After wearing it for 18 years, it became the top trend

Chapter 3

"Hey, boy, here we come!"

Qin Lang, who was sleeping in the dark, was woken up by the driver.

"It's here?" He opened his eyes in a daze, rubbed his cheeks vigorously to wake himself up, and muttered, "How much?"

Driver: "61."

"What?" Qin Lang was startled awake by the number, and smiled, "Master, do you think I look like I've been taken advantage of?"

The driver pointed to the meter and said, "Young man, this is a meter. If you think I'm ripping off customers, you can complain."

Qin Lang snorted, too lazy to talk nonsense: "It's not the first time I take a taxi for this route at night, and it never exceeds 35."

After finishing speaking, he threw the zero ticket on the passenger seat, opened the door and got off.

The driver let out angrily: "Young man, how can you do this?"

When Qin Lang was played by the crew, he was already in a bad mood, but when he met a taxi that robbed him, his mood was even worse. He slapped the roof of the car hard, bent over to the driver in the driver's seat, and said A rhetorical question: "Then what do you want?"

He looks very upright, not like a villain who rides in a bully car in the middle of the night, but unfortunately his hair is messy at this time, and his shirt is stained with several dirty spots. I don't know if he just experienced a fight or a stalking .

In addition, in order to establish prestige in front of his younger brother these years, his cold face is very bluffing.

The driver was an honest middle-aged man. He was obviously frightened by him. He didn't want to cause trouble in the middle of the night, so he could only admit that he was unlucky, cursed angrily, closed the window, and left in Juechen.

Before leaving, unwillingly, he sprayed Qin Lang a tube of exhaust gas.

Qin Lang frowned and exhaled the foul air he accidentally inhaled, and gritted his teeth to write down the license plate number.

The butcher is still so rude.

He has to call tomorrow to complain.

He rubbed his face, turned around and walked into the community.

Just now he glanced at the time in the driver's car, and it was already past eleven o'clock.

The entire neighborhood was pitch black, and had already fallen into a deep sleep, with only a few windows still lit.

I don't know if it's an illusion, although he can't see it clearly, but he always feels that the four seasons tonight seem to be a little different from before.

Helplessly, I was really sleepy and my mind was dizzy, so I didn't bother to think about it, so I just quickened my pace and walked upstairs to my unit.

The voice-activated lights in the corridor turned on with the sound of his footsteps. He looked at the corridor suspiciously as he went upstairs. He didn't know whether it was too dark or his illusion. The familiar corridor was much older than usual.

He suspected that his mind was not clear enough.

When I walked to the door of the house on the third floor, I had no choice but to knock because I didn't bring the key.

However, the strange thing is that after knocking for a long time, no one answered.Not to mention Zilin, Ziqi has never been a deep sleeper, so it is impossible to knock on the door and wake him up.

He thought for a while, walked to the corridor window, and looked towards his own window.

Not only the living room, but even the window of his own bedroom was pitch black.

This made him feel more and more strange, because no matter whether he went to bed early or late, Song Xingjia would definitely keep the light waiting for him to come back.

Now that there is no answer to the door call, and the lights in the bedroom are turned off, there is only one possibility, that the boys are not at home at all.

He wasn't too surprised, Zilin loves to play, and since the college entrance examination, he went to the Internet cafe several times at night to stay up all night.I guess I went again today when I was happy, and kidnapped Ziqi and Song Xingjia.

Qin Lang once again felt that he was unlucky tonight, he couldn't enter the house in the middle of the night, and he had to drag his exhausted body to the nearby Internet cafe to grab a few bastards back.

Later, he had to give Qin Laosan a good meal.

He sighed and walked downstairs, at the same time, there was a sound of footsteps below, and under the dim light, a boy with his head bowed hopped up and walked up, brushing past him.

He didn't pay attention at first, but when he heard the sound of the lock being unlocked behind him, he turned his head subconsciously, only to see that this person opened the door of his own house.

He frowned and shouted, "Hey! What are you doing!"

The boy looked back at him, as if he thought he was confused, so he ignored him and continued to open the door.

The door opened with a click, and the young man was about to go in. Qin Lang had already stepped upstairs, grabbed his shoulders, pulled him up from behind, and slammed him against the inner wall.

"Little bastard, you are so brave! How dare you know how to steal without looking at who lives in this house?"

The young man yelled in pain from being hit, and cursed angrily, "Who the hell are you? I took the key to open the door of my own house, who the hell broke the door and stole it?"

Qin Lang was about to laugh at this daring little thief, grabbed the front of the opponent's T-shirt, pointed to the half-open door with the other hand and said, "Stinky boy, this is my house! The trick is still so arrogant, I will give it to you right now." Go to the police station, you and the police uncle are so arrogant!"

While talking, he stared fiercely at the little boy in front of him.

This guy was only fifteen or sixteen years old, he was pretty good-looking, and he was dressed in a fashionable way. He really didn't look like a thief.

and……

The little bastard looked a little familiar, especially his eyebrows.

The three brothers of the Qin family all looked like their deceased mother, not to mention the twins who shared the same face, the two younger brothers and him were often said to have the same eyebrows and eyes.

He may not be that familiar with his own appearance, but he is very familiar with his younger brother under the same roof.

This fledgling little thief's eyebrows and eyes look like they were printed out of the same mold as his two younger brothers.

