Chapter 120 Excuse Me, Innkeeper, Where Can I Find a Shepherd Boy?
Wang Ke's life was boring and tedious. He was a workaholic, constantly striving for his life, climbing up at all costs.
People who were scared of poverty as children often have a greater obsession with money when they grow up, craving the sense of security that money brings.
Moreover, people from normal families find it difficult to understand the psychology of children who grew up in orphanages. What they lack is not just the "sense of security of money."
The former Zhou Ze was the same, but having lived a second life, Zhou Ze became much more lazy and open-minded.
No obsession cannot be solved by "dying once."
If not,
Then die a few more times,
And you will see through it.
Wang Ke suggested playing poker. Zhou Ze remained noncommittal, Bai Yingying was disdainful, and the old Taoist was willing to support, but two people couldn't play poker, so he had to give up.
In the end, Wang Ke directly took out his patients' case files for research and started working, showing how terrified he was.
Zhou Ze looked at this "brother" who grew up with him in the orphanage and seemed to see his former self.
Even before death, they wanted to have more, pursue more. Everyone enjoyed the pleasure of work, the satisfaction of accumulating and hiding nuts in their tree holes like squirrels.
Regardless of whether there is a tomorrow, one must work.
Outside the window, light began to appear. The night had passed, somewhat slowly, but also somewhat quickly. The zombie didn't come, no one knocked on the door, and no one broke the window. Tonight was very peaceful.
Zhou Ze waited for a while longer, until morning, before he planned to get up.
"That's it for today. I'm going back."
Wang Ke didn't shamelessly beg Zhou Ze not to leave and continue to protect him. He lowered his head and continued to look at his case files. When Zhou Ze bid farewell, he raised his head, stretched lazily with some fatigue, and smiled at Zhou Ze:
"Have breakfast before you leave."
The old Taoist wanted to nod, but he had to look at Zhou Ze's face. Anyway, for the old Taoist, he was extremely satisfied with the Wang family's food, which was exquisite and focused on enjoying the taste buds rather than simply filling the stomach.
"No, no need to trouble."
Zhou Ze maintained a respectful and distant attitude towards anything related to "eating" in the Wang family.
Hearing this, the old Taoist was a little disappointed. In fact, he had good luck yesterday, and he didn't get a stomachache even after eating so many weird things.
"Is the guest leaving?"
At this time, Wang Ke's wife walked down the stairs.
She was wearing a black nightgown, and because there were guests, she put on an extra white coat, but you could still see her beautiful figure.
The charm of a young married woman was overflowing.
Bai Yingying stood next to Zhou Ze and gently tugged at Zhou Ze's arm. Zhou Ze followed her finger and saw a string of red marks on the calf of Wang Ke's wife's left leg.
Like blood, leaving traces of years of tossing.
"Honey, I accidentally knocked over my bottle of red nail polish while sleeping last night and didn't notice it. When I woke up in the morning and saw the pool of red on the floor, I was so scared that I almost fainted.
I watched a horror movie a while ago, you know, I thought you ate me while I was sleeping like the male lead in the movie."
Wang Ke's wife walked up to Wang Ke and reached out to caress Wang Ke's chin. Her husband hadn't slept all night, and she felt a little distressed.
"You're too thin. I can't get enough to eat." Wang Ke joked and responded, "Go make breakfast."
"No need, Sister-in-law."
Zhou Ze refused again.
"We'll go first. If anything happens, you can come to my bookstore. By the way, my bookstore has moved to South Street now, which is not far from here."
Zhou Ze meant that if they really sensed something was wrong, they could come to his bookstore for refuge.
This was the most Zhou Ze could do. He couldn't stay by Wang Ke's side 24 hours a day to protect him. Moreover, today was Qingming Festival, the time when his bookstore was "doing good business."
Many new customers would flood into the bookstore because of the Qingming Festival. This was a big business, similar to the peak season, and Zhou Ze didn't want to miss it.
After declining the Wang Ke couple's retention, the three of Zhou Ze walked out of the Wang family's villa.
As soon as they walked out, Zhou Ze stopped and looked back at the balcony.
Wang Ke's daughter should still be sleeping. It was the Qingming Festival holiday, and she didn't have to go to school.
Little Loli should not be back yet, or she could not come back at all, In fact, if Little Loli came back, Wang Ke's worry would be superfluous, and it was very likely that the zombie would be killed if it really wanted to come to the Wang family to take revenge.
"Boss, is that really red nail polish?" Bai Yingying asked from behind Zhou Ze.
"It may also be menstruation and she was embarrassed, so she made an excuse."
"............" Bai Yingying.
Zhou Ze suddenly thought of a question, looked at Bai Yingying, and said, "You should have stopped, right?"
