I was hesitating whether to go over and say hello to her, when a black Magotan car slowly stopped in front of Jiang Jingya.

A young man in his early twenties got out of the car, the guy was dressed in an abnormal spirit, with a punk head with oblique bangs, a snow-white and translucent tight shirt tied in his pants, and a Hermes belt head shining.

After getting out of the car, the guy took Jiang Jingya's handbag with an affectionate expression, opened the car door for her diligently, and drove away with a smile and a smile.

I twitched my messy head twice, and an indescribable sour welled up in my heart.

There is a saying that dragons give birth to dragons and phoenixes, and the sons of rats burrow in the ground.

Looking at people, and then at myself, I can't help but want to laugh.

Don't blame Jiang Jingya for not caring for me, the first impression was not good, plus our image is here, the four words poor and despondent are the truest portrayal of me now.

I have lived for more than ten years, and I have never done anything serious, but I imitated my father for eight or nine.

In the words that my dad often scolded me, life is a mountain cannon, and death is fertilizer.

I stopped a taxi with a heavy handbag, planning to go straight to the mahjong parlor, and after thinking about it for a long time in the taxi, I decided that it would be more appropriate to pay Yang Chen's money back first.

After a few minutes, we came to the barbecue square.

Yang Chen's stall had a good business, and several tables were already overcrowded, and he was sweating profusely flipping the kebabs in front of the barbecue grill.

When he saw me, he smiled and said hello, and I didn't say much politely, stuffed the bag containing the money under the barbecue grill, and opened it for him.

After working for more than half an hour, the situation was almost stable, Yang Chen handed me a bottle of mineral water and asked, haven't you eaten it yet? I'll bake you a few steamed bun slices and pad your belly first.

I smiled and nodded, and said casually: Chenzi, don't hire two people, the peak season hasn't come yet, and you can't be busy by yourself.

"You can't spend money on hiring people, it's not better to have that spare money to enroll my sister in an English specialty class. Yang Chen sprinkled cumin on the steamed bun slices and said with a smile: "What's wrong with the old man?"

I took out my handbag from under the barbecue grill, counted fifteen thousand quietly, and casually promised: "The scourge will last for a thousand years, and he will have nothing to do if I die." ”

When he baked the steamed bread slices for me, I also handed him the money and said with a smile: I won't give you interest.

Looking at the stacks of banknotes in his eye bag, Yang Chen's eyes instantly widened, and he grabbed my wrist, and his expression never said seriously: "Wang Lang, my debt is not urgent, but don't do stupid things, you tell me the truth, where did you get so old money?"

Before I came, I had already thought of the rhetoric, and replied neatly, Lao Wang has been secretly buying insurance for himself, and the money is paid by the insurance company.

Yang Chen stared into my eyes and asked, "Really?"

I forced the money into his hand, and said with a hippie smile: ", lie to you, how can I live a long life, hurry up and pick up the money, don't make people laugh, I have to go to the insurance company to sign a few more names for Lao Wang, and the time has already called the emperor to come over and collect a stall for you." ”

Yang Chen stood in place and was silent for a few seconds, then counted out 5,000 yuan and picked it up, stuffed the remaining 10,000 yuan into his handbag, and whispered: "Lang Lang, let's play from childhood to adulthood, you know my character, I recognize the money is true, but it is also true to treat you and the emperor as buddies, I will accept the 5,000 yuan, pay tuition for my younger brothers and sisters, and you take the rest first, and find a way to return the lame Hou." ”

The muscles on my face twitched twice, and I just wanted to speak, but someone at the stall just shouted "checkout", Yang Chen patted me on the shoulder and trotted to say hello, looking at his busy figure, I had mixed feelings in my heart, and then turned to leave.

Yang Chen has always been known for picking on the door, whether it is a friend at school or a buddy he knows in society, it is no problem to eat and drink something here, but whoever wants to borrow money from him is no less difficult than installing a protective fence on the Pacific Ocean, this time he can take the initiative to help me is beyond my expectations, and what he said just now surprised me even more.

I thought about it casually and walked to the mahjong parlor called Good Luck Lai that my dad frequented.

The roller shutter door of the mahjong parlor is half drawn, and the inside is full of smoke and bright lights, and the sound of shuffling and cursing and shouting is loud.

