Rebirth of the Super Thief

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 pulled Duo Duo and said gently, “It looks like it’s going to rain, let’s go quickly.”

“But the little ants did not move at all?” Duo Duo said to Bai Song with eyes wide open, “Teacher said, the little ants will move when it rains.”

Bai Song heard Duo Duo children’s words carry no harm, smiled and touched Duo Duo’s head, making Duo Duo’s head crooked and 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.

Duo Duo pursed his hair with his little hand, suddenly it seemed to be thinking: “Is that the same as home? There is a father mother, which can shield the wind and rain.”

“Well, right.” Bai Song replied briefly, referring to the tiny snail house where Bai Song lived, and seemed unwilling to stay 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 daughter’s little hand and shifted the topic: “Duo Duo, is there anything interesting in the kindergarten?”

At this time, a trendy-looking car passed slowly across the road. Duo Duo immediately saw it and said, “Today Niu Niu didn’t take the school bus. He just left on a car just like that, and father would Wouldn’t it be faster than a school bus? “

“Faster.” Bai Song ordered nodded.

Duo Duo was naive to lifts the head, with big eyes looking at Bai Song: “Then father, do you?”

Bai Song stopped suddenly, and the smile on his face became a bit stiff. Duo Duo looked at Bai Song’s look and thought that Bai Song was angry. Duo Duo shook Bai Song’s hand and milked with a scream : “Father.”

Maybe in the previous life, Bai Song would have a hard time facing such simple problems as daughter, but this life was reborn, so that Bai Song was sighed in relief a little bit, and it was reborn.

Bai Song’s face returned to a relaxed smile again. He let go of Duo Duo’s small hand, and leaned down with his hands on his knees, watching Duo Duo solemnly say, “There will be.”

Duo Duo didn’t seem to understand why father became so serious because of this kind of thing, but she didn’t know that even a man who promised 1000 gold was the same even in the face of children.

Looking at Duo Duo’s confused little expression, I was helplessly laughed by Bai Song, and once again held Duo Duo’s little hand.

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 daughter seemed to like rabbits, and said, “Cut half a ginger rabbit.”

“Well.”

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

Bai Song probably also knows that this old shop owner has been doing it for nearly 20 years. The shop is a very small shop that has never hired employees or the like. Most of the food here is packed and eaten by the neighborhood.

It is said that practice makes perfect, but some people feel that day after day doing the same thing is very boring, either changing careers or doing numbness for a living.

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

Once you do something with your heart for decades, the humble things can be called art, just like the Boss in front of him, he can match the taste of the golden ratio without even looking at the seasonings.

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?

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

“Bai Song !”

Walking and walking, Bai Song suddenly someone called his name, turned around and found that it is the only place on the street where welfare lottery tickets are sold. It can be sold far away except here.

Bai Song walked in a bit and found the source of the voice: “It’s you, old ghost.”

Lao Gui is a 50-year-old man. What is Bai Song’s name? I only forget that he is called Lao Gui. Lao Gui is not a person who often hangs out with Bai Song.

At the beginning of Bai Song, I also went to work. The old ghost is the leader of Bai Song. Everyone calls him the old ghost, whether it is a 20-year-old young person or a thirty-forty old person You fritters call him that.

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 group of Lao Gui is all talked about youngster. The relationship between the two is quite good during work. In memory, it seems that Lao Gui also lives nearby.

“What are you doing recently?” Obviously the old ghost still doesn’t know Bai Song’s reputation. The whole street is quite big. In fact, only a few people know Bai Song.

“I didn’t do anything …” Bai Song wanted to fool the past. I don’t know why Bai Song couldn’t help but say: “Just make some money in the game and so on, um … it’s almost the same as working before.”

“Very good, at least quite free at work.” The old ghost laughed, looked towards Duo Duo and asked Bai Song: “This is your daughter? Aiya, really good.”

Bai Song pulled the daughter’s hand, glanced at the old ghost and said, “Well, Duo Duo, please call Uncle.”

Generally speaking, this kind of situation will be 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 it be called Uncle ghost?

Duo Duo held Bai Song’s arm in his small hand, and his eyes were timid: “Uncle.”