This cognition made Qin Lang's hand loosen a little involuntarily.

And when the little thief saw his face, his originally annoyed handsome face suddenly changed drastically, his eyes opened wide, his mouth trembled and opened for a long time, he suddenly grabbed his arm, and faltered: "You... are you uncle?"

Because this little brat looks so much like his younger brother, Qin Lang's heart instinctively softened, thinking that he might be saved because he is young, it would be too cruel to beat him to death with a stick.Just listening to the child's nonsense, he couldn't help frowning: "Stinky boy, what are you yelling?"

The boy hurriedly changed his words: "Are you Qin Lang?"

Qin Lang frowned even deeper, and said hey: "Stinky boy, it seems that you stepped on it a little earlier, and you even found out my name clearly."

The young man shook his head excitedly, looked up and down, and said, "I can't understand a sentence or two, uncle, let's go in and talk slowly!"

After all, before Qin Lang could react, he had already pulled people into the house, and quickly closed the door mysteriously.

Qin Lang stood at the porch with arms crossed, looked him up and down, sneered and said, "What? You want to close the door and kill someone? Don't weigh yourself, I can beat you all over the place with one hand."

The young man raised his hands in a gesture of surrender, trying to suppress the ups and downs of his chest, looked at him with burning eyes, and said, "Don't get excited, uncle, I promise I'm not a thief, and I promise I won't do anything, let's talk slowly. "

Qin Lang nodded: "Okay, I'll give you a chance to see if you can persuade me not to send you to the police station. Let's start with self-introduction."

The boy cleared his throat: "My name is Qin Xiaoxing, and I am 15 years old."

Qin Lang sneered: "Oh, so it's my family, you dared to break into and steal at the age of 15, should I praise you for being awesome?"

"I really didn't steal." The young man defended with a bitter face, and then quickly waved his hands, "It's not important. Uncle, I want to make sure that you are my real uncle?"

"I'm not your real uncle, I'm your real grandfather."

Qin Xiaoxing said seriously: "That's impossible, my grandparents died in a car accident when my dad was ten years old."

Qin Lang: "..."

It's just that this familiar experience inevitably made him frown again, and looked at the other party suspiciously.

Not to mention, the more I look at it, the more I feel like two younger brothers.

Qin Xiaoxing continued to ask: "Do you have twin brothers named Qin Ziqi and Qin Zilin?"

Qin Lang snorted: "The steps are quite detailed, even the demographic composition of my family is clear."

Qin Xiaoxing took a deep breath excitedly, and raised his hand to smooth his chest, trying to calm himself down.

Qin Lang saw that he acted like he was doing it, and said impatiently: "What are you going to say?"

Qin Xiaoxing looked at him eagerly, holding his breath, and asked word by word: "Then do you know what day it is today?"

Qin Lang was confused: "What day?"

Qin Xiaoxing said, "I mean what date is today?"

Although Qin Lang felt that he was baffled, he still replied: "August [-]th!"

Qin Xiaoxing continued to ask: "What about the year?"

"Of course it's 2002!" Qin Lang glanced at him, wondering if he was going around on purpose: "I'll give you another 2 minutes, if you can't tell me why I let you go, I'll call the police right away."

Qin Xiaoxing danced and danced in excitement, and said in his mouth: "Uncle is right, I really have an uncle who has entered the time tunnel."

Qin Lang saw that the kid was having a convulsion, and stepped forward to slap him on the top of the head: "I think you won't cry when you see the coffin, right?"

Qin Xiaoxing grabbed him, "Uncle, don't worry."

As he spoke, he took out his cell phone from his pocket and made a video call with trembling hands.

Although it was late at night, the other end was quickly connected, and a roar came: "Qin Xiaoxing, where have you been hiding? If you don't come back tonight, wait until I find you tomorrow, and see if I don't beat you to death!"

"Father! Don't be angry, my old house in Four Seasons. Uncle guessed right. Uncle is back. Hurry over here."

"What nonsense are you talking about!"

"I did not lie to you."

When he was on the phone, Qin Lang kept staring at the phone in his hand.

He had never seen this type of mobile phone, not only a color screen, but also a whole screen without buttons, which looked much more advanced than his new Nokia 8250.

Can also play video, what kind of high technology is this?

After all, he is a computer graduate, but he has never seen it before.

After Qin Xiaoxing finished speaking, he swung the phone screen towards him.

Qin Lang's face suddenly appeared on the screen.

"Big... big brother!"

A familiar voice came tremblingly from the phone.

Qin Lang sounded a bit like Ziqi, he was approaching suspiciously, trying to get a better look at the person opposite.

However, the screen in the small frame suddenly shook and turned black, and the call ended.

Qin Xiaoxing withdrew his hand, looked at the broken screen, and said, "My dad is probably too excited, he and my uncle should be here soon."

Qin Lang frowned and looked at the child, and began to feel that something was wrong.

Qin Xiaoxing cleared his throat in response to his questioning gaze, and said solemnly: "Uncle, you may need some time to accept what I'm going to say next."

Qin Lang frowned and asked, "What do you want to say?"

"It's not August 2002, 8, but August 15, 2020." He paused, "I'm not a burglar. This is our Qin family's old house. I'm the son of your second brother Qin Ziqi."

The author says:

Brother Qin:? ?