That night, after I sent the car back to Jinding, I went home with Lao Xian and Jin Beibei.

On the other end, Feng Dong's house.

There is no mother to join, only a father and daughter, and they have an adult-like conversation.

“…… Girl, I have today, God has mercy on us poor, we have to learn to be grateful, you see that our family's situation is much better now, but when do you see your mother, wear three or five thousand clothes, people know enough, do you understand, I am just a girl like you, I drink and smoke every day, I don't know how old I can live, in case I die one day, you have to learn to control these things I left for you. Feng Dong persuaded bitterly.

Noisy was wearing wide pajamas, stunned, and didn't say a word.

"It's my responsibility that you're like this today, when I was young, you didn't know what our family was like when we were poor, and the fermented sauce had to pinch the soybean grains, why did you live so miserably, because your grandfather didn't do anything serious, in addition to smoking a lot of cigarettes every day, he was drinking, so from then on, I swore that if I had children, I would never let her live such a life, so over the years, I have spoiled you and spoiled you......." Feng Dong was in tears, and his voice was hoarse.

"Dad, don't talk about it......!"

"Okay, don't mess with them, these people are all liars, if you really want to learn something, let's go to a regular school, how much money you spend, Dad will provide for you." Feng Dong said pleadingly.

“…… Dad, it's late. ”

"How can it be late?"

"That screenwriter's friend...... Took a photo ...... of us "between". "Covering his face and crying.

Feng Dong was stunned for a long time, gritted his teeth, rubbed his palms, lowered his head and was silent for a long time, and said slowly: "I'll help you solve this matter, but don't tell your mother ......." ”

……

The other end.

Tang Botu, who had rough skin and thick flesh, returned to the high-end apartment rented in Beijing, he was used to being beaten, he got some disinfectant by himself, sandwiched cotton with tweezers, poked back and forth into the wound twice, and directly wrapped it in bandages.

"Bang dang."

The door was pushed open, and a Chinese screenwriter friend walked in quickly, and said in a very fake tone: "Oh, Maiga, dear Tang, are you swollen,...... Which nasty bastard hurt you. ”

", talk to people."

Tang Botu was wearing white pajamas, reached out and touched the wool roll that was close to his scalp, then took the special hair from the wine cabinet, poured himself a little, sat on the bar seat, and scolded his Chinese friend.

“…… Okay, tell me, what's wrong with you?" A screenwriter friend asked.

"I was about to lift my crotch and get on the horse, but I thought that I would kill a group of people and horses in the slope, I was a chicken, and there were many people on the other side, and after a simple confrontation, I was defeated and fled ......." Tang Botu, who is familiar with the Three Kingdoms, vividly talked about the situation at that time.

"Lift your crotch and get on the horse, why did you mention it?" The screenwriter friend was puzzled.

"Watt, isn't that what you said?"

“…… That's called picking up a gun and getting on a horse. ”

"Oh, the Chinese idiom is too tongue-twisting......." Tang Botu was slightly dissatisfied.

"Then I want to ask, who is that Centaurs." The screenwriter asked with a frown.

"God knows." Tang Botu shook his head.

"There seems to be something wrong with the last vote." The screenwriter friend thought for a while and said.

“…… What a question. ”

"I heard that the girl went in for illegal embezzlement, and if the stolen money is to be recovered, you will definitely be found ......." The screenwriter said slowly.

"I'm a Liberian national, and even if I pursue it, I have to extradite it through the embassy, and the embassy I have a lot of friends who like big. White. Fart. Shares of Russian prostitutes. Female, I can fully satisfy them, at most I will be repatriated...... There will be no questions. Tang Botu said indifferently.

"Holy shit, there are people up there."

"Properly dropped."

Tang Botu made an OK gesture, then took the last sip of wine and slapped the screenwriter on the cheek. Ditch. Zi, baring his white teeth, said, "Honey. Plum...... You're still so sexy ......!"

"I'll go back and rest." The screenwriter sweated wildly, turned his head and scolded the African glass, which was also a lot, and then turned around and ran out.

As soon as he left, Tang Botu blinked his eyes, put the cup directly on the table, folded his hands, and prayed sincerely: "Great Muhammad...... Are you going to leave me...... Well, I accept your will and leave this beautiful country ...... right away. ”

After the chattering ink, Tang Botu turned around and returned to the bedroom, opened the mini safe, took out six gold bars from it, more than 10,000 US dollars, tied them with hand towels, and then wrapped them around his waist, changed into a set of loose sportswear, and turned to leave.

Yes, this old liar who has been in Chinese mainland for nearly ten years is ready to run away temporarily and go out to avoid the limelight, but he can't leave right away, because there is still a sheep that has been caught in the pen and is almost slaughtered.

That's a sexy and hot old lady, although she is a little older, but the aesthetics of the Central African people are different, compared to the type of trouble, Tang Botu prefers to be a little older, the best age group from forty to fifty years old, you don't know, you have to lick the folds on each other's body with your tongue, what a proud thing it is.

