After receiving his salary, Song Yong declined Lao Liu and a few other lonely greasy middle-aged people, planning to take him to see the kindness of the flowery world of Shencheng.

Instead, he took his ID card and went out alone.

When he went out, he met Zhang Guangcai, who was holding a playing card and walked into the shed with a group of people.

When he saw Song Yong, Zhang Guangcai's eyes immediately lit up, and he greeted enthusiastically: "Mule, where are you going to be chic?"

After saying hello, he didn't wait for Song Yong to reply.

Zhang Guangcai sent out another invitation: "Actually, it's so hot outside, it's better to come and play together, and when it's evening, my brother will invite you to eat and wash your feet." ”

"No! there is something to go out for, so it won't hinder your interest. Song Yong replied.

Regarding Zhang Guangcai's sitting in the village to kill pigs, whether it was Lao Liu or Wang Xinran, they deliberately explained to him several times in private.

Unless he has a head cramp, he will continue to send money to the other party after knowing this kind of thing.

After finishing speaking, Song Yong walked out of the shed and walked towards the gate of the construction site.

Before he went too far, he heard Zhang Guangcai behind him, and shouted to the others unabashedly: "Please don't go to eat and wash your feet, this kid is afraid that he is stupid to work!"

Zhang Guangcai's voice fell, and the migrant workers who followed him let out echoing laughter from their mouths.

In the face of all this, Song Yong didn't even have the interest to turn around and say something.

There is no love for no reason, let alone hatred for no reason, and in the same way, there is no feast and foot washing for nothing, and he did not understand the above simple truth before, but now he understands it......

After being poor for too long, Song Yong, who was holding a huge sum of 10,000 yuan, felt that he even straightened his waist a little more.

It's just that in order to earn this money, he made countless beads of sweat fall to the ground and fall into the arduous process of eight petals.

He was really reluctant to spend the money lavishly.

After a brief thought, he had his own arrangements for this huge amount of money.

Song Yong first took the subway and came to Huaqiangbei, a famous city in Shenzhen, and spent 500 yuan to exchange for a domestically made refurbished smartphone.

As a modern person, without a mobile phone on the body, it is really very inconvenient.

With this thing, Song Yong can watch the news every night before going to bed, so that he will not be completely disconnected by this society.

Holding a mobile phone with a lot of power, Song Yong replaced it with a phone card that had been placed for two months; not surprisingly, the mobile phone card had long been shut down due to arrears.

After giving the mobile phone dealer 100 yuan, the dealer helped to charge the cost of 100 yuan.

Holding the mobile phone that had just been opened, Song Yong sent a paragraph according to the phone number of Wang Xinran in his memory: "This is my new mobile phone number, please Save the beautiful girl." ”

As a result, a message was replied to after a few seconds.

There was not a word on the message, just a picture of a bright smiling face.

Subsequently, Song Yong found an agricultural bank around Huaqiangbei, opened a new account with his ID card, and deposited all the whole money on his body, a total of 9,300 yuan.

Later, he went to the bank's ATM, inserted the card and chose to transfer money.

A long list of accounts, after Song Yong entered it unmistakably, he pressed the button to enter and exit a number of eight thousand five hundred yuan.

Between the screen jumps, a confirmation page appeared for Song *fang to transfer 8,500 yuan.

Without the slightest hesitation, Song Yong chose to confirm.

It's complicated to say, in fact, it's a matter of one or two minutes, but every time Song Yong pressed the button, his fingers trembled a little.

It's been several years since he came out, and this is the first time he, an unfilial son, has sent money to his family.

Even if he didn't have more than 1,000 yuan left after the transfer was over, he didn't regret it at all.

Even, if you don't want to date Wang Xinran, a girl, you can't let the other party pay for the date.

He can do the 9,300 yuan on the card and send it back together.

It's nothing else, it's just a child who was once lost, and he just makes up for the mistakes he did in the past.

As for himself, it seems that except for the nine yuan for two packets of soft white sand a day, and a little toothpaste and laundry detergent, there is nothing else......

After the transfer was completed, Song Yong's mood was not only not happy, but a little depressed.

Because even Song Yong, who can remember his father's bank account clearly, naturally remembers what the mobile phone numbers of his parents at home are.

But after he took his mobile phone and clicked out a string of familiar phone numbers, he couldn't call them.

The main reason is that he doesn't know what he can say in front of his parents' voices, and he doesn't have the courage to find a lie and deceive the other party that he has been here for the past two years.

"Sir, why are you crying? An abrupt voice rang out.

It was the beautiful lobby manager in the bank hall, and he asked Song Yong with concern.

Only then did he realize that unconsciously, Song Yong, who was already red-eyed, waved his hand casually to indicate that he was fine, and escaped from the bank in embarrassment under the eyes of many playful eyes.

In the small yellow braised chicken and rice shop on the corner of the street, after Song Yong ate a particularly spicy yellow stewed chicken, his mood finally calmed down.

He glanced at his phone and saw that it was just over twelve o'clock in the afternoon.

There was still a whole afternoon before the end of the evening's appointment, and when he returned to the construction site now, he really didn't want to go back at all when he thought of the people who were playing cards in the shed.

Suddenly, he was doing nothing, and a devilish thought came to his mind:

Do you want to go to Sanhe Market to have a look, or even go to the Gray Rabbit Tribe in the primitive era plane to have a look?

As soon as this thought came to mind, it immediately lingered in his mind, even if Song Yong knew that his best choice now was to completely cut off from the Sanhe talent market and the ghost place in the primordial plane.

Now his life and prospects look so bright.

Even if you don't mention the bright future he has under the cultivation of Boss Li, even if he only works hard for two years, he can not only repay the debt he owes.

can also bring tens of thousands of yuan, and Wang Wang, a girl who was born in a good family, happily returned to her hometown.

All of this is the ultimate dream that he was paralyzed in Sanhe during the time, and it can be said that it is the ultimate general dream;

For this reason, Song Yong gritted his teeth and got on the subway back to the construction site.

The problem is that the devil's thoughts in my mind are incomparably strong at this moment, and the voices that come from the fire pit of the Gray Rabbit Tribe are also incomparably clear.

The repetition was like chanting, and it was as if his brain was about to explode.

After only two stops on the subway, he got off the subway station like a ghost and got on the bus to Sanhe.

He told himself: just go back and take a look, just take a look.

Maybe a month later, the abandoned simple house has long been demolished by the park, and the space-time passage to the primordial plane no longer exists.

That way, he'll be completely at ease, yes, that's it!