Late Night Bookstore

It is a blessing, not a curse.

Under the wise leadership of his own boss, the bookstore has learned how to reunite with his own boss to face each day's life with a calm attitude and a calm drunken spirit.

The next day, the sun outside the study room was still rising as usual. After the door opened, the old man still carried the broom to the road in front of the shop. At the same time, he did not forget to say hello to the sanitation brothers and sisters.

For most of his life, the old man has been wandering, and what he has seen is beyond the reach of ordinary people. In addition, he has a mouthful of practises made by Mr. Bai Shier, so that he can be mixed with the sanitation brothers and sisters.

It's just that the figure who was supposed to be lying on the sofa by the window and drinking coffee was gone today.

"Boss, salad, do you want to eat a little?"

The black girl handed a glass bowl to Zhou Ze. The black girl ate at least one salad every day because she believed that it would make her whiter.

At the same time, she will buy some mineral water deliberately, slurping, saying that the trace elements in it can promote her metabolism and accelerate the decomposition of her melanin.

Zhou Ze shook his head. He couldn't get used to it, and he always felt like he was a sheep.

Sometimes it's already so difficult to be a man, why bother to embarrass myself?

Also, as a doctor, boss Zhou clearly knows what trace elements are added to these mineral waters in the advertisement, which may be true, but even if it is true, it is estimated that you have not eaten one more dish when eating There are many trace elements.

"Go to the bookstore and help me get two steamed buns or fritters, and have another soy milk."

"Okay, boss."

The black chick went obediently.

The wax figures originally stored in the wax museum have long been disposed of. At this time, the wax museum is more like a primitive ecological museum, and there is a small pond in the middle area.

In fact, it can be called a puddle, because it is at most the area of ​​a fountain pond, but the water inside is deep, and the silt underwater is deeper. Under the premise of a limited area, it is possible to dig down as far as possible. Solution.

It is just like the more the apartment building is now, the higher it is.

Of course, this layout is really extravagant in the mid-century commercial street in the city center.

Today, boss Zhou didn’t come to see the peanuts that won,

After chatting with Ying Gou on the rooftop last night, he decided to give it a try and see if he could resurrect half of his face.

In this matter, the win-win situation is very generous, and there is no objection.

In fact, when meeting at Qingcheng Mountain, no matter how crazy the half of the face was, the deep fear and hatred of winning hooks, winning hooks has always been a very flat feeling for him.

It's really hard to see the kind of resentment that I have accumulated over three thousand years and was swept away. This is what Zhou Ze has always admired for winning. This guy has a face to face, but sometimes, this daring and mind are really not blowing.

Deadpool squatted beside Zhou Ze, staring at the pond with lotus lotus.

The lotus root is an indispensable ingredient in summer. It’s crisp and refreshing. It also has the effect of clearing heat and defeating fire. Except for some poultry meats that have not yet established a system, most of the vegetarian ingredients used in the bookstore are basically Provided by it.

If you want to help others resurrect, you have to find a body for others.

The first thought of boss Zhou was lotus root;

Don't ask why you choose lotus root, you have no childhood.

I tried to exchange my thoughts with Deadpool,

Deadpool was shocked at first,

really,

Japanese priests have no childhood.

Then, the eyes of the deadpool quickly changed from shock to another shock, like looking at the genius inspiration and creativity that burst into the mind of a genius character,

Breathtaking,

Alpine stop!

Zhou Ze shook his head. It can be seen that the black chick did not pay much attention to the training of the deadpool. The deadpool also learned very seriously, but it was a bit blunt.

The thing about flattery is that the moist matter is silent, or when the rain hits the plantain, the rain hits the plantain, and when the small bridge flows, the small bridge flows. At this point, Attorney An is a master.

"Get some up."

Deadpool controlled the vines to sink into the pond, and soon two lotus roots were dug up.

It happened that the black chick went to the front and took two shredded radish buns,

Boss Zhou chewed the bun while instructing the black chick to take a kitchen knife to divide the lotus root into sections, and put on a lotus root image similar to that of a stickman.

The black chick is still humming while cutting "It's him, it's him, it's him, we drop friends..."

When the boss Zhou's buns are finished, the black chick here is also finished.

Zhou Ze first washed his hands by the pond, and then stood on the side of the "lotus root man" on the ground.

To be honest,

It looks a bit shabby.

Suddenly, Zhou Ze felt that myths and legends might not be so reliable. If he really resurrected half of his face on the lotus root person, he would still break when he walked. How can he get him to fight as his beater?

