Chapter 07 Antique Pawnshop (3)

The afternoon sky was dotted with a light orange-red color, and the clouds in the distance were stained with light yellow and pink, looking like a piece of brocade. As evening approached, the setting sun showed signs of decay but still hung in the sky.

The waiter was diligently packing up the items in the store, although it was just a virtual projection.

"Eat more." When Zhou Ye came over, the food he had just bought and some snacks were still hanging next to the wheelchair. After his long comfort and harmless appearance, the two children were quickly persuaded by him and came out from the counter.

After a little scrubbing of the wounds, they sat obediently on the steps of the pawnshop.

Just now he called the waiter, but in fact he asked the plastic flower to make two small chairs and put them in the hall. The two children sat on them obediently, looking at Siming standing behind him. At this moment, they were eating the plum blossom cake that Zhou Ye had opened.

"Bring some more water." Zhou Ye signaled Siming, but Siming did not move. In the end, the waiter took out two glasses of water from behind the counter.

"I think we don't need to be so polite to them."

Zhou Ye looked back at the vest, pushed the wheelchair closer to him, and gently pulled down his sleeves at an angle where the two children could see.

"Can you go back first?" Zhou Ye asked as if he was embarrassed. "I will... help you take care of this place."

"I believe you."

"But, don't stay in contact with them for too long. They are just old..."

"Okay." Zhou Ye interrupted quickly, taking into account the feelings of the two children. "This is for you."

He handed over the meat and vegetables he had just bought in the small supermarket. If these things are not put in the refrigerator, they will soon have a smell. Siming glanced at the two children, nodded lightly, pushed the door and left.

After such maintenance, the original resistance of the two children became not so strong. They could see that the young man in front of them was blamed for them.

The brother looked at him, feeling guilty, but didn't know how to answer.

For a while, the only sounds in the hall were the sounds of chewing. The half-eaten plum cake was quickly finished. Zhou Ye wanted to pass over some snacks, but was rejected.

"Thank you, but we don't have anything to give you in return." The younger one said.

"I'm sorry for making such a mess in your house." The older brother also quickly admitted his mistake. In fact, he had a very good impression of the man sitting in the wheelchair in front of him. "

We really didn't mean it. We had been living in an orphanage in Xiangshan City. We were finally adopted out last week. My brother and I were very happy. Who knew that man... He wanted to do something bad to me. The two of us had to escape, and we didn't even bring our identification cards."

The child next to him also nodded repeatedly.

"This is not my house... but it's okay, it's all cleaned up now, so he won't blame you." Zhou Ye's gentle tone and firm tone made the two children relax a little.

As he spoke, he reached out to take the bag of plum cakes that had been eaten, and carefully looked at his brother's hand in the process.

There was no trace of holding a pen on it. In Xiangshan City, children under the age of fourteen need to learn characters, so they will write for a long time, and there will be a cord on the index finger or middle finger.

This child is lying.

He gently pushed the wheelchair back to the counter and handed the bag to the waiter. The two children sat on the chairs stiffly and did not take this opportunity to leave.

"Aren't you leaving?" Zhou Ye had a smile on his face, while putting the snacks scattered on the counter back into the bag.

"Actually, we want to ask... do you need help? We eat very little." The elder brother stood up and made a very false display gesture. "We are all very capable. We can lie on the ground to mop the floor. I promise to clean every gap. We don't need a big place to live. We can even live in the grass next to this room."

"We will definitely repay you when we grow up."

As his speech dragged on, his voice became more and more frustrated and smaller under Zhou Ye's comments. Being in this exquisitely decorated hall, surrounded by various gem collections, he could realize his mismatch, but he had no choice. In the end, he could only awkwardly pull the hand of the child next to him and stand there nervously.

Looking at the two children who were lying but actually a little nervous, Zhou Ye took the initiative to reach out and touch their heads.

"Take them upstairs," he said to the waiter.

The waiter naturally had no complaints and waved to the two children. Plastic Flower stared blankly at the two new marks on the map, which had even been named. These

were the marks Zhou Ye had made just now when he was stroking the heads of the two children with a gentle smile on his face. Plastic Flower's eyes turned into black holes, and he looked at his contractor with horror.

"How terrible..."

Zhou Ye just smiled and watched the two children go upstairs, and said to the plastic flower: "Convert the storage room on the second floor here into a two-bedroom apartment, and remember to have two bathrooms." "

I absolutely don't want to work overtime to build a house anymore!!" The plastic flower instantly exploded its petals, threw away the idea just now, and began to circle around Zhou Ye crazily, trying to make him change his mind.

