outside the glass door, the bean-sized raindrops shot on the ground like machine guns, splashing countless small water splashes, and the sound of the rain was like a hundred horses roaring together, eager and anxious.

An old man ran past and yelled at the people around him, "Damn it, it's raining so hard, my underwear is soaked!"

Song Yu couldn't help laughing, and before he came back to his senses, Gu Qingchi had already grabbed the umbrella in his hand, opened the door, and ran out.

Song Yu let out a "Hey", Gu Qingchi got into the rain without looking back.

Watching his back being swallowed up by the rainstorm, I felt an indescribable feeling in my heart.

Gu Qingchi's temper was so good that he was a little unpredictable.

About 10 minutes later, Gu Qingchi's figure appeared in his field of vision again.

Runs pretty fast.

Fortunately, his umbrella was big enough, and it looked like his calf was wet, not as miserable as that uncle.

There was nothing in Gu Qingchi's hand.

Feeling a little strange, he opened the door and stood aside.

"The shrimp ones are sold out. I bought pork and beef ones. Which one do you want?" Gu Qingchi ran back under the eaves, shook the water off his arms, and reached out to untie the two plastic bags on the umbrella ribs.

Through the bag, Song Yu could already smell the slightly burnt aroma of fried buns.

"It's beef." Song Yu took the bag that Gu Qingchi handed over with great disappointment, lowered his head and sniffed it, his saliva was about to flow out, he couldn't wait to take a bite, and found that it was shrimp.

"Eh? Didn't you say there was no shrimp?" Song Yu asked.

Gu Qingchi took a sip of soy milk, "Don't you always say I'm a liar, no matter what, I have to really lie to you once, or it will be too bad."

Song Yu pursed his lips and didn't speak, he didn't go upstairs, he just stood side by side with Gu Qingchi at the door, enjoying the rain scene while eating raw fried buns.

Gu Qingchi ate very quickly. Two fried buns were stuffed into his mouth. They looked a bit like hamsters. Song Yu was a little dumbfounded with his mouth slightly open. He couldn't help laughing, "You don't choke. Is it?"

Gu Qingchi moved his mouth twice, swallowed the food immediately, and took a sip of soy milk, "I'm used to it. When I was a child, I was slow to eat and would be beaten by my dad."

"Ah!?" Song Yu raised his eyebrows in surprise, "Really?"

"Well," Gu Qingchi pointed to the scar on the tip of his eyebrows, "This is my dad's beating. When I was sent to the hospital, my eyes were so swollen that I couldn't see clearly. I thought I was going blind. "

"Your father is sick!" Song Yu was so shocked that he raised his voice, "Why did he beat you?"

"Forget it, maybe it's just to vent." Gu Qingchi said lightly.

"What is possible venting? He's domestic violence!" Song Yu had only seen children from domestic violence families in the news, and this was the first time he had encountered a real case. He was so shocked that he was speechless.

He recalled the incident about his dad drinking and venting in Qingchi, and felt a pang for his past experience for a moment.

How did this kid grow so big!

"You really believe it?" Gu Qingchi smiled.

Song Yu stared at him with wide eyes, nodded, "Ah."

Gu Qingchi smiled and said, "Didn't you just say that you won't believe even a single punctuation mark in what I say in the future? Why do you believe it again?"

"Are you kidding me?" Song Yu was speechless, and immediately withdrew the distress he felt just now.

Gu Qingchi raised the corner of his mouth and looked out the door, "I said I didn't trick you, seriously, do you believe it?"

Song Yu looked at his profile and didn't speak.

"Doubt again." Gu Qingchi turned his head to look at him, with a faint smile, "Because of my image, my family, my experience, my rudeness, and everything around me, you think I was born as a Liar, in your mind, I am just a gangster who specializes in touching porcelain, so no matter how sincere I am, as long as there is a little trouble, you will immediately fall into a mood of doubt."

"I didn't think you were born a liar." Song Yu retorted.

"That's why I became a liar later," Gu Qingchi leaned against the wall and looked at him, "I don't know what you saw or heard last night, but I still want to tell you seriously, I I didn't lie to you, I just went to find someone."

Song Yu was stunned for a moment, every time Gu Qingchi spoke to him in a serious manner, it seemed that he was adding one weight to the balance in his heart, and now the balance was tilting towards believing in Gu Qingchi again.

He suddenly remembered that yesterday Gu Qingchi was still squinting next to him.

Could it be...

squint? !

I don't know why, but when I think of squinting and whoring, I think it's quite normal, there is no sense of disobedience, at most, I tsk-tsk in my heart.

"Aren't you angry with me?" Song Yu looked at the area on his face that was already turning blue.

"Huh?" Gu Qingchi didn't understand what he was referring to.

Song Yu pointed to his left cheek.

"Are you going to apologize to me?" Gu Qingchi raised the corner of his mouth slightly.

"No!" Song Yu said immediately, "I'll just ask."

Gu Qingchi wanted to laugh a little, so he put on a serious expression, "I'm very angry, as I said, I'll beat you back sooner or later."

Song Yu couldn't help covering his face, and cursed in a low voice, "Damn, you won't come for real, will you?"

