Although Luo Binhan wanted to see that "Chen Wei's friend", he ultimately failed to get his wish. He and Chen Wei sat until after midnight. During this period, the girl at the door knocked on the door and asked Chen Wei to go out and help her pay the bill (Luo Binhan hurried to the door to witness this strange scene). The red-haired man didn't even ask them to check out. Instead, he wrote directly on the guestbook at the counter, telling them that he had paid using the online system. What a familiar old customer! This shy foreigner ruined Luo Binhan's last hope of meeting the shop owner tonight.
He tried his best to chat with Chen Wei, trying to see if the shop owner would come back in the early hours of the morning (he obviously lived in the shop). His intention was quite obvious, and it was certainly impossible for Chen Wei not to notice it, but when the last customer left, she still announced with a smile that could not be refused that it was time to close the store.
"It's already so late, let me take you back." She suggested.
"I can go back by myself."
Chen Wei still insisted: "Let me give you a ride. It's safer this way. I would feel uneasy if you were to walk alone at night like this."
Luo Binhan felt strange seeing a face that looked so similar to Zhou Yu saying such things, but he had to admit that Chen Wei was a cosmic hero who had crossed countless battlefields, while he was just a weak and helpless rich second generation. He couldn't help but ask more: "What danger do you think I will encounter?"
Chen Wei stared at the roof and told him this was just in case.
Regardless of whether Luo Binhan believed it or not, he still waited for Chen Wei to lock the store door, and then went around to the alley behind the store with her. He originally thought that Chen Wei was going to walk back with him, but instead she drove out of the alley a cruiser motorcycle painted in matte black. She put on her own helmet first, then took out another helmet from the trunk and handed it to Luo Binhan.
Luo Binhan hugged his helmet and asked in his most sincere tone: "Can I sit in the front?"
Chen Wei looked at him in surprise: "Yes, yes...do you mind if I drive in the back?"
Luo Binhan didn't want to imagine that scene. He finally put on his helmet with a look of pain on his face and sat on the back seat of the motorcycle. After that, he didn't even have a chance to say a word to Chen Wei about his affairs, as if he was swept to the door of Zhou Yu's house by a typhoon. Chen Wei said goodbye to him on the motorcycle in high spirits and helped him take off the helmet from his head.
"Are my skills okay?" she asked somewhat reservedly.
"It went great," Luo Binhan said weakly, "I'll fly back by myself next time."
When he sat down in Zhou Yu's living room, the time on the wall clock was almost pointing to three in the morning. The door of Zhou Yu's bedroom has been closed, but the light is left in the living room, as well as a plate of stomach medicine and hangover medicine. Luo Binhan skillfully stole a can of beer from the refrigerator (it was newly bought, but it was hidden very deep, and the owner's disapproval attitude could be seen). While drinking, he thought about what Chen Wei had talked with him tonight.
It's all very interesting content. He thought to himself. On almost the same day, Fake told him that Chen Wei's magic could make people lose their memory, and Chen Wei told him that superb skills had the same effect. They may have unintentionally pointed at each other in their words. But what's even more coincidental is that they don't even mention that they have such abilities. Chen Wei never seemed to think that this matter might be related to herself. As for Farke, it was hard for him to imagine that Farke would not know what he could do with his technical level.
It's possible he imagined it all. Fake just wanted to tell him how to deal with Yu Xiaorong, and never intentionally hinted to him that his little problem was related to Chen Wei. Chen Wei only told him about the existence of another possibility out of honesty. She did not mention herself and the apprentice named Angti because she knew that they had nothing to do with the matter. Things can have completely opposite interpretations. If he could know more about Fake and Chen Wei...
He sat there thinking about various possibilities, which could also be said to be all kinds of baseless guesses. Certain ideas he would never show himself to have considered. Then he thought of Jing Huang again, to be precise, it was the Jing Huang that Chen Wei talked about. It was like knowing someone from a torn old photo. Tonight Chen Wei gave him a piece of it. A piece that was quite different from the one he already had. In his unknown thoughts, he tried to piece it together into his understanding of Jing Huang. He found that the fragment looked less out of place than he had thought. But he still learned something from it, not about Jing Huang, but about Chen Wei.
"Like a sister." He muttered, "Elder..."
When he came to his senses again, the sky was already slightly bright. He went to the bathroom and pondered the contents of Zhou Yu's refrigerator (Zhou Yu followed a mysterious and extremely inconvenient hygiene principle when placing food). He thought of at least ten breakfast options, but he didn't feel sleepy at all. When he finally felt that it was almost done, he knocked on Zhou Yu's bedroom door.
