Chapter 57

The next morning, Han Dong sat up from the bed and watched the boxes of high-end gifts at the door for more than half an hour. Back and forth in my mind, Wang Zhongding asked Feng Jun to say: if you have private anger, please vent it with him. Don't trample on the performing arts career. Indeed, Han Dong felt that he could not be so confused any more. He decided to put aside his personal enmity and listen to brother Wang's advice. A man should have courage, vision and courage to choose. Since it's a matter of emotion, let's start from every aspect of our life. Let's let our anger out. Do you think I dare not? First: do not like to eat smelly food, especially Chinese toon. On this point, Han Dong is just the opposite of Wang Zhongding. He especially likes to eat Chinese toon. I remember when I first came to Beijing, he rented a bungalow in the outer suburbs, and a Chinese toon tree was planted in the courtyard next door. Because the first crop of Chinese toon is stolen every year, Han Dong sprinkles a lot of white flour on the tree as pesticide. Since then, he has been the only one to steal it. Through observation, Han Dong found that Wang Zhongding seldom went home at noon, occasionally went out to socialize, mostly in the company's restaurant. There is a direct elevator from the office to the restaurant. Wang Zhongding usually goes down to buy his own food. Unless he is too busy to stand up, he will be sent up. At noon today, Wang Zhongding went down to buy rice as usual. As a result, as soon as I got on the elevator, I heard the voice coming from behind. "Wait a minute!" A figure in a hurry, with a strong smell also poured in, in the elevator door closed the moment, firmly locked in this small closed space. Han Dong stood next to Wang Zhongding with a portion of Chinese toon and bean curd. Compared with his previous hostile attitude, Han Dong opened his mouth for the first time to say hello and let out a mouthful of Chinese toon. "Mr. Wang, what a coincidence!" Wang Zhongding smelled the pungent smell. He frowned slightly and moved aside in silence. His tone was cold and light. "I remember that the restaurant never sold Chinese toon." "I didn't buy it in a restaurant. I bought it from outside and mixed it myself." Han Dong said and mixed, let the fragrance spread more thoroughly, and mixed to Wang Zhongding side together. Wang Zhongding was fumigated by the smell of Toona sinensis and said, "since you bought it from outside, how can you come here? As soon as you enter the door, isn't there an elevator? " Because I want to smoke you Han Dong has a little slut in his stomach. "There are too many people in that elevator. We always have to queue up. This elevator is so quiet." As soon as Han Dong finished, his body rocked violently along with the elevator. He almost dumped the Toon in the lunch box on Wang Zhongding's clothes, so Wang Zhongding escaped quickly. But the elevator stopped at this time, and it was dark all around. "What's the matter?" Han Dong pressed the alarm crazily and interpreted the panic in case of emergency into three parts. Even his voice was trilling, "will it fall suddenly..." Fall down On the contrary, Wang Zhongding calmed him calmly, "it's OK, it should be the power failure." Han Dong waited for a moment, feeling that there was no change in the elevator, he put down his heart and continued to eat his tofu mixed with Toona sinensis. When the eyes can't see things, the sense of smell will become extremely sensitive. If Wang Zhongding can rely on other things to divert his attention at ordinary times, there is really no place to hide now, so he can only hold his breath. Han Dong deliberately reminds, "Hey, you wait too. Why don't you eat lunch? It's going to be cold in a while As soon as Wang Zhongding opened his mouth, he meant to smell the disgust, so he simply kept silent. Han Dong came up and said, "why don't you try this?" Wang Zhongding pushed him away. "What are you doing with me? I don't think you are dirty. Come on, have a bite. " Han Dong is still moving forward. Wang Zhongding couldn't bear it. "Stay away from me!" As a result, he didn't scare Han Dong. Instead, the turbid air that had been blocked for a long time poured into Wang Zhongding's nose. How could it be a "* *" at that time! So after the elevator opened, Wang Zhongding didn't eat a mouthful of food and threw it all into the garbage can. In the afternoon, the elevator maintenance workers found out the cause of the failure: the elevator door sill was jammed with foreign matter, causing the door lock protection circuit failure, resulting in the elevator stop running. "How