Chapter 530: Riddle Man Get Out of Gotham~

"Just a little, just a little."

Zhang Zhang Jie answered modestly.

Although he had no research on tea in this life or the previous life,

but he is a man who opened a hang, there are Zhang Jies in the heavens and worlds.

Zhuan Yi Tian Zhang Zhang Jie and Shui Hu Zhang Zhang Jie drank tribute tea from all over the place every day,

drank a lot, naturally had some insights.

"Hmm."

Xu San didn't find it strange.

Zhang Zhang Jie went to Long Hu Mountain for further studies, when it comes to research on tea, those Taoist masters who practice immortality and talk about metaphysics all day are all experts,

Zhang Zhang Jie was influenced by it, it is not strange to have some attainments.

*Piapia. *

Zhang Zhang Chulan smacked his lips, but didn't taste any flavor, at most felt it was a bit thicker than ordinary tea.

After chatting with Zhang Zhang Jie for a few words, Xu San focused his attention on Zhang Zhang Chulan.

"Zhang Chulan, here I apologize to you on behalf of Bao'er."

Xu San suddenly apologized to Zhang Zhang Chulan solemnly.

"That crazy..."

Zhang Zhang Chulan's "crazy woman" was about to blurt out.

That crazy woman who almost dug up his grandfather's grave, really made him remember it fresh.

"Ahem."

Zhang Zhang Jie coughed tactically a few times.

Bao'er-Zhang Jie's status in the hearts of the Xu family is self-evident.

To use Internet terminology, the Xu family, from the old father Xu Xiang,

down to the Neither Three Nor Four combination, are all Bao'er-Zhang Jie's lick-dogs.

Speaking bad things about Feng Feng Baobao in front of them, tsk...

"Uh, Third Brother, was that sister sent by you?"

Zhang Zhang Chulan, who was reminded, immediately changed his words from good to good.

This is an assistant to the person in charge of a large region of the company,

not to mention the person in charge is his old father, he, a plain,

weak, helpless and pitiful ordinary extraordinary person, can't afford to offend such a big man.

"Haha, Bao'er's behavior is a bit simple..."

Thinking of Feng Feng Baobao's way of doing things, Xu San also felt embarrassed.

Digging a grave is something that is hard to accept at any time.

Although Feng Feng Baobao was investigating the situation of Zhang Zhang Chulan's grandfather Zhang Zhang Xilin's grave at the time,

but she stood in front of the grave with a shovel in the middle of the night, and the grave was dug open, which really made people think about it.

*More than simple, it's also very rude. *

For Xu San's strong explanation, Zhang Zhang Jie's desire to complain in his heart burned.

For a competitor who might not be able to beat, directly sneak in at night, knock the opponent unconscious,

and then dig a hole to bury the person, only Bao'er-Zhang Jie's brain circuit can think of it.

"Haha."

Zhang Zhang Chulan also showed an embarrassed but polite smile.

Xu San has already said this, can he still continue to hold on?

Can only laugh, just treat this matter as revealed.

"Zhang Chulan, what are your plans for the future?"

Skipping over the simple and rude behavior of Feng Feng Baobao,

Xu San picked up the teapot and refilled the tea cups of Zhang Zhang Jie and Zhang Zhang Chulan.

Zhang Zhang Chulan picked up the tea cup, took a sip and put it down:

"I am still a student at Nankai, let's prioritize my studies.

As for the future, maybe find a job and live a plain life."

He has no great pursuit of life.

Grandfather passed away, father Zhang Zhang Yude disappeared, let him understand,

grand and spectacular may not be a blessing, and plain may be the truth.

Zhang Zhang Jie and Xu San's eyes met for a moment, and they both saw emotion in each other's eyes.

Zhang Zhang Chulan is only 18 years old, speaking of which, he is young and energetic, feeling that my life is not up to heaven,

the age of being proud, which young person has not fantasized that he is the protagonist of the world, and the world's wind and clouds come from my generation?

As a result, this kid is like a middle-aged man over forty who has seen through the world,

facts have proved that experience has a great influence on the shaping of a person's temperament.

These years of hiding, being cautious, especially grandfather's death, father's disappearance,

can only carry the pressure of life by himself, and suppress all secrets in his heart,

making him no longer as innocent as his peers.

Xu San came to sit opposite Zhang Zhang Chulan and pushed his black-rimmed glasses:

"You want to be plain, I'm afraid it's not that simple."

Zhang Zhang Chulan didn't speak, because he knew that since Xu San said so,

I'm afraid he already had the following text, he just needs to listen carefully.

Xu San didn't continue, but asked back:

"Do you know why your grandfather wanted to take your father and son to hide their names even though there is an extraordinary world?"

"Even the extraordinary world can't tolerate our family?" Zhang Zhang Chulan's face was heavy.

Since learning about the existence of the extraordinary world from Zhang Zhang Jie, he has been thinking about this question.

Grandfather Zhang Zhang Xilin has been warning him since he was young, saying that they are aliens in the crowd,

absolutely not to expose their abnormalities, otherwise, there will be a disaster.

He thought it was because an alien like him was very rare and not tolerated by ordinary people, so he had to hide.

But even though there is an extraordinary world composed of aliens, grandfather still taught him this way, the only explanation is,

even in the extraordinary world full of aliens, their family is still an alien not tolerated by the crowd!

"You are very smart, guessing so much with just a little information."

Xu San looked at Zhang Zhang Chulan deeply.

This kid, who is only half his age, possesses wisdom inconsistent with his age,

giving him a feeling of seeing his own shadow.

"Your family, even in the extraordinary world, is an alien,

or rather, your grandfather Zhang Zhang Xilin is an alien not tolerated by the extraordinary world!"

Xu San said meaningfully.

"Oh, Third Brother, what are you selling?"

Zhang Zhang Jie, who was listening on the side, was

Zhang Zhang Jie, on the side, grew impatient listening and spoke up to interrupt Xu San, who was being coy.

As for this riddle-master business, it is far more enjoyable to do it oneself;

when others do it, it only gives him the urge to slap them across the face—letting you be the riddle-master!

Riddle-masters, get out of Gotham!

"You brat!"

Xu San glared at Zhang Zhang Jie with annoyance.

Was he being coy and acting like a riddle-master?

He was building an atmosphere, laying the groundwork to gain an advantage for a deep exchange with Zhang Zhang Chulan!

Once he occupied the absolute psychological high ground, wouldn't the suppressed Zhang Zhang Chulan speak truthfully,

telling everything he knew without holding anything back?

By then, he could probably even ask him at what age he stopped wetting the bed and whether he had ever engaged in manual self-gratification.

Unfortunately, this excellent situation had been ruined by Zhang Zhang Jie, this hotheaded youth.

"I remember this kid didn't use to be like this."

Xu San suddenly discovered that Zhang Zhang Jie, whom he thought he had seen through before, had become increasingly profound over these past few days,

just like an iceberg floating on the sea—looking small and very clear,

but what is hidden beneath the surface, blurry and indistinct, is the true face.