A middle-aged man with a cigarette in his mouth and a passing bygiver heard it, and hurriedly echoed: "That's it." What the fuck is this, and you still use this trick to beg, can a young man sell his body to bury his father have any effect for a clever chick to beg with this trick It's almost the same, playing the sad card, Lao Tzu will also invest a few dollars. ”

"These swindlers do everything that lacks virtue for money, and they don't even let go of the corpse of the old man. A lady sighed.

"I wonder if it's a corpse covered with a white cloth, and I guess after we finished investing the money, people jumped up and patted their buttocks, and went home to sleep in a Mercedes-Benz BMW or something. ”

"Alas, these crooks can come up with all kinds of whimsical ideas in order to cheat money. ”

Hearing the discussion of passers-by, Ye Fei glanced before leaving. On the side of the road, a water chestnut with distinct angles, with the unique simplicity and honesty of rural people, a young man wearing thin clothes knelt on the ground and lowered his head, and wrote in front of him that the old father died violently in Changzhu City, because he had no money to bury his father, he could not bear the cold of the old father's bones exposed on the street, and I implored all the fathers and villagers to do well, help bury the father, and I Xu Dong is willing to do cows and horses.

The handwriting is sloppy and rough.

Ye Fei was slightly surprised, although the handwriting on the ground was not very good-looking, it seemed to be able to penetrate the surface, and the strength was strong and clear at a glance.

Ye Fei's gaze fell on the young man's hands supporting the ground.

The bones of his hands are slightly raised, and they seem to be larger than the skeleton of ordinary people's palms. Ye Fei took a closer look at the young man's tiger's mouth, which was rough and densely covered with calluses.

Ye Fei was already able to conclude that this young man was either an honest migrant worker or a practitioner with a bit of kung fu. Either way, it will never be a scammer who does everything to cheat money, as passers-by say.

Ye Fei looked at the person covered with a white cloth again. Although he couldn't see the real face and figure of the person under the white cloth, how could Ye Fei, who had experienced life and death killing, not see that there was definitely not a living person under the white cloth, but a corpse.

Ye Fei pushed through the crowd, squeezed in, stood in front of the young man, and said, "The man has ten thousand taels of gold under his knees." Do you think that if you kneel here, others will pay to bury your father for you?"

The young man raised his head, and his gaze had a look of firmness that was different from ordinary people. "They won't. Because they think you're a scammer, a scammer who will do anything to scam money. ”

The young man's eyes dimmed, and he murmured softly, "I'm not a liar. The sound of these words is too subtle, as long as Ye Fei is so close, people with perverted ears can hear it clearly.

"I'm sure you're not a liar, because there's indeed a corpse under the white cloth. But they won't believe that no one will give you a penny even if you kneel here for a day and a night. ”

The young man was shocked, his hands holding the ground were clenched tightly, his muscles were bursting up, and his gloomy eyes hid sadness, entanglement, and more of a helplessness.

Helplessness about life.

He originally planned to take his old father, who was far away in the mountain village, to Changzhu City to enjoy a few days of Qingfu, but a few months later, his father's old illness was committed, and the treatment was ineffective, and he died.

In order to treat his father's illness, Xu Dong spent all the meager savings he had saved while working at the construction site. Unfortunately, two months ago, the contractor ran away, and he was not paid three months in arrears, so he had no choice but to work odd jobs to maintain his father's medical bills. After his father died of illness, he couldn't even afford to pay for cremation. He lived in a small and old one-room room, and the landlord felt that the dead man would bring bad luck and kicked him out.

In desperation, Xu Dong had no choice but to sleep on the street and sell himself to bury his father.

Ye Fei sighed in his heart, he could see that this young man had his own arrogance, if he hadn't fallen to this step, he would definitely not kneel down and sell himself to bury his father.

Ye Fei took out a stack of money from his wallet and put it in front of Xu Dong, and said softly: "People must not be arrogant, men should be upright and unclear."

However, if something happened to Wang Yan'er because of this, what would Ye Fei do even if he killed all those dozens of thugs

Amu was deposed, and Ahai was abandoned by his fiancée and left Guangdong. All of this made Ye Fei understand again that where there are people, there will be a conflict of interest, and if there is a conflict of interest, the phenomenon of bullying the weak will occur.

