Late Night Bookstore

The main material of this set of armor is bamboo, leather and some metals. The whole body is black. The production is very delicate and pleasing.

In fact, compared with the armor of other countries in the same period, the Japanese samurai armor is not optimal in terms of defense or practicality, because for a long time, the Japanese are all Get up and play your own village chief "Era of Warring States" on your own island.

But apart from a series of shortcomings,

The key is that it looks good.

Rao is Zhou Ze at this time. When he looked at himself in the mirror and looked at what he was now wrapped in armor, he had no such discomfort and anger that he suddenly had this thing on his body. Instead, he felt that this set of armor was practical and protective. Let's not talk about sexual things first, and suddenly it appears when fighting, and I feel that I am "cool";

If there is an old man next to it with a classic bgm in time, the effect will be even better.

Perhaps it was influenced by modern Japanese cultural products. At least for Zhou Ze, he really didn't hate this set of armor.

Zhou Ze remembered being in an orphanage as a child. After dinner, a large group of children would surely gather in the living room with the only TV set in the school. Everyone sat on the small bench and waited to watch cartoons.

At that time, video recorders and later vcds and dvds were not popular, so basically everyone watched whatever they put on the TV.

For a while, a Japanese anime "Devil Altar Fighter" once hit the entire continent, setting off a huge frenzy. Even with the current perspective, this anime still has no use in the design of armor and the use of some second-two bgm. Feeling outdated.

Reach out,

Raise your legs,

Twist around,

Even if he is a little ill now, Zhou Ze still insists on putting a few poss in the mirror.

When the play was enough, Zhou Ze closed his eyes, the armor disappeared quickly, took a long breath, and sat down again, and his body was sweating.

Bai Yingying also brought the shower gel and walked into the bathroom again, and saw Zhou Ze sweating again on her body. Therefore, she could only help Zhou Ze wash again.

Enjoying the services of his maid, Boss Zhou who was put on clean clothes after taking a shower was helped by Bai Yingying to sit on his favorite sofa position.

On the coffee table in front of me was a plate of sweets, as well as coffee and newspapers.

Leisurely afternoon time should be wasted.

Boss Zhou quickly took over the role of salted fish. Maybe, this is the nature of it, and after experiencing the last thing, Zhou Ze began to instinctively reject any activities that required him to leave the bookstore.

His character is a bit selfish, there is quite a kind of I just enjoy salted fish, even if I flooded after salty death.

Lao Dao came back at this time, sweating a lot, seeing Zhou Ze leaning on the sofa and reading the newspaper. Lao Dao laughed excitedly, "Hey," and immediately took a cold beer and said:

"Boss, when I get home, it feels good to see you can sit here and read the newspaper as usual."

The outrageous meaning,

It's like a husband who worked hard for a day outside and went home to see his mother-in-law's breastfeeding child.

In short, this sounds weird.

Zhou Ze glanced at the old man and saw that he was full of energy and vigorous walking. Suddenly he was a little envious of the goods. After that, the old man even had the corpse of the white warbler, but he only guaranteed that he would not die. , I did not expect that the old-fashioned vitality is really tenacious, how long it took to cultivate it again.

The 70-year-old man has such a terrible vitality, and can wake up in the morning, always thinking about those things that are not in his mind. I really envy others.

"How is your body?" Zhou Ze asked.

Anyway, you still have to be concerned about it, even if Zhou Ze thinks that the old folks order one dragon and two phoenixes to spend a night in the evening, there is no problem.

"It's good, it feels stronger than before." Lao Dao patted his chest and sat down next to Zhou Ze, then reached out and quietly pointed to the busy Baiyingying behind, whispering:

"Boss, can you resolve Yingying's affairs?"

"Fix it when I recover."

"That's good, a pretty girl." The old man smashed his mouth, went to the bathroom, and then came out and turned on the big TV, and changed the station casually.

"Yo boss, there is a game today, do you see?"

"Not interested." Zhou Ze is not a fan.

"Tongcheng Zhiyun's game seems to be playing the Super League team, the FA Cup.

It is rare to see the Chinese Super League team playing the Super League team. "

Lao Dao is actually not a fan, but he has some fate with the team. When he went south and north in the early years, he was also invited to do rituals at the home of many team clubs in the past, which means to give the team a light at home. Point of luck.

It may be that those teams are a bit unlucky. Their home shots are always in the goal post or all kinds of luck. Anyway, the old man is also a blind cat hitting a dead mouse, or the player feels that his home court has opened and got a blessing mental state. The difference was that the home results improved suddenly, and the elders were very popular for it. After being famous, they were invited by several clubs to do things.

To say that the Chinese are really superstitious, in fact, not many, don’t look at the incense in the temples, but everyone is also busy, and they go to the temple to worship, in the spirit of spreading the net, and this is actually not superstitious. Before the start of the building, the film and television drama will actually put on a table for an auspicious meaning.

But a few years ago, the game had been overplayed and had a butterfly effect. If you invite a priest here, I will jump to the **** or monk. In short, you will sing me on the stage, and all the gods will bless together and give full play to the clubs in various places. The characteristics of the local cultural industry are very lively.