"............" Bai Yingying.
How could she be embarrassed to answer that? Besides, how could a zombie have that kind of thing!
The three walked to the entrance of the community. Because it was morning, it was very lively here, and many stalls on the street had already opened.
Regardless of whether there had been any malicious incidents recently, people's lives had to continue.
A middle-aged man with all his limbs intact was kneeling on the ground, holding a bowl in his hand, begging. He looked a little pitiful, his body was dirty, and he kept saying "ah, ah, ah," like a mute.
When the old Taoist passed by, the beggar reached out and grabbed the old Taoist's trousers, signaling the old Taoist to give him some alms. After all, the old Taoist was dressed as a monk and looked easier to fool out of money.
Begging was also a profession that required rich experience, and one had to know how to distinguish and focus on choosing one's customer base.
Who knew that the old Taoist directly waved his sleeve, blocking the beggar's hand from grabbing him, and at the same time spat at the beggar, cursing:
"You have hands and feet, and you're younger than this poor Taoist. Isn't it good to do something? You insist on begging here. You've lost all the face of your ancestors!"
With the old Taoist's age and identity, it was not wrong for him to say these words.
He was already old, but he still had to do live streams and serve ghosts. He was usually very frugal, but Zhou Ze had heard Bai Yingying say that the old Taoist seemed to be sponsoring several poor students in the mountains.
Hearing this, the beggar was quite annoyed and angry. He directly stood up, and all that was heard was a scream, and then he fell to the ground, waving his arms and legs non-stop, shouting, "Ah, ah, ah, ah!"
The direct meaning was that the old Taoist had beaten him, and the implied meaning was that he was going to blackmail someone.
The old Taoist was so angry that he was about to laugh when he saw this scene. He couldn't help but want to go up and punch this rascal a few times.
Of course, people began to gather around to watch the fun. No one spoke up for the beggar or stood up for him.
In this day and age, everyone's sympathy had long been exhausted by beggars and liars. Sympathy for the weak was human nature, but in this day and age, sometimes people who seemed to be "weak" often had reversals, and their lives might be better than those who sympathized with them.
Zhou Ze frowned slightly. He didn't want to waste any time on this kind of thing and gave Bai Yingying a look.
Bai Yingying understood and approached the crowd.
The beggar only felt a burst of bone-chilling chill coming from under him, and immediately jumped up, shouting:
"I'm freezing to death, I'm freezing to death!"
He could speak, and there was an immediate burst of laughter from the crowd. Although they didn't understand why, everyone thought it was interesting.
The beggar ran away in embarrassment.
The old Taoist sniffed and sighed, "Some people deserve to be poor."
Zhou Ze smiled and didn't say that he had seen the beggar's phone in his pocket was an iPhone X.
The three of them had breakfast together at the entrance of the community. Bai Yingying thoughtfully brought sour plum juice. This time, Zhou Ze ate a little more. He didn't eat a bite of supper last night, and he really needed to eat to replenish his energy.
After eating, Bai Yingying prepared to take a taxi back to the bookstore.
At this moment, an old man with white hair and a hunched back walked past the three of them. The old man was carrying a bag in his left hand and a plastic bag in his right hand, as if he had just returned from buying groceries.
What was noticeable was that the old man only had two fingers on his left hand holding the bag. This was a genuine disabled person.
When the old Taoist saw this scene, he took the initiative to step forward and asked if he needed any help.
The old man shook his head to indicate that he didn't need it.
The old Taoist said, "Old brother, it's okay. Do you live in this community? I'll help you carry it back."
But the old man still insisted on smiling and shaking his head, indicating that he could do his own things and didn't need help, even though his two fingers holding the things did look very difficult.
The old man walked forward. He should live in the same community as Wang Ke.
The old Taoist breathed a sigh of relief and said, "People are indeed different. People with sound limbs who are not old kneel on the ground wanting to get something for nothing and beg for food.
But this disabled old brother, who is a round older than me, still maintains his self-esteem and pride.
I should drink a big cup! This early morning chicken soup is so satisfying. I feel like this day is full of positive energy again."
The old Taoist was talking to himself and self-satisfying. This was the case with everyone who drank chicken soup, as if their souls had been purified in an instant.
"He dropped something." Zhou Ze reminded.
"What, did he drop his wallet? Then I'll hurry up and send it back to him. He's so old, he's bound to be forgetful and his memory won't be good. It's not easy."
The old Taoist said as he looked at Zhou Ze, and then his whole body froze, with a look of horror on his face;
He saw that what Zhou Ze was holding in his hand was a finger joint of a middle finger, with blood stains still on the end, and even a faint heat rising from it. It was really fresh.
"You're right. When people get old, their memory gets bad.
Even if their finger falls off,
They don't notice it."