"Please, after all, I don't know anything about this." Zhou Ye showed weakness and pinched the armrest of the wheelchair embarrassedly. "It's also inconvenient to move, and I can't observe the plastic building from all directions."

"Oh, really! Sooner or later, I will let you learn it!" The plastic flower said this, but still returned to the pure white space to start planning the layout.

After settling the two little tricksters and letting them leave, Siming returned to the original body.

Zhou Ye turned back and gently pulled his sleeve. He could smell a faint aroma of food. It was just the right time to go back for dinner. The two of them left the space in an instant.

The first thing Siming did when he got home was to turn on the lights from the living room to the kitchen. Compared with the dim night outside, the originally cold white lights in the room seemed very warm.

He carried the original body to the sofa, helped him take off the hard leather boots he wore when he went out, and pushed up his coat and pants, and checked them carefully.

"There is a new bruise on the inside of the calf." Siming's tone was somewhat helpless. "When the funds flow back, I will buy a new wheelchair, the kind with sponge foam on the armrests and footrests."

"Yeah." Zhou Ye obediently raised his hand to let him check. His black hair was slightly past his ears, making him look more obedient than a few days ago.

After another careful inspection to confirm that there were no new wounds, Siming helped him tidy up his sleeves and walked to the kitchen. Combining the amazing value, it is very economical to reshape the existing materials.

It is confirmed that only one amazing value is consumed, and Zhou Ye is very satisfied with the result.

Crossing the big wooden table, Siming placed the food on the tea table in front of the TV. Stir-fried Chinese cabbage, hot and sour fish soup, and sweet and sour alien rabbit meat were neatly distributed on it. The rice was placed next to it for Zhou Ye to take. The two began to eat quietly.

"So touching..." Zhou Ye suddenly sighed while eating. "

Indeed." Siming also responded, "Those things delayed a lot of time."

"But I also expected this kind of busyness," Siming put the meat near his side into the original body's bowl, "Eat more, I think it should still have some nourishing effect."

"Yeah."

"Those two children can't stay for long." Taking advantage of the gap in the original body's meal, Siming slowly spoke, but this was not a conflicting thought. Just like the two sides of a person, he was also a spokesperson for Zhou Ye's thoughts.

"It needs to be dealt with as soon as possible, but I think there is a better solution." The original body nodded, then controlled Siming and poured the whole bowl of sweet and sour rabbit meat directly into the bowl.

Soon the food was swept away, and the two returned to the bedroom after a simple cleanup. Zhou Ye arranged his pillow, patted Siming again, and then joked.

"If the condition of your legs gets worse, I can only use my head to pat your pillow."

At this time, the distance was too close, and the two of them had a complete understanding of each other. Siming's cold face couldn't help but show a hint of laughter. He was amused by his own thoughts.

"Don't worry, I will try my best to help you save the surprise value."

"I know." Zhou Ye nodded, after all, it was all his own.

He put his hand on his leg that didn't feel anything. Sometimes he just wanted to let go of everything and cry because of his powerlessness about his own fate.

But every day when he woke up again, he saw the two blurry faces in the new photo frame in the room, hugging him and smiling happily, and endless resentment burst out from his heart.

He has already paid the price of self-esteem, why should he punish his parents?

"Si Ming." He called his vest, and the god that his mother always accompanies him came to his side. The silver-haired man just obediently gave himself to his original body and used him as a pillow. With

silver hair entwined around his fingertips, Zhou Ye closed his eyes and fell asleep.

There were no plastic flowers or Siming in his dreams. He shouted for help from his sarcastic but enthusiastic neighbors, and the blurry photo was completely blurred as the crowd stepped on it.

Zhou Ye lay on the ground and stretched out his hand to reach, but no matter how hard he tried, he could not get past those barefoot feet with only four toes that kept passing by. He could only watch the photo being stepped on farther and farther, until it was about to disappear - no.

He woke up with a start and looked to the side. Siming's silver hair was pressed under his head. He was still awake at this moment, and was worriedly observing him with his blue and green heterochromatic eyes.

Zhou Ye avoided Siming's eyes. He couldn't bear to share this nightmare with Ma Jia.

He reached out and touched Siming's hair, helping Siming to pull out all the hair that was pressed down, so as to divert his attention.

The silver hair was like a bunch of tightly bound tears, gently and fondly sliding down Zhou Ye's palm.