They didn't go to eat mutton soup that day, and drank some porridge at the Cantonese morning tea next to them. Peng Cheng took out all the money in his pocket and paid the bill, he came to show the money on purpose, and even took out the coins that had just been put in his pocket on the top bunk, and pushed them in front of Beibei's eyes after paying the bill.

Pick up a lot of pieces. Bei Bei thought about it and took a 100-yuan bill, and wanted to push the rest of the money back, but was held down by Peng Cheng.

"What are you doing here? 100 yuan is enough, and you have to buy some daily necessities for the rest, and you have to smoke!" Bei Bei pushed the money towards Peng Cheng even harder, and on the greasy table of the crumpled old coin, the place where the money slid over the table, drew a fresh path.

"Daughter-in-law, I don't need so much money. Peng Cheng really couldn't push it, he picked up the remaining three 100 yuan, took Beibei's bag, and stuffed the money into it. "I don't have to buy too much, it's enough to have thirty. So saying, he picked up the thirty again, and the coin slipped so badly on the table of the stone that he couldn't pick it up for a long time.

Bei Bei looked at him, thought about it, and didn't shirk it much. The indescribable expression on Peng Cheng's face made her a little puzzled, she couldn't think of why, but he seemed to see her confusion, so he said again: "Daughter-in-law, don't worry about me, I can still have money." ”

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There can still be money.

A meaningful prediction that he said he would still have money. Beibei's eyes suddenly lost focus, and then lowered his eyes clearly, and he could roughly guess the origin of the money. She hooked the corners of her mouth slightly: "Well, Cheng Cheng, spend less money, people have to leave a way back for themselves, and they can't go to a desperate situation." ”

"Yes! I know. ”

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calculated, how can a month have passed, and the days are always like fine sand, leaking out from the non-stop thin seams that cannot be pinched between the fingers, sighing, there is no way. This is not the case for Peng Cheng alone, it feels like a destined thief, but he is always glad that he has not taken anything yet.

Peng Cheng touched the eight hundred yuan in his trouser pocket, which Xiaodou gave him in the morning, and he had a lot of surplus today, and he naturally got a lot. Those tickets are a little old, and the feeling in the pocket seems to be damp, and it is very unpleasant to touch, and the body temperature gradually warms up the pants, and it is naturally more and more damp. Money, he suddenly took it out, crossed his fingers and counted the eight old coins, how did he feel like he couldn't open it just now, it seemed that there were a few less, and when he counted accurately, he was a little relieved.

He lay on his own bed in the prefabricated room, his feet on the iron railing on one side, and pondered it alone. With such four or five hundred a day, why do you only have these eight hundred yuan in your pocket? Peng Cheng was confused, he hadn't given Bei Bei money for several days, even if he gave Sister Luo more benefits every day, to put it ruthlessly, it was just a matter of one hundred and eight, and he couldn't get out of two hundred after the sky, and he should have more than four thousand yuan in the account this month, how could there be eight hundred left?

He exhaled lightly, and the knot in his heart seemed to be blown open slightly, but then it became a ball again, which made people feel relieved. Peng Cheng was a little annoyed, if he wanted to do something by himself, take Beibei to make a fortune, raise pigs and give birth to babies, it was really a long road, it was not easy to do, just like this for a while, he was still full of determination and ambition in his heart, and he was a little cowardly.

As soon as Peng Cheng raised his eyes, he saw the ceiling in front of him, he only needed to raise his leg to kick there, there was a black piece in that position, and he always kicked too much, and the natural color of that place was darker. The ceiling was low above his head, and he suddenly felt that he couldn't breathe well, and turned over, not looking at it. He doesn't like to be sneaky all the time, and he doesn't like this prefabricated house.

The pig's head meat that Bei Bei had just sent and a box of rice were placed on the clinical really good sheets, and there was a big oil stain, but he didn't care, it was Liangzi's bed, and Liangzi wouldn't care. Peng Cheng doesn't like to eat rice in a box, he wants to use a bowl, a rice bowl.

That feeling of uncertainty, no one can help him. Peng Cheng knows himself best, he looks at himself like others look at him, and he has never been clear. Everything around him, he felt uncertain, every time Bei Bei shirked, she always said that she didn't want money, it was too much like to draw a line, maybe it was really a line!

Peng Cheng pulled the quilt over his head and covered his head, he didn't want to sum it up, this was probably the most fundamental reason why he couldn't help but think about it.

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I don't know why, Peng Cheng always felt that if he had a little more money, Bei Bei would want to avoid himself. He didn't understand what Wen Beibei needed, so many women, so many women in the bathhouse, all kinds of women, women of all ages, how could they be different from this girl! How could they not stimulate her if they gave money? Why did they give her money, and they had to look at her face? Peng Cheng regretted his death several times, and he regretted it so much that he didn't want to give it to her.

Thinking of this, he suddenly became upset, turned over and got off the ground, took out the eight hundred yuan again, and with the light from the door, Peng Cheng carefully counted it again. Every Grandpa Mao is full of the vicissitudes of time, and he still remembers that Bei Bei said: "The right way in the world is the vicissitudes of life." ”

That day, the bright girl, wearing a light blue cotton skirt, a very long skirt, the sun was swinging, she gently twisted her body between words, the dark blue color of the begonia flowers on the edge of the cotton skirt, with the body turned rapidly, like a belt embedded in the edge of the group, her beautiful big eyes, sparkling flowing, so radiant and pretty, so that she was proud of herself, such a beauty, I haven't seen it for a while.

At this moment, Peng Cheng's heart suddenly tightened, thinking that she would never have the chance to see her again, she never laughed so wantonly again. Thinking of this, Peng Cheng seemed to be holding it in his hand, and it was not money, he casually stuffed it into his trouser pocket and walked towards the door.