The tallest and most exquisite villa in Xujia Town was located on the side of the road. Even in the town where skyscrapers had been built in recent years, it was still the undisputed leader.
According to the owner of the house, it was designed by a famous designer. If it was in a first-tier city like Shanghai or Shenzhen City, it would cost more than 10 million each.
The villa was built six years ago, but the person who paid for it was not the owner of the villa, but his brother-in-law.
To be more precise, it was his younger brother.
The owner of the villa was called Song Zhongji, a rotten man who was always idle and addicted to gambling. In that era where people relied on farming to make a living, a man who did not like to work in the field was a rotten man.
Such a man was single until he married Xu Ru, who was from the same village, when he was 25.
Speaking of these two families, there was no difference between the two. Both of them were poor to the point of having nothing but four walls.
After getting married, Song Zhongji was still addicted to gambling, but at least he knew how to work in the field and support his family. Xu Ru was a woman who was used to working hard, so the couple had a good life.
Twenty years ago, this house was still a yellow mud house. Every year, Song Zhongji would be seen throwing mud at the outer wall of the yellow mud house. After all, it could not be compared to a brick house. As time passed, the outer wall of the yellow mud house would gradually peel off.
At that time, there were already many brick houses in town.
In twenty years, the yellow mud house became a brick house, and from a brick house, it became a villa.
It really lived up to the old saying, "Every dog has its day."
This Song Zhongji had unknowingly become the most heroic country bumpkin in town.
Everything was thanks to his brother-in-law. It was said that he made money from doing business in other places and became a big boss. Good fellow, he built a villa just like that. Song Zhongji's family's BMW, which was worth 300,000, was also given by his brother-in-law. Song Zhongji had two sons. The eldest son was left behind by Xu Ru, and the younger son was born with his second wife. The eldest son was studying abroad, and his living expenses and tuition were all paid by his uncle.
Xu Yao, the people in town, was said to be the golden phoenix that flew out of Xujia Town.
Unfortunately, Xu Ru was unlucky. She died early after a few years of happiness. Such a big villa was taken advantage of by another woman.
Xu Yao rarely returned to Xu Town. After Xu Ru passed away, he would never come back. He would only drive to visit his sister's grave during Qingming Festival and Chinese New Year.
However, he was very generous. A few years ago, when the town was getting richer, more and more people were buying cars. However, the roads were not good, so he went to Song Zhongji and asked Xu Yao about it.
The next year, the road was repaired. Because of this, Song Zhongji's status in the town rose layer by layer and was unshakeable.
How could an idle gambler have such a good life? How could he be so lucky?
In the end, it was probably because he couldn't find a wife. Because he couldn't find a wife, he married Xu Ru.
"Relay, Relay … Are you home?" An old man stood in front of the villa's wrought iron gate and shouted with all his might.
Soon, a pot-bellied middle-aged man came out of the villa.
Song Zhongji turned 50 this year. His face was rosy, and he dyed his hair every year. His hair was thick and black. Years of living like a prince made him look more like a successful businessman than a bumpkin.
"Your brother-in-law is back," Sir said.
"Why is he here? It's not like it's a holiday." Song Zhongji was confused. He looked around at the door. "Where is he?"
"He's at the entrance of the town. When he came back from the fields, I saw his car parked there," Sir said. "He's rich again, right? I'll give him some money later."
Song Zhongji patted his chest. "Come find me tomorrow."
Things that were easily obtained were hard to cherish. Therefore, Song Zhongji was famous for his generosity. Because of his generosity, there were fewer rumors and sarcastic remarks in the town.
No matter what was said in private, in front of him, everyone had to give him a thumbs up and praise him for his generosity.
After the old man left, Song Zhongji stood downstairs and shouted, "Zhilong, Zhilong …"
The window opened and a young man with glasses stuck his head out. He said irritably, "What are you shouting for? You're like a country bumpkin."
Song Zhongji didn't care. Instead, he smiled. "Come down, your uncle is here. He's with your mother. Let's go. "
The young man quickly went downstairs. He was wearing short-sleeved pants and a pair of sandals.
It was summer vacation. He came back from abroad. He was glamorous outside but slovenly at home. He complained as he walked. "Uncle, why did you come at this time? I'm playing with a 98K. I feel like I can eat chicken today."
