Free Days in Siheyuan

Chapter 478
But Director Wu is not the kind of person who will treat himself badly. After comparing the dry corn bread in his hand with the vegetables in Zhao Wenzhuo's lunch box, he quickly opened the drawer, took out his chopsticks from it, and then got up and left himself. He walked to the seat next to Zhao Wenzhuo, and sat down to eat with him very naturally.

When looking at Zhao Wenzhuo's staring eyes, he stretched out his hand to greet him: "Look at what I am doing? I have no food on my face, eat quickly! You are welcome, eat quickly!"

Zhao Wenzhuo choked on his shameless appearance, and said speechlessly: "If I remember correctly, my nephew brought me this meal."

When Zhao Wenzhuo said "my nephew brought it to me to eat", he deliberately emphasized his tone.

However, Director Wu had the cheek to selectively ignore the words he didn't want to hear. Zhao Wenzhuo was Xiaoyu's uncle, and Xiaoyu still called him uncle. Why couldn't he eat the meal Xiaoyu gave him.

Besides, there are so many dishes that Zhao Wenzhuo can't eat by himself, and he can't put them on such a hot day. Wouldn't it be a waste if he doesn't help eat a little? He is thinking of Zhao Wenzhuo.

The more he thought about it, the more reasonable Director Wu smiled brighter: "Yeah! Xiaoyu is a good boy. He knew we didn't eat, so he ran over to deliver food to us. When I see Xiaoyu another day, I must take care of him." Praise him."

Director Wu ate it on his own, and changed the me in Zhao Wenzhuo's painting into us, as if this dish was originally delivered to them by Zhang Yu.

"It's for me, mine! It's not us!" Zhao Wenzhuo was about to laugh angrily at Director Wu's shamelessness. He really didn't expect that Director Hu would be so shameless.

"Okay, yours, yours!" Director Wu's words were like coaxing a child, which made Zhao Wenzhuo even more depressed.

Most of the colleagues who were working overtime were eating dry food at this time. After seeing Director Wu's method was successful, they looked at the dry food in their hands, turned around, smiled and swarmed up, and together they extended the chopsticks in their hands to the lunch box.

But they all weighed it in their hearts, knowing that Zhang Yu had brought this dish to Zhao Wenzhuo, so they stopped reaching out after one person 'robbed' two chopsticks.

Looking at the colleagues who praised the taste of the dishes loudly beside him and looked at his lunch box with salivating eyes, Zhao Wenzhuo couldn't laugh or cry.

We have been colleagues for so many years, how could we get into a fight because of two dishes.

In the process of getting along with each other, the reason why they are so unscrupulous and don't have to worry about the other party getting angry is because the relationship is good enough.

Looking at the sneaky eyes of those people, Zhao Wenzhuo smiled, pushed the dishes to the middle of the table, and said to everyone: "Okay, don't pretend there, if you want to eat, reach out quickly, otherwise it will be real in a while." It's gone."

As soon as these words came out, these colleagues no longer pretended to be polite there, except for the ones specially reserved for him, the rest quickly went to everyone's stomachs.

Looking at the lunch box that was almost emptied by you and me in an instant, Zhao Wenzhuo was very fortunate that the food Zhang Yu gave him was big enough, especially with a lot of pickles, but he wanted to come to Xiaoyu to deliver the food I thought of this when I was eating, so I increased the amount of dishes.

And those who ate the pickles were full of praise for Zhang Yu after learning that the pickles were pickled by Zhang Yu himself.

At this time, Zhang Yu didn't know that the people behind him almost made a fuss over the last little pickle.

At this time, the night has fallen, and as far as the eyes can see, except for a trace of warm yellow lights occasionally revealed from various houses, most places are completely dark.

Fortunately, it was getting late when he came, and he was ready for the night journey, so he tied the flashlight to the middle of the handlebar of the bicycle in advance.

The light from the flashlight did not slow down his riding speed too much.

It's just that when he chose to take a shortcut and go home faster, he chose to take an alley full of sundries, the too narrow alley made it difficult for him to walk, and he had no choice but to jump out of the car and push it.

"Cough, cough, cough, cough, cough!"

When he was pushing his bicycle to the middle of the alley with difficulty, he suddenly heard a faint cough.

Zhang Yu pricked up his ears to listen, the cough sound was very close to him, and as he walked, the cough sound became more and more clear.

But every time he stopped to listen carefully, trying to find out who was coughing, the sound would suddenly disappear again.

When Zhang Yu plucked up his courage and continued to walk forward, the coughing sound suddenly sounded again, this time the sound was closer to him, as if it was right under his feet.

Just as he stopped, concentrating on listening to where the cough came from, a pair of hands suddenly grabbed his ankle.

"Who?"

In the dark night, when walking alone, a slightly wet and sticky hand grabbed the ankle.

The wet and sticky feeling made Zhang Yu unconsciously think of some possibility, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt that he was right.

Facing this scene, even Zhang Yu, who has always been very courageous, felt a chill down his spine at this moment.

He touched his arm, as if he could feel the bristling hairs on it.

Zhang Yu swallowed unconsciously, then looked down, and sure enough, as he imagined, a bloody hand stretched out from the darkness tightly grabbed his ankle.

That hand was icy cold, even in the summer, when it was held by that hand, Zhang Yu couldn't help shivering.

The hand was covered with blood, part of it had dried up, and the other part was still dripping down, which looked extremely strange against the background of the night. Zhang Yu looked in along the hand, and saw one lying on the ground, An almost motionless figure.

Zhang Yu turned the handlebars of the bicycle and saw the two long cuts on the back of the man with the light of the flashlight. From the pool of blood on the ground and the dried blood on the clothes near the wound, it can be seen that he was injured. The time is not short.

After realizing that the cough stopped again, the man's hand holding his ankle gradually lost strength. Zhang Yu didn't care to observe any more, and hurried to the man's side, carefully stretching out his fingers to look at his nose , After realizing that although it was weak, it was still a relatively gentle breathing, he breathed a sigh of relief.

live!

This man is alive!

Just when Zhang Yu was trying to turn him over to check if there was any wound in front of him, the man suddenly woke up again, grabbed Zhang Yu's wrist, and said with difficulty: "Help me! Take me to the police station !"

After that, I couldn't wake up again.

(End of this chapter)