Dead Party

After calling Uncle De, Zhuangrui put down his mind. Then he felt his stomach "grumbling" and started to cry. Looking at the time, it was more than 2 p.m., so excited that he even forgot to eat lunch.

Looking out of the window, the cold wind was blowing outside, the snow was getting heavier and heavier. Zhuangrui was not in the mood to go out for dinner. He simply went to the kitchen and opened the refrigerator. He found a package of quick-frozen dumplings and put them into the pot. Then he peeled several pieces of garlic and poured some spices such as oil and vinegar. After the dumplings were cooked, he ate them while they were hot.

"Jingling bell...".

Zhuangrui had just finished eating and tidying up the dishes and chopsticks, and was preparing to go on tidying up Grandpa's letters to see if he could find good things, when the phone rang at home.

"Hello, wood, you son is not authentic ah, back home for two days did not know to say to my buddies, later come to my shop, we have a drink in the evening, after the brother took you to sauna, good steaming, this ghostly weather, frozen to death..."

Zhuangrui just picked up the phone, and before he put it in his ear, he heard the roar coming from the microphone. Needless to ask, it must be Liu Chuan. Every time he called, he used to roar. Last year, when he came home, he was called by his mother and received it. Later, he was called home by his mother to carry his ear for half a day.

Liu Chuan's mother and Zhuangmu are colleagues. From the third grade of primary school to the graduation of senior high school, they have been classmates with Zhuangrui. One of their personalities is impulsive, the other is calm and heavy. No one expected that they would get along so well with each other. The elders of the two families did not take each other as outsiders and made mistakes as usual. Son, Zhuangrui was repaired by Liu Chuan's father when he was a child, but when he met, he was still called by his dry mother and father, and he did not stop dawdling at Liu Chuan's house.

When Liu Chuan was eight years old, his father transferred to Pengcheng Public Security Bureau from the army. Liu Chuan, who grew up in the army courtyard, was very similar to his father in character. What disputes he encountered were usually explained with his fists. He was far less interested in learning than in the street game room.

Strange to say, Liu Chuan and Zhuangrui are almost inseparable from each other from primary school to senior high school. Zhuangrui spends no less time playing than Liu Chuan, but his academic performance is always the top three in his class, never falling out of the top three, and Liu Chuan often gets the third place, just counting down, even high school is by. From the relationship between the two, it is not absolute to say that those who are close to Mohism are black and those who are close to Zhu are red.

After graduating from high school, Liu Chuan's father found several jobs for him. The boy was not used to leading or fighting with his colleagues. Later, the flower and bird market in Pengcheng was rebuilt. Liu Chuan, who loved raising dogs and feeding cats when he was young, simply encouraged his family to buy a front door there. He sold pets as a boss and cats, dogs and scorpions. King Tortoise is everything upside down, but over the years he has made a lot of money. Every day, people like dogs hold their mobile phones and drive a second-hand Toyota. No one can see that this is a dog.

In recent years, gambling and fighting crickets are prevalent in Zhonghai, Zhejiang and other places. Liu Chuan went to Shandong rural areas to collect many crickets. While delivering goods to Zhonghai in the past few months, he squeezed in the cold winter and warm summer rental house of Rui Rui in Zhonghai Zhuang. According to his words, buddies can't afford to stay in hotels. When he arrived at his brother's home, there was no reason to live outside.

After hanging up the phone, Zhuangrui left a note for his mother, put on her old sister's knitted wool cap, took a piece of smoke in her arms, locked the door and went out. Because of the large number of people who made a taxi in the snowy days, Zhuangrui could not get a taxi for half a day on the roadside. He simply walked slowly to the flower and bird market with an umbrella. It was not very far anyway. It's only ten minutes'walk.

In recent years, although it is snowing outside, there are many pedestrians on the road. Take a look, and soon you will come to the street where the flower and bird market is located.

Pengcheng's flower and bird market is connected with the antique market, which is divided into pets, birds, flowers, antiques, jades, calligraphy and painting, books, stamps and other districts. Strengthened businessmen or renters or purchasers have shops, while some fans set up scattered stalls in the aisles on both sides of the shops, and only hand them to the market management office every day. A little management fee will do.

Zhuangrui has been here several times before. Every time he comes, there are crowds surging. He is very busy. Sometimes he can't move his body. However, during this period of time, it has been snowing for several days. The retail investors have basically not put out their stalls. Only a few people put their stalls under the well-connected shops, and all of them hide in the shops for warmth. It's quieter than before.

Walking to Liu Chuan's pet store, Zhuangrui found an old lady standing at the door of his shop. She was about fifty years old. She was dressed plainly but clean. She was carrying a flower cloth package in her hand. Her face seemed to be sad. Zhuangrui did not care. She pushed open the glass shop door and walked in.

Liu Chuan's pet store has about twenty square meters. When he bought it, it was only seventy or eighty thousand yuan. Now, if he sold it, 300,000 people would rush to buy it. This is just four or five years. It shows how much house prices have risen.

Several cages in the pet shop were empty. It was almost New Year's Day. With the heavy snow, it was estimated that he had no intention of doing business. He burned a stove in the house. The temperature was 278 degrees. When he entered the shop, Zhuangrui felt the warmth of his frozen, stiff face.

Liu Chuan, who pounded his butt at the computer and didn't know what he was pounding on, heard the glass door ring and didn't raise his head. He shouted, "There's nothing left in the store. Say what you want first, and then pick it up after the New Year."

"No big general, I want one...".

Zhuangrui jokingly said that the last time Liu Chuan went to Shanghai, he talked in his ear for several days, saying that when he was collecting crickets in Shandong Province, he went a few days late, and a general was taken away first by others. At that time, he was even more depressed than his wife was robbed.

"General? I also want to... Come on, it's your kid, sitting and smoking while I finish this dish.

Liu Chuan saw Zhuangrui, threw over a pack of cigarettes, and Zhuangrui came over to look at it. He couldn't help laughing and crying. This guy was playing Super Mary, an old-fashioned game. It was rare that this thing was still enjoying.

"Md, and did not pass the customs, I said your son, did not come back to me to report, otherwise the old woman said, I still do not know, listen to the old woman said you were shot a while ago, okay, let me see, let me see..." Liu Chuan threw down the game handle in his hand and came to Zhuangrui. After grabbing the cigarette in Zhuangrui's hand, he had to look at the wound in his back brain.

"Not so delicate, injury is almost good, or your little boy is comfortable, I knew I would not go to college, and you work with how good ah, the computer has been used, did not see, you are in line with the trend."

Zhuangrui lit a cigarette, pulled Liu Chuan's hand away, and sat down on the sofa in the shop. He had little addiction to cigarettes. He only smoked one cigarette when he was in a good mood or depressed. Sometimes he could not smoke a pack of cigarettes in four or five days.

"If you don't go to college, I'm afraid even my Lao Tzu can't spare you. By the way, my wife still says you have no conscience and don't go to see her at home. Why do you say this person is so nagging when he retires? I just can't bear to come to the store."

Liu Chuan poured out a lot of bitter water first, then his eyes lit up and said, "You quit your job, and then go on, maybe one day you will die. Seriously, brothers, come and work with me. I haven't been together in these years, I can't feel anything energetic. You have a better mind than me. You have to do this job. Guarantee that our store will be a unique one in Pengcheng.