Just as he thought, Zhou Yu opened the door within ten seconds and was no longer wearing pajamas. Luo Binhan also found that he had put on a dark coat. This is not Zhou Yu's habit at home, which means that he plans to go out this morning.
Zhou Yu's expression was still sober, but the bruises under his eyes were very obvious. His complexion suddenly became much worse, which made Luo Binhan wonder whether he really fell asleep last night.
"Will you sleep a little longer?" he asked uncertainly.
"No, I have to go to the research laboratory today. What can I do?"
"Nothing, but I met Chen Wei last night."
The troubled look on Zhou Yu's face suddenly disappeared. He didn't ask Luo Binhan why he did this, but he was obviously waiting for Luo Binhan to speak.
"I want her to help me do something," Luo Binhan said. "We also chatted about Jing Huang by the way. But in general, we didn't talk about anything important. Are you in a hurry to go out?"
If Zhou Yu had planned to go out without breakfast, hearing Chen Wei's name made him immediately change his mind. He sat in the living room waiting for Luo Binhan's omelette and bacon, and at the same time listened to Luo Binhan's story about his visit to Chen Wei.
"She is completely different from what I thought." Luo Binhan took advantage of the break of squeezing juice to say, "It is completely different from.... What is your impression of her?"
"He is a good man." Zhou Yu replied in the living room.
"She didn't say anything special to you? Or, what did she do in front of you? I mean, it's not something a normal person would do at first glance."
"No, she didn't do anything unusual in reality."
"Did she do it in her dream?" Luo Binhan asked. He shook the cup and barrel of the juicer again and pressed the start button again: "Your machine is not working very well."
Zhou Yu didn't seem to care much about the malfunction of the juicer. He probably hasn't used this thing in three or four years. As far as Luo Binhan knew, Zhou Yu was the only intern who could peel and eat mangoes in the duty room. If a person is not even afraid of death, I am afraid that no convenience of modern equipment can move his heart.
When Luo Binhan brought the juice, Zhou Yu was frowning at a journal with a new cover. Luo Binhan put a spoonful of sugar into his juice and continued to talk about his adventure last night while stirring. He talked about the store where customers almost had to pay for themselves.
"Do you think it should be regarded as a bar or a cafe?" He said to Zhou Yu, "Nowadays, stores sell everything... They are very comprehensive. What is that word called? Coffee bar?"
Zhou Yu is not troubled by this problem. For him, any place that sells coffee is a coffee house, and vice versa is a restaurant. A place that only sells alcoholic beverages does not exist in his order of life, and finding a name for it is probably redundant.
"I really want to know who the owner of that shop is," Luo Binhan continued. "He is the one who took in Chen Wei, and he might also know Jing Huang. I heard that there is a sword fairy hidden here - the one in ancient times. A Taoist priest who releases flying swords to kill people, or maybe he doesn’t look like a Taoist priest. Do you think there will be monks who use flying swords? There is no rule that tells us that monks can’t use flying swords, right? Or, nuns and priests?”
Zhou Yu threw down the journal and egg cake and looked at him blankly.
"Flying sword?"
"I heard that Jing Huang's enemy died from a poisonous flying sword." Luo Binhan said seriously.
"...Did he tell you this?"
"Absolutely," Luo Binhan replied, "Or it was Fake who said it. Anyway, they mentioned a swordsman who lives in seclusion here. This person is a friend of Jing Huang, and I think he may also be a friend of Chen Wei - that means this person He must be quite young, right? Maybe he lived here when dinosaurs existed, so he is both an alien and a native."
Zhou Yu's expression became even more confused. Luo Binhan couldn't bear to explain to him too carefully, because 0206 was not only Jing Huang's enemy, but also theirs in a sense. Now that the matter is over, judging from Zhou Yu's reaction, he does not know the details of the revenge murder.
"Anyway," he said generally, "the owner of that store is definitely not an ordinary person. He doesn't care about the customers asking for money. The location of the store he chose is also terrible. You may not be able to see it within five meters. And the decoration layout of the store is not ugly. You can tell there is something there. The boss has some personal preferences in it, but that is not how business works. That store devotes too much space to decoration , it can use more space to arrange an extra table, or be smarter, it should find a way to do some work on the door. This makes no sense at all-unless the store owner doesn't want to make money at all, just don't want this The store attracts attention. It’s just an alien gathering place.”
"Maybe I just don't know how to do business." Zhou Yu said.
