dream pocket

Like the Tang family's small restaurant, the business on weekdays is generally not as good as in the middle of the week.

Because most of the people who come to this restaurant are office workers, they save time for a quick meal at noon or at night.

On weekends, when they have free time, most office workers cook at home, and when they go out with friends, they will choose a slightly higher-end restaurant.

Just after one o'clock in the afternoon, Tang Xin came to the entrance of the restaurant with a shoulder bag, and smiled knowingly when he saw the scene in front of him.

The restaurant with its enlarged facade was full of seats, and the business suddenly boomed again. The waiters were busy back and forth, pouring tea, delivering water or serving dishes.

Pushing open the door and entering, Xie Wanling, who was sitting at the counter as a conductor, waited for him to approach, and asked with concern: "Have you eaten yet?"

Tang Xin nodded, then clicked his tongue, went around the counter, and looked up and down Xie Wanling who went shopping in the morning and bought new clothes.

A purple sweater-style knitted dress with a v-shaped neckline, a color that symbolizes nobility, and a hairstyle with curled up flowers. Xie Wanling's dignified and elegant style is very eye-catching.

"How is it? Your dad chose it. Does it look good?"

Xie Wanling stood up, smoothed the corners of her skirt, her round and slender legs were wrapped in warm flesh-colored stockings, and her fashionable white high-heeled shoes were spotless.

"The country is overwhelmed! Didn't my dad shed tears of happiness?"

Xie Wanling, who was smiling like a flower, knocked Tang Xin on the head and burst into tears, and said with unconcealed joy: "You are not allowed to tease your father, and you are not allowed to make fun of your mother."

"If honesty is a sin, Mom, please shoot me!"

Tang Xin put down his schoolbag and sat at the counter. After chatting and laughing with his mother for a while, he opened the schoolbag and took out something that shocked Xie Wanling.

"Son, how is it here? Where did you get it?"

The one put on the table by Tang Xin was the soliciting business cat.

Tang Xin put the commercial cat in its original position again, turned his head and smiled at his mother: "This thing is not unique."

Xie Wanling looked puzzled, as if she understood something, and asked, "Son, do you mean that Boss Dong bought one, and then you bought a new one?"

Tang Xin smiled and nodded, "That's right, why don't we go to Chuanxiang Restaurant to have a look, his is in the lobby."

As if relieved, Xie Wanling was still worrying about this matter two days ago. She sold the mascot brought by her son. She didn't think it was a big deal at first, especially when the account was [-] yuan. But after seeing her son's abnormal expression, she secretly said to herself Blame him, thinking he broke his heart.

Picking up a clean rag to wipe the cat for sale, Xie Wanling smiled and said, "Okay, this mom won't sell it, even if the store sells it, I have to keep this one."

But Tang Xin said: "Don't tell me, you've already sold one, and it's not too late to sell a few more. If you want to sell it, you can sell it. This thing is a high-end item, you can buy it casually, and you don't need to treat it as a treasure."

Xie Wanling was taken aback, then turned her head to stare at Tang Xin, seeing that his expression did not seem to be talking ironically, so she felt relieved and said, "That's good."

After finishing business, Tang Xin left the restaurant and went home to read a book honestly.

Going to school on Monday, Tang Xin looked boredly at Sun Dao copying his homework in a hurry, helpless.

Qiu Qiang's house was far away, and he came to school late. Basically, when he arrived in the classroom, the classroom was already noisy.

"Tang Xin, about your matter, I went home and told my dad, and he said that he could come forward and talk to Dong Shiyou, but you have to say a price you can accept, as long as you can afford it, my dad said he You can go out first, you can write an IOU and pay it back on time."

Qiu Qiang sat on Tang Xin's desk with half his ass, and said condescendingly.

Tang Xin looked up at him in surprise.

"When your father said this, was he sober? He believed that I could pay it back? If Dong Shiyou knocked him 100 million, I would also say that I accepted it. If I can't pay the money, what should I do? Do you expect me to sell it? Kidney?"

