Chapter 921 (1/2)

The night is getting darker and darker. Families in the old residential building community have gradually begun to turn off the lights. The dark windows look even darker tonight when there is no moonlight.

Upstairs opposite Su RI's home, Dou Dou lay in front of the window and yawned bored.

This is the first time he doesn't know how many night shifts.

Everything was the same as usual. There was nothing unusual in Su ri'an's residence.

Although this man is blind and seems very busy every day, the key is that his behavior and daily activities have not been different for so long.

In addition to delivering meals to the hospital every day, I write music scores at home and occasionally meet with Qiaoya. I can't find a strange place in my monotonous life.

If he had to say something, it was that he often ordered takeout.

In addition to the friend in the hospital and Joey, he probably saw the most people is the takeout.

However, this is normal. He is blind and inconvenient to get in and out. He has to buy his own vegetables and cook. Compared with these, ordering takeout is indeed a more convenient choice.

Dou Dou yawned again and came to Xiangcheng for a short time. Life here stubbornly dropped his biological clock. Although he yawned all the time, when he really wanted to go to bed, his brain could wake up and start to calculate math problems on the spot.

The hands of the clock went round and round, and the hour hand gradually pointed to eleven o'clock.

At the door of Su ri'an's unit building, a man riding a tram and wearing a yellow takeout uniform stopped steadily at the entrance of the corridor. Then he got out of the car with a plastic bag in his hand and walked into the building.

As the voice controlled lights on each floor in the corridor gradually lit up, the man finally stopped on the floor where Su ri'an was located.

Dou Dou glanced and was surprised.

So late, Su rian has takeout again?

Holding his cheek, he looked at the delivery clerk in a boring way.

The man moved quickly. He came down from the upstairs in a few minutes, got into his car and roared away.

Dou Dou looked at Su ri'an's room, his eyes turned, thought of something, and simply got up and began to wear his coat.

Anyway, I'm idle. I might as well follow up and have a look at this takeout.

He hooked his lips, put on his clothes, called Mo Feng and said directly, ”come and pick up the shift for a while. I'll see if there's anything fun.”

Mo Feng's voice was a little serious: ”what are you doing? Don't mess around.”

”Oh, it's all right. I'll follow and see the takeout. You're on duty. Wait for me to bring you some supper.”

With that, he hung up the phone, reached for the door and ran after the salesman in the direction he left.

Since the man rode a bicycle, he can't rely on his legs. He doesn't want to be tired and vomit blood. If he sends it back to Dou's house and says that he vomited blood when he was following, he will be laughed at for a year.

Dou Dou looked around. Although the night was dark and the wind was high, he saw a bicycle parked downstairs of the unit not far away.

He went up to the car and lifted the plastic cloth covered rather than not covered. With a wipe of his fingers, there was a thick layer of ash on the seat. He didn't know whether he had been left here or ”temporarily” put here.

He said in his heart, ”good man, borrow your car.”

After meditation, he raised his legs and rode away.

Fortunately, the car just looks like a ”rag”, not really a rag.

Dou Dou rode it to the entrance and exit of the residential building. He saw the takeout's tram tail.

He rode his bike and watched the man while hiding himself in the dark as much as possible.