If I don't have money to go to college, I can only go to slay the dragon

Chapter 866 Breakfast
In the misty rain, Tang Wei stepped into the stagnant water. The heavy rain drenched his branded suit. He simply took off his coat and put it on his wrist. He lowered his head and ran away from the building quickly. When passing by the extinguished musical fountain, he couldn't help but look up at the towering building behind him, as if thinking of some kind of "overlooking" gaze, he shivered, lowered his head and quickened his pace.

Walking out of Runde Building is the garden square, and beside the square is a commercial street, but it's still less than six o'clock, and only sporadic shops open early.Due to the heavy rain, the street cleaners could not be seen. The streets and alleys were covered with cold rain trails, reflecting the white light that had been laid earlier. Occasionally, the sirens of a few fire trucks could be heard speeding past, and then fell into nothing but rain. The sound is quiet, as if you can hear the raindrops from all over the world hitting the lawns all over the world.

Braving the rain, Tang Wei lowered his head and walked to the door of a shop labeled "Li's Steamed Bun Shop". Hot steam overflowed from the iron steamer opened by the proprietress in a white apron, and it was full of freshly baked meat. Buns, the ones with chives on the top are fresh meat buns, the ones with pork minced pork are pork buns, and there are also sugar buns and beef buns.
The business of the store has not officially started yet, as you can tell from the forest of chairs inside that are placed upside down on the table, but there is a customer who got up early and occupied a table near the store door. Eating very attentively with a drawer of steamed buns and a bowl of soy milk.

Tang Wei walked over and sat down at the shared table. The man didn't dislike him either. He was wearing a T-shirt and shorts and stepped on slippers. He looked like a handsome young man. He probably came out to find something to eat after staying up all night in some Internet cafe. However, after the earthquake, even the mobile phone base stations were shut down for several hours. Can Internet cafes still operate normally at this time?
Tang Wei didn't know, and he didn't care, he was in a very hungry state, waiting for the proprietress to bring up the steamed buns and porridge without saying a word, and filled his mouth with the bowl, making the proprietress scream and drink slowly His mouth was burning a bit, but seeing Tang Wei's throat squirming and gurgling, he found out that the half bowl of porridge didn't know what to say, so he shook his head and went about his own business.

A drawer of steamed stuffed buns didn't matter what stuffing, Tang Wei directly stuffed them into his mouth, he was so hungry, after drinking that glass of colorful wine, he felt as if his weight had been stolen by something, every part of his body Every cell has fallen into malnutrition, and now he only wants to fill his stomach to survive this hunger.

pain?Of course it is painful. If there is no accident, Tang Wei will have to feel this kind of pain on a regular basis in the future. This is the path he chose, and no matter how painful it is, he has to go through it, because he did not walk this path for his own glory and wealth. It's for something more important than shit.

One after another, the buns were stuffed into his mouth, he bit into half of one, and then swallowed it in one bite.Tang Wei gnawed on the steamed stuffed bun with a sullen head, his mind was in a mess, and white steam was coming from his body. The proprietress not far away saw him like this and murmured that young people are so angry now!Who would have thought that what caused him to look like this was the highly toxic and purified blood flowing in his veins?Every time the heart pumped, the more depressed he felt, and the faster he ate the buns.

Tang Wei's appetite was very good. He had never felt better. There were four buns the size of a fist in one drawer. He ate the second drawer in the blink of an eye. The proprietress sent two more drawers. Surprised that young people can really eat these days, Tang Wei really wanted to thank the proprietress for her understanding and went straight to two drawers, but he didn't expect the customer who was sharing the table across the table to take away one of the drawers. Only then did he realize that there was more than he could eat on the table. One—four or five small steamers have been stacked by the opposite guest's hand.

Tang Wei couldn't help but take another look at this guest who was at least five or six years younger than him. It was a boy, so handsome that it made people feel ashamed. But it didn't matter!His three young masters have always followed the style of a mature elite. The opposite one looks like a classic modern idol style. There is no need to compare different styles together. Each has its own handsome style!
But this little brother who is an idol is so edible, if he is seen by female fans, his house will collapse, right?At the same time, he hasn't eaten half of the new drawer of steamed buns, but the opposite side has already reached for the last one. What kind of street eater is this?

But there was a tacit understanding. Tang Wei didn't talk to each other or talk about each other. The two people in front of the table and behind the table were silently eating breakfast, emptying one drawer after another.The proprietress ran repeatedly as if she had seen a ghost, until finally she said helplessly: "It's sold out."This endless war of buns is over.
They ate all the buns in the whole bun shop, and if they want to eat them again, they have to steam them, and they have to wait for a long time.

Tang Wei finally held back a bit, leaving the last drawer of steamed buns in front of him untouched. He sat on the spot hiccupping, and the guest at the opposite table stood up. He was about to give a thumbs up to show that his brother was delicious. I caught up with me, and before I could say anything, I was stunned to see that the other party was holding a bowl to the iron bucket where the porridge was served.