But he respected and was afraid of his serious uncle. He could only endure not eating chicken.
After the father and son left, a woman came out of the house. She was eating melon seeds. She spat out the shell far away and said sarcastically, "Dead for more than ten years, still haunting."
.....
Qin Ze and the other three walked on the yellow road in the mountains. On both sides were rolling tea forests. The cemetery of Xujia Town was in the tea forest.
It was the hottest time of the day. No one picked tea. The green tea leaves reflected the sun. The mountains were silent and far away from the hustle and bustle.
Coupled with a cemetery, it was a bit like a horror movie.
Su Yu was wearing a big brimmed hat. He was sweating from the heat and his hair was stuck to his cheeks.
"Why don't you sweat?" Su Yu wiped his sweat with a tissue.
"If I don't exercise, I generally don't sweat." Qin Ze said.
The weaker the body, the easier it is to sweat. For example, a man with kidney deficiency will sweat a few pounds after eating soup noodles.
"Boss Xu, you haven't been back for a long time." Under the sun, Qin Ze squinted and looked at the cemetery.
"It's been a long time. Even if I come back, I'll stop here." Xu Yao also squinted.
Qin Ze laughed. "Not returning to your hometown is like walking at night."
Xu Yao said in a deep voice, "I don't have the face to come back."
"Interesting," Qin Ze retracted his gaze and stared at him. "Boss Xu, who built an industrial empire in Wencheng and whose industry almost covered half of the South? If you don't have the face, who has the face?"
Xu Yao did not answer.
In front of the grave, Qin Ze silently cleaned up the weeds around Xu Ru's grave and burned some tin foil and yellow paper brought from Hangzhou.
Su Yu and Xu Guang watched from the side. Xu Yao wanted to do something several times, but he restrained himself.
"I bought a little too much. Help burn it together." Qin Ze took the initiative to hand the underworld goods to him.
Xu Yao nodded.
After burning the things, they lit the incense. The four held the incense and worshipped.
The position was very interesting. Qin Ze stood at the front, Xu Guang and Xu Yao stood on his left and right, and Su Yu stood a little further away.
Song Zhongji and Song Zhilong came under the hot sun with bright red plastic bags in their hands. Inside were the underworld goods bought in the town.
"A 'Rong, why didn't you call me today?" Song Zhongji's voice was full of energy, with a warm smile on his face, as if he did not come to visit the grave, but to welcome the distinguished guests.
While speaking, he looked at Qin Ze and the others in confusion. He seemed to wonder why they were here to visit the grave of his deceased wife.
Except for Xu Yao, he did not know the people present. It was inevitable that he looked at Su Yu a few more times.
Such a beautiful woman could not be found in Xujia Town. Only the big stars on TV could compare to her.
Song Zhilong's eyes were glued to Su Yu's face, like a magnet attached to iron, unable to move away.
Xu Yao just glanced at the father and son, and his attention returned to Qin Ze.
"Sister, Azé is here to see you."
"With me."
"I've been dreaming of this day, even if he doesn't know anything."
"You … are A 'Guang?" Song Zhongji recognized Xu Guang. Although they had not seen each other for more than ten years, strictly speaking, he and Xu Guang could be considered childhood playmates. When he was a teenager, he wandered around the town, fishing in the water, climbing trees to dig eggs, followed by a group of children.
Xu Guang and Xu Yao were one of them. Xujia Town was so big that there were no strangers.
After so many years, Xu Guang's appearance had not changed. It was hard not to recognize him.
Song Zhongji hurriedly took out a big chicken and handed him a cigarette. Like himself, Xu Lan's family was not what it used to be. He heard that Xu Lan's son and daughter were now big stars. Stars, in the eyes of a small town like Xujia Town, symbolized high-end class.
Song Zhongji's age and living in a small town, had no interest in the entertainment industry. If it were not for the people around him, he would not know that Xu Lan's son and daughter had become big stars.
Back then, Xu Lan would bring her son to stay at his house for a while every summer vacation.
Song Zhongji did not care. How much could a simple meal in the countryside be worth? Accommodation was not a problem. There was no shortage of rooms in the countryside.
Xu Lan would give him a thousand yuan for food and accommodation every month. In the 2000s, this money was a lot. It was enough for him to smoke, drink, and play dice.
