He said "borrow", not "exchange".
"No." Wen Qizhou didn't care if the other party wanted to take it for free, he wouldn't give it to him anyway.
There must be a lot of people who are short of medicine right now. If anyone knows that he has medicine, there will be an endless stream of people coming to pray and threaten him.
"I just want one! One!"
"Not one."
"The people you stay in the hotel are so rich, how can it be possible that there is no medicine?!" The old man stared at the door and gritted his teeth.
He and his son crowded into a dirty Datong shop and ate hard compressed biscuits all day long, but this group of people had a clean and tidy room and enjoyed dehydrated vegetables and meat.
Why?
Why are they treated differently?
The old man hates it.
His eyes were filled with hatred, but he covered his eyes and refused to admit that other people's shelter was obtained by materials, and that other people's materials were collected through hard work and risking their lives.
He is even more unwilling to admit his and his son's laziness and incompetence, and only blames everything on the word "injustice".
Wen Qizhou sneered: "According to what you said, aren't the people who live in the villa extremely rich? Why don't you look for them?"
"I would have looked for him a long time ago!" If they hadn't been closest to the hotel when it was hailing, they probably wouldn't have escaped.
The old man took a few breaths and talked miserably about how he knocked on all the doors downstairs, how hard he worked, and how he received blank stares.
He wailed: "Please pity me! My son's head was smashed and bleeding, and he must take anti-inflammatory drugs!"
Hearing that Qizhou was indifferent.
Not hearing his response, the miserable old man changed his face faster than he could turn the page in a book, and started yelling unreasonably again.
If the aroma of Thai hot pot wasn't too strong and would float out as soon as he opened the door, he would definitely teach the old man a lesson.
"Qizhou, the shrimps are cooked." Chi Yue told him to ignore the old man and sit back to eat hot pot: "What kind of dipping sauce do you want?"
"Anything is fine." He didn't choose.
Wen Qizhou sat down next to her, picked up her peeled shrimp with chopsticks and dipped it in the sauce to taste the fresh and tender texture.
While he was cooking the seafood hot pot, the old man's yelling gradually became weaker. Perhaps he had changed his target, or perhaps he had left.
No one will bother me again after that time.
The hail that had been falling for six consecutive days no longer hit the entire land with an irresistible force when the wind and rain stopped.
The dark clouds retreated, and people hiding in buildings up and down the mountain rushed to their respective residences with incomplete injuries.
Thanks to the efforts of cleaners and soldiers, the base cleaned up the remaining dirty water stains on the ground and repaired damaged doors and windows. The base soon returned to a bustling scene.
Hearing that Qizhou was also ready to take action.
Considering that Su Linhao often lived at home and had someone to accompany him every time he played, he did not plan to use weapons to deal with him.
After all, his brother was in the security department. If Su Linhao was killed by a sharp weapon, he would definitely do everything possible to find the suspect.
Since there are no murderers or brawlers left in the base, he and Chi Yue have to stay for a short period of time until the flood subsides, so naturally they cannot be involved.
He told Chi Yue the detailed plan. After hearing this, she was stunned, smiled and joked: "You are too talented in committing crimes."
"Are you complimenting me?"
"Of course." Chi Yue stood on tiptoes and put on the cap on him with a crooked eyebrow: "Shall we set off now?"
"Yeah." Wen Qizhou caught the eagerness in her eyes and pinched her cheek with a smile.
He took Chi Yue's hand and went out, facing a few rays of light from the street lights, bypassing the service center and heading to Linyun Lake.
A painting boat is docked on the shore of Linyun Lake.
Nowadays, gasoline and diesel are precious, and the group of people having fun on the boat cannot refill the gas tank, so they can only dock at the shore.
A light was on in the boat, and the window was propped up. Several figures holding wine glasses flashed past the window lattice, and a burst of laughter and remix melody sounded around.
The night and light and shadow divide the boat and the lakeshore into two halves, with one half in the light and the other in the dark.
It's as if they and the people on the other side of the lake live completely different lives and experience worlds of difference.
It is true that everyone has his own destiny.
Chi Yue was not interested in seeing how carefree they were. She bent down and picked up the stones: "Qizhou, I'll go there first."
Hearing Qizhou responded in a low voice: "Okay."
He quietly approached the stern of the boat, found Su Linhao's seat through the bamboo curtain, and waited for Chi Yue to attract them out.
A violent "bang" sound overtook the music, and the second-generation ancestors who were chatting and laughing were startled by the sound.
Someone followed the sound and walked to the bow of the boat to take a look. Seeing that there were no strangers near the boat, they turned back and entered the boat without thinking.
Unexpectedly, the bang sounded again.
"What's going on?" The young master who was disturbed frowned and asked the person who had just gone out: "Is anyone here?"
"There's no one there." He heard the sound like stones hitting the ship's deck and guessed, "What kind of animal could it be?"
"I'll go out and take a look."
The second man walked to the bow.
He took a flashlight and scanned the surroundings. He didn't see even a mouse, so he wanted to get into the boat and report the situation to the young master.
Just as he turned around, the banging sound lingered in his ears again.
"Holy shit!" He ran back to the boat, looked around at everyone, and said with a rather ugly look on his face: "I feel like it's haunted!"
"Hey, have you watched too many ghost movies?"
"Really!"
Young Master, who never believed in ghosts and gods, put down his glass impatiently: "Where did the ghost come from? It must be someone causing trouble."
"Definitely not a human! You believe me."
"Look at how cowardly you are." One of the second-generation ancestors stood up and said, "Let's go! Brother, help you find the ghost."
"I am coming too!"
They all wanted to see "who it was", including Su Linhao, who also followed him and went to the bow of the ship to find out.
As soon as everyone was gone, Wen Qizhou bent down slightly, approached Su Linhao's seat with gentle steps, carefully opened the paper bag in his hand, poured white powder into his wine glass, shook it slightly, and watched the powder blend into the wine. .
After making sure that no traces were left, he left the boat as quickly as possible and temporarily hid behind a dense tree.
Not long after, the group of people who were looking for the "ghost" on the bow returned to the boat and played the drinking and table game as usual.
Chi Yue, who was responsible for making noise, quietly came out of the space, patted the hand that had played with the stones, walked around in a circle behind the tree, took Wen Qizhou's arm and left.
She recalled the previous scene, a hint of interest flashed in her smiling eyes, and asked softly: "Will he die tonight?"
"Definitely." Wen Qizhou glanced at the painting boat that was shaded by the trees. When he turned to look at her, the anger in his eyes was replaced by tenderness: "Shall we go to Su's house tomorrow?"
Chi Yue nodded expectantly.
They held each other's hands and walked away from Linshan Lake step by step. Su Linhao, who was still on the boat, didn't notice anything was wrong. He picked up the wine glass and slowly drank the red liquid in the glass.
He and others joked about people who were scared by "ghosts" and were so immersed in the joy of drinking and playing cards that they had no idea that the knife hanging behind his neck had fallen.
After being put on the shelves, 3000-4000 words will be updated every day. If 3000 words are updated, they will be concentrated in one chapter, and if 4000 words are updated, they will be divided into two chapters. (The author, please understand, bow.jpg)
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