"Zhou Chong, don't listen to your second uncle, you come to the house for dinner, second uncle...... The second uncle doesn't ask you for money. This sentence came out of Zhou Wenwu's mouth almost hesitantly, but this was probably the hardest thing he had ever said in his life.

"If you don't ask him for money, you can raise him! If you can earn me 2,000 yuan a month, you can support whomever you want, but you yourself have to take so many medicines, you can't do any work, who do you raise!" Wang Cuihua glared at him, and her tone was also angry and complaining.

Her family is poor, Zhou Wenwu is weak, she can't do any work, she can only raise a father at home, she is a woman who drags the family with her mouth, and it is not easy to feed this family.

Besides, Zhou Chong is not without money, the third child has earned a lot of money outside for so many years, let alone a hundred thousand, that is one hundred thousand! Wang Cuihua has never seen so much money in her life.

Their families may not be able to make up five figures, but Zhou Chongke has at least ten times his own!

The daughter-in-law's words made Zhou Wenwu stop talking, he pulled his jacket with his head down, took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket with a vague brand, squatted at the door and smoked it.

It's hard at home!

He wanted to support his nephew, but he had no money, and he couldn't even support himself.

"Second uncle, I originally planned to do the same, since you picked it up, it would be better, grandpa's pension money, I will pay, and my father's funeral money, I will not let you pay a penny, it should be mine, I will not lose a penny." "Zhou Chong is very calm, this is what he planned to do, and now there is nothing different, but it is also very good.

"As for me, I'm not going to go to your house for dinner. ”

"I'm coming back from the south, and the taste can't be eaten with you, so forget it. ”

He didn't have much face for Wang Cuihua, so he finally gave an explanation.

"Okay, that's good. Wang Cuihua didn't have any opinion, "Since everything has been said, then let's do it." ”

She looked at Zhou Chong, thought about it again and said: "Your second uncle has found someone in the past two days, and he will bury your father in two days, and we will not invite relatives and friends, and the relatives have also dispersed over the years, except for your aunt and the people of our own family, there is no one else, but even if there are few people, this flowing water banquet has to be placed, and you have to invite the people who help to have a meal, this is the rule of the town, but it doesn't cost much, but you have to let your father go decently." ”

Zhou Chong didn't know much about these rules or anything, when his father died, everything was handled by his grandfather's family, and at that time his mind was still confused, he didn't care about anything, but he also knew some trivial things.

There are rules for burial, but it's not casual.

"Good. Zhou Chong nodded and looked at Zhou Wenwu who was squatting at the door: "Second uncle, my father's matter is troublesome to you, just tell me what I need to do, and I will give you the money when the time comes." ”

Zhou Wenwu still squatted at the door and didn't speak, he smoked a cigarette with one hand, and wiped it on his face with the other, maybe crying, but in the end he still couldn't say a word.

On the contrary, Wang Cuihua agreed happily: "Don't worry, this matter will definitely be done for you." The third child is the Zhou family, the younger brother of Wenwu, your second uncle will not wronged him, and will let him go all the way. ”

Zhou Chong raised his eyelids, but he didn't look at all.

Brother?

From beginning to end, all they thought about was Zhou Wenbin's money, otherwise they could force Zhou Wenbin, a good man, to not even dare to go back home for more than ten years!

Don't you think it's ridiculous to say this?

Zhou Chongjue was really sarcastic.

The night was very quiet, and from time to time there were a few old cat meows around, like a child crying, but it was a little frightening.

Zhou Chong didn't fall asleep, the power went out at night, and he lit a candle on the table and was drawing.

On the snow-white sketch paper are the design drawings of the costumes.

Zhou Chong didn't think that if his father hadn't died, if he hadn't missed a major course, maybe he would have been able to be admitted to his favorite university, he would have been able to choose his favorite clothing design, and he would have been able to make his own clothes and have his own studio all the way.

Zhou Chong didn't think about repeating it, but his father wanted him to go back to Jinbei, but in fact, he didn't know the old man's calculations?

The old man didn't want him to learn design, thinking that it was bells and whistles, crooked ways, nothing good, it was better to be a teacher, or a doctor, after all, it was an iron rice bowl!

If the old man didn't say it lying on the hospital bed at that time, maybe Zhou Chong would have been reluctant to the end, but there was no if, even if Zhou Chong was cold-hearted, he couldn't go against the old man's last wishes, so he went back to Jinbei, and he also reported to the health school.

But dream of such a thing, you have to chase it, people always have to have a head start for what they like!

The candlelight was still on, the lights were not extinguished, and the figures never left.

The sky was bright.

Zhou Chong washed his face and looked at his watch, it was already half past seven in the morning, he always got up early, and he still had the habit of running in the morning when he was in Jiangshi.

It's just that now in this alley, I can't run away, so I simply packed up my things and went to breakfast.