As soon as I thought that I would have to face to face with Hou Cripple later, my body trembled uncontrollably.

No way, the shadow of the famous tree, the reputation of the cripple from our area is too loud, I didn't dare to go in directly, but turned around and squatted on the road to light a cigarette, thinking about calming down.

A cigarette was only halfway smoking, and the two of them suddenly walked out of the western restaurant across the road, it was Jiang Jingya and the "Korean Oba" who just picked her up, Jiang Jingya held his arm, the two had a close relationship, she suddenly looked up and saw me squatting on the road.

The cigarette in my mouth fell to the ground with a "click", and she glanced at me, then looked at the mahjong parlor with the sign behind me, her eyes flashed with disdain, and then she got into the Magotan car of the Korean Oba.

I smiled bitterly and picked up the half of the cigarette that was sticking to the dust, and said to myself, I am afraid that her impression of me is even worse now, and then I think that we have nothing to do with each other, why should I care about her feelings? Could it be that I still have something wrong with others.

I took two puffs of my cigarette holder, patted my butt and stood up, and walked straight into the mahjong parlor.

Maybe because I was young, a bald young man who was waiting for the bureau (watching the scene) blocked my way and asked me who I was looking for.

I politely said, I'm looking for Hou Ye.

He impatiently scolded, holding a cigarette: "Master Hou is not here, tell me something." ”

I shook my head, still humbly and said, "I'm here to pay back the money for my dad, my dad's name is Wang Haiyang." ”

"Wang Haiyang?" the young man repeated in confusion, as if he had never heard my father's name at all.

A fat girl in her fifties on the mahjong table next to her raised her head and shouted: "Isn't Wang Haiyang the broken shoe head who repairs shoes with keys at the entrance of the street, and he will lose every gamble, I heard that I lost more than 100,000 yuan in your place last night." ”

Only then did the young man react, dragging a long voice, "Oh.." With a snort, he looked at me with slanted eyes: "Are you his son with a broken shoe?"

I frowned, smiled dryly, and nodded.

"Say you're not happy about it. He pulled my head with his hand, smiled and felt out the walkie-talkie behind his waist and shouted: "Master Hou, his son has come to repay the money with broken shoes." ”

There was a rustling sound on the intercom, and after a few seconds, a hoarse male voice said, "Take him in."

The young man waved his hand at me and led me to the secret door opposite.

After the secret door, it is a corridor more than three meters wide, the corridor can be about ten meters long, there are four or five doors on both sides of the wall, when passing by those doors, you can vaguely hear the sound of mahjong inside, and it is estimated that it should belong to the private room in the mahjong hall.

Bringing me to the last door, the young man pushed it open and let me in, and then he slammed the door shut and left.

There is an automatic mahjong machine in the room, four middle-aged people are making up a table to play cards, and there are three or four young men sitting on the sofa next to them, to my surprise, Li Junfeng, who slapped me at the door of the Internet café that day, was also there, but he didn't seem to recognize me, just glanced at me, and continued to bow his head and play with his mobile phone.

Hou lame sat in the position of rushing to the door, he estimated that he was in his forties, not tall but unusually burly, short and flat head, with a horizontal face, a soybean-sized mole in the middle of his forehead, wearing a pure black half-sleeve, and a navy blue python tattoo on his left arm.

Seeing me enter the door, Hou Cripple held a cigarette in his mouth, looked up at me while playing mahjong and asked, "Why didn't your father come over?"

I cursed in my heart and asked knowingly, but I didn't dare to show any dissatisfaction on my face, so I shrunk my neck and whispered, "He's hospitalized." ”

Hou Lame smiled, threw out a card casually, looked up at me and asked, "Is the money ready?"

I coughed nervously twice and said, "Master Hou, we can borrow 44,000 if we make up our lives, and we can't get any more points, so you can have pity on us." ”

As I spoke, I put my handbag at my feet and bowed ninety degrees to him.

"Forty-four thousand?" Hou Cripple stood up directly, pointed to the handbag at my feet and sneered: "How did you get this money, how will you get it back later, you don't have to pay back the money, let your father send me your family's land certificate and the matter will be cleared.."