In fact, when he noticed the blood stains on the man's neck, Malone guessed that this man would definitely make a moth when he checked out, and he thought that this guy would play a scoundrel with a little fly hair into the skewer, but he didn't expect this man to be quite sincere, and directly said that he would pay back two yuan.

Ma Long told Zhang Xiaodong not to worry about it, he went to work first, then walked to the man and squatted down, and asked with a smile: "What's wrong buddy?

"It's okay, I just ran away from the pyramid marketing organization, and I have no money on me. The man replied very simply: "You me, I promise not to say a word." ”

"When everyone is in trouble, what am I doing with you? Isn't it just a few dozen yuan? Even if I invite you to this meal, if you meet in the future, just return the money to me, you can go!"

After speaking, Malone patted the man's shoulder, threw half a box of cigarettes and a lighter in his pocket, along with a crumpled fifty yuan bill, at the man's feet.

"No, what do you mean?" the man asked Malone in a bit of a daze.

"It's not interesting, let's make friends, six years ago, I was like you, I didn't have money to eat, and someone helped me, hehe......" Throwing down such a sentence, Malone turned his head and went busy.

"Thanks!" the man no longer hesitated, grabbed his cigarette, lighter, banknotes, stood up, and turned to leave.

Marlon stood next to the oven, a cigarette in his mouth but not lit, and he squinted as he watched the man leave with vigorous steps, grinning.

He seems to see himself six years ago, and he is also so lost and helpless......

"Hey, big brother, I said that you don't have a snake spirit disease! You don't need money to pay back to others for eating, and you open a welfare home?" Zhang Xiaodong had just finished serving beer to the guests, and then ran over to complain about Ma Long.

"What do you know? I call it helping others, you know?" Marlon smiled easily, then bent down and touched a bottle of beer from the door and bit it open.

"Then you can help me too, let me have fun, okay? You see that I have been busy with you for most of the night, and you can give me money too!"

"Dude, hurry up and get the calf, you can eat me bankrupt sooner or later!

"Got it!" Zhang Xiaodong comically shouted a non-standard "Trump," reached out and touched a few skewers of barbecue from the oven, took two bottles of beer and put them in his arms, and shouted at Malone as he ran: "These are even mortgages for my salary today, go away, and force the youth!"

"!

Malone scolded, but he didn't plan to chase after him at all.

Zhang Xiaodong ran away with a "whoosh", Ma Long shook his head and smiled bitterly: "This kid ......"

After being busy for more than an hour, no one came over, and the Malone stove was turned off, planning to wait for the guests at the table to leave and then close the stall to rest.

took the time to count the turnover, nearly five hundred, excluding the money for purchase and rent, the gross profit should be two hundred, hard work is not hard, but the smell of oil smoke is too big, but Ma Long is very satisfied, at this time he is thinking about when he can pay back Uncle Guo's 10,000 yuan.

In addition, the family also has to send some money over regularly, although Ma Long is very ruthless every time he quarrels with his father, but every time Ma Long comes home, he will throw some money to his father, or buy some daily necessities and the like.

After another twenty minutes, the last table of guests also left, Malone yawned and prepared to pack up and go to bed, there were not many mutton, vegetables and beer, and he had to get up early tomorrow to buy.

"Jingle bell!"

The phone rang, and Malone pinched six beer bottles with one hand, and took out his mobile phone with the other hand to answer it.

"Hey, Uncle Guo?"

"Xiaolong, you hurry home, your father was beaten, and he is still conscious, but he is covered in blood!"

"What's going on, where is he now?" asked Marlon in surprise.

"Right at the gate of your house, I was going out to buy a pack of cigarettes, and I saw a van parked in front of your house, and there could be four or five people beating your dad......"

Bang dang!

Before Uncle Guo finished speaking, Ma Long threw away the empty wine bottle, and then hurried home.

And the stalls that have not been cleaned up yet, and the cardboard boxes where the money is placed at the door, no one cares about them at all......

The Phoenix Mountain Market is not far from Ma Long's house, he didn't take a taxi, he took the trail, and arrived at his home ten minutes later.

At the gate, Malone saw his father lying in a pool of blood.

Above his brow, there was a small gash that was trickling blood.

Malone squatted down, took out his mobile phone and took a photo.

The father opened his eyes, his face was covered with blood, and his lips trembled: "Son, take me to the hospital......"

"Who hit you?" said Marlon frowned.

"Don't ask, I've bled a lot, and if I don't go to the hospital, I'll die!"

Father's eyes widened, and he gritted his teeth at Ma Long.

Ma Long suddenly felt a vicious anger in his heart, and opened his mouth to scold: "You can do it! My mother was killed by you, and you will put yourself in it sooner or later!"

At that moment, the thought in his heart was that he would never care about this father anymore, and he turned around after scolding and closed his eyes and prepared to leave.

But for some reason, my mind was full of the tragic situation of my father falling to the ground and being beaten, and tears began to flow.

Immediately, Ma Long turned around, bent down and picked up his father, and went straight to the clinic at the head of the village.

An hour later, the doctor bandaged my father's wounds and put on a drip, two of which were more serious, one on the forehead with eight stitches, and the other on the outside of his right arm, with eleven stitches.

The anesthetic had not yet dissipated, and the old man was still unconscious.

On the bench outside the bathroom, Ma Long, the doctor, and Uncle Guo, who came later, were talking.

"Your father's forehead was wounded with a blunt object, which should have been hit with a brick or steel pipe or something, and the wound on his arm was obviously caused by a sharp object...... Xiaolong, when the uncle said something that shouldn't be said, your father is not a way to go on like this, except for drinking a lot of alcohol all day long, it is gambling, and sooner or later it will be ruined in the hands of those people. ”

"The guys?"

"I don't know, I don't know where your dad gambled with people. The doctor threw away the cigarette butt and stood up and extinguished it on his toes, and then said, "Okay, I'm busy this day, I haven't eaten yet, you stare at your dad, just call me if anything!"

"Hey, okay!" Ma Long also stood up: "Uncle, I'll send you the medical expenses in a few days......"

"Don't worry, let's show your dad the injury first! In addition, your dad has lost too much blood, and his physique is not very good, so I suggest going to a big hospital tomorrow for some blood transfusion. The doctor waved at Malone and then opened the door and entered the infirmary.

Ma Long let out a long breath, rubbing his face with his hands, looking tired.

"Xiaolong, I still have some money here, I'll get it for you tomorrow, and we'll find a way to make up the rest!"

Malone nodded and didn't say anything more.

An hour later, Ma Long persuaded Uncle Guo to go back to rest, and Uncle Guo woke up as soon as his father left, and the first thing he said when he opened his mouth was thirsty.

Ma Long gave him pure water with a paper cup with an expressionless face, but his father beat him away with an uninjured arm, and pointed at Ma Long and said dissatisfiedly: "I'm about to be beaten to death, you just give me this drink?

Malone stared at his crazy father, and after five seconds, he gritted his teeth and walked out of the infirmary.

"Okay, you don't care about me, do you? I don't have to worry about you when I die!" his father stumbled out of bed and pulled out the needle.

Due to the wrong direction, the blood immediately rushed out along the small needle's eye.

Ma Long didn't care about him, walked more than ten meters away outside, and then took out his mobile phone and called Wu Jing.