He hadn't eaten last night, and was naturally hungry early in the morning.

At this point, the steamed bun shop at the mouth of the alley should be open.

Zhou Chong put on his own down jacket, sighed, and walked towards the mouth of the alley, the morning wind was still cold and biting, but fortunately he brought an extra hat today, and it was not so uncomfortable.

The steamed bun shop was opened by an old couple, looking at the age of sixty or seventy years old, the old lady was responsible for making steamed buns, the old man took the steamed buns and put them on the steamer, when the two of them were busy, no one cared about the stall, the big bag was five cents, and the soup dumplings were three yuan in a cage, and they took it and put it in the money box.

When Zhou Chong came, there were not many people in the stall, the buns had already been steamed, and the old man was sitting on the small bench on the side, guarding the stall, and collecting money from time to time for the guests who came to load the buns.

"A basket of soup dumplings, a cup of soy milk. Zhou Chong said.

"What kind of soy milk do you drink, you came to Jinbei, don't you want to taste the oil tea here?" The familiar smoke sound behind his ears, Zhou Chong turned around, and Xie Yunsheng was standing behind him.

The man didn't wear the military coat today, but he changed into a camel-colored trench coat, still a double-breasted, with a pair of black trousers underneath and a pair of black leather shoes on the soles of his feet.

It's really a car accident scene dressed up again!

Mess! bells and whistles!

Isn't this cold on a day of minus ten degrees?

Zhou Chong glanced at his frozen blue feet and neck, ignored him, turned his head and said to the old man: "A cage of steamed buns, a cup of soy milk." ”

Xie Yunsheng saw that this person didn't listen, so he forgot it.

"Grandpa Wang, bring me a bowl of oil tea and put more chili peppers. Xie Yunsheng said in a familiar manner.

There was a small table and a stool in the bun shop, and he walked straight over, found a place to sit down, and had to curl up when his long legs had nowhere to put it.

"Come, sit. Xie Yunsheng greeted Zhou Chong with a smile: "Aren't you cold outside the station? ”

Zhou Chong looked at his frozen blue feet and neck, only to feel that these words were inexplicably ridiculous coming out of this person's mouth.

Who's cold?

However, the inside of the house is indeed much warmer than the outside, and as soon as the steamed buns come out, the house is as if there is heating. Zhou Chong didn't refuse, and directly took a bold step to sit next to Xie Yunsheng.

"Hey, let me tell you, don't look at this shop, the taste is really good, Grandpa Wang's oil tea is famous in the whole of Jinbei, decades of time-honored brand, the old man has done this all his life, the taste is amazing!" Xie Yunsheng squinted his eyes and smiled, while giving a thumbs up.

"You really don't know how to eat, what kind of soy milk to drink, how good is oil tea. ”

Zhou Chong felt that this person was really a chatter, and the rambling was endless.

"You care about me?" Zhou Chong raised his eyelids and stabbed him: "I like soy milk." ”

He is a southerner, and it is difficult to change the food he has been accustomed to for so many years, and I have to say that the food culture of the north and the south is really different, and it will be difficult for him to accept it for a while.

"Yes, you're from the south, unlike us. Xie Yunsheng smiled, leaned sideways to Zhou Chong's side: "Which city did you come back from?"

The sudden approach made Zhou Chong a little stunned, and a faint smell of tobacco filled his fingertips, which didn't smell good, but it wasn't uncomfortable.

"Smoking early in the morning? Zhou Chong glanced sideways and glanced up at Xie Yunsheng slightly.

Xie Yunsheng was a little hairy by his glance, and he couldn't tell what Zhou Chong's attitude was, whether he was angry or not? This person was born with a cold look, and he couldn't see anything.

"Ahem!"

"The ......"

"Baozi, the oil tea is here!" the old man interrupted Xie Yunsheng's words with a shout, just in time to give Xie Yunsheng an opportunity to change the topic.

"Come on, come on, eat first, it won't taste good when it's cold for a while. Xie Yunsheng took the oil tea and put it on the table, and took a hard breath.

One word, incense!

"This is the soup dumplings in Jinbei, which are different from those in your south, but they taste delicious, they are all freshly made and freshly packed, and the soup is very fresh!" Xie Yunsheng unceremoniously picked up a bun, then pinched the skin of the bun, bit the skin, and drank the soup inside. "Grandpa Wang, another basket of steamed buns!"

"You eat, don't just drink soy milk, this thing is light, what's so delicious? Why don't you come to a bowl of oil tea and try it?" Xie Yunsheng tried his best to sell his oil tea.

Zhou Chong still ignored him, he held a bowl of soy milk, took a straw and sucked it one by one, there were two buns on the table, Zhou Chong picked up a picky skin, drank a sip of soup, and his originally slightly frowning brows couldn't help but stretch out.

The taste is really good, not worse than the crab roe buns in Jiangshi, it is really delicious.