Luo Binhan asserted: "There is absolutely no such person in the world who can't make money - unless he is a god."
Zhou Yu lowered his head silently and ate the egg cake on the plate with special concentration. If Luo Binhan didn't know that he was a person who lacked taste, he would definitely believe that he had made an unparalleled breakfast.
"I will definitely find that person." He said confidently, "As long as I go to that store a few more times."
Zhou Yu slowly took his juice. His expression showed he didn't quite agree with the declaration. But Luo Binhan's thoughts had already jumped to the next topic.
"By the way," he said unexpectedly, "Chen Wei told me a story."
He told the story about the first edition and the revised edition (he understood it that way anyway), and then looked at Zhou Yu expectantly. At first, Zhou Yu may not have understood his meaning. But as his gaze became more and more explicit, even Zhou Yu could no longer eat breakfast in a healthy and appropriate manner.
"What's wrong?"
"I heard that there is another version of this story."
Zhou Yu didn't say anything. Luo Binhan hinted more and more secretly: "A more exciting version."
"...Do you want to continue talking?"
"I haven't heard of that version, I just know there is. Chen Wei refused to tell me, but she said you had heard it - she said that version would 'cause trouble'."
Zhou Yu's hand holding the cup paused in the air for two seconds. He was rummaging through his memories, and then he suddenly lowered his head deeply, as if watching an invisible boulder sink to the bottom of a well.
"I don't remember this happening," he said.
"You definitely remember."
"There is no such thing." Zhou Yu said calmly. But it was too late. Luo Binhan would never forget that he was a person who successfully fell in love for three years without being caught by his class teacher. This hypocritical good student has always been able to get away with it, which shows that real first-class liars are honest people on the surface.
"Is there any secret between us?" He asked Zhou Yu, "I also want to hear exciting stories! You can't listen to this without me!"
Zhou Yu began to sweep away the egg pancakes on his plate at an unhealthy speed. He stood up in less than ten seconds, indicating that he was urgently needed in the research room.
Luo Binhan pushed him back and told him that he urgently needed him for 200,000 yuan. If he didn't hear a story that was enough to cause trouble today, he would die of depression due to being ostracized by the gossip clique. Zhou Yu thought this was impossible, but Luo Binhan told him that it was as possible as the flame nozzle in the medical laboratory. Just then, his cell phone rang.
The ringing lasted for a long time, but it came from an unknown number. He reluctantly picked up and heard a familiar voice coming from the other side.
"Mr. Luo?"
Luo Binhan recognized that voice. He was surprised, but soon understood what was going on.
"Old Mo?" he guessed, "Did you get the cell phone?"
Momolo cheerfully admitted his suspicion. From his words, Luo Binhan could tell that Yaleriga had bought him a new mobile phone, and they also managed to get a phone card. There is nothing technically difficult about this matter, but Momolo's voice still sounds extremely happy, as if he thinks it is extremely exciting to be able to use local devices to chat with local friends.
"Are we going to go sightseeing today?" Momolo asked expectantly.
Luo Binhan had not forgotten what he had promised the day before, although he was a little distracted by his midnight meeting with Chen Wei.
"Yeah," he said, "I'll be right away."
He put down his phone and looked around again. As expected, Zhou Yu had already taken advantage of this time to sneak out.
Luo Binhan sighed, but he was not discouraged. Anyway, he still had plenty of time to knock on Zhou Yu's door. Now it's time to get out and soak up the sun.
He walked downstairs and met an orange cat at the gate of the community. This male cat has gained a lot of weight, and his cheeks can almost reach his shoulders. Luo Binhan didn't intend to disturb it from eating, but suddenly felt that it looked familiar. He seemed to have seen it often in the past, and it was rare for stray cats to remain stable for so long.
"You're Carmen, right?" he asked the cat at his feet. But it ignored him and was busy swallowing the cat food from the paper plate into its fat belly. Luo Binhan lowered his head and touched its neck twice, and felt a small stitch scar.
Now he was convinced. It was the stupid cat that got itself stuck in the fence gate and howled for half the night. A resident in the community rescued it and sent it to a pet hospital for treatment and sterilization. This was all three years ago. He asked with a little interest: "Does your boss still live here?"
The orange cat finally turned around and glanced at him.
"I want to talk to him about something." Luo Binhan continued to persuade, "Maybe let him help me find a cat. If you encounter a black cat here, a strange black cat, remember to come over and call me. Definitely. It’s good for you, understand?”
The orange cat meowed lazily, as if laughing at the human who was trying to talk to the cat.
