Chapter 8: The Uninvited Guest

"Uncle Qian, who. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½ā€

Wen Qiang walked out while talking, and there was an uncle standing outside the house, wearing a checkered shirt, white trousers, black leather shoes, combing a big back hair, and carrying a travel bag on his shoulder.

Wen Qiang's expression changed suddenly, and he rushed up and took his uncle's hand and walked to the corner of the street, because it was secluded and there was no one.

"What are you doing here, how did you find this, let's say, who do you owe a gambling debt?"

Wen Qiang's voice was very explosive, but he deliberately lowered his voice, as if he was afraid that his neighbors would hear it.

"Why are you so fierce, no matter what, I am also your adoptive father, it is only natural to ask you for money, if Xiaolan didn't tell me that you work here, I don't know how long you would hide it from me."

"I don't have a father like you, since I was a child, I haven't seen you do a little bit of your father's responsibility, except for gambling or drinking, otherwise my mother won't be tired and sick."

"I've been working part-time to pay off your gambling debts since high school, and over the years, I've done everything except breaking the law. My classmates say I'm a muscular man, but they don't know that these muscles are tired from doing physical work, moving bricks, carrying bags, sanda sparring partners (that is, human sandbags), tutors, waiters, stunt actors, being filial sons to others, escorts, male nannies, singing, substitute driving, etc., earn money to pay off your gambling debts, treat your mother's illness, earn tuition fees, living expenses, do you know all of this? Every time I lose money, I get angry with my mother, I'm for my mother, otherwise, you just die outside, and I won't care about you. ā€

Wen Qiang's emotions became more and more excited, and the speed of his speech became faster and faster.

"At school, I didn't dare to participate in class reunions, I didn't dare to travel, I didn't dare to participate in the school's literary and artistic programs, I didn't dare to contact with girls, I only had to work hard and study hard in my life, do you know why?"

The adoptive father was just about to speak.

"Don't say anything, I don't want to hear you."

Wen Qiang threw 200 yuan on the ground.

"This 200 yuan is used as travel expenses, you go back, I don't want to see you."

"I'm here to take refuge with you, and I've brought all my luggage."

Wen Qiang pounced and knelt on the ground.

"Save me, let me live, okay? I'm almost sleeping on the streets, my 'good father'. ā€

Wen Qiang burst into tears, and finally broke out, no longer caring about the honor of any man, and poured out all the grievances and pains that had been tortured for many years. The boy doesn't flick when he has tears, just because he hasn't reached the sad place.

Wen Qiang stood up and ran into the distance, running faster and faster, as if this was the only way to release the heavy pressure in his heart.

Wen Qiang ran 5 kilometers in one go, came to the side of the reservoir, sat on the embankment with his butt, kept panting, and kept thinking about an idiom, I should be "cornered" now.

At this moment, Wen Qiang's mobile phone rang, "Ding Dong!" ā€

"Dear users, as of 10:02 on July 23, your balance is less than 9.00 yuan, in order not to affect your normal call ......"

"Young man, you scared my fish, you know?"