Qiao Yuanlin scratched his ears in embarrassment, and asked, "Then do you remember where he went?"

The driver recalled carefully and finally gave a street address. There were three residential areas on that street, and two rows of shops downstairs. Qiao Yuanlin locked in a few shops that people would visit regularly.

He asked Uncle Dazhi to go to the hairdresser to wash his hair, and chatted with Mr. Tony. When it came to applying for a card, he showed Uncle You's photo and asked if it could be cut like this.

Teacher Tony said no problem, but said nothing else. All the barbershops have been checked in this way, but there is no gain.

Qiao Yuanlin stepped into the gym for the first time in his life, claiming that it was recommended by his neighbors, and asked if he could get a discount on the classes. Showing the photo to the manager, the other party was overjoyed and called a strong personal trainer.

There was nowhere to look for, the other party was Uncle You's illegitimate son, who enthusiastically took Qiao Yuanlin to look at the equipment, and within ten minutes he had made a muscle-building plan for him.

Qiao Yuanlin cut to the chase: "It's too expensive, I'll think about it later."

Zilian said: "You are Mr. Li's neighbor, a distant relative and a close neighbor. I will give you two class hours."

"It's mainly because I'm too lazy." Qiao Yuanlin said, "It's more than 500 steps from home to the gym, so I don't want to go."

Zilian said: "Oh my God, it's only 200 steps to cross the road. Don't you just live in the building opposite."

Qiao Yuanlin smiled meaningfully and looked across the street at the colorful homes. It turned out that Uncle You lived in Building No. 6 opposite.

Before leaving, he asked casually, "Has Brother Li been here these few days? I'll come with him next time."

"He's on a business trip, so he hasn't made an appointment for a class these days." Zilian said, "Then I'll wait for you, and I will definitely train you as well as Mr. Li. You need to have chest and buttocks."

Qiao Yuanlin felt chills for a while, and spent the next few days at the camp pondering over and over a question-what model is Uncle Oil?

Give him Viagra and make him full of energy. Could it be that Uncle You is actually a zero, and that night was not to plunder his youth, but to covet his glory?

Qiao Yuanlin suddenly felt ashamed and embarrassed, the phone rang, and Liang Cheng sent a photo, which was a box of bright red strawberries.

Liang Cheng: It was given by the patient girl.

Qiao Yuanlin: How young?

Liang Cheng: Two and a half years old.

It was quite small, Qiao Yuanlin had no objection: Is it sweet or not?

Liang Cheng: I dare not taste it, in case it is sour.

Adults tacitly understood it, and seemed more childish than elementary school students. Qiao Yuanlin stood at the door of a fruit shop and replied: I can help you taste it.

Liang Cheng: While it's fresh.

Qiao Yuanlin sent the location and asked: Is it express delivery within the same city?

Liang Cheng: Superman runs errands.

In a trance, the bits and pieces of that summer rolled in, Qiao Yuanlin turned off the screen, suddenly not sure whether he was watching the streets or alleys, or waiting for a big boy on a motorcycle.

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