Pan Ying said, "Liu Shan and the others are playing cards at Sang Chunbiao's house. I've been watching them play until now. Now that the game is over, I thought I'd drop by. I sent you a message on QQ, but you didn't reply."
Sang Chunbiao was Sang Yongyang's son and Sang Chunling's cousin. They usually hung out together.
"I didn't log on QQ." He Zhou squatted on the doorstep, lit a cigarette he had taken from the table during the day, and puffed out a smoke ring. "Who's playing cards?"
"Many. Sang Chunbiao, Liu Shan, Jia Wei, and Chu Dongpo." Pan Ying also sat on the doorstep.
"Jia Wei doesn't have a cent in his pocket. Why would he give his face to them?" He Zhou knew Jia Wei's character very well.
Pan Ying pointed at herself. "What else would I do? He did the work, and I paid. "
He Zhou looked at her in surprise. "Why can't I run into such a good thing?"
Pan Ying hugged her legs and chuckled. "It's because you don't have time. How about next time?"
"Look at you. Did you win money?" He Zhou asked.
Pan Ying said, "Of course. We were the bankers, and we bet on them. We won more than ten thousand, and we split it in half."
He Zhou asked, "Where's Jia Wei now?"
Liu Jiawei owed him five hundred yuan!
He had borrowed it before the New Year and hadn't returned it yet. He had to find a way to get it back while Liu Jiawei had money in his pocket!
Pan Ying said, "He's home."
He Zhou quickly took out his phone and logged into QQ. He received three messages from Pan Ying.
"Where are you?"
"Are you tired?"
"Are you keeping watch?"
He showed the phone screen to Pan Ying and smiled. "Look, I just got it."
"I'm fine." Pan Ying said indifferently.
He Zhou sent a message to Liu Jiawei.
"Where are you?"
A few seconds later, he received a laughing emoticon.
"Pay me back." He Zhou went straight to the point.
"No money …"
"Where's the money you won from playing cards?" He Zhou was used to his shamelessness.
"There's a traitor in our team. Who told you …"
"Hurry up and pay me back!" He Zhou didn't want to waste time with him.
"I'm going to bed. Let's talk tomorrow."
"Supports online banking transfer." Then, he quickly entered a string of account numbers.
"I can't let go of the wealth I've just gathered so easily. Tomorrow, tomorrow I'll definitely give it to you …"
He Zhou was just about to reply when Liu Jiawei sent another message. "I'm going to bed first. Let's talk tomorrow."
"Believe it or not, I'll smash your house in mourning clothes right now …" He Zhou sent the message angrily. Liu Jiawei was obviously nervous, but no matter what Liu Jiawei said, he did not reply.
After a while, he received a message on his phone that he had received 1,000 yuan.
His phone vibrated, and he picked it up. It was Liu Jiawei.
"Hey, we've been brothers for so many years. Do you have to be so ruthless?"
Liu Jiawei complained the moment he arrived.
He Zhou said angrily, "Am I wrong to ask you for money?"
Liu Jiawei chuckled. "Am I such an unreasonable person? Didn't you see I gave you an extra 500? Just take it as a reward for you. Don't be so narrow-minded, people will laugh at you. "
"F * ck off, I'll take it as interest. If I lend you money next time, I'll be your grandson." He then hung up.
Pan Ying's mouth was already open. She wanted to laugh, but she suddenly remembered that this was a sad and serious occasion. The mourning hall was still here, so she couldn't laugh.
"I'm sorry."
She held it in.
"It's okay." He Zhou put his phone away. It didn't have much battery left.
"You two are so funny. Is it worth a few hundred yuan?" Pan Ying asked curiously.
"Sis, you're so rich. You don't understand the difficulties of poor people like us." He Zhou waved his hand. "Hurry up and go back to sleep. I'm going back to the central room."
The brazier could not be extinguished, so he had to continue burning paper money.
"I'll go with you." Pan Ying followed behind him.
"Don't." He Zhou quickly stopped her. "Believe it or not, your father will be here in less than ten minutes."
Pan Ying wanted to say something else, but her phone rang. She looked at it and saw that it was her father.
"Then, bye."
He Zhou returned to the central room and continued to guard the brazier.
On the day of He Weibao's cremation, He Manjun finally came back. He hugged his father's small grave and wailed.
Some pitied him, some despised him, some scolded him, and so on.
Everyone tried to persuade him to go home, but he didn't respond. It was almost lunchtime, and the family was waiting for the feast to start. No one had the time to care about him. He Laoxi asked He Zhou to wait for him here, afraid that something bad might happen.
Only the uncle and nephew were left on the grave, which was full of paper scraps and smoke.
"Uncle, are you hungry? Let's go back and eat? "He Zhou wanted to light a cigarette, but he resisted in the end. He realized that he had smoked a little too much these days.
"Nephew, it's been hard on you." He Manjun's snot and tears were running down his face.
He Zhou said, "Family members, why are you saying these things?"
"I, your uncle, have suffered …" He Manjun choked with sobs.
"Uncle, I know."
Of course, He Zhou also thought that He Manjun was pitiful, but a pitiful person must have a hateful side.
He had heard a lot about He Manjun when he was young. The thing that attracted the most gossip was that he was lazy and did not do proper work. However, in his opinion, the most hateful thing was that he hit his wife, even though it was a common thing in the countryside.
He had seen his ex-aunt, Chu Xiuhong. She was in her forties, but her skin was still soft and smooth, no different from a young girl.
In many people's opinion, if Chu Xiuhong hadn't been beaten away by He Manjun, what was the big deal about hitting his wife?
They attributed the main reason why He Manjun was alone now to laziness!
He had no money in his pocket!
If he had money in his pocket, he would be able to hit his wife!
He Manjun took out a wrinkled Red Plum cigarette from his pocket. He Zhou went up to light it for him, only to hear him say, "I don't lack opportunities in this life. I joined the army after junior high school. You know about your second grandpa. He had a lot of connections back then.
If they weren't his comrades, they would be his old subordinates. He could just throw away his old face and I would be rich!
But he just wouldn't do it, so I left the army in a fit of anger.
Otherwise, how could I be where I am now? Even an old tramp like Chu Xiuhong can beat me. "
"Hehe …" He Zhou lost the last bit of goodwill he had for him. "Uncle, let's go home and eat. If we're late, we'll be eating pot ashes."
"Nephew, do you think I've suffered in this life?" He Manjun hoped that his nephew could understand him.
He Zhou said, "Uncle, life wasn't good in the past. My mother was a woman, and we relied on her both at home and abroad. I often heard her talk about how hard it was in the past."
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