Dazhu glanced at Song Bin and scolded on the phone: "Let Lao Tzu work for you?"

With that, he hung up the phone.

Song Bin and Shu Lin both looked at him in surprise and asked, "Who called?"

"Zhou Ji!"

Song Bin asked suspiciously, "He wants to dig you?"

Dazhu nodded, and then said: "What about daydreaming on this dog's day, Lao Tzu is starving to death, dying on the side of the road, being run over by a mud truck and not working with him." ”

Song Bin said half-jokingly: "Actually, it's not bad for you to work for him, if you really can't make money, I'm afraid that starving your sister-in-law to death will not kill me." ”

"Look at what you said, isn't it just that we can't find a house, aren't we at a dead end now? At least contact all the heads of the Green Island Homestead again, in case there is a house. ”

"Okay!"

The plan is tentatively set.

Until eight o'clock in the evening, they were on the phone to contact the head of the Green Island Homestead.

But with little success.

After a hasty meal in the evening, Song Bin and Shulin went back to their respective homes.

Dazhu said that he had to go home at night to see, his father had been discharged from the hospital, and there were many things in the store during this time, and he had been busy and didn't have time to go home to see.

Song Bin also knew about his father's situation, and he was afraid that time was running out to leave the hospital.

Now is the time to spend more time with his dad.

At night......

Qiaotou Village in the West District of Haicheng.

Unlike the city, the hustle and bustle of the whole day never stops, as if it is like a group of gears, tirelessly turning.

There are also no neon signs, whistling traffic.

Under the moonlight, the whole village was silent, as if only the sound of breathing could be heard.

Dogs barked, and small animals heard the sound of the rope, from the village to the end of the darkness.

The last firefly in late autumn is attracted by the light from a small three-story building, and through the weeds and shrubs, it stays outside the glass.

In the room, an old man was lying.

The old man's body was thin and thin, and only the fact that his chest was still heaving and heaving proved that he was still alive.

Even when he fell asleep, the old man's face still had a frown on his face that was frowning from the pain.

Dazhu slept on another bed next to him, the bedside lamp reflecting his tired face.

The fireflies outside the window are lying on the glass, and they are very yearning for the light source in the room.

But it's already a firefly in late autumn......

Dazhu opened his eyes and stared at the dim ceiling in a daze.

Dad's breathing, passing through his left ear and out of his right ear, repeated over and over again, like an old-fashioned bellows with a leaky air.

He turned his head to look at his father who was lying on the bed, and then turned his back to sleep.

After his eyes closed for a moment, he picked up his phone on the bedside table.

With hesitation in his eyes, he finally picked up his phone.

There was an unread text message on his phone, and he clicked on it.

It was sent by Zhou Ji.

He got out of bed, turned his head to look at his father, and left the room softly on his feet.

The late autumn evenings were already cool, and the cold wind beat against his shirt.

Dazhu rubbed his hands together and opened the text message.

He hesitated for a few minutes, but finally dialed Zhou Ji's phone.

A few seconds later, the phone was connected.

Dazhu asked, "When can I go to you?"

Zhou Ji replied that he could come tomorrow.

"It's the same as we said before, right? You'd better not lie to me. ”

Zhou Ji laughed and said, "What are you lying to do? How much good can I do to you by lying to you? Am I like a person who lacks that little money?"

"Okay, then my dad ......"

"Rest assured, what we do business about is integrity, integrity-based. ”

Hanging up the phone, Dazhu shuddered, turned around and went into the house.

When the door was closed, the firefly also got in, and then flew to the bedside lamp, lying on the lampshade and enjoying the warmth brought by the light source.

Back in bed, Dazhu casually turned off the light and fell asleep.

……

Early the next morning, Song Bin and Shu Lin arrived at the store, but Dazhu didn't come.

Song Bin thought that Dazhu was at home with his father, but Dazhu still didn't come until noon.

Song Bin made a phone call, but Dazhu hung up directly and didn't answer his call at all.

Shu Lin's face was a little wrong: "Is there something wrong with Dazhu?"

Song Bin shook his head: "I don't know, the phone can't get through." ”

Then he called Sister Ling again, but Sister Ling said that Dazhu went to work early in the morning.

Song Bin cared a few more words and asked how the old man was doing.

Sister Ling said what else, for the time being, just drag it like this, and wait at home to die......

It is indeed a sad thing, because the poor have this disease, and there is no other way but to die.

Shu Lin heard the conversation between the two and had a bad premonition: "What the hell is wrong with Dazhu?"

Song Bin just shook his head and said, "It should be fine, don't worry about him." Oh yes! Last night I confirmed that there is a householder in Green Island Homes who is interested in selling the house, and the unit type and number of floors are just right for the two guests who came yesterday. ”

For the time being, there was no business in the store, and the two of them could not sit still, handing out flyers all afternoon.

From the south of Haicheng to the north of Haicheng, they ensured that the range of their leaflets covered the entire Haicheng.

By five or six o'clock in the afternoon, the two were tired and thirsty.

Shu Lin only wore a thin coat, and after strolling all afternoon, she sniffed in the autumn wind.

Song Bin shook his head helplessly and said, "I know that the weather is getting colder, and I don't know how to wear more." If not, let's get here today. ”

Shu Lin shook her head stubbornly: "It's okay, it's just a few leaflets, and they will be distributed soon." ”

He quipped, "If you fall ill, I'll be left alone, and I won't take care of people." ”

Shu Lin just giggled.

The Yangtze River was windy, and the temperature was several degrees lower.

Shu Lin's cold teeth chattered, but she still handed out flyers, smiling as much as possible to introduce their real estate company.

She didn't have to follow Song Bin to endure these hardships, looking at her, Song Bin had mixed feelings in her heart.

It's better to compensate her when you make money later......

But for Shu Lin, does she need Song Bin to make money after making money? Does she need to help Song Bin make money?

Or does she really need to make amends?

All she needs is to stay by Song Bin's side, even if she suffers together, blows a cool breeze together, and stays up late to work together, she is happy.

Looking at the other side of the Yangtze River, several cargo ships are slowly moving on the river.

A smell of the earthy water of the river came to my face, and the river was calm, except for the small ripples that the wind blew through.

The sunset is just right, the river is just right, the time is just right, and the autumn breeze is just right.

Song Bin also took off his coat and draped it on her.

The temperature of his coat, which he warmed with his body temperature, was just right.

But she's not good......

She just replaced the woman who was supposed to stay by Song Bin's side at this time.

She could only pretend to be temporarily immersed in the tenderness of her fantasies.

She looked at the river in a daze, and she didn't know how long it was, but she suddenly found that Song Bin beside her seemed to have not spoken for a long time.

Turning her head to look, she found Song Bin looking towards the end of the street, her brows slightly locked.

She followed Song Bin's gaze and saw the big pillar on the side of the road standing with Zhou Ji.