However, this was captured by the fans, and it was on the Internet. The fans themselves only ridiculed, but they were noticed above, and the Football Association immediately issued a paper document to prohibit the clubs from doing this kind of thing again.

For this reason, the old road also broke this financial path and could only transfer to the live broadcast industry. This is a later story.

…………

Xu Qinglang didn't drive back to his hometown, and it was a hitchhiker back and forth. When he finished his hometown and took a hitchhiker back, the driver on the road seemed to be looking at himself secretly.

Ok,

Xu Qinglang has become accustomed to this kind of measurement, and is also somewhat immune. He also knows his own appearance and temperament, which is also impossible.

However, the driver seemed to have something wrong. He took out his mobile phone from time to time and deliberately looked at himself from the rearview mirror. Finally, the driver couldn't help but ask:

"Are you a big lady in women's clothing?"

Xu Qinglang didn't understand the meaning for a while.

The driver shook his head and looked at the phone screen again, asking: "Are you a man or a woman?"

"male."

Xu Qinglang pointed to the driver again: "What are you looking at?"

"Oh, nothing."

"Tell me, what are you looking at?" Xu Qinglang resolutely said.

Not to mention the kind of domineering spirit with more than 20 sets,

It’s said that I’ve seen more of the temperament that Li Lian has come out,

Xu Qinglang now speaks with a feeling of oppression in Wu Zetian style.

The driver may also be young, and the psychological construction is not like the old fritters. He was directly pointing at the screen under tension:

"We have a driver's comment here, and the passengers cannot see it

I think the evaluation here says that you are very beautiful, and some people are guessing whether you are a man or a woman. The order I received from you was also interested because I saw this evaluation. Your road is quite different from mine. "

"bored."

Xu Qinglang shook his head disdainfully and closed his eyes.

About twenty minutes later, the car arrived at the door of the bookstore. Xu Qinglang got out of the car and saw that there were many people in the bookstore, and they were living people.

Pushing the door open and went in, Xu Qinglang saw Zhou Ze sitting over the bar.

"You are awake." Xu Qinglang greeted.

"Well." Zhou Ze nodded.

"Why is it so busy." Xu Qinglang asked.

Zhou Ze pointed to the screen of the big TV and said: "At first, the old man was watching the game. Then many passers-by saw through the glass window and came in and watched together."

"I spent a hundred dollars just to watch a game?" Xu Qinglang couldn't understand.

In fact, Tongcheng has not had a professional team for a long time, but since it was in the previous two years, it has gathered a lot of fans at once, even in the China B game, every time, nearly 10,000 people go to the game to watch the game. It has already surpassed some Super League teams.

"Lying trough, two to zero behind, shit, stop watching!"

A middle-aged man with a lot of tattoos shouted aloud a few times, and finally he reluctantly went to the bar to settle the bill.

"Hang money, I want two Sprites, and charge me a hundred. The key point is that his mother fell behind by two goals in the first half. I really spent money to find guilt."

The tattooed man thought about it and wanted to put back the one hundred pieces that he was going to release, facing Zhou Zedao:

"Boss, do you have any interest in collecting my money? I'm also here, nicknamed strong brother, you can just say hello to me later..."

"No more." Zhou Ze replied.

The tattooed man "hey" smiled, and pointed his finger at Zhou Ze, beckoning him to know that he is actually the owner who can open a store on South Street. It has not been the target of this kind of foreign gangster.

The tattooed man smoked a cigarette, bit it in his mouth, lit it, and swiftly pushed open the door of the bookstore and went out.

"Things that don't know life or death." Xu Qinglang mocked beside him.

He understands why Zhou Ze suddenly and kindly refused to accept his money, which was by no means threatened.

joke,

A ghost messenger is threatened by a rogue rogue in your yang, can't you mix it up?

Coupled with the grande character of boss Zhou's iron rooster, will he have trouble with money?

It is indeed Xu Qinglang who can also see that the tattooed rogue Yin Tang is black, and there is still a little black air around him. It is obvious that he has recently recruited something dirty. If there is no one who can help him break the disaster, he will be seriously ill. In the event of a serious accident, a car accident may occur on the road.

If you don’t accept the money of the dying person, don’t take it, maybe you will get it from the bookstore in a few days, and you can’t collect the money when you are alive, even if you die~www.readwn.com~ anyway Boss Zhou sat firmly on the Diaoyutai.

Zhou Ze silently placed a cigarette.

The periphery of the bookstore is all glass, so inside you can clearly see the tattooed man who just stepped out.

The tattooed man took a big sip of cigarettes and walked out, just about to spit it out,

There happened to be a pregnant woman walking past him.

The tattooed man looked at the woman's belly and immediately refrained from holding back the cigarette. The smokers knew the sourness of a cigarette, just like swallowing half a mustard.

After the pregnant woman leaves,

The tattooed man stooped and retched on the ground.

Boss Zhou spit out a smoke ring, and Xu Qinglang beside him also saw this scene.

"You go help him crack it." Zhou Ze said.

Xu Qinglang nodded.