Well, Tang Botu swore to let the elderly Chinese women have no wrinkles on their faces,.

……

The sun rises in the morning, the sky is bright, and it is already April, and the weather in Beijing has begun to heat up.

"Tick bell."

The phone rang, and I picked it up in a daze.

"Why didn't you tell me when you came to Beijing?" Wearing a baseball cap, headphones in his ears, a backpack on his back, riding a mountain bike and a sports attire, Ma Xiaoyou is rushing to his newly established studio in Beijing.

"Huhu, how do you know I'm coming to Beijing." I yawned and asked casually.

"I've got my way, where are you?" Ma Xiaoyou asked casually.

At this moment, I don't know how hard it was for Ma Xiaoyou to find me and how many phone calls he made.

"I'm sleeping."

"I ask you where you live."

"What are you doing, are you going to lie under the covers with me and reminisce about the past?" I asked as I lit a cigarette.

"Don't be stinky and poor, for the sake of our teammates in a cF team, my sister is going to spend fifty yuan, please eat donkey meat and burn it, what's the matter, do you have time." Ma Xiaoyou's personality has not changed, and he still asked simply and simply.

"Today."

"Oh, you mean I still have to make an appointment." Ma Xiaoyou pursed his lips.

"Okay, I'll call you later." I thought about it for a moment and agreed.

"Don't grind, I'm full of work today, you hurry up."

"Oh, Huzi, you brought it too, I miss it a little."

"He's not empty, it's in the suburban estate, where the air is good, and in the city, I'm afraid he's going to get lung ......cancer."

"You really take him as a father." I exclaimed.

"You owe abuse." Ma Xiaoyou replied, directly pressed Bluetooth, and hung up the phone.

……

I got up slowly, washed up briefly, and felt that there was nothing to do in the morning anyway, so it was better to stop by and see Ma Xiaoyou, how to say that we also lived under the same roof.

After going out, I asked for the address, I took a taxi, and rushed to the downstairs of Ma Xiaoyou's studio.

……

Upstairs, at this moment, Ma Xiaoyou's studio has begun to take shape, and there are a lot of college students in Beipiao, all of whom have just graduated, and there can be seven or eight men and women, but the place is smaller, and there can be an office area of seventy or eighty square meters, which looks slightly compact.

Ma Xiaoyou didn't care about the family's penny for these things, all of them were his own savings and sold some gifts in exchange.

"Oh, Youyou, why are you doing this, why are you still wearing makeup."

A female colleague, holding the first edition of this issue, walked in and was stunned for a moment and asked.

“…… Meet a friend. ”

Ma had long legs, gestured to a pair of heelless white scoop shoes, and asked a female colleague, "Do you think this looks good?" ”

"I think you wear high heels and have more temperament."

“…… But the pot friend I saw was a short man, wouldn't it hurt his self-esteem if he wore it like that...... Ma Xiaoyou was a little entangled.

"You're in love." The female colleague was stunned.

"No."

"No, you don't care if he's a dwarf, or what Yao Ming does, if you like to wear swollen clothes." The female colleague pouted.

"Forget it, let's give him some self-esteem, he's been quite back lately." Ma Xiaoyou didn't wear high heels in the end.

"You're in love."

"Hey, when can I stop gossiping in this house, what's so strange about whether I'm in love at my age."

Ma Xiaoyou shook his head and replied, and walked out with his bag.

We met at Pizza Hut downstairs.

"It's delicious, I like pizza." My mouth was full, and I looked up at Ma Xiaoyou, who was drinking orange juice, and asked, "Why don't you eat it?"

"My budget is only three hundred yuan, and you have already eaten my share ......." Ma Xiaoyou said helplessly.

“…… Oh, I'm sorry, don't think I'm going to say, I'm in for a treat, because I don't have any money. I said without hesitation.

"You're still so shameless."

"You don't know what my life is like during this time, face, I'm long gone." I shook my head and replied.

"Gollum."

Ma Xiaoyou drank a drink, looked at me for a long time, then turned his head, and asked with a flickering eye: "Hey, why didn't An An come to Beijing with you." ”

When I heard this, I paused with the palm of my pizza and said, "Oh, we're divided." ”

“…… How to divide it. Ma Xiaoyou asked with big eyes.

"It's nothing, it's just divided."

"Sorry ang."

"It's okay, I'm numb." I stuffed it in my mouth, the last piece of pizza.

After a long period of silence, Ma Xiaoyou and I were very embarrassed to have big eyes on small eyes.

"What are you staring at me all the time?" Ma Xiaoyou frowned and asked.

“…… Adversity...... Your mouth seems to be big. I scratched my nose and said.

"To the south, you don't have anything to tell me." Ma Xiaoyou leaned forward, and then asked slowly.

"Uh......."

I was speechless for a while, and I was thinking about how to answer, when the phone in my pocket suddenly remembered,