The drunken snake's expression was still hidden under the huge black sunglasses, together with his scar. After chatting with Zhai Haidong, Anjie, who was standing in silence, was pushed out: "I didn't mean anything else. I adopted a child a few years ago and immigrated to Beijing for the college entrance examination this year. I wanted to lower the threshold for him. I've been here for half a year. I'm not sure. Come and have a look at him. "

Drunk snake pulled Anjie: "it's uncle Zhai."

An Jie eyebrows jump, in the heart estimates how much possibility is drunk snake take the opportunity to deal with him, pause for a while, then pressure voice, with a vague call: "Uncle Zhai."

Zhai Haidong nodded to his direction: "Uncle Zhai lives in Xicheng. I'll copy the address and phone number to you later. If you have something to say, uncle Zhai has been in Beijing for so many years. You can't say how skilled he is, but after all, he's familiar with you and he's an old friend. Don't be polite to me."

Anjie answered vaguely and stopped talking.

Drunk snake patted him on the shoulder: "this little bunny has never seen the world. He's sullen. Third brother, don't give him the same opinion."

Zhai Donghai shook his head with great restraint: "children... Why not send them abroad? Don't you have to take part in the college entrance examination? "

"This stubborn boy doesn't want to take the exam himself," the drunk snake said with a smile. "Besides, we can't earn the son of a bitch's money and send it back to him, can't we?"

Zhai Haidong rarely amused him: "drunken snake, drunken snake... For so many years, you really..." his voice became lower and lower, and at the end, he almost whispered, "it hasn't changed at all..."

He hummed a few syllables from his throat, but no one else could hear them clearly. After that, he shook his head, groped and stood up slowly. A middle-aged man next to him immediately came to help him. Zhai Haidong pointed the floor with his cane: "in this case, I won't disturb your family reunion. If you have anything to do in Beijing, just call me..." he was about to leave, and suddenly remembered something, Looking back to Anjie's direction, he said with a smile, "Uncle Zhai is older and a little confused. He forgot to ask his nephew what to call him?"

A strange smile appeared on the drunk snake's face: "the child was originally in the orphanage. He didn't have a surname. I came back and gave him a new name... Speaking of it, I borrowed an old friend's former name."

Zhai Haidong's steps stopped: "Oh? Who is the old friend with great powers? "

"This... You are familiar with it," said the drunk snake, playing with the lighter in his hand. "The name I gave this boy is Anjie."

Anjie suddenly stops breathing. Zhai Haidong's face turns white in an instant. The fingers holding the stick shake uncontrollably. The muscles around his cheek are tight. His empty eyes stare at the direction of Anjie and the drunk snake.

Zhai Haidong took a deep breath and squeezed an ugly smile on his withered face: "it's a good name."

With that, he walked away without looking back.

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Anjie is busy sending out a group of old demons and ghosts, and Mo Cong is not idle. In the afternoon, a phone call took Xiaojin out. Xiaoyu sat down in her room and read a book. In the evening, he saw that there was nothing wrong with his family, so he got up and went out.

The fourth brother made an appointment with him to deal with the old foreign devil Chen Fugui in black.

Mo Cong waited at the door for a while. Maybe it was because of the holidays. None of the taxis was empty, so he put his hand in his pocket and prepared to cross the path to another street to try his luck. On the opposite side of the community is a tree lined Road, which is neither wide nor narrow. But if you plug it in a little, it's a dilapidated alley. It's very damp and narrow. Occasionally, someone's dog is on the side of the road to solve its own problems of national economy and people's livelihood.

Around the corner is a public toilet. The road is a little wider. Next to it is a family like canteen, with tobacco, wine, tea and sugar. A few years ago, there was a small stall selling yoghurt in porcelain bottles. When Xiaoyu was a child, he had to drink it, but now he doesn't have it. There is also a family selling vegetables here. Both husband and wife come from other places to make a living in the city. The quality of the food is good. Sometimes the old ladies in the community have bad legs, so they like to come near.

When passing the vegetable stall, Mo Cong unconsciously looked up and saw an acquaintance. Maybe her parents were away. That night, the girl who was picking up the garbage downstairs was sitting quietly in front of the stall, holding a book and guarding the few dishes left on the stall. The girl was still dressed in half new clothes. The cuffs of the jeans jacket were grinded down, and the clothes looked hard and small, There was a dark red sweater under the coat.

The girl had chilblain on her hands, her delicate nose and cheeks were red with cold, and her hair was neatly braided into a big black and thick braid hanging behind her head. Occasionally sniff, in addition, as if all the energy is on the hands of the book.

