Thunderclouds overhead, night breezes blowing.

Meng Ke looked at the back of his father and mother who were gone, and the whole person was Buddha: "Comrade Yang Cuihua, you are really conscious, Lao Tzu runs fast, Lao Tzu is in good health, Lao Tzu is familiar with the route, but is this the reason why you play your son, who stipulates that you don't need to ride a bicycle if you are in good health?"

I didn't feel the warmth of family affection at all, full of resentment, Meng Ke even wanted to scold: "What kind of poop thing, scoundrel dung balls and rotten dogs, let's go pee." ”

Bite.

Another message came from the phone.

The remark is Meng Dalei: "Son, don't be angry with your mother, it's not worth it, listen to your father's persuasion, this is angry, it's like you're drinking rat poison, whoever drinks it hurts, the more you drink, the more it hurts, you don't expect your mother to suffer with you, unless the sun hits the west and comes out." ”

“......？”

“......！”

Drink your sister, who did Lao Tzu provoke, it's really heartburning, I knew it would have been turned off.

The reason why the evil fate can form a copper lock is by no means something that can be explained in one or two sentences, anyway, Meng Ke knew from the first sight of the two wonderful parents of the original host that he was destined to say goodbye to a peaceful life.

Peacefulness?

Never again.

Gone......

11:20。

Meng Ke returned to the snail community.

The thunderclouds rumbled for a long time, but not a drop of rain fell.

After the crossing, I have never had a chance to walk around this neighborhood, it doesn't matter if I wander around, the street is quite lively, there are several cars parked at the entrance of the community alone, the car is turned off, but there are obviously people in the driver's seat, and they don't get out of the car, just smoke one cigarette after another.

It's not easy for middle-aged people.

Meng Ke looked at it, and his nose was sour.

Sour, Meng Ke found that across the road, there was a brand new tricycle selling roasted sweet potatoes with a tattered parasol.

Buy it?

Reliable!

On the one hand, I am really hungry, and on the other hand, there should be two ancestors in the family.

You have to wait, you can't serve it, you can't get over the moral level, and you'll be poked in the back.

Meng Ke walked directly to the tricycle: "Uncle, why do you sell this baked sweet potato?"

"Four dollars a piece. The uncle who sells roasted sweet potatoes replied sullenly, it seems that the business should not be good.

"Uncle, I live near here, and I often come out to buy it, old customers, give it cheaper. Meng Ke habitually bargained casually.

"Hehe......" The uncle raised his head, glanced at Meng Ke, and suddenly said, "I came out to set up a stall for the first time today." ”

"Haha...... Well, then I may be mistaken, after all, it's too dark, and it's easy to see things clearly because of 720 degrees of myopia, so uncle, you just thought I didn't say anything just now. Meng Ke scratched his head and snorted, very embarrassed.

11:30。

Meng Keti slipped three pieces of roasted sweet potatoes and returned home dejectedly.

And then.

He became the family's late-night chef, working in the kitchen, with a series of question marks on his head.

"Are these two pigs?

After a short period of contact, Meng Ke has already labeled the two cheap fathers and mothers of the original host: "These two have no intention of repaying their kindness at all, there is no distinction between good and evil, they will make a lot of noise when they are not in a good mood, and they may drop things." ”

Meng Ke glanced at the mouse that was shattered into slag under his computer desk, his heart was dripping blood, and the online writer had no mouse, it was like a waste of a hand, and it was over!

There was another quarrel in the living room, and then it seemed as if the glass of water had broken.

Nimei's.

Was he a murderous bandit in his last life?

But if people do it again, they can only cook honestly, and they can't say no.

A large pot of handmade noodles was ordered.

Lo mein.

Remove from the pan.

Meng Ke sat aside: "Two, you haven't eaten for a few days?"

"How can you speak, you won't call Daddy!" Meng Dalei pretended to be angry and glared at Meng Ke.

"It's too light, go grab a handful of salt again, look at the food you cooked, there is no meat at all, it's all vegetable leaves, how can you eat it, hey!" Yang Cuihua frowned, chewed a mouthful of noodles, and muttered, saying that Meng Ke wanted to scold her mother.

"It's too late today, the supermarkets are closed, you can't buy meat, and now people in the city are advocating green living, mainly light. Meng Ke explained.

"Then remember to fry more meat tomorrow. Yang Cuihua advised.

"Eat quickly, rest early after eating, and I'll fix the computer." Meng Ke made an excuse and planned to go back to the house to calm down.

"How much does the computer cost?" Meng Dalei asked casually.

What's wrong?

Intend to compensate?

Meng Ke didn't lie to anyone: "It's more than five thousand, it's okay, I'll fix it myself, you don't have to be polite." ”

"It's so expensive! Loser child, buy such an expensive thing in the future and tell your family, so much money, what are you doing badly!" Yang Cuihua choked Meng Ke with a sentence that almost spurted blood.

Cheng Chengcheng, you're right, you have a good meal.

Meng Ke closed his mouth and turned around to leave the land of right and wrong.

"Don't go, where will I sleep with your dad tonight?" Yang Cuihua glared at Meng Ke.

"In a two-room room, I sleep in the one on the left, and you two sleep in the one on the right. Meng Ke pointed.

"No, I don't sleep with your father, he snores too loudly and affects my sleep. Yang Cuihua directly denied Meng Ke's arrangement, "It's better for you to sleep on the sofa, you are young, your body is good, and sleeping on the sofa is not in the way." ”

“......？”

"That's it. ”

Oops, hey.

You speak so easily, this nun girl, don't you look at what the sofa in the living room looks like! Can you stretch your legs? Admire and admire! Your son really doesn't come home It makes sense, he has seen a lot!

After eating and drinking enough, and taking two hot baths, Meng Dalei and Yang Cuihua finally planned to sleep, and it was already 12:30 at this time.

Meng Ke drooped his head, helpless, and had nothing to love.

I just hope that the bad days will pass quickly.

Bang.

Bang.

With two doors closing, Meng Ke finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Sleep, sleep, hopefully it's a nightmare, Amen.

Squeak!

The door that had just closed opened again a minute later, and Yang Cuihua showed a head from the house: "Thief, how much is a square meter of house in your community?"

"One square? about nine thousand five or six. Meng Ke replied angrily.

"How many square meters does this room add up? I think the bedroom is not small, is there a hundred square meters?" Yang Cuihua asked again.

"Less than a hundred, almost ninety-eight square meters, and if you throw away the public pool, it will be seventy or eighty square meters. Meng Ke was a little confused, "Why are you asking this?"

"Is it considered a public share when you sell a house?" Yang Cuihua continued the topic.

"Of course. ”

"That means this house is worth more than 900,000 yuan?"

"Yes. ”

"If you add more, that's enough. ”

"What?"

"You sell the house, I owe some money to your father outside, almost one million, the father's debt is repaid, and it is a matter of course, this matter is settled......"