If you don't want to be bullied, then you can only make yourself stronger. Powerful enough to be able to control the life and death of others anytime and anywhere.

This is what Ye Fei once said when he joined the mercenary organization that shocked the world six years ago.

Ye Fei sighed lightly, he already understood what he had to do.

Taking out his mobile phone, Ye Fei saw dozens of text messages and dozens of phone calls, as well as hundreds of WeChat and QQ messages. The messages were all sent by one person, Qing'er.

Looking at the text messages and hundreds of WeChat and QQ messages that were almost all the same, Ye Fei's heart warmed. I didn't want to be disturbed by others last night, so I set it on mute.

Ye Fei quickly dialed the phone: "Hey, Qing'er." ”

Fang Qing'er yawned in a daze, obviously she hadn't slept well all night last night, and her spirit was a little tired: "Ye Fei, why don't you talk to me if you don't go home last night." ”

The corners of Ye Fei's mouth flew up, and he crossed the signature evil smile: "Qing'er, brother was not at home last night, did you sleep unsteadily or did you feel lost in your heart and feel very insecure?"

Ye Fei didn't go home all night, and Fang Qing'er really didn't sleep well. She was worried all night, kept calling, texting, staring at Ye Fei's gray wolf avatar and constantly sending QQ and WeChat messages. Until she got tired and curled up on the couch and fell asleep.

Fang Qing'er said: "No, I'm just afraid that something will happen to you" Before she finished speaking, Fang Qing'er, who realized that this sentence was a little ambiguous, immediately blushed slightly. What's wrong with herself, how can she care so much about Ye Fei Thinking back to the days when Ye Fei was by her side during this time, Fang Qing'er felt that her life was very fulfilling and beautiful. Last night, Ye Fei hadn't returned home at twelve o'clock, and Fang Qing'er actually felt very frightened.

It was as if the sky was falling, and the six gods had no owner.

Ye Fei smiled evilly and said, "Wow, Qing'er, I really didn't expect you to care about me so much." I was really impressed. I can't repay it, or I'll make a promise. ”

A trace of blush crawled all over Fang Qing'er's neck, spreading upward, and her pretty face was flushed: "I want to be beautiful to you"

"Then if I don't suffer a loss, just marry me, and I will use my life to repay your affectionate and earnest concern. ”

For Ye Fei, who has a huge skin and is tired of talking about death, Fang Qing'er will always be at a loss. However, fortunately, Fang Qing'er basically figured out Ye Fei's little bit of detail: "Tonight, I decided to make only one dish: bitter gourd scrambled eggs." ”

Ye Fei was like an eggplant in winter: "Hehe, Qing'er, I'm joking with you." That tonight is still your best authentic Sichuan back to the pot meat and stir-fried chicken tips, bitter gourd scrambled eggs, let's skip it, if you don't eat it, I won't eat what a waste. Thinking of Fang Qing'er making three plates of bitter gourd scrambled eggs last time, Ye Fei felt bitter water in his stomach.

Fang Qing'er was a little proud, she made a good dish, and Ye Fei's least favorite thing to eat was bitter gourd scrambled eggs.

Last time Ye Fei mopped the floor, he accidentally broke one of Fang Qing'er's favorite porcelain cups, Fang Qing'er was distressed and wanted to put the porcelain cup back together with both hands, but Ye Fei was still ashamed, isn't it just a porcelain cup: Qing'er, I'll buy you ten or eight tomorrow. Fang Qing'er, who has been soft-spoken and understanding, looked at her beloved porcelain cup, and her tears were about to fall. This girl is ruthless, and she fried three pots of bitter gourd scrambled eggs in a row at night, and Ye Fei ate it sadly.

Fang Qing'er was very sweet in her heart, with Ye Fei, she always felt that she was a lot more relaxed, and her mood was inexplicably happy: "I won't cook tonight." ”

Ye Fei suddenly made a bitter face, and pretended to have a "pitiful tone" and said, "Qing'er, you really can't bear to let me go out to eat fast food with gutter oil."

Fang Qing'er was anxious, and hurriedly said, "It's not that you want to eat fast food, but I want you to join me at tonight's class reunion." ”

"That's it" Ye Fei suddenly realized, and suddenly asked in a sly manner: "Qing'er, then in what capacity do I participate, my husband or boyfriend?"