Chapter 287 Without him throwing bricks, there is Uncle Feng in the side pocket

An hour later, at the door of the third uncle's house, there was a lonely and sad figure, holding on to a walking stick and staring at the half-moon in a daze.

Zhou Xiaoxing parked the car and went upstairs, and found a shallow scratch on the stairs. This trace of déjà vu...I couldn't see it anymore.

The Ghost King is here?

Is his leg not healed?

Come out and find him to do something?

After three consecutive questions from the soul, Zhou Xiaoxing went upstairs in two or three steps. When he stepped on the last step, he took a step back, scratched the wall, and slowly poked his head, and a slovenly ghost Wang Da appeared in front of him, smoking a cigarette.

It’s really him, and he’s still carrying a crutch. Is this something serious that hasn’t been cured?

Looking past this miserable figure, Zhou Xiaoxing saw that the door to Third Uncle's house was closed, while Uncle Feng's door was open. The sound of Alian walking back and forth in the house was clear, and following this sound came bursts of sounds.

The food is delicious.

Steamed sea bass, vegetarian stir-fried cabbage, boiled shrimp, honey barbecued pork, tofu and crucian carp soup...

Zhou Xiaoxing sniffed forward and tasted these dishes for the time being. I have to say that A-Lian's cooking skills are pretty good. If she had a pot of delicious soup, she would be as good as a Hong Kong student.

Thinking of Hong Kong Sheng, I haven't contacted her for a while. It will definitely not be easy for the ghost king to come over. If it is a leg problem, he has been taking medicine for a while. If something happened, he would have come here long ago, why should he wait until now?

So he had to contact Hong Kong Students first to see if something happened at the Global Sports Center and asked the Ghost King to come find him during dinner time?

These are all secondary. The key is that he can’t bear to part with Alian’s food?

I took out the phone, but before I could make a call, the phone rang, very loudly.

Even if he didn't get discovered, he would have been discovered. Zhou Xiaoxing's face was not red, and his heart was not beating. He took the phone and walked to the door of the house.

"Uncle Feng, Xiaoxing is back."

When Ah Lian went out to greet her, Ghost King Da took a deep puff of his cigarette, threw away the cigarette butt, and moved towards the source of the sound with his walking stick.

"No, Third Uncle, I won't be back tonight... You are so kind, you are dozens of years old, don't play so late, pay attention to your health... Oh, the boss wants you

Call him a ditch girl..."

Three eyes were on the top of his head. Zhou Xiaoxing silently put down the phone, letting the other end keep saying "Hey, hey" and swearing, but ignored it, because...

Uncle Feng’s face is ugly.

Alian looked embarrassed.

Ghost King Da's salty saliva keeps flowing.

"Uh, third uncle, he won't be back tonight."

"Hey hey" he explained, went into Uncle Feng's room, picked up his chopsticks and started eating.

"Uncle, what's your name?"

Uh...

Zhou Xiaoxing is really outspoken. At an age when Alian still needs to sing lullabies when sleeping, should she bear this?

"Alien, nothing, it's just an adjective that means a boy pursues a girl."

Adjective? Not a verb?

Ghost Wangda didn't understand, but he was shocked and followed Uncle Feng into the house. He wasn't so shameless at first, but when he saw Zhou Xiaoxing going in to eat generously, he felt... he had a share.

"Really, I am so proud of my current words."

Alian sat next to Zhou Xiaoxing, looking at him happily and giggling, twirling her fingers in front of her face.

"Xiaoxing, when did you get married?"

A mouthful of green vegetables spurted out. Fortunately, it was just fed into my mouth and I didn't take a bite.

"Uh, Alian, let's not talk about this during dinner."

Uncle Feng gave Uncle Feng a look of disgust, and the latter twitched the corner of his mouth. This is the consequence of talking nonsense.

"Xiaoxing, please introduce me?"

Ghost Wangda sat down and was impatient. Seeing that no one was paying attention to him, he picked up a chopstick and tapped Zhou Xiaoxing gently.

