Chapter 14 New Year's Eve!

　　All night today, and just this one customer, all income, is a hundred dollars, but the cost of spending, just a cup of water. 　　Of course, you can say that there are also electricity and rent and other costs and expenses ....... 　　But things can not be so calculated, before Xu Le in the time, these are also costs, but his entry, almost negligible, people always have to look for the right comparison object, in order to let themselves get some satisfaction as well as confidence in life. 　　In addition, or because of that girl with Corgi, Zhou Ze realized that this day is actually Valentine's Day. 　　Flipped through WeChat, found Dr. Lin's micro-signal, clicked in, Zhou Ze wanted to send a red packet, sent a 1314 found that he did not have enough money, 131.4 money is enough, but this send instead feel a little petty. 　　Anyway, she is not sleeping with me. 　　Forget it. 　　I don't want to send it. 　　Dropping the phone, Zhou Ze casually found a book and flipped through it, and kept this position until the morning. 　　Go next door to eat wontons, skin thin or not, filling thick or not, Zhou Ze is not clear, or in accordance with the previous method of eating, a large bowl of sour plum juice immediately after swallowing, and then pinched their necks where they kept taking deep breaths, suppressing the urge to vomit. 　　Thinking that every time he ate in the future he would have to follow this process, Zhou Ze felt that his future days seemed to be overshadowed by a layer of shadow. 　　Zhou Ze also thought of the man in the video, the same pain in the congee, think about some miserable, eating was originally one of the greatest enjoyment of people living in the world, and now, has been insulated from them. 　　I don't know if there are any "anorexics" clubs in the world, but when we gather around a table, who can eat a mouthful of food first, and then we all give a thumbs up together: 　　"You're great! 　　My XXX is awesome!" 　　Take a deep breath, the image, it's a little unnerving. 　　Regardless, yesterday's video including the old Taoist in the video as well as the man drinking congee, was a little too far away for Zhou Ze for the time being. 　　After Valentine's Day, is the New Year's Eve, that is, the New Year's Eve, if it were to change the usual, this commercial center must be decorated with lights, "New Year's Eve" to make a very full, but in fact, now is still the same old, cold and quiet. 　　This is like life. 　　Since there has been the scenery, there will naturally be despondent. 　　Zhou Ze remembers that when this business center was first opened, it was also a moment of popularity, and now, no one asked for it. 　　Xu Qinglang today business is good, should be a lot of other stores are closed for the reason that he still insisted on doing takeout on New Year's Eve, naturally harvest more orders, after all, the customer can choose the margin, also become less. 　　From time to time, there are wear blue clothes yellow clothes or red clothes takeaway small brother from his family noodle shop in and out, Zhou Ze squatted in front of his bookstore, while smoking a cigarette while lamenting. 　　Damn Xu Le, how good it was to open a cassoulet in the first place. 　　A favorite saying of the immortals in mythological stories was that a day in heaven is a year on earth. 　　In fact, Zhou Ze felt that this should be right, and it was just as universal for hell. 　　I remember that I died in a car accident ...... No, I remember that when I was sent to the incinerator to be burned, it should have just been the June 1 Children s Day, and right now, in the blink of an eye, it will be the thirtieth day of the year. 　　Half of the time, passing is so fast, floating life, but it is a half of the yellow spring road muddled. 　　Smoked a lot of cigarettes, thought a lot of thoughts, Zhou Ze felt a little tired, he took out his phone, wanted to see what movies there are recently, it just so happens that the cinema is right next to it, he can go over there to kill some time. 　　"Hey, is there a newspaper at your place?" Xu Qinglang, who had finished a busy round of delivering the last batch of takeout boys, walked out. 　　"Doing what?" 　　"Pasting the walls." Xu Qinglang replied. 　　"So frugal?" 　　"Newspaper paste on the wall to have a sense of atmosphere and age, you didn't sell them all yesterday, did you?" 　　"There's still some, wait, I'll go find it for you." 　　Zhou Ze went back to the store, carried out a half man high stack of newspapers in the box on the second floor near his freezer, and went downstairs and gave it to Xu Qinglang who was waiting there. 　　"You're not going home even for the New Year?" Xu Qinglang asked. 　　"To accompany the book for the New Year." 　　It was a pity that Zhou Ze didn't have a goat's beard and there was no wine in his hand. 　　Otherwise when can for this B frame full of words when floating a big white. 　　