Zhou An's snails were sold very quickly that night, before nine o'clock, a bucket of snails was all sold, and when he was packing up his things and preparing to go home, Zhou Jian said to Zhou An while helping: "Big brother, I will go back to my hometown tomorrow, can you help me clean up the house then?"

"Okay!"

……

Zhou Jian's mother and stepfather live in the west of Yinma County, and there are various red-lit entertainment venues on both sides of the street.

Before he knocked on the door, he heard the stepfather in the house scolding: "What about Zhou Jian? I went out before it got dark, and I haven't come back to help take care of the children until now, Li Yuezhi! This is your good son! Eat Lao Tzu, use Lao Tzu, the children don't help bring it, Lao Tzu owes him in his last life?

Inside the house, the angry voice of her mother Li Yuezhi came out: "Okay, okay! Are you tired of scolding you like this every day? I'll scold him when he comes back in a while, right? That kid too! Don't worry about it at all! He can't find anyone now, otherwise do you think I'm willing to raise him?"

Zhou Jian stood outside the door, pursed his lips, his eyebrows lowered, and his expression was gloomy with a little annoyance.

The scolding in the room continued, Zhou Jian took a deep breath and knocked on the door.

"Who?"

The scolding in the house stopped for a while, and the footsteps came to the back of the door, and it was Li Yuezhi who opened the door, Zhou Jian's biological mother, a thirty-five or sixteen-year-old young woman, who was quite beautiful.

As soon as she saw Zhou Jian, Li Yuezhi raised her eyebrows, raised her hand and slapped Zhou Jian on the shoulder, scolding: "Zhou Jian! Where did you die? You haven't come back until now? There are a lot of things waiting for you at home! Go to the kitchen and wash the dishes!"

"By the way, I also washed today's dirty clothes!" added Zhu Wei in the living room.

Zhu Weibing is Zhou Jian's stepfather, a middle-aged man with a round head and a round belly.

In terms of appearance, Zhu Weibing is too much worse than Zhou Jian's biological father Zhou Taiming.

But his mother Li Yuezhi chose to take the initiative to leave Zhou Taiming and marry this person, the reason is not complicated, in Zhou Jian's opinion, the main reason is that his father is not angry and cannot earn money to support the family, and although Zhu Weibing is not very good-looking, he has a stable job and a considerable income.

"Oh!"

Zhou Jian didn't look up at them, and in response, he walked into the kitchen with his head down.

Zhou An thought that he didn't know how to do laundry and cook yet, but in fact, Zhou Jian lived in such a home and had long taken on the housework of cooking, laundry and mopping the floor.

By the time everything was done, it was almost eleven o'clock in the evening, the lights in the living room and dining room had gone out, and there was still light in the door of the mother and stepfather's room, indicating that they had not slept yet.

In the room, the sound of the TV talking to them came out, and the laughter of the half-sister and brother playing with each other came to the ears.

Zhou Jian came out of the bathroom, looked twice, walked to the balcony with an expressionless face, and dragged out a folding wire bed from the wall, this is where he slept at night, on the balcony.

This house is not big, with two bedrooms, one living room, one kitchen and one bathroom.

The dining room and living room are one.

Mother and stepfather, as well as sister and younger brother, live in the master bedroom, and in the second bedroom lives the stepfather's father, an old man with a withdrawn personality.

As a result, Zhou Jian could only shelter on the balcony.

How can you be happy under the fence?

The wet clothes that had just been drying above the balcony were dripping water, Zhou Jian ignored them, turned on the lamp on the small table in the corner of the balcony, and found a notebook and a ballpoint pen, and wrote something in the light of the lamp.

During this period, Li Yuezhi came out of the room in her pajamas, went to the kitchen refrigerator to take half a watermelon, cut it into several petals and passed by the living room.

didn't mean to give Zhou Jian a watermelon, but scolded him angrily: "Go to bed early if you're fine! Get up early tomorrow morning to make breakfast! In the middle of the night, what do you pretend to love to study? Are you that material!"

Zhou Jian paused the tip of his pen and didn't look back, but just responded in a low voice.

"Bang"

From the master bedroom, there was the sound of a mother slamming on the door.

The laughter in the master bedroom and the sound of the TV kept coming into Zhou Jian's ears, and their family was very happy, but it had nothing to do with him!

Zhou Jian, who was already writing a page in his notebook, frowned, suddenly tore off the paper, and threw it into a ball from the balcony into the bushes downstairs.

Then he picked up the pen and wrote a sentence in the notebook, and then put the pen away and did not write again.

……

At 7 o'clock in the morning the next day, Zhu Weibing came out of the master bedroom while wearing a belt, and as soon as he came out, his eyes swept to the kitchen, but his footsteps were in the direction of the bathroom.

Finding that there was no movement coming from the kitchen, Zhu Weibing stopped, sniffed his nose, and did not smell any aroma of breakfast, his brows immediately condensed, and his irritable eyes looked at the balcony.

To his surprise, the folding cot on the balcony was empty, although it had not yet been confiscated.

"What about people? Zhou Jian! Zhou Jian, where did your turtle son die?"

While scolding, Zhu Weibing went to the kitchen and bathroom to look for it, and looked around, but he didn't find anyone, and he didn't hear Zhou Jian's response.

"Damn! Where did you die early in the morning? Li Yuezhi! Li Yuezhi, you will die for me! What about your good son? What time is it now? What is the cold pot and cold stove, what does Lao Tzu eat in the morning? Can't go to work yet?"

In the scolding of Zhu Weibing, Li Yuezhi came out of the bedroom with sleepy eyes rubbing her eyes.

"The surname is Zhu! Are you insane? What kind of nerves did you have early in the morning? Woke up your son, and you coaxed yourself?"

Zhu Weibing: "Don't be verbose! Li Yuezhi! What about your good son? I don't see anyone early in the morning, what does Lao Tzu eat in the morning?"

"Isn't he home?"

Li Yuezhi looked at the balcony suspiciously, but didn't see anyone, walked a few steps to the kitchen door and looked in, but still didn't see anyone, frowned together, and shouted: "Zhou Jian! Zhou Jian?"

No one responded.

Zhu Weibing sneered on the side, "You gave birth to a good son!"

Li Yuezhi glanced at him, ignored it, frowned and walked to the folding bed on the balcony, she originally planned to touch the mat on the bed to see if there was any body temperature on the mat, so as to judge when Zhou Jian would get up.

When I approached the folding bed, I saw a notebook paper on the bed, and something seemed to be written on it.

With doubts, Li Yuezhi picked up the piece of paper, and after reading the words on the paper at a glance, her face changed slightly.

"What's wrong?"

When Zhu Weibing saw that Li Yuezhi's face was different, he also came over and took the paper from Li Yuezhi's hand.

"Mom! I'm redundant in this family, you probably regretted giving birth to me a long time ago, right? In this case, I'm leaving! I wish you a happy family—— Zhou Jian"

"Heh, it's really fake? Li Yuezhi! You see, this is your son who left by himself, not me!"

Zhu Weibing was happy after reading it, and he smiled and cleared up his relationship.

Li Yuezhi glanced at him and said angrily: "Don't you think you're happy too early now? He can go out for a few days with a child? After a few days, he won't have to roll back in a few days! Okay, okay, I'll go to sleep for a while, you can go out and buy something to eat by yourself! Hurry up and get out! Don't bother me!"

After speaking, Li Yuezhi snatched the piece of paper, rolled it into a ball, threw it into the trash can in the living room, and walked back to the master bedroom with a yawn.