While Tang Wei was sitting on the spot digesting food, he watched helplessly as this buddy finished the steamed stuffed buns at the steamed stuffed bun shop with him, and then continued to show off the porridge that he made earlier, pouring bowl after bowl into his stomach. After finishing that bucket of 'peanut pulp porridge', move on to the next bucket of 'mung bean porridge'.

The proprietress and Tang Wei were amazed at the sight, and the proprietress said that the store didn't need to open this morning, and the two of you made up my turnover, and then stood at the door of the store, probably out of fear of Tang Wei and the shopkeeper. Guests don't talk about Wude and run away after eating.
Tang Wei just sat there and watched the young boy drink the porridge, because he was really curious about how much he could eat, and the other party didn't care about his curiosity and the praise from the proprietress at all, and just ate alone, eating so much Calling someone with relish, it doesn't seem like you are dying to eat Hanzhang
Until the mung bean porridge was finished at last, and half of the kimchi served with the porridge in the shop was eaten. The proprietress asked the customer if he wanted to take away half of the remaining kimchi. The customer finally spoke, but declined, the reason It is because eating too much kimchi is easy to get cancer and it is quite healthy!The question is, can a healthy person eat so much in one meal?Don't be afraid of stomach perforation!
What the proprietress was most worried about did not happen in the end, and the customer was ready to pay. After all, this was eating at the breakfast shop, not at the "Yangquan Restaurant" or "Lijing Restaurant". Two or three hundred yuan.But before the guest took out the money, Tang Wei waved his hand and said that I have invited you for this meal. I have never seen such a person who can eat so much. It is an eye-opener.
After the money was paid, the proprietress cheerfully went to clean up and wash the dishes. Tang Wei and the guest were left sitting at the table near the door and looking at the rainy garden square outside. It wasn't until later that Tang Wei couldn't hold back anymore and asked, "Brother, why are you so good at eating? The idiot is reincarnated!"

The guest simply answered that professional athletes have a special way of digesting food. The stomach bag is naturally several times larger than others, can hold a lot of things, and the gastric acid secretion is much faster, so they digest while eating.

Tang Wei was temporarily overwhelmed by this reason. Because he didn't read much, he thought the explanation was very scientific, but in fact it was really scientific so he didn't ask any more questions.On the contrary, the guest looked him up and down because he started talking, focused on his face for a while, nodded as if he had realized something, and then asked Tang Wei if he would eat the remaining buns or not? Don't waste it.

"I have to take it home and leave it for my father. He can only eat liquid food in the hospital. I was wondering if I could tear the buns into pieces and put them in porridge for him to drink." Tang Wei shook his head and said.

"Is your father hospitalized? What's wrong with you?" the guest asked after hearing this.

"It's not a disease, it's a car accident." Tang Wei looked at the dark and heavy rain outside the store, "It happened half a year ago, it was very unlucky, I was hit by the traffic lights while walking the zebra crossing, I heard that the other party was sentenced for drunk driving and also lost money , but things still happened.”

"is it serious?"

"I have received the critical illness notice many times, and I became numb until later." Tang Wei took a deep breath, took out the bag 'Zhonghua' from his trousers, and gave one to the guest, but he waved his hand to indicate no, "I heard from the doctor that there was a problem with the internal organs, and the spine was broken. After he recovered, he would be paralyzed for the rest of his life. My father didn't do evil or bad things in the first half of his life. Maybe it was because he raised me, an unfilial son, who caused harm to society, so he was punished. Alright."

"But you don't look like an unfilial son. At least you can still remember to bring breakfast for your father." The guest looked at Tang Wei.

"No matter what, it's still Dad, who fed me with shit and piss oh bah, what a big deal, my mother used to go south to work and lost our father and son, and he raised me alone, working as a worker in the factory He spent most of his life, and when I became an adult, he gave up his job to me, and went to guard the warehouse to subsidize the family. He has spent his whole life on me, so I must have a conscience to send him away for the rest of his life, right?" Tang Wei bowed his head. To keep out the wind and light the lighter, the lighter probably had run out of gas for a long time, but the guest suddenly reached out and snapped his fingers in front of his cigarette, and the smoke ignited with a crackling sound in the air.

"What kind of magic is this?" Tang Wei was taken aback for a moment.

"Little trick, you can snap your fingers fast enough." The guest said casually, "Aren't you planning to give up the treatment? Such hospitalization is expensive, right? Are you going to let your father live in the hospital for the rest of his life?"

"If I can still move and make money, I'll let him continue to treat me. If the hospital can buy it, I'll probably find a way to buy it." Tang Wei was standing under the rain curtain in front of the store, puffing out clouds, making it hard to see his expression. , "My father is a stubborn idiot. He invested everything in me. The two men in the family are idiots and the other is always awesome. I have to find ways to make him live better in the future."

