txolops Chapter 47 etc.
Chapter 47 etc.
The young man sat on the side of the road below the apartment building, looking at the darkened windows above, and sat all day long.He said to the little fat man who was following him: "The senior is not coming back. The senior really left me and is not coming back."
The fat man with the little green dragon tattooed on his body asked: "Then what should we do? Otherwise, we'll buy a plane ticket to Kuala Lumpur and tie the senior back. Boss, do you know where the senior lives?"
"do not know."
"Where's the phone number?"
"It's been shut down for a month."
"Then what to do!"
"Go ask that person." The young man sighed and stood up. "After all, he has followed Senior Xiao for so long, and he doesn't know anything and can't justify it."
The shed is in the suburbs, the rent is not expensive, the more expensive is the quietness.The door was kicked open, dust rose, and the little white tiger who was squatting on the ground playing PSP jumped up: "Boss, you are finally back!"
The man whose hands were tied behind his back also raised his head: "Hey, the rich second generation is back?"
The man looked 27, with messy hair and unshaven beard, wearing a black T-shirt, ripped jeans, sitting cross-legged on the ground with a lollipop in his mouth, turned his head and continued talking to the little white tiger: "Give me another stick Lollipop, let me tell you another story."
The little white tiger put down the PSP, turned his head purely, and said to the young man, his eyes were full of longing: "Boss, do you know that this man used to be a mercenary in South Africa, and shot two African chiefs with one gun!"
"Oh," the young man walked over and squatted in front of him, "I don't want to hear this kind of story, can you tell me the story of Senior Xiao? If you still refuse to tell, I will give you a box of lollipops, a One is stuffed in your mouth until you can't speak for the rest of your life."
"My surname is Zhou, and my name is Zhou Tianhao." The young man stared at the man and said seriously, "You can call me Nicolas. Every word I just said was serious."
The man swallowed the lollipop, raised his eyebrows, and looked—ah, so scary.He swallowed a little hard, as if he accidentally swallowed the whole lollipop and got his trachea stuck!The man suddenly turned pale, arched his back, and wanted to scratch his throat with his hands, but couldn't save himself because his hands were tied behind him, in an extremely painful posture.He knelt on the ground and twitched, and the boy next to Wen Baihu rushed over with a look of panic: "Boss, untie, untie!"
The young man pushed away the rushing friend, reached out and grabbed the man's jaw, opened his mouth, trying to help him vomit out the foreign object.When he leaned over, the man fell on him as if he was exhausted and his center of gravity was unstable.The muscular adult man's weight should not be underestimated. The young man was a little anxious and couldn't stand firmly for a while, so he was pushed to the ground.During a push and a fall, the relative position changes.Before the young man could react, a sharp and hard object was pressed against his neck.
The man stopped twitching, and the stick of the lollipop spit out from his mouth again, because there was something in his mouth and he slurred his speech: "Untie me, rich second-generation young master."
His mouth was facing the soft neck of the young man, and the plastic stick of the lollipop stabbed straight at the throbbing carotid artery.
"This is the position, remember not to expose it to anyone next time," the man said, "No circumstances."
The young man was silent for a while, and asked, "Is it your plastic lollipop, or my knife?"
The man was startled, only to find that the young man's hand was on his abdomen, clenched into a fist, and there was something cold and hard in the fist, which could penetrate his unprotected internal organs with more force.
The man sighed, spat out the lollipop in his mouth with a bah, and looked at the young man in front of him.Now it is not so much a youth, it is better to say that it is in the transitional stage between adolescence and youth, between maturity and youthfulness, and the childishness has not completely faded away.In two more years, this chiseled face will be handsome, and now it's just a cub showing its fangs.
Seeing him spit out the lollipop, the young man took half a step back, turned over and got up, let go of his hand, and held a pen without a cap inside, with the nib pointing up.
"I didn't bring a knife." The young man said, "Senior Xiao doesn't like it."
The man sat up and raised his eyebrows.
"Zhou Tianhao," he suddenly nodded and smiled, "I remember you, what do you want to know?"
"Who told you to follow Xiao Chongyun?"
"His brother," the man said, "I'm not following him, but protecting him. Xiao Wenshan spent a lot of money to find me, asking me to follow him in France. It's just following him, there is no other meaning."
"A lot of money?" Xiao Qinglong asked next to him, "Are you very valuable? Why are you so valuable that we tied you here?"
