The sound of screeching and begging for mercy seemed to resound near his ears.
Mo Xiaofei’s face became pale after calming down, then drew himself back involuntarily. He stopped as he bumped into the door of forklift that was raised in the air by a pneumatic elevator.
The falling Brother Quan and the students… They were bathed in blood and were on their last legs. If they couldn’t be rescued in time, their life would definitely end.
Mo Xiaofei found that he was covered in a cold sweat. After finishing venting his indignation, he was shocked to see this sort of bloody spectacle in front of his eyes.
“No…they deserve it. I was just punishing their wrongs.”
“Right! I was merely stopping them from committing other crimes.”
“I didn’t do anything wrong.”
“This world is much too unfair, I’m not wrong…” Mo Xiaofei opened his mouth, eyes turned sharper and then mumbled to himself, “Yes… I am doing good!”
‘Yes, since there are too many injustices happening in this society, then let me…
Take them all down!!!’
Old Chen’s son had wandered around the back of the bun house. It was only until the bun house started closing that he reluctantly came in with two bags of presents.
Watching his son’s well-meaning behavior, Old Chen only said a sentence. “Since you come back, then ask your wife and my grandson to come have a dinner together.”
His son said that he would ask his wife to take his son there after work.
Old Chen requested Luo Qiu not to leave, then told his wife to buy more ingredients and cook a grand dinner. It had been a long time since they were so lively, therefore the aunt called Luo Dance to go together to the neighbor market after hearing her husband’s words.
At this time, Old Chen was clearing up all the tools—rolling pins, flour sifters and the working table. Wiping them tirelessly again and again.
“You are… Brother Luo’s son right?” Old Chen’s son gazed at Luo Qiu for long and said, “You look like him.”
Luo Qiu nodded.
Old Chen’s son seemed to be finding some ways to alleviate boredom. Therefore he sat beside Luo Qiu and started chatting, talking about the life before.
“Your father was young in those days. He always rode his Jialing 70(bicycle) to the workplace in a rush and would buy buns here to eat on the way.” Old Chen’s son recalled that piece of history with a smile. “Your father said he couldn’t find the same taste at any other place.”
“Yeah, exactly.” Luo Qiu looked at the only current worker—Old Chen, with a soft voice, “I don’t know how the taste was like dozens of years ago. But the taste hasn’t changed in this ten years.”
Old Chen’s son was called Chen Youjiu. He gave him such a name because he wanted his son could have(You) achievements(jiu).
Chen Youjiu was a studious man, who got into a big company after graduation. Then got married and purchased a new apartment later and then had a fat son.
Different areas in the same city meant the consumption levels differed. The poor or the wealthy had their own living areas. Chen Youjiu moved to the prosperous region of this old town to settle down. Watching Luo Qiu gazing at his father that kept working, Chen Youjiu felt embarrassed. They may be considered chatting but this was like a conversation between strangers.
They were actually from the same place, drank the same water and even used to eat popsicles sold in the same grocery store during the process of growing up.
Was the grocery store that sold us ice cream still alright?
Chen Youjiu had opened his mouth several times as he wanted to talk to Luo Qiu but found that Luo Qiu kept eyeing his father. This made him a bit puzzled.
“Brother Chen, how long have you not touched the items on the working table?” Luo Qiu asked him faintly.
Chen Youjiu gave a start and said without thinking, “Might be since I went
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