Qiu Qiang threw a book in his hand, and said casually: "You think my dad is a fool? He asked me first if he could trust you, and I said yes, so he said he could come forward. As for you, if you want to say that you can accept 100% Ten thousand, hehe, my dad will take it seriously? He must have a bottom line in his heart. I think, within one hundred thousand, even if you can't afford it, your family can at least afford the money. When the time comes, you should directly ask your parents for the debt, and you should run away No."

Tang Xin has met Qiu Daosheng a few times, an easy-going uncle, and he does not smell like a businessman or a philistine. If Qiu Qiang introduced his father as a professor who studies knowledge or a government worker, Tang Xin Never doubt.

"This favor is too great, I can't bear it. We are all little kids, don't mix adults in. Just pretend that this has never happened, but you still thank your dad for me."

After Tang Xin finished speaking, Qiu Qiang got up, put away the textbooks, and prepared to walk back to his seat.

"Hey, Qiu Qiang, have you found an expert at Beishan Temple?"

Sun Dao, who was afraid that the world would not be chaotic, copied his homework and did not forget to provoke right and wrong.

It really is a pot that cannot be opened without mentioning.

Before Tang Xin had time to hate Sun Dao, Qiu Qiang came over, patted Tang Xin's desk, and asked with a frowning face: "Tang Xin, tell me today, is there any expert? When I went to Beishan Temple, I was short of kneeling down to the little monk sweeping the floor. People cried and said that there are no masters in the temple, and I don’t think it’s surprising to practice boxing kung fu.”

Looking left and right, Tang Xin said vaguely: "From the very beginning, you said that there is an expert, and you forced me to ask where the expert is. I think there should be an expert in Qihang Fighting Club and Beishan Temple... ..”

Scratching his head, Qiu Qiang was a little confused. After listening to Tang Xin's words, he seemed to be responsible. It took him 2 minutes to clear his mind, then he patted the table, leaned down to stare at Tang Xin closely, and asked : "Tang Xin, how did you beat my internal strength that day?"

"You must have misremembered that day. How could I have internal strength? People will explode with unimaginable potential in a critical moment! For example, a person actually lifted a car in order to save his own child. I was caught by you at the time. Pushed into a desperate situation, the potential in the body exploded unconsciously, so that punch caught you off guard. Do you understand?"

Tang Xin's tone was unquestionable, and his serious expression was no joke.

Qiu Qiang blinked his eyes, and asked inexplicably: "Desperate situation? We have known each other since junior high school. It has been more than five years, and we have fought more than ten times? Although I won before, it was all just for fun. Who It's not serious. How can you be in a desperate environment? If you can be desperate, how can you live to this day?"

Tang Xin lowered his head and sighed sadly: "Qiu Qiang, you are not me, how can you understand? I have been oppressed by you for a long time and have not resisted, and the suppression has accumulated for five years. Isn't such an outbreak terrible? ?”

Qiu Qiang sneered: "You didn't resist? If I punch you, you can put a dead mouse in my schoolbag. I still remember that smell to this day. The terrible thing is that the smell can't be washed off. I directly Throw away the whole schoolbag. I know how hard a fist is, it doesn’t hurt or itch, but you, the psychological shadow caused to me has not been shaken yet. The more I think about it, the more I think it should be me who broke out , it's not your turn."

Tang Xin raised his head, nodded solemnly and said: "Yes! Qiu Qiang, you have to keep thinking about those things now, and then go to the fighting club to find a coach to explode. Go, brew your emotions, and recollect the suppressed anger in your heart. "

Qiu Qiang walked towards his seat, Tang Xin heaved a sigh of relief, and Sun Daoyin beside him said with a smile: "Tang Xin, you are so bad."

"I'm pure, thank you."

Tang Xin opened the book, and suddenly heard the sound of a chair falling to the ground from the back of the classroom. He turned his head and saw Qiu Qiang running out with his mouth covered, and glared at him fiercely.

Sun Dao looked at Tang Xin and asked, "What did you do to him?"

Tang Xin said innocently: "It is estimated that he has been recalling the smell of dead rats, making him sick to his stomach."

"Compared to you, I feel more and more kind."