The man choked for a moment, unable to speak for a while.He was silent for a long time, trying to organize his words: "If one day, you are driving on the road, and a fat student whose identity has already been investigated and determined, is stupid, rushes in front of your car and collapses on the spot, you will also stop. Take a look. When you get out of the car, you will smell a bloody smell. That stupid fat man is covered in blood. Of course he will walk over to take a second look... So I didn’t expect the fat man to jump up and give you a blow in the head. There are two accomplices behind him. This is a low-probability event, which is equivalent to capsizing in the gutter. Oh, the most annoying thing is that you don’t even bother to use chicken blood, and the smell of blood is still coming out... How did you do it?"
The stupid Sun Fangzheng was at a loss: "I don't know how to tune it, the boss tuned it."
He added: "How could this be a low-probability event? This is called Pingci. The boss said that it happens every day in China. It seems that you haven't returned to China for a long time."
Zhou Tianhao asked: "Protect him, is Senior Xiao in any danger?"
"I don't know," the man said, "The boss didn't say anything. I charge money to do things, so of course I don't ask."
"Senior Xiao and his brother have always had a bad relationship, how could they send you to protect him?"
"I don't know if their relationship is good or not," the man Chunchun taught, "Anyway, the advance payment has entered my account. Sometimes, I don't know what I shouldn't know. If I know too much, people don't live long. .”
He turned his head and glanced at Juan Yun and Gao Tian outside the window, and sighed: "Xiao Chongyun has a complicated family background. He has lived to this day, and he has some skills, so there is no need for bad boys like you to worry about it. Others are There is another world, you should live the present well first, and do what you should do. Sometimes you care too much about a person, and you will lose that person. Keeping a proper distance is an art. Now my goal of protection is gone, and I I have nothing to do and feel lonely in life, so I would like to stay and watch you guys play. Zhou Tianhao, right? There is no future for being a gangster, if you are willing to be my student and work with me, you might be able to stand out."
The man said again: "In our business, connections and brains are the most important. You have enough brains, and you are a rich second generation. It would be great to be my student. I rarely throw olive branches to others!"
Zhou Tianhao sized up the slovenly man in front of him: "What is your profession?"
The man asked the little white tiger for another lollipop, and asked the little white tiger to help him peel off the cellophane, and put it in his mouth like a cigarette: "Private detective, how about it?"
Zhou Tianhao declined.
The man turned to Xiao Qinglong and Xiao Baihu again: "If he can't do it, you two can barely do it. Anyway, you two study perfume, there is absolutely no future."
Xiao Qinglong and Xiao Baihu walked over, lifted him up vigorously together, and threw him to the corner of the room.
When Zhou Tianhao left, the man was still shouting from behind: "I want to eat twice-cooked pork tonight! Yes, the twice-cooked pork rice bowl in Chinese restaurants!"
However, at twelve o'clock in the evening, when Sun Fang was returning with a box of twice-cooked pork rice bowl that he had fried, the man was no longer there.He didn't know what to use to break the rope, and went to eat twice-cooked pork by himself.Before leaving, he left a mailbox on the wall with chalk: "If you change your mind in the future, send me an email—Qi Ba. Jiu."
"Yes, my name is Qi Ba. Jiu. You can call me Lao Qi or Lao Ba, but you can't call me Lao Jiu."
After the man disappeared, Zhou Tianhao still went around the apartment where Xiao Chongyun lived every day, and sometimes took his notebook and sat on the bench by the side of the road to study and deliberate.Waiting and waiting, spring passed, and summer was warm and fragrant, but Xiao Chongyun never came back.One day a French woman in a plaid dress led the movers upstairs, opened the door of Xiao Chongyun's room, packed everything inside, and loaded it into a truck.
Zhou Tianhao went over to stop her, but it turned out that the woman was the landlord: "The Chinese who lived here before? He vacated the house, didn't want everything, and gave everything away. What, do you want?"
The landlady regarded him as a poor international student, and felt sympathetic: "Then you pick three items, and the rest have to be disposed of according to the other party's requirements."
Zhou Tianhao entered, walked around the dusty room, and found that the senior had very few personal items.He picked and picked, and picked what Xiao Chongyun put on the table, the pen he used to write home letters, an unfinished perfume, and a notebook cover, which just fit the perfume notebook that Xiao Chongyun gave him.
Before leaving, he said to the French landlord: "I am not a begging student. The people who live here are my academic idols, and everything about him has a special meaning to me."
On the second day after checking out, Zhou Tianhao went to listen to a professor's speech, and heard someone chatting on the way back.
"Do you know Xiao from the East?"
"Of course, what happened to him? I haven't seen him for a long time."