But when I think about it, half of the face is anyway an idol-level character in his own dog village. When there was really only half of the face left under the seal of Qingcheng Mountain, he could do so many things. This lotus root person seems to be Is there no problem?

Of course, to resurrect a person, just playing around with a "stickman" will certainly not work.

quickly,

Xu Qinglang, who had a good breakfast, came by appointment,

I also brought my own toolbox.

After the old Xu master was completely resolved, the old Xu who did not have the cruelty did slack down, not so hard and not so hard, and returned to the previous rhythm of life, beauty and skin care SPA started.

But for the research of the formation method, he has always retained it, and in the year of Zhou Ze's coma, he has made greater progress.

In old Xu's words, this should be regarded as his hobby.

However, when looking at the lotus root model on the ground, Xu Qinglang's mouth was still subconsciously pumped.

"Lao Zhou, are you sure you are not kidding?"

"Try it, what if it works?"

"What if it doesn't work?"

"Then buy some spare ribs and put the lotus root in to stew."

Xu Qinglang suddenly felt that Zhou Ze was right, and he couldn't refute it.

At the moment, I didn't think about anything else. I sat down on my knees next to the lotus root model and began to carve a magic circle on the lotus root with various instruments.

It takes a lot of effort, and today may not be finished, and Zhou Ze is not in a hurry, so let the old Xu do it slowly. Anyway, the bookstore now has Yingying to cook, and without the old Xu, it can still operate as usual.

Boss Zhou walked out of the wax museum without rushing back to the bookstore, but sat on a bench in a semi-open small park between the two.

South Street has always been crowded with people, but there is usually no one here, and there is a feeling of quietness.

There are a few girls in Chinese clothes in front of the camera. There is a clock tower obliquely in front, so the view angle here is also pretty good.

Boss Zhou was leaning on the recliner while looking at the little girl, not looking intently.

It’s not that Mr. Zhou wants to have an eye addiction,

Instead, he was ready, and suddenly a girl came across and said:

"Hi, I'm a drab."

According to previous experience, this kind of thing happens quite frequently.

It seems that each of his opponents can directly kill 007 when he appears in front of his own hidden means.

Fortunately, I kept staring at the little girls over there for more than forty minutes. After the little girls left here, Zhou boss reached out and rubbed his sour eyes.

Get,

It's fine.

but,

Just rubbed my eyes,

A little girl went back suddenly,

Walked up with the camera,

"Handsome guy, can you take a picture for me?"

Some of her friends also stood in the corner and looked at this with a smile.

Boss Zhou probably estimated that he had just stared at others for a long time, and they also found out.

And because Xu Le’s skin bladder is really good, so he didn’t think he was a molester, but he was willing to interact with himself.

Zhou Ze shook his head decisively,

Road:

"No, I'm tired."

Finished,

Get up and leave the bench.

When I walked back to the door of the bookstore, I saw the old man carrying a broom humming and walking back.

"Boss, one?"

Zhou Ze received a cigarette from Lao Dao and was about to get in when he was shouted by Lao Dao.

"Boss, I have something here."

"Lack of money?"

"Oh, why do I find you when you are short of money?"

"........." Zhou Ze.

"No, no, it doesn't mean that poorly, hehe, it's a little busy and I want your boss to help you."

"Speak."

"It's like this. I have a sanitation friend there, and his son is a city manager in the following township. I have been having nightmares for a while. The whole person's face is yellow and yellow. I can't eat anything. I go to the hospital for examination. It's nothing. Something is wrong, but people are getting haggard and disintegrating day by day. Isn't this anxiety? Didn't I just talk about it and say that I would know how to do it in this way? People would find me..."

"Then you go, go to other people's house and put the sign in your crotch in front of others' face and put it on the head of their son."

"Does this work?"

"Almost, either the dirty things on the son were killed by you, or you were killed by other people."

"amount…………"

Zhou Ze is quite happy~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Well-known, this is the meaning of the old-fashioned, not the Madonna is not willing to help you are still old-fashioned.

Fortunately, Wang Ke didn't contact Zhou Ze again about the road that day, otherwise boss Zhou would not think so.

"You tell Lin Ke to go with you, just say what I ordered."

"Ah..." Lao Tao looked embarrassed.

"What's the matter?" Zhou Ze asked.

"Boss, let's go with me."

"Me?" Zhou Ze shrugged. How could he have this idle time, he had been delayed for half a morning, he hadn't basked in the sun yet.

At this time,

An environmental sanitation man riding a garbage tricycle happened to pass by on this road, saw Lao Dao and Zhou Ze, and greeted with a smile:

"Yo, Brother Lu, are you and your son planning to show Fengshui to the old grandson?"