I haven't been here for a few days. Why do you think the fifth brother of the army has disappeared and been replaced by a pair of uncles and nephews?

Only then did Uncle Feng notice that the lame man standing at the door of his third uncle's house had entered the house. Seeing how rude he looked, he had a close relationship with Zhou Xiaoxing.

A minute later, Uncle Feng and Ghost Wang Da were chatting happily.

"Uncle Feng, there really are monsters in Xiangjiang, including female monsters. You said you burned one to death a few days ago. Are you kidding me?"

Ghost King Da never believed in this. To be precise, he had doubts after being injured in one leg before the Sino-Japanese Arena Competition in 1988.

"Everything in the world exists temporarily and is a kind of energy. Take us humans as an example. Because it has been long enough, we slowly formed what we are now. Monsters, we give other objects with different energy from ours

Name, they also exist, but they have some evil intentions and endanger our living environment..."

"Huhuhu..."

Ghost King Da opened his mouth wide, holding the dish with the chopsticks in his hand, one centimeter away from his mouth, but he couldn't feed it...

Because he fell asleep, or pretended to fall asleep.

"Xiaoxing, this?"

Easy to handle, he put down his chopsticks, took out a Hong Kong dollar, threw it on the ground, and Zhou Xiaoxing made a trumpet shape with his hands and put it to his mouth.

"Oops, I lost my money."

Stretching out three fingers, in line with Zhou Xiaoxing's silent recitation of one, two, three, his hand turned into a fist.

"In the side pocket, mine, I dropped it, side pocket?"

Ah this?

Uncle Feng was dumbfounded, and Alian covered her mouth and smiled. Zhou Xiaoxing was so clever. He woke up a person who was pretending to sleep with just one move.

You can’t wake up someone who is pretending to be asleep, but Zhou Xiaoxing did it!

I learned it, Uncle Feng said in his heart, this is the real version of money can make ghosts grind, no, people wake up on their own.

"Xiaoxing, what are you doing, teasing me like this."

"I said you are really good at what you do. Uncle Feng is kind enough to popularize science. You go to sleep."

Uncle Feng smiled silently. Was he bored? It was obvious that Gui Wangda was very interested at first.

"I want to sleep until Uncle Feng finishes speaking."

Is this a right thing to say?

The reversal happened so quickly that Ghost King Da didn't have time to explain. He picked up the money, put it back in his pocket, and got ready to get down to work.

Zhou Xiaoxing threw the money not just to help Uncle Feng wake up Gui Wangda. After all, there are many ways to wake people up. Just like Gui Wangda did before, maybe hit him with chopsticks, kick him, punch him, throw a bowl, etc.

Slap and call...

Uh, it seems a little wrong to hit someone.

What he meant was that he specifically asked Ghost King Tatsu to squat down just to see...

Are his legs okay?

Judging from his continuous movements of bending down flexibly, moving his legs, hooking his hands, stopping and lowering, and finally retracting his upper body elegantly and freely, it was all done in one go.

There's nothing wrong with his legs.

Any explanation?

"Ghost King Da, how are your legs injured?"

"This is a long story. In 1974, I participated in the Xiangjiang free fighting competition for the first time and won the championship..."

Here we go again, every time someone asks this question, Ghost King's vocal chords are like turning on a switch, and he won't stop until he finishes talking about the glorious first half of his life.

I don’t know the explanation, but every time I hear Gui Wangda’s words starting with “It’s been a long time since I said it,” Zhou Xiaoxing feels like a male version of Mrs. Xianglin.

"Alian, eat the food, did you cook all these?"

"Yes, do you like it?"

"Like it."

Only chatting with beautiful girls can dispel that feeling. Zhou Xiaoxing talked to Ah Lian from time to time, and his eyes looked at Ghost Wang Da from time to time.

One minute passed.

Five minutes have passed.

Ten minutes have passed.

Eleven minutes...

"Ghost King Da, I'll leave this biggest...green vegetable for you."

"Thank you."
To be continued...