"He went through the formalities of suspending his studies and asked someone to do it."
Zhou Tianhao deliberately slowed down and walked beside the group of people, when he heard someone ask, "Why did he suspend school?"
"I don't know, it seems that he is sick. But he seems to have completed his credits, and he might be able to catch up with the graduation ceremony."
Zhou Tianhao stood where he was, feeling that the whole world had abandoned him.
When the crowd moved, he just stood there.
That's right, Xiao Chongyun was wrong since early spring.What happened to him, why did he suspend school, and where did he go without saying a word?Why should you give yourself the notes you carry with you?
Why, you want to pull me out of the abyss, then turn around and leave after taking a look?
Zhou Tianhao stood on the edge of the lawn, looking up at the luxuriant sycamore tree. He didn't notice that one of the people who left just now turned his head and glanced at him, then turned back.
The student held a cup of coffee, took a sip, retreated to his side, and asked, "Are you Zhou Tianhao?"
"My name is Su Lan." He drank the coffee in one gulp, crumpled the paper cup and threw it into the trash can next to him. "Did you win No.1 in the Paris Perfume Competition last time? I won No.3!"
Su Lan asked him: "I heard that you received an invitation letter from 'God's Nose'? How did you get it? Does this club still accept people? Can you bring me one?"
Although "God's Nose" is a student association, it is still unattainable for most of the students because of the network accumulation of previous graduates and their own fame.It only sends out invitations to the best perfumers, with a fixed number of people, and new people will join after the old ones quit.Previously, there was only one Chinese in this club, and that was Xiao from the East.For Zhou Tianhao, he had never thought of such an organization, let alone an invitation letter.
He went home alone, thinking that the misunderstanding he had encountered in the afternoon was ridiculous.
It is impossible for me to be on the same platform as my seniors.
There was a letter box in the rented apartment, so he opened it, took the newspaper of the day, and found a letter under it.
Exquisite embossed paper, the whole person was stunned for a second when it was pulled out.The content of the letter is in French, and the translation into Chinese is only a short paragraph.
To Zhou Tianhao,
You are cordially invited to join the "God's Nose" community.
Our society is dedicated to building an alliance of the most talented perfumers to enrich the smells of the world.
Every time an old member withdraws from our club, a new member will be recruited. "Xiao Dongfang" officially quit the club yesterday, and he recommends you to be a valuable member of us.
god's nose
When Zhou Tianhao was holding the invitation letter and was stunned by the evening wind in France, Xiao Chongyun was checking the mailbox with his last trace of reason.This was secretly given to him by a maid who was acquainted with him before. It is an old-fashioned mobile phone hidden in the room. Basically, it can only receive calls and text messages from fixed sources. Occasionally, he can check his mailbox when the Internet speed is good.
The room was very dark, without any light, and he was looking at the withdrawal application he had sent to the "God's Nose" society.
The suspension of school was arranged by Zhang Wenshan, but it was Xiao Chongyun's own will to withdraw from this club.After all, the current him is no longer the former Xiao from the East.That young man with spring-like eyebrows and eyes full of ambition, as well as his talent, have been completely destroyed.
Xiao Chongyun had a high fever, every bone in his body was in pain, and there was only one thought in his chaotic consciousness.He felt that this matter must be done, it must be done, and it will be too late if it is not done.The quit email was sent two days ago. In the email, he named Nicolas to replace him and recommended this person to join the club.
If talent can't shine in him, at least let it shine in someone else who is more suitable.
Xiao Chongyun couldn't remember the name of Nicolas, but he thought that the club would be able to find out, and would definitely recognize the name of the elementary school boy.
In fact, since just now, it has been a bit difficult to think of the little boy, and it is precisely because of the thought just now that this name has been hanging in his consciousness.
There is an unread email in the mailbox.
"To Dear Xiao, we regret your decision to quit, and at the same time respect your choice. We have decided to choose someone you recommended to take your current position. God's Nose Society."
When Xiao Chongyun saw this email, his consciousness suddenly relaxed.His fever was so severe that his eyelids were as heavy as lead.The moment the mind relaxes, the body surrenders, and the dark sweetness reaches out to embrace him, pulling him into the abyss of unconsciousness.
He didn't even have time to put the phone away.
When Xiao Chongyun fell asleep, the man standing behind the door stepped into the room.He bent down and kissed the person sleeping on the bed, picked up the mobile phone still in his hand, and looked down at the email on the screen.
Zhang Wenshan then deleted the email, folded the cheap phone in half, and threw it out the window.