Mo Cong shakes his head and feels more and more that Xiaojin owes beating.

He drew his chin into the scarf and went on walking. It suddenly occurred to him that he seemed to have teased Anjie for being interested in the girl. He didn't know how. He thought it was very strange and pondered it carefully. If Anjie really stood with the girl, it would be strange for him to feel and feel completely out of tune.

But is it weird? Do you have half a cent to do with yourself? When Mo Cong found that his thinking was more and more derailed, he pulled it back to the right way in time.

Anyway, every vegetable and radish has his own love... Anyway, when the forest is big, there are all kinds of birds.

Mo Cong thinks that he has been poisoned too much by Xiaojin's evil voice. He always thinks about what the poor neighbor is doing... A kid who just went to high school pretends to be

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Chen Fugui doesn't look like Sherlock Holmes even if he smokes a cigar. His dry white hair curls on the top of his head, which is a bit like Jingba, a famous Beijing dog. It's very deep, which makes him look old, ugly and insidious when he doesn't smile. There are some old age spots on the hands. The soft skin is on the bones and meat, and the color is just like the moldy pickled pepper and chicken feet.

Accompanied by several girls in the nightclub nearby, he chatted with Xu Laosi, obviously absent-minded, and glanced at the door from time to time. Xu Laosi was not annoyed at all - at least he was still happy to spend time with him in face. Everyone knew who the old foreign devils were waiting for. The name of black suit exploded into the ears of every big and small gangster in the capital almost overnight.

The young man's way of running Cao Bing was really beautiful. In more than a month, it was a sudden change. No one expected that Xu Laosi, who always had four eyes, could lift Cao Bing with a black suit. It's really easy to get a thousand troops, but hard to get a general. Even Chen Fugui takes this black suit in a different light. He calls his name and wants to talk to his fourth brother. He doesn't have to.

It took about 20 minutes for a man to stride into the door. His head was slightly down and his face was half buried in his scarf.

Chen Fugui winked. The landlady, who was accompanying her in person, immediately came up to greet her.

Mo Cong stepped back, avoided the boss's wife's colorful claws, glanced at her, and then nodded to Chen Fugui and Xu Laosi: "sorry, Mr. Chen, fourth brother, it's hard to go on the holiday road. It's a little late."

He sat on the sofa which was vacated by one of the people, and loosened the scarf slightly to show his sharp chin.

Chen Fugui smiles and opens his mouth. In addition to the odd use of erhuayin, it is basically standard Beijing dialect: "you're welcome, my family." He took a look at the landlady who was obviously dissatisfied and said, "but it's not very good to refuse the lady."

Mo Cong pulled the corner of the mouth, outspoken: "Mr. Chen does not know, I like men."

Chen Fugui was stunned for a moment. He didn't seem to think that he was so straightforward. Xu Laosi quickly made a round of it: "Uncle Chen, the boy in black is straight and twisted. He can't speak. Don't tell him the same thing."

"Where," Chen Fugui waved his hand, "I like black clothes, so I can be honest with each other. It's real."

In fact, Mo Cong wanted to tell him that the saying of "shi'er Zai" is not like Beijing accent, but a little like Middle East accent.

"Oh, you see, I don't know if it's true," the landlady said with a smile. "It's just the young master. What kind of elder sister do you want, or I'll call them and pick them up?"

Mo Cong raised his head and grinned at her. "Don't be so busy. You can forget it. I like good women and men."

In a word, the landlady's face was given to Lei Lv. Xu Laosi glared at him, but Chen Fugui was very happy and patted Mo Cong on the shoulder: "young man, you know humor very well."

"Mr. Chen..."

"Ah, who is our friendship? It's called Uncle Chen."

Mo hastily stopped, did not smile, nodded: "Uncle Chen." He looked up at the side of the miscellaneous people, Chen Fugui understanding, said to the landlady: "first with you this group of sweethearts out to rest."

When the room quiets down. Mo Cong opened his mouth without hesitation: "I'm almost done with the things and people Cao Bing has on hand. I heard that there's something you want. When can I send someone to check it?"

Smell speech four elder brothers also followed Leng for a while: "so fast?"

Mo looked at his fourth brother, then turned his eyes back to Chen Fugui, and said lightly, "it's not fast. I've already asked people to do these things, so that when he dies, the insects and fleas under his hands will find something to do. We Chinese people are very careful about taking precautions. Uncle Chen, is that right?"

The muscles and nerves on Chen Fugui's face twitched. He suddenly threw his cigar aside, crossed his hands and propped up his chin. The smiley expression on his face disappeared and he stared at Mo Cong tightly.

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This chapter depicts the scene of the zoo