MTL - Rebirth of the Super Thief-Chapter 326 : Past people

Summer nights always come very late, and even now it's time to eat, it's just a little yellow next to the skyline.

The dark clouds on the horizon began to gather, partially covering the afterglow of the setting sun.

Bai Song looked at the dark clouds and said gently, "It looks like it's going to rain, let's go quickly."

"But the little ants haven't moved?" Duoduo said with open eyes, Bai Song, "the teacher said that the little ants will move when it rains."

Bai Song listened to the blossoming childish words, smiled and touched the blossoming head, so that blossoming crooked head was unknown.

"Little ants have built a large palace underground. With that palace, they can protect them from the wind and rain, so they are not afraid." Bai Song said something to make Duo Duo understand a little bit.

Duoduo's hands were pursing her hair, and suddenly it seemed to be thinking: "Is that the same as home? There are parents, can protect the wind and rain."

"Well, right." Bai Song replied briefly, referring to the small snail house where Bai Song thought of living, and seemed unwilling to stay more on this topic.

After walking for a while, I have already walked out of the street. The house selling cold dishes is not far from the front and has already walked on the road.

Bai Song took his daughter's little hand and shifted the topic: "Duoduo, are there any interesting things in kindergarten?"

At this time, a very trendy-looking car slowly passed the road. After seeing the blossoms, he immediately said, "Niuniu didn't take the school bus today. He just left on a car just like that. Dad would Wouldn't it be faster than a school bus? "

"Faster." Bai Song nodded.

Duo Duo raised her head innocently, looking at Bai Song with big eyes: "Do you have that, Dad?"

Bai Song stopped suddenly, and the smile on his face also became a little stiff. When he looked at Bai Song's appearance, he thought Bai Song was angry, and he shook Bai Song's hand, milking and yelling, "Daddy. "

Maybe in the previous life, Bai Song will have a hard time facing her daughter ’s simple problem, but this life was reborn, which made Bai Song a little relieved, but she was born again.

Bai Song regained a relaxed smile on his face. He let go of the blossoming little hand, leaned down with his hands on his knees, and looked at the blossoming solemnly, "There will be."

Dodo seemed a little confused, why Dad became so serious because of such a thing, but she didn't know that even a man who promised money would be the same even when facing a child.

Looking at the little confused expression, Bai Song smiled helplessly, and held the little hand again.

The owner of Liangcai Store watched Bai Song walk into the store and asked with a smile: "What to cut?"

"Cut half a pound of pig ears, um ..." Bai Song thought for a while, remembering that his daughter seemed to like rabbits, and said, "Cut another half of **** rabbit."

"Good."

The boss is a very sloppy person. In addition, the cold dish itself is a cooked food, and the seasoning is also prepared in advance a bunch of **** garlic garlic tar and so on, just need to blend together in proportion.

Bai Song also probably knows that this old owner has been doing it for nearly two decades. The store is a very small store that has never hired employees or the like. Most of them are packed and eaten by the neighborhood.

It is said that practice makes perfect, but some people feel that doing the same thing day after day is very boring, either changing careers or doing nothing for their livelihood.

But some people are doing the same thing. Unlike the former, he is willing to do it even with mechanical work day after day.

Once you do something attentively for decades, then the humble things can be called art, just like the boss in front of him, those spices can match the taste of the golden ratio without even looking.

Cut, cut, pinch, spoon ... every step is very smooth, it looks like a performance, this seemingly inconspicuous work is not excessive to become art.

Doesn't art come from life but above life?

Taking his daughter out of the cold food store, Bai Song looked up at the sky again, and the dark cloud had not yet dispersed.

"White pine!"

While walking, Bai Song suddenly called someone by his own name and turned around to find that it was the only place on the street where welfare lottery tickets were sold. It was only a long way away before it was sold.

Bai Song walked in a little and found the source of the voice: "It's you, old ghost."

The old ghost is a fifty-year-old man. What the old ghost called Baisong forgot, and only knows that he is called the old ghost. The old ghost is not a person who often mixes with Bai Song.

At the beginning, Bai Song also went to work. The old ghost is the leader of Bai Song. Everyone calls him the old ghost, whether it is a young man who has just entered the society at the age of 20 or an old churros in his thirties or forties. That's what he calls him.

What is the name of the old ghost, but few people know.

"I haven't seen you for a long time, and you haven't played with us since you resigned."

The old ghost's group is all relatively young people. The relationship between the two is quite good during work. In memory, it seems that the old ghost also lives nearby.

"What are you doing recently?" The old ghost obviously didn't know Bai Song's reputation. The whole street was quite large. In fact, only a few people knew Bai Song.

"Nothing ..." Bai Songben wanted to fool the past, and he didn't know why Bai Song couldn't help but say: "Just make some money in the game and so on ~ www.novelbuddy.com ~ En ... .. or work almost like before. "

"Very good, at least quite free at work." The old ghost smiled and looked at the blossoming and asked Bai Song: "This is your daughter? Oops, really good."

Bai Song pulled her daughter's hand, glanced at the old ghost and said, "Well, Doudou is called Uncle."

Generally speaking, in this case, what is called Uncle Zhang, Uncle Chen, Uncle Zhao and the like, Bai Song really forgets what the old ghost called, and it seems embarrassing to ask, ca n’t he be called Uncle Ghost?

The blossoming little hands held Bai Song's arm, and her eyes were timid: "Uncle."

"Well, hello." The old ghost was a free and easy person, because it was a refrigerator next to the summer lottery shop, and the old ghost asked the boss to buy an ice cream: "Duoduo, uncle gave it to you."

Doudou glanced at Baisong inquiringly, because he usually said that he should n’t take strangers' things casually. Baisong knew what Doudou meant, and nodded: "Take it, say thank you Uncle."

"Thank you Uncle." Dodo took the ice cream and said nicely.

Duodu was eating ice cream alone, and there was air-conditioning in the lottery shop. Bai Song couldn't help but get closer.

The summer heat is really uncomfortable. Bai Song can't stand it, let alone blossoming. \ 'No popup novel network ()

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