"You are not also did not go home?" Zhou Ze self-indulgent for a while and then asked. 　　"More than twenty suites, I go back to which home ah." Xu Qinglang sighed. 　　"......" Zhou Ze. 　　The two were silent for a while before Zhou Ze opened his mouth, "Let me tell you a story." 　　"Okay." Xu Qinglang nodded his head, his expression was slightly implied, his hair was a little bit long, a few strands of hair hung low, down into the corners of his mouth, he reached out and touched the hair away, his posture was gentle, it was really shy and lovely. 　　This flavor, not enough for outsiders also. 　　"Once, also in the New Year's day, late at night on the road, a person ran into the biggest local a rich man. 　　The tycoon was very drunk. 　　The man asked the tycoon, "Why don't you go home? 　　The tycoon replied, Home, where is my home? My family and loved ones are not with me. By home, do you mean my estate which is the biggest in the city?" 　　Xu Qinglang listened to the story and nodded slightly, seeming to deeply sympathize. 　　"Then that man pressed that tycoon to the ground and beat him up furiously, shouting: 　　I told you to come out on New Year's Eve to act like a bully!" 　　Zhou Ze continued to finish the story. 　　"......" Xu Qinglang. 　　The chat between the two ended and 　　Zhou Ze returned to his bookstore, which was warm with the heater on, and flipped his cell phone in his hand, with no one to contact. 　　I was thinking of going to the orphanage to see, but think about it or forget about it, on their own, not much money left. 　　But just at this time, a customer came to the door, a young man wearing blue overalls with a helmet on his body, he pushed open the door of the bookstore and walked in, asking somewhat coyly: 　　"Here, can I read a book? How much?" The other pursed his lips. 　　"Read it, money watch and pay." Zhou Ze waved his hand, signaling the other party to feel free. 　　"That's a good sentiment, do you have novels here?" The young man said with some constraint, "I like to read novels, the web novel kind." 　　Zhou Ze pointed to a box behind the bookshelf, "It's all there." 　　The other party walked over to the box and flipped through it a few times, looking pleased that just some of the book covers and wrappings were still there. 　　"Unwrap it and read it, no charge." Zhou Ze said generously. 　　"Okay." 　　The young man unwrapped a web novel and then sat down on the plastic stool and started reading it. 　　Zhou Ze as the boss himself sat behind the counter and trimmed his nails, the young man was there reading, about half an hour later, the young man stood up from the chair, took out his own cigarettes, and handed Zhou Ze one: 　　"Not a good cigarette, don't mind." 　　"Hey, cigarettes aren't supposed to be anything good, what's the difference between good and bad." 　　Zhou Ze took the cigarettes, and the other party also took one, and took the initiative to walk outside the store, blowing in the cold wind while lighting a cigarette. 　　This made Zhou Ze, who had originally planned to smoke right inside the house, freeze for a moment, thought better of it, put the cigarette aside and continued to trim his nails. 　　The youth walked back after smoking outside, and this time he didn't continue to sit on the plastic stool, but sat on the floor against the wall. 　　Although the air conditioning was on in the room, the tiles on the floor were still very cold, but the young man didn't care about it, thinking that he was used to it on weekdays. 　　After about a quarter of an hour, outside the store door came over four more men wearing very cleanly laundered blue overalls, the oldest was less than thirty years old, and the youngest, probably only about seventeen years old. 　　These four men came in together, and the young man leaning over against the wall waved at them, he should have been the one to call them over. 　　The later ones greeted Zhou Ze, Zhou Ze dealt with them perfunctorily, still continuing to trim his nails; 　　Zhou Ze decided to go and buy a set of professional nail repairing utensils, so that he could afford his nails. 　　It was just that the courier was now out of service, and most of the brick and mortar stores outside were closed, so he could only give up for the time being. 　　Raising his head again, Zhou Ze found that the five workers were sitting on the ground each holding a novel in their hands and looking at it. 　　Look at the cover to know is a colorful network novels, to the majority of metaphysical, there is a take a horror class, while watching also while biting nails, obviously look enjoyable. 　　Just the other side of the nail biting behavior let Zhou Ze some difficult to agree with. 　　Knowing how to cherish nails before knowing how to cherish life. 　　From time to time, some people look at the novel laughed, this is to look at the story from the heart of a smile. 　　In the bookstore, there are many people, but very quiet, from time to time there is a little sound, but not really disturbing people. 　　