Southern tide

Zhou Mingshen didn't have time to explain what he owed him.Because they played too selflessly and ignored the time.The hit/black cops came, and they fled in a violent storm.Zhou Ming still had Mu Yang's cigarette in his hand.The owner of the soda shop gave him one-third of an acre of land, and he could curl up in the corner next to the rolling door and have a good sleep.He took out the newspaper that had been folded into small pieces from his pocket, and looked for a place for himself among the densely packed yellow pages by the streetlight.

He can only work three days per job.The Zhou family's hands are too long, the Southern Army/Region, they also have people.He ran out of the military academy without saying a word, rejecting all the arrangements of the Zhou family, it was tantamount to slapping his father hard on the face, loud and crisp.It's a pity that his father was not without feelings for that woman.That's why he interfered in Zhou Mingxie's life again and again.It may also be because he has only two sons, and Zhou Mingshea is one of them.

He cannot be taken back.Once captured, there is no way out.

Therefore, Zhou Mingsheath was extremely cautious and took every step steadily.

He found suitable jobs in the Yellow Pages, tore them out, and stashed them in his pocket.Just touched the cigarette.With a sudden movement in his heart, he took it out and looked under the streetlight.At this time, the light is warm and yellow, and it makes people feel warm in their hearts.As if a kitten was scratching his heart, he would think of Mu Yang's face.

Zhou Ming looked at half a cigarette in the sheath over and over again. He cherished it very much, and put it in a stack of ten-cent notes and hid it in the pocket of his bloomers.

It was stolen the next day.

That was because the fast food restaurant he used to eat was closed for the first time. There was no other way, so Zhou Ming looked around twice and chose another cheap one.This is his first visit to this house, and he was targeted by thieves.When he ordered the food and wanted to pay, he took out his pocket and found that the ten-cent bill had disappeared.The thieves in Hong Kong City are much more powerful than those in the north.They only have a one-second face-to-face meeting on the bus, and they can take your PHS strapped to your waist.

Zhou Mingsheath is still too young.

But what is embarrassing is that the proprietress has already prepared the meals.She copied the rice spoon, was aggressive, and would not let him go.Zhou Mingsheathed his hands in his pockets, slowly twisting his fingertips, imagining that the money would come out by itself again, like a fairy tale.He even clearly remembered the serial number of each note, because he earned it himself.But good things didn't happen.He stood there, blushing, like a starving ghost eating free food.

He had never been so embarrassed in his life.Although he is a prodigal son, he does not owe money.

At almost the most embarrassing moment in his life, Mu Yang rescued him.

He didn't know when Mu Yang came in.Did you pass by the door, saw him, and walked in because it was him, or did you just meet by accident?he does not know.Mu Yang would not tell him either.But Mu Yang took out a ten-yuan bill from his pocket and threw it on the table nonchalantly.He bent down to get close to the meals, as if he was picking them out, but after a while he said, "It's the same as what he ordered."

Looking back at Zhou Mingshea with a smile on his face, he didn't intend to hide the joke in his eyes at all.

He deliberately teased Zhou Mingsheath.

Zhou Mingshen likes salty food, but Mu Yang is not used to it.So he pawed for a while with his chopsticks, then looked out the door with his face on his hands.From time to time, young people pass by on motorcycles outside the door. When they see him, their eyes will light up and they will greet him.Mu Yang nodded.You see, his popularity is not bad.It really is a little sun.

It was rare for Zhou Mingshean to remain silent, and he was eating quietly, obviously angry in his heart.

Mu Yang said: "Dozens of dollars, just lose it if you lose it."

Zhou Mingsheath said, "Your smoke."

Mu Yang didn't understand, Zhou Mingshe told him that he put Mu Yang's leftover half of the cigarette in the ten-cent ticket.When the angry thief stole things, he took away Zhou Ming's treasure.

"I don't care about money, but about cigarettes."

Mu Yang took a sip of the soup.He stared at the egg drop in the soup as if staring into his own eyes.He said: "Cigarettes... I can give you another one if you ask me."

Zhou Mingsheath put down his chopsticks and looked up at him: "Why help me?"

Mu Yang has a silver chain around his neck.There is a round cake hanging down, like the kind that can be opened and hidden in photos.Zhou Mingshea stared at his snow-white neck, dripping beads of sweat on his collarbone, one by one quietly resting on his neck, making people want to lick it.He was a little curious, whose picture was in the necklace?

But Mu Yang said, "I'm not short of those few dollars."

Overtly and secretly teasing Zhou Mingshea for being a beggar.

Zhou Mingxiu was not annoyed: "You said that being friends is easy to be in a relationship. Have you changed your mind?"

Mu Yang's hands that were fiddling with the porcelain bowl finally paused.Zhou Mingshen can always explain a fact to the point.

This man helped him.

Mu Yang finally looked at him: "You said you wanted me to owe you something, I went back and thought about it, and I was very panicked. I feel that if I really owe you something, you will definitely bite me. You can do this kind of thing. He said slowly, "So I thought about it all night, and finally decided, or you still owe me. A few dollars, buy you a favor, I hold it in my hand, safe."

What a cunning kitten he is, Zhou Mingshea thought as he stared at his opening and closing lips.This is a very smart, very beautiful little wild cat, which cannot be raised by people, but only hunts by itself.But such a terrible fellow, said softly, he thought to himself all night.Zhou Mingshe felt that it was very useful.

So he stared at Mu Yang deeply, and Mu Yang also stared at him patiently.There were drops of water on the kitten's smooth jawline, as well as on the tips of its hair, and so did the little cat on the back of its head. Zhou Mingshea suddenly realized that he was made of water.

So he said, "Okay. Now I owe you. What do you want me to do?"