"Of course I'm serious," Gu Qingchi said very firmly, clenched his fists, and immediately made a crackling sound, "Have you ever seen a gangster who was beaten for no reason and did not retaliate?"

"Then tell me, don't you usually use sneak attacks?" Song Yu rubbed his arms uncomfortably.

"I'll give you a warning, so you'll be on guard all the time," Gu Qingchi said with a smile, "Besides, even if I tell you, you won't be able to escape. I want to beat you up anytime, anywhere." matter."

Song Yu was helpless, it was the first time in his life that he was threatened by someone like this, and there was a bit of teasing in his seriousness, which made him a little unsure whether Gu Qingchi would really take revenge on him.

The rain outside gradually weakened during the two chatting, taking advantage of the time when the rain stopped, Gu Qingchi said goodbye to Song Yu.

"Then what," Song Yu rubbed the back of his neck, and said with difficulty, "It doesn't have to be 24 hours, 48 ​​hours is fine."

Gu Qingchi smiled and nodded, "I'll print it out for you as soon as possible."

Song Yu rolled his eyes and smiled, "I'm going up!"

"En." Gu Qingchi pushed the door and went out.

Song Yu walked into the elevator and turned around, only to find that Gu Qingchi was still standing at the door. The moment his eyes met, Gu Qingchi froze for a moment, turned his head and ran away.

"I'm sick." Song Yu looked at his back and cursed with the corner of his mouth raised.

After returning, Gu Qingchi took out the piggy bank under the closet.

It is said that the piggy bank is actually a small wooden box. When I was a child, there was a carpenter uncle in Murakami. In his spare time, he would often carve some exquisite small ornaments out of wood and sell them.

This small wooden box was a defective product, and my uncle gave it to him. The pattern on it was only half carved, because the inside was eaten away by bugs. My uncle helped him grind out a small hole, just enough to put coins in.

Inside the piggy bank is his private money that he has saved over the years, ranging from as small as a dime to as large as a hundred.

When he was studying, he would pour out the coins inside and count them every night before going to bed, but when he grew up, he just threw money in and didn't count the money, so that even he himself doesn't know how much money is in it now.

After habitually locking the door, Gu Qingchi sat cross-legged on the bed, spread out a newspaper, and poured out the money in the small wooden box.

To his surprise, there were quite a few Grandpa Mao in it.

He was happy while counting, folded more than 2000 banknotes and put them aside, and began to count coins very seriously.

"2, 4, 6, 8... 102, 104... 200 Hey!" Lu Qingchi slapped his thigh and continued counting happily, "226, 228..."

He was startled by the sudden ringing of the bell in his trouser pocket, and his hands trembled.

It's Song Yu's call.

Gu Qingchi felt a little surprised, and sat on the head of the bed, "What's wrong?"

"Huh?" Song Yu was stunned for a moment, "I made a mistake."

"Oh, okay." Gu Qingchi waited for him to hang up.

"Have you eaten?" Song Yu asked.

"Not yet." Gu Qingchi picked at the hole in his knee.

"What do you eat?" Song Yu asked.

"Food," Gu Qingchi said, "Do you have something to say?"

Song Yu paused for a moment, and sounded like he laughed, "Where did you buy the fried noodles in the morning?"

After hearing this, Gu Qingchi couldn't help but laugh, "Just 800 meters south of my mahjong restaurant, there is a big ramen restaurant, and there is Aunt Zhou's fried noodles in the small alley diagonally opposite the ramen restaurant..."

"I can't find it and I'll call you again." Song Yu said.

"Okay." Gu Qingchi hung up the phone with a smile, and the smile on his face stopped immediately after seeing the two piles of coins on the newspaper.

"Hey? Fuck me!" Gu Qingchi scratched his head, then rubbed his thighs, "Where did the count go!?"

Just as he counted to more than 200 again, the call came again, this time it was the oil head.

"What are you doing?" Gu Qingchi said lazily as he fell on the bed.

"It's my girlfriend's birthday, let's have dinner together tonight." Youtou said.

"Birthday again?" Gu Qingchi thought for a while, "Didn't she just have a birthday last month? How many birthdays does she have?"

"Look, look, this is the difference between being in a relationship and not being in a relationship," Youtou said proudly, "Last month was a Gregorian birthday, and today is a lunar birthday."

"Okay." Gu Qingchi was a little helpless, he didn't even remember when his birthday was, and he never had a birthday.

"It was the same place that night." The oil head said.

"Hey, you guys go ahead and play, I won't go," Gu Qingchi stared at the ceiling, "I have something to do."

"Marking people?" the oil head asked.

"Do you still remember the Thousand Kings? You owe Lao Cao more than 200 million." Gu Qingchi asked.

"Of course I remember, didn't you mess with the man under Lao Cao's command before?" Youtou said, "Damn it. You promised Lao Cao to keep an eye on him, didn't you?"

"Are you sure?" Gu Qingchi frowned.

"It's been fucking missing for more than half a month, what do you think?" Youtou said anxiously, "I'm telling you, don't swim in this muddy water..."

The oily head was talking about a bunch of other things. Gu Qingchi couldn't listen anymore, and finally said "Oh" thoughtfully, and said, "I know."

After perfunctory, Gu Qingchi dialed Li Hong's number.

He didn't want to be treated as a liar by Song Yu anymore.