"Will your father be cured in the future?" the guest asked.

"Not necessarily." Tang Wei looked at the high-rise buildings in the heavy rain outside with a cigarette in his mouth and was silent for a while, "After my father got into a car accident, someone came to me and said they could cure my father. And the asking price is very high, and money can’t buy it.”

"Is it reliable?"

"Regardless of whether it is reliable or not, I think I will always give it a try if I have the chance. Maybe it will make my father come out of the hospital and stand up again."

"There is always a price for heretical prescriptions."

"So I have to step on the way for him first." Tang Wei sighed, "You can't just give up on everything."

"Then have you ever thought that your father doesn't want to see you go to that step? I'm afraid you won't be able to come back if you fall into it."

Tang Wei paused for a moment, then looked back at the boy sitting behind the table inexplicably, his expression was normal, as if he was chatting normally.He thought for a while, shook his head and smiled, "You often read comics at your age, right? I've also watched a lot of cartoons, and what you said sounds pretty Japanese."

The guest didn't speak, just shrugged noncommittally.

"Damn it, anyway, I'm doing it for his own good. I don't care if he forced him so much afterwards. No matter what, it's better than lying in bed for the rest of his life. It doesn't matter if he beats me afterwards and I don't recognize my son. " Tang Wei waved his hands and spit into the rain, a trace of loneliness and irritability flashed in his eyes.

"He's already like that, how could it be so bad? If the sky falls, I'll just help him withstand it. If I can't stand it, the two of you will end up together. He is my old man. He said that he can understand what I do. Me. But whether to whip me with a belt or not is another matter. If he can come out of the hospital again and beat me again, I will be worth it anyway. I was planning to find a stepmother for me."

"It seems that you have made up your mind. But the people you mentioned who can help you are not very reassuring in my opinion."

"Then what should we do?" Tang Wei laughed softly, "Brother who can't help it, now that people talk about things, I'm helping them. If they are unhappy, my father will die in the hospital. Is capitalism like a dog? Maybe it’s pretty fucked if you get used to it in front of you.”

"Isn't that how it's done in movies? The people who give you your last hope are actually liars, and they should all be damned." The guest said.

"Oh, to be honest, I always thought there was something wrong with them, but there was no proof. I even thought what happened to my father that day." Tang Wei looked up at the twin buildings in the distance and murmured, but stopped cautiously in the middle of the sentence Shut up.

He twirled the cigarette butt in his hand, then threw it into the water and extinguished it with a 'sizzling' sound. He shook his head in frustration, "Fuck, let's not talk about these things."

He turned around and walked to the table to bring the steamed buns and a bowl of undrinked porridge packed by the proprietress, looked at the guests at the table and said, "Brother, I'm going to the hospital first, and I will eat less in the morning .Even athletes are careful to eat stomach problems, so be careful."

The guest watched him and nodded, and watched him stretch the suit hanging on his wrist, wrapped the bag of buns and porridge, rushed into behind the rain curtain, and disappeared with the sound of footsteps getting farther away.At this time, the proprietress also happened to come over and saw the boy with a big appetite stood up from the table, and asked, "The guest is leaving?"

"Finally, buy something to take away." The boy took out a tissue and wiped his mouth.

"There are no more buns, and the porridge has to be boiled again. The next round will be half an hour away. Let me see, don't eat it. The king of big stomachs doesn't eat like this, and our shop doesn't give you bonuses." The proprietress thought for a while and said, "Why don't you come back later tomorrow morning and I'm going to give you more food for free, but I have to find someone to take pictures to promote it!"

"No, I'm not buying buns." The boy waved his hand and walked to the dough kneading table and glanced at the dough-shaving kitchen knife standing on it. "How do you sell the kitchen knife?"

"Chopper? You don't sell kitchen knives. Why are you buying this second-hand thing? How can I do business if I buy it?" The proprietress was stunned.

"Didn't you stop doing business this morning?"

"Hey, that's what I said, but" the proprietress stopped talking suddenly, because the boy casually picked up the shining kitchen knife that was stained with flour on the table, and it gave her an unexplainable sharp feeling in his hand.

"Sell me and forget it. The knife is pretty good. I can't use the one at home for the time being. I don't have time to buy a new one. I'll just buy yours." The boy took out a ball of cash from his shorts and put it in the hands of the proprietress. .

The proprietress did not dare to speak, because the knife was not in her hand.She could only just watch the boy in the T-shirt and shorts walk out of the store in the heavy rain with his pockets in one hand and the kitchen knife in the other, and disappeared in the rain.

Walking out of the breakfast shop, in the heavy rain, Lin Nian, drenched and holding a kitchen knife, looked up at the flashing red high-altitude obstacle lights on the top floor of the Twin Towers. After the call, he said, "I'm full. Ask Mandy to make a phone call and inform the people in that building: Except for the leader, all other migrant workers should get out. I'm going in."

(End of this chapter)