Chapter 55 Chapter 55 "It belongs to me."
"He's a tough-mouthed person with a soft heart, and he appears to be the real murderer." Tan Du said.
"Uncle Qiang?" Qiao Zhuo asked.
Tan Du shook his head.
Qiao Zhuo thought for a moment and asked again, "Old Guantou?"
"Grandpa Guan also disliked me at first," Tan Du said with a smile, "It wasn't him. He was a very handsome man."
Very handsome?
Oh, Lil.
A handsome guy who is often asked for his WeChat by customers but his brain is not very good.
Fortunately, he is heterosexual and has a girlfriend.
Qiao Zhuoyi ground his back teeth.
Tan Du knew he was mistaken, so he raised his finger to his chin and said, "Xiao Lu is not fierce."
Qiao Zhuo slapped his hand away and mentally searched the people in the old street. There was no such person, but he didn't know Tan Du's social circle, so Su Qi was definitely not one of them...
Who else?
Tan Du took his hand and squeezed it, playing with it, and said slowly: "That person gave me a bowl of red bean soup with a lot of sugar. Fortunately, I couldn't taste it..."
"You..." Qiao Zhuo narrowed his eyes.
"The name was chosen casually. Just because there was a blanket under the little black dog, he named it..."
"Blanket." Qiao Zhuo continued, covering his forehead with one hand and the lower half of his face with the other, staring at his eyes and laughing. "You are the wild man."
Tan Du put the back of his hand on his forehead and smiled: "I don't want to accept this name anymore."
He randomly found a noodle shop that day, and after filling his stomach, he asked the owner where there was a barber shop.
The boss was in a hurry to close the shop and take a nap, so he pointed casually and said two words in dialect, "ghost" or something like that. Tan Du listened to the general idea and followed the direction to the fork in the road to ask again.
The three people on the roadside were focused on the card table. Three arms pointed in three directions. He headed south toward the only opening, reaching the ginkgo tree. A teenager hurried out of the nearby stairwell. At the same time, a shout came from upstairs, "Put it on! No minors allowed in!"
He looked up and saw the word "归一" (Guiyi). He suddenly realized that the "gui" in the noodle shop owner's mouth was this "归" (Gui). He rolled the two words on his tongue.
"Convert?"
It's strange that there is a rule in the barber shop that minors are not allowed to enter.
Are you afraid of becoming a monk and practicing asceticism before seeing the world?
Tan Du was ready to let his three thousand strands of worry taste the saltiness.
He had just come from the Northwest at that time, carrying a big bag like a tortoise shell on his shoulder, his face was unshaven, and his messy bangs covered his eyebrows. When he faced the fierce-looking man with a crew cut, it was hard to tell who looked more formidable.
The man with the buzz cut had a bright look in his eyes, and his fierce expression was still there. The tattoo on his forearm added a lot of momentum to his appearance. He looked down at him and said, "Tattoo?"
Tattoo?
The channel is wrong, no wonder minors are not allowed to enter.
"Haircut."
Tan Du opened his mouth, blood seeping from his cracked lips. The sound of his throat after the cold was like unripe fruit that had fallen, dried and astringent due to the sun, and extremely unpleasant.
The man with the crew cut withdrew his gaze from him and said, "Go south, Agui gets a haircut. There's a sign at the intersection."
"Thank you." Tan Duhui.
The man with the buzz cut turned around, then back again, seemingly hesitant, and spun around once more. Like a spinning top that had been sealed in a wooden box for a long time, he exuded a mature yet immature kindness and asked in a stiff tone, "Would you like some water? Or red bean soup?"
So unguarded towards strangers? This was completely different from the aura he used when he yelled at people just now.
As if possessed by some mysterious force, Tan Du replied, "Red bean soup. Please."
The red beans were cooked until soft and melted in the soup. A lot of white sugar was added to the noodles, and it looked sweet just by looking at them.
The guy with a crew cut standing next to him drank happily, and at the end, he licked the corner of his mouth. Tan Du glanced at him, and he raised his chin and scolded him lightly: "What are you looking at? Drink yours."
He walked back, picked up a bag, stuffed it into his arms in an irresistible gesture, and returned to the store without saying a word.
Tan Du walked for a while before he discovered some banknotes hidden under the colorful candy wrappers.
"Do you really think I'm a homeless person?" Tan Du rubbed his head under his palm like a lollipop.
"Agui's haircut is free. And you don't look like one?" Qiao Zhuo tutted. "Didn't you leave a long time ago? How did you know I had a blanket?"
"I was planning to return the money after I found it," Tan Du said with a smile, "but then I saw someone sneakily placing neatly stacked cardboard boxes on the path that Grandma Zheng had to pass."
Qiao Zhuo fiddled with the red string without saying a word. He couldn't express his gratitude to Grandma Zheng, so he could only give it to her secretly.
Tan Du looked at him and said, "Boss Qiao looks fierce, but he actually spoke softly to the puppy. Before adopting it, he even asked if it wanted to go home with him."
"Why didn't I see you?" Qiao Zhuo paused and said, "Oh, yes, I couldn't see you. It was dark then."
He blinked, lifted up his clothes, and touched his abdominal muscles: "It's quite white now."
"Don't touch me." Tan Du's voice lowered.
"Just touch it." Qiao Zhuo put his hand back on it, still not daring to believe it. "You are actually that wild man."
Tan Du was completely immune to this name. He scratched his arm and asked, "Answer this savage's question. Why is it called Guiyi?"
"Conversion." Qiao Zhuo clasped his hands together, "Purify the six senses and focus on tattooing."
Tan Du smiled, propped his arm on the back of his chair, bent down and held him in his arms, looked at him and said, "What about now? Are you still converting?"
"What do you think?" Qiao Zhuo folded his arms and shook the red rope on his wrist.
"It belongs to me." Tan Du carried the person upstairs steadily.
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