By the evening, Xu Qinglang walked in with a bowl of dumplings, he came in and said directly: 　　"Yoho, the store is quite lively." 　　Zhou Ze smiled and nodded. 　　"Brothers, what do you want to eat?" Xu Qinglang asked the workers sitting in the store. 　　Everyone looked at each other in disbelief and 　　somewhat at a loss for words. 　　"Forget it, I'll treat you." Xu Qinglang, after all, is a man with more than two dozen sets of men, "New Year's Eve, a few brothers do not go home is not easy, are out of the hard money, all the way to the south and north of the world are brothers." 　　"Then, thank you boss, boss get rich." The oldest worker got up to express his gratitude to Xu Qinglang. 　　"It's due, it's due." 　　Xu Qinglang put down Zhou Ze's dumplings and went back to his store. 　　Zhou Ze drank a little bit of soup, and then forcefully swallowed two dumplings, damn Xu Qinglang forgot to bring himself some sour plum juice, he couldn't eat it himself. 　　Taking out the cigarettes on the table, Zhou Ze walked out from behind the counter. 　　"Finished looking at their own change ah, I have here should be the full set, anyway, my store opened here is also a loss-making business, everyone do not be polite with me." 　　Zhou Ze handed over cigarettes one by one. 　　The workers were all flattered and took them. 　　Then they all got up and walked to the store door and squatted in a row to smoke. 　　They were unwilling to dirty the environment of the store. 　　Zhou Ze thought about it and also walked out of the store, outside, the wind was a bit cold, he also squatted down next to him and followed along. 　　The workers were chatting. 　　Those who are married, talk about their own in-laws, talk about their own children; 　　For those who are not married, they talk about the people they know in Tongcheng or their hometowns. 　　They were making fun of each other. 　　They flirted with each other. 　　Although we all know each other 　　Although we all know each other's backgrounds, we still have something to talk about. 　　This group of workers listen to the accent to know is from all over the world, not from a village out. 　　Tongcheng near Shanghai, belonging to the Yangtze River Delta region, although the volume and Shanghai can not be compared, but the annual employment here is still very large, as long as the willingness to suffer, willing to suffer, do not worry about finding a job, and do not worry about not making money. 　　The cigarettes were sent to each other for two more cycles. 　　Zhou Ze opened his mouth and said, "Brothers, New Year's Eve really do not go home to see?" 　　"No, home is good." 　　"A trip back and forth is quite a hassle, there is still work to do in the New Year, the boss will also send red packets, not to take no reason not to take, but also to send more money back." 　　"Haha, today is quite good, there are novels to read, there are cigarettes to smoke, this year, have a taste of life." 　　"Boss, when are you closing?" A worker asked. 　　"Not closing." Zhou Ze replied. 　　"The boss isn't going home?" 　　"The ladies at home don't listen, so I'm not going back." 　　Zhou Ze felt a sense of bravado rise to the clouds! 　　The workers together gave Zhou Ze a thumbs up and applauded him. 　　Of course, no one went too far to agree, listening to the accent can be felt, and Zhou Ze is open bookstore is not a fruit stall, the workers have guessed Zhou Ze is a local. 　　The locals are not going home on New Year's Day, so there is a reason why they don't continue to flirt and joke about it. 　　Moreover, each of them is the backbone of the family, out to work to earn money, the family old people and children are their own mother-in-law in charge, they are hard, they are tired, but their mother-in-law, is the same. 　　The day, is a generation of bitter out, boiled out, who's day and easy to live it? 　　Zhou Ze was just about to continue handing out cigarettes when a shout came from the distance: 　　"Xu Le!" 　　Zhou Ze raised his head, stood up, only to find a Porsche Cayenne parked on the opposite side of the road, a familiar car. 　　Well, the car of his own mother-in-law. 　　The one who shouted was her sister-in-law, she had indeed been frightened by Zhou Ze in the toilet a while ago, but now that she had returned to normal, there was no way she could think that her own brother-in-law was a ghost, so she just blamed it on the fact that she had been scared out of her wits at that time. 　　Of course, it was impossible for her to be too good-tempered towards Zhou Ze, after all, she had actually scared the piss out of this young lady, how humiliating! 　　"Xu Le, come home for dinner!" 　　The sister-in-law shouted. 　　"Not going back, the store is busy and bustling." Zhou Ze waved his hand. 　　Joke. 　　He was going back to see his father-in-law and mother-in-law on New Year's Eve? 　　Suffer from the anger of this unintelligent sister-in-law? 　　Most importantly. 　　