"Yeah... take it yourself." Uncle Wang lay on the chair and pretended to sleep without opening his eyes.

"Oh..." Zhang Yang picked up the antique mobile phone on the table with a familiarity. Because the electric board is too old, it must be connected to the charger power supply for a long time. After leaving the power supply, the mobile phone lost its minimum function. It is said that this was done by Wang Bo. He used to be stolen in the guard room, but he never lost his mobile phone again after changing it.

This made Zhang Yang always think that this phone cannot be moved, so why not use a landline phone to save much trouble?

Of course, Zhang Yang had zero curiosity, and he was too lazy to ask these things that had nothing to do with him. He only knew that after Uncle Wang had this mobile phone, he never failed to make a phone call, and this time was no exception.

"Liu Biao, help..."

"What's wrong?" A thick but lazy voice came from the phone.

"I have no money, I haven't eaten since the morning, so come and save me."

"Damn, that's so miserable?"

"Yes, yes, I'm so hungry that I can't walk..." Zhang Yang said with a sad face.

"Wait twenty minutes, I'll come over immediately... no, thirty minutes..."

"Why does it take so long? I'm so hungry." Zhang Yang said hungry, and the hunger in his stomach became stronger and stronger. He felt that his stomach could swallow a cow now.

"My grass, you released it from the prison! Don't worry, you can't starve to death for half an hour..." The other party hung up the phone without waiting for Zhang Yang to speak.

Zhang Yang carefully placed the phone on the table, looking depressed. Every time he called Liu Biao, he could see someone in less than ten minutes. Today, he actually took half an hour when he needed him the most.

"Poor child, open the first drawer." Wang Bo raised his hand, angry but weak.

"oh."

"Did you see that black plastic bag?"

"kindness."

“Eat.”

"Bread..." Zhang Yang opened the black plastic bag and his eyes were shiny. However, he was a little worried about the gray-black bread and couldn't help asking: "How long has it been, has it expired?"

"Does the bread still have a shelf life?" The old man couldn't help but sit up in surprise.

"Ahem... yes, yes, how long has it been?"

"It seems... it was last week..." The old man hesitated a little, as if he could not confirm the accurate date.

"Last week?" Zhang Yang was stunned.

"What, can't you eat? I think I used to..."

"I eat, I eat... Woo woo..."

Zhang Yang almost took a bite on the bread with tears in his eyes. He would rather dry out the obviously moldy bread than listen to the old man's "thinking about the past". It was definitely a kind of mental torture.

The old man participated in the Vietnam War, but in fact, when the old man went there, the war was almost over. Until he was discharged, the old man didn't know how the Vietnamese looked. However, because the border was occasionally exchanged fire at that time, the old man was considered a participant when he was discharged. Now, the old man can still get some allowance for participants every month.

Of course, this was all told by others quietly, but the old man himself brags himself into a cow flying in the sky. In short, if there were no Vietnam War, China would definitely not win. At the beginning, he fooled a group of students who worshipped war heroes. Gradually, the old man said that, and naturally, the glorious image collapsed in the hearts of the students, but the old man himself didn't know it.

"You said, how do I catch up with Professor Li's wife?"

Seeing Zhang Yang biting bread, the old man lay on the chair with satisfaction and closed his eyes.

"This...I think you should wait for a while. My husband has just died, so he should not have the heart to talk about love."

"Hey! I have thought about this principle, but, but, I can't do it if I'm not in a hurry!"

"What's wrong?"

"The fat man in the cafeteria is running towards Professor Li's house every day. If I don't attack, I might be taken first by others..." The old man looked melancholy.

"Then... cough cough... Then you go to her house and tell him that you like him. At your age, there is no need to beat around the bush. Time is money. You are over 60 years old, and there is not much time. Seize the opportunity every day..."

"I'm so ma's so ma's so ma's so ma's so ma's so ma's...Who hasn't said too much?"

“…”

"But this is really the case. Okay, I'll go to her house after work later." The old man sighed and stood up and shouted loudly, frightened Zhang Yang.

“…”

Looking at the old man's expression of going to the execution ground, Zhang Yang was very angry. His wife had only been dead for more than a month and actually went to court at night. Zhang Yang could only secretly pray to the Buddha of Tathagata to bless the old man not to be driven out by the broom.

"Zhang Yang, hurry up." A rough voice came from outside the guard room.

"Ah... Uncle Wang, Liu Biao is here, I'll leave first..."

Hearing Liu Biao's voice, Zhang Yang stood up as if he saw a savior.

"Oh... Be careful and tell that kid not to take a group of gangsters around the door all day long."

“Yeah.”

"Go." The old man became weak again, and he curled up on the bedside chair and looked extremely lonely.

"Uncle Wang, then I'll leave. Don't blow this fan to your chest, as it's easy to catch a cold." Zhang Yang looked at the old man's rugged body and suddenly felt a little unbearable.

"Go and go." The old man seemed to want to go to bed, waved his hand and closed his eyes.

Zhang Yang didn't make any noise, adjusted the electric fan to the minimum gear, gently exited the guard room, and slowly closed the door.

"Hurry up, slowly like a woman."

At the school gate stood a guy wearing a suit and a snow-white shirt, a striped tie, and thick eyebrows, leopard eyes were like an iron tower. At first glance, he looked like a simple-minded and well-developed limbs. A ragged Yamaha 250 race car was parked beside him, and the body was covered with oil.
Chapter completed!