Wen Beibei will generally never know what the three hundred yuan is for Peng Cheng, she still thinks it is a lot of money, far from knowing that in Peng Cheng's opinion, it is just a little money, although he has never seen any big money in his life, but he really doesn't take money seriously.

Peng Cheng has loved to spend money since he was a child and squandered it wantonly, only spending money makes him feel fulfilled, as if he suddenly became full of money, and everything is right!

The young man took the three hundred dollars that Bei Bei had given him, and went around the back of the grove. His wine is almost sober, and the flamboyant energy he had just masturbated has long since dissipated. Even just now, although he drank too much and made a fuss for a long time, he was always sober. If he was still in the dizzy state just now, he would have gone back to sleep in the prefabricated room, but for a while, everything had passed. He touched the three hundred dollars in his pocket, and the characteristic tenacity of the paper seemed to inspire him, and he remembered last night, which was a wonderful night of ups and downs, and it was always more satisfying to think about than when he was in it.

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When he took Ryoko's money back to the dark field again, it was already a junior. The sky is about to dawn, and the big curtain in the distance is like the blue and white glaze of porcelain, strange, why are all the people playing games in this small place gone after such a while? The big brothers before Peng Cheng came out were gone, like a movie theater after the end, there was no one on the second floor.

There is no one, Peng Cheng is a little annoyed, if it is in normal times, this person is gone, he will definitely not do it again, but today alone, Peng Cheng is a little hesitant. Liangzi's seven hundred, Xiaodou's three hundred, they all gave themselves with hope. The young man's sense of mission came naturally, and he didn't even think it was an unreasonable proposition, why did the two of them have hope for him, and what did it have to do with them.

His strength is coming, if he doesn't start now, he will ...... for a while. Even if it was two hours later, it would be dawn, and wouldn't it be too late for anything? No one knew where his sense of urgency came from, but it was only two hours, so what was the delay?

However, Peng Cheng felt that it was too late, and there was no reason to think that it was too late, he clearly knew that gambling was nothing more than playing with the dealer and playing with the player, and now there was no player, relying on himself alone, and picking the dealer alone, what chance of winning could he have? Thinking of this, he decisively ignored this problem, and even the dealer was a computer, he didn't want to think about it anymore, such courage, I don't know what to do.

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What's the matter, they all win, become the king and lose the king, the courage is still the courage in the end, it's not a second tiger.

Now with the three hundred that Bei Bei gave him, Peng Cheng is a little picky, it doesn't seem to be any money, just like when he was a child, how much money is not much in the eyes of a child. He remembered the first time he went to the dark field, when this kind of place was not called a dark field, and he was probably not nine years old at that time, and he was small, like a ground bean, and he could only run around on other people's thighs, and no matter how tall he was, he couldn't reach it.

That day he wore a beautiful perm bib pants, dark green, with a red dotted sika deer embroidered on his chest, and that place was a pocket, which contained the candy given by his grandfather. Although he is also nine years old, he is very small, just like other people's children are seven or eight years old, he went to school with his cousin, sat on the beam of his sister's bicycle every day, set off from his grandfather's house, had breakfast, and rode less than 300 meters to the place.

When my sister was in class that day, Peng Cheng sneaked in from the back door of the small classroom. It's really strange, when he was in elementary school, why did his sister look so tall! He was almost half a body taller than himself, and he remembered that at that time, his sister was already in the sixth grade, and she still had to sit and listen to the class, with her hands behind her back, and she didn't dare to let go of her palms when she was sweaty. The class was a male teacher, he wrote something on the blackboard, Peng Cheng probably hadn't learned to carry a little person on his back, he walked straight in through the open back door, walked to his sister's seat as if no one was around, dragged her red school uniform, climbed on her legs, peeled off the sugar in his trouser pocket, handed it to his sister's mouth, and whispered, "Sister, you eat." ”

My sister was like a dummy, she didn't move at all, she only straightened her legs, and drooped down, Peng Cheng slid down the slope, slipped under the table, and sat on the foot of the table, hitting the desk, and it hurt a little. The desk clanged, and the male teacher coughed and asked who it was, but no one answered. The child was not discouraged, he climbed up again regardless of it, climbed for a long time, and said in his sister's ear: "Sister, I went out, and you go home by yourself at noon." ”

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At noon that day, Peng Cheng didn't go home, it was in a game hall next to the school, that kind of place was even more blatant than it is now when I was a child, and almost all elementary school students could play in it for a while. They all stole coins from home and stuffed them into the little boxes, and they could start turning the small boxes with the coins, and they would bet on apples and pears and so on, which the children could understand, but even at that time, there were more adults playing with them.

Peng Cheng stood on tiptoe in the middle of a group of young men, fiddling with a machine by himself. He was a god that day, a little kid, who got less than ten dollars of pocket money, and he cheated him out of one thousand two. When he was a child, Peng Chengding was a different child, 1,200 yuan, almost a family's income for a few months, but he didn't get much excited, and his face was calm and silent. He didn't win money and left, with a small face, he continued his victory, so victorious that all the boys watched behind him, and no one left.

That day, Peng Cheng only got back 200 yuan, and was beaten by his grandfather when he went back. When he played, he understood that he couldn't take the money, otherwise those boys wouldn't all be standing behind him, anyway, if he couldn't take it, he would just listen to the music, and in the end there were two hundred left on the table, and the little child returned the money.

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It's only 300 yuan, and I can spend it all in one day. I don't know if it's the ghost who sent the gods, or if this leg and foot also have a memory, Peng Cheng seems to have done it on purpose, and actually went around to the street on the second floor of the small one. When passing by the second floor, the sound of the Xiaoice box became louder and louder, as if he was running for the refrigerator, and the young man got into it without thinking.

After a while, he came out again.

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"Liangzi, you have money in your pocket and send it to my brother. ”