MTL - The Road to Slaying God-Chapter 8 Moldy Bread [Chongbang needs collection and recommendation tickets]

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"Eun ... take it yourself." Wang Bo lay on the couch and slapped his eyes, without opening his eyes.

"Oh ..." Zhang Yang picks up the antique cell phone on the table. This thing is because the electric board is too old. It must be connected to the power supply of the charger for a long time. After leaving the power source, this cell phone has lost its minimum functions. It is said that This was deliberately made by Wang Bo. He used to steal his mobile phone in the guard room. He only lost the mobile phone after changing it.

This makes Zhang Yang always think differently. This mobile phone can't move, why not have to save a landline phone?

Of course, Zhang Yang's curiosity is zero, and he is too lazy to ask these things that have nothing to do with him. All he knows is that after Wang Bo had this mobile phone, he never made a phone call, and this time was no exception.

"Liu Biao, help ..."

"Dip?" A thick, lazy voice came from the phone.

"I'm out of money. I haven't eaten from morning till now. Come and save me."

"I depend, so miserable?"

"Yeah, yeah, I'm too hungry to move ..." Zhang Yang cried with a sad expression.

"Wait twenty minutes, I'll be right here ... no, thirty minutes ..."

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

"My grass, you hungry for release! Rest assured, hungry 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 with a depressed face. Every time I called Liu Biao, I could see people in less than ten minutes. Today, it takes half an hour when he is most needed.

"Poor child, open the first drawer." Wang Bo raised his hand, weak and helpless.

"Oh."

"Did you see that black plastic bag?"

"Yep."

"Eat."

"Bread ..." Zhang Yang opened the black plastic bag, his eyes glowed, but he was a bit uneasy 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 ... some, some, how long has this been?"

"Looks like ... it was last week ..." The old man was a little hesitant, and couldn't seem to be sure of the exact name.

"Last week?" Zhang Yang stunned.

"Yandi, can't eat? I thought ..."

"I eat I eat ... wow ..."

Zhang Yang took a bite on the bread almost with tears. He would rather dry the apparently moldy bread than listen to the old man's "thinking about it", it was definitely a kind of mental torture.

The old man participated in the Vietnam War, but in fact, the war was almost over when the old man went. Until the veteran, the old man did not know what the Vietnamese looked like. Participants, now, the old man can still get a small allowance for participating personnel every month.

Of course, this was quietly told by others, but the old man himself blew himself into a bull flying in the sky. In short, China would definitely not win the war without him. At the beginning, it would have flickered. A group of students who worshiped the heroes of war, slowly, the old man would wear a bag. Naturally, that glorious image collapsed in the hearts of the students, but the old man didn't know it.

"You said, how can I catch up with Professor Li and his wife?"

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

"This, this ... I think you should take it easy for a while. Her husband died before, and there should be no heart to love."

"Ah! I thought about this too, but, but I'm in a hurry!"

"what?"

"The dead fat man in the cafeteria now runs to Professor Li's house every day. If I haven't attacked yet, I may be rushed by someone else ..." The old man's expression was melancholy.

"Then ... keke ... then you go directly to her house and tell him that you like him. At your age, you don't need to make any corners. Time is money. You are more than sixty. Every day opportunity ... "

"My uncle ... who is running out of time?"

"..."

"However, it's really like this, okay, I'll go to her house when I get off work." The old man sighed suddenly and stood up loudly, startled.

"..."

Looking at the old man's face as he went to justice at the execution ground, Zhang Yang was sweating. His wife died for more than a month. He even ran to court at night. Zhang Yang could only pray to Rulai Buddha to bless the old man from being driven out by a broom.

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

"Ah ... Wang, Liu Biao is here, I'm leaving ..."

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

"Oh ... be careful, tell the kid, don't be fooled around the door all day with nothing."

"Enn."

"Go on." The old man became weak again, and the whole man curled up on the couch seemed extremely lonely.

"Wang Wang, then I'm gone. Don't blow this fan against your chest, it's easy to catch cold." Zhang Yang watched the old man's shrivelled body curled up on the couch, and suddenly he couldn't bear it.

"Go on." The old man seemed to want to sleep, waved his hands and closed his eyes.

Zhang Yang didn't say anything. After adjusting the electric fan to the minimum position, he gently exited the guard room and closed the door slowly.

"Hurry up, slow like a pussy."

At the gate of the school stood an upper body wearing a suit and snow-white shirt, wearing a striped tie, thick eyebrows and leopard eyes like an iron tower. At first glance, it was a simple-minded, well-developed guy. A Yamaha 250 car was parked next to it. .

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