could it get stuck?" Wang Zhongding asked. "There are many reasons for this. If you throw a screw or a plastic part, it may cause the elevator door to jam." Wang Zhongding's face changed and he didn't ask any more questions. The next day, it was the same time, it was the same elevator, and Han Dong came again. This time, it was fried eggs with Chinese toon. "Mr. Wang, what a coincidence. I've met you again." What's more, the elevator got stuck in half. However, the emergency light can be turned on this time, and Han Dong shows his carefully designed eating picture incisively and vividly. The ferocious chewing action, the fragrant and twisted swallowing expression, and the gorgeous yolk and oil stains on the mouth It can be imagined that Wang Zhongding saved his meal. The lift lift as like as two peas in the past: the elevator door jammed stuck foreign object, causing the door lock to protect the circuit from failure, which caused the lift to stop running. On the third day, the familiar scene appeared again Wang Zhongding's brain is no longer smart, also know that Han Dong is intentional. But this time, he changed his usual straightforwardness, did not call Han Dong over for a trial, and did not take any evasive measures. But continue to buy rice, continue to take the elevator, continue to watch Han Dong eat fried Chinese toon fish, Chinese toon crisp dumplings, Chinese toon mixed salted duck eggs, Chinese toon wheat rice Moreover, he seems to be more and more numb to the taste. On the contrary, Han Dong has been eating Chinese toon for several days, sneezing and pooping. The XX he shoots is all Chinese toon. No matter how much he likes to eat, he is tired of eating it. At one o'clock in the morning, Wang Zhongding didn't go home directly after finishing his work, but went to the apartment in the back. Moreover, he also carried a Chinese toon branch, which was covered with green Chinese Toon Leaves, emitting a unique aroma. Only a few rooms in the whole apartment building are still on. Han Dong's apartment is one of them, and the door is not closed. Wang Zhongding goes in directly. Han Dong had been asleep for a long time, even snoring. The computer is still on, staying in the blog interface, a paragraph of words attracted Wang Zhongding's attention. "The entertainment circle is just an enhanced version of the ordinary people's circle. Ordinary people are happy, but artists are ecstatic; ordinary people are sad, but artists are sad; ordinary people give gifts, but artists give themselves. It's like the relationship between vampires and people in the Vampire Diaries is magnified. " The editing date was more than a week ago, the day when Han Dong accidentally ran into Li Shang. Wang Zhongding was stunned for a moment, and was soon attracted by the piccolo beside the computer. Although the appearance is not very good, it gives Wang Zhongding a big shock. Before making a piccolo, you need to remove the phosphor in the lamp tube. A little improper operation will cause the lamp tube to break. Han Dong used the method of pouring sand back and forth several times to clean up the inner wall. In addition, the length and thickness of the lamp must be calculated strictly. Sometimes ten lamps may not make a flute. But also drilling, grinding, testing. In particular, when proofreading, we need to adjust the pitch hole by hole. The distance between them directly determines the intonation, even if the error is very small, it will have a great impact. However, Wang Zhongding did not find an abandoned lamp in the room. There was only leftovers in the garbage can. The careful thinking and strong control of the operator were amazing. For a "digital control", any precise thing has a different charm. It's like Han Dong's leg. Wang Zhongding didn't know what kind of mentality he was out of, so he put the Chinese toon branch in his hand to Han Dong's nose. When Han Dong heard the smell of Toona sinensis, he immediately turned over to avoid the smell, and even used his gorgeous buttocks to Wang Zhongding. Sure enough Wang Zhongding, with a smile on his lips, tried to bully others and put the Chinese toon branch to the other side. Han Dong is just like a big dog who is annoyed. He makes a dull hum in his mouth. He plunges into the quilt and covers his head tightly. As a result, it can be imagined that the Chinese toon branch got into the quilt again. In this way, Han Dong hid, from leaning to side, and from side to curl No matter how to change posture, angle and direction, the damned smell of Toona is like a shadow. Finally, when he got nowhere to drill, he plunged into Wang Zhongding's arms Now, it's safe.