But her son was a little naughty. He did not like it very much. He often used his age to bully Zhilong. For this reason, he often complained to Xu Ru. Unexpectedly, the woman, who had always been gentle, was like an angry cat when it came to this kind of topic. Her reaction was particularly fierce.
After quarreling a few times, Song Zhongji did not mention this again.
Song Zhongji opened the plastic bag and took out the yellow paper and other things. Suddenly, someone blocked him. He looked up and saw a very handsome young man who felt a little familiar. He smiled and said, "Uncle!"
"You are?" Song Zhongji looked at Xu Yao.
But Xu Yao ignored him. His son behind him whispered, "Dad, he's Qin Ze."
Qin Ze?!
Oh my god.
Song Zhongji was shocked.
The young man in front of him was the average-looking naughty boy from back then?
A certain assistant: F * ck.
I've only heard that a girl changes eighteen times between childhood and womanhood. Even a boy can do it?
This is not a boy changing eighteen times between childhood and womanhood. This is nuclear fission.
He remembered one time when his son was beaten up by Qin Ze again. He cried in front of him (because calling for his mother was useless). He was also very helpless. He complained to Xu Ru and wanted to quarrel. He complained to Xu Lan, but she ignored him.
So he patted his son's head and said, "This kind of city person has the dirtiest heart. He will definitely not be successful in the future. He will definitely not be as handsome as you."
Now, when he looked at Qin Ze and then at his slovenly son, he felt a pain in his face.
"Ah, Azé …" Song Zhongji smiled awkwardly.
He remembered that he used to glare at little Qin Ze in private, trying to scare this little kid from the city. He wanted him to be more obedient and stop beating his son.
He did not have the courage to beat him. It was a thousand dollars.
"It's rare for me to visit Auntie Xu. There are some things I want to say to her alone. You two go back first. Or you can come back after we leave." Qin Ze said.
His voice was very gentle, but his tone was not gentle at all. It was not a negotiation, but an order.
Song Zhongji did not mind. His experience when he was young had made this man abandon his so-called dignity. He was very smooth.
These days, young people with a little bit of culture liked to think highly of themselves and highlight their individuality. They despised things like celebrities the most. This sentence, in the ears of Song Zhilong, who studied abroad, was particularly harsh. It was especially high and mighty, crushing his dignity.
At this moment, he finally remembered the fear of being beaten by Qin Ze and the shame of being a obedient little brother.
He did not have a good impression of Qin Ze. Based on the unhappy memories of his childhood, not only was he often bullied by Qin Ze, but also his mother's almost unreasonable favoritism.
Every year, the city kid would come to his house, wearing beautiful clothes that made him envious. Between his words, there was always a sense of superiority.
"I never eat this kind of two-cent popsicle."
"Rat poop, I've long been tired of eating it. Look at you with relish."
"I don't want to drink this kind of soda. I only drink AD calcium milk."
"Do you like that little flower next door? She's so ugly. My sister is much prettier than her. "
It was infuriating.
And just now, when they were paying respects to their mother, this person stood at the front. Even his uncle was a position lower than him.
Why?
The way his uncle looked at him made Song Zhilong feel even more unbalanced. One had to know that his uncle was so good to him that even his cousins were not as good as him.
But he had never seen his uncle look at him with that kind of eyes.
Why?
Song Zhilong said angrily, "Why?"
This is my mother's grave. Why should we leave?
Who do you think you are?
You're still as high and mighty as ever. Why? I'm a top student studying abroad. My uncle is a big boss with a net worth of tens of billions.
I'm not worse than you.
"Get out!" Qin Ze seemed to have lost what little patience he had left and shouted.
Song Zhilong felt a strange pressure that made him instinctively timid. But he stiffened his neck and did not move.
Xu Yao frowned and said in an unhappy tone, "You go first."
Song Zhilong: "…"
He felt so sad. He was like a soldier charging at the front who suddenly turned around and found that his general had surrendered to the enemy.
I'm your nephew. Am I not better than this guy?
"Uncle."
Qin Ze called out as he watched the father and son walk further and further away from him.
Xu Guang nodded.
Qin Ze ignored him. He turned to Xu Yao and asked, "Should I call you uncle, or should I call you something else?"
Xu Yao felt as if he was struck by lightning.
Xu Guang sat on the ground.
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