Rushing home on New Year's Eve to sleep in a separate bed? 　　Are you looking for abuse? 　　"Sis, is this guy crazy! Unbelievable, inexplicable, and he's so stubborn!" 　　The sister-in-law sat in the back seat and beamed. 　　Dr. Lin smiled, "Let's go home and have dinner with mom and dad first." 　　"Yo, listen to this, sis, are you planning to come out at night?" 　　"I am his, legal wife after all." Dr. Lin didn't say anything more and started the car and left the place. 　　Watching the car drive away. 　　Zhou Ze shouted to the workers around him, "Brothers, is my aunt-in-law pretty?" 　　"Pretty!" 　　"Blessed!" 　　"Too good looking!" 　　"Hahahahaha." 　　Xu Qinglang walked out of the store with a large tray... 　　"Come on, braised pork over rice, brothers, let's eat!" 　　The workers were a bit restrained and embarrassed, the oldest worker was a bit embarrassed, "We went out, none of us brought ......" 　　"As promised before, I'll treat my brothers to a meal! Mention money again is to take me not to look at the brother, in the future the sky and the south and the north, may be one day to run into, then there are times when I beg you all brother." 　　"Good!" 　　"One word!" 　　"When you come to my old home ......" 　　"Come!" 　　Workers are carrying a big bowl of covered rice into the bookstore, everyone squatted on the ground, put the bowl on the plastic bench painfully open to eat. 　　There was a worker who was reading a novel while eating, and was knocked on the head with chopsticks by one of the workers next to him. 　　"Eating lard blinded guy, if you accidentally dirty the book, how can the boss still sell it for money?" 　　"That's right too, eat first." 　　The atmosphere was lively, Zhou Ze went back behind his own counter, the dumplings that had already gotten a little cold, he ate down three more, this time, he didn't know why, maybe it was because of the atmosphere, his nausea was much smaller than before. 　　After the meal. 　　The big guy continued to read. 　　In the house, there was heating and novels to read, it was very cordial. 　　Without realizing it, it was ten o'clock in the evening. 　　The oldest worker stood up, stretched a lazy waist, said: "Brothers, to the point, back to it, we help others to clean up the house." 　　"Okay!" 　　The five laborers helped Zhou Ze clean the store up and down. 　　"Boss, we're leaving, thank you for today." 　　"You're welcome." Zhou Ze waved his hand. 　　They left. 　　Unlike last night's girl with the corgi, who left a hundred dollars after reading for a while, they had read for a day and half the night and didn't leave a single dollar behind. 　　But Zhou Ze didn't care at all, nor was he the slightest bit dissatisfied. 　　Stretching his back, Zhou Ze intended to go and shout to Xu Qinglang to retrieve the dishes from the store, when he walked to the noodle shop, Zhou Ze saw Xu Qinglang sitting behind the table looking at the newspaper. 　　Well, the newspaper was still given to him by Zhou Ze during the day. 　　Xu Qinglang was wearing a pair of gold-framed glasses, and he did look a bit bookish, worthy of being a man with more than two dozen suites. 　　How do you look at it, you have a temperament! 　　"The dishes over there, you clean them up." Zhou Ze said. 　　"Okay, this is going." 　　Xu Qinglang put his glasses down, rubbed his eyes, and got up to clean up the dishes next door. 　　At the top of that large stack of newspapers was a copy of Yangzi Evening News, and looking at the date, it was from seven days ago; 　　On the front cover page of the newspaper was a big bold black news: 　　"Residential Building Fire, Courage and Courage." 　　Last week, a fire broke out in a densely populated residential neighborhood in Tongcheng. 　　Five young construction workers at a nearby construction site ran in to save people despite the danger, saving a total of more than twenty elderly women and children, but after they rushed into the fire to save people for the last time 　　they were not able to run out again. 　　There's a big picture on the cover of the Yangzi Evening News. 　　It's a group photo of these five people. 　　They are standing shoulder-to-shoulder, wearing the old-fashioned scissor hands, as if they had just come to the construction site after living in a workhouse. 　　The faces of these five men were all young and wrinkled. 　　In the photo. 　　The smile is a bit formal, but also very bright. 　　Xu Qinglang walked into the bookstore. 　　He looked at the five bowls of rice on the plastic bench in front of him. 　　The food was not even touched, and the heat had long gone out. 　　On each bowl of rice, there was a pair of chopsticks sticking straight upwards. 　　"Brothers. 　　Eat well. 　　Drink well." 　　Xu Qinglang muttered. 　　Outside. 　　The sound of firecrackers rang out. 　　Tong City had not banned fireworks, and for a while, the haze filled the sky, it was very lively and festive. 　　Zhou Ze raised his head, looked outside and 　　whispered: 　　"It's New Year's Eve."