"Beibei, don't I have no money now?

Don't think that if you have money, everything will be fine. Hmph! Don't deceive yourself. For some people, it's the same at all times, they can't think about it, and they can't think about it when the days are good, it has nothing to do with whether they have money or not, and it has nothing to do with what Beibei's, and it has nothing to do with anything.

In this way, Peng Cheng has said to almost all the girls who have slept with him, before Beibei, after Beibei, he is tireless, and it is very smooth, in short, he has no money until he meets Song Xiangnan. Maybe it's because she's the youngest? Or what? Anyway, it's just her, and finally waited for Peng Cheng to recover, although the money was still not enough, but it was finally replaced by him to support the family.

Raising a family and starting a family have always been two different things for men, Peng Cheng always has an excellent excuse, he adheres to the principle of deceiving others must first let himself believe, so he has not been able to save enough money to start a family. Maybe in Peng Cheng's heart, everything in this world is not worth worrying about too much. It's good, how can it be good, he has never had such a strong sense of gain and loss, how much is a lot? Then who knows? Peng Cheng felt that he really didn't count the answer to this question, and he didn't want to count, but he wanted Nan to have a number, and Xiangnan and her father had more to count.

Men always know men better, and most of the thoughts that are heinous in the eyes of women are tacitly understood by men, they are all old drivers, and no one has ever ridden a bicycle with a brake. Who would have thought that Xiang Nan's father suddenly changed his mind at the end of the year, he abandoned his wife for thirty years, and now he has turned back, and he wants to remarry Xiang Nan's mother, and he doesn't know what moved him about the old woman, in short, he fell in love with her again.

So on the day Lao Song came back, he trembled and drove Peng Cheng out of the house, resolutely refusing to let the girl marry this guy who looked like a wandering mage and couldn't catch up with the little radish head, but what the old man didn't expect was that although Peng Cheng no longer had the identity he made up to protect his body, Xiang Nan still ran out with him.

After that, Xiang Nan no longer has to work, and she no longer worries that the money for the miscarriage can't be made up, Peng Cheng will give her money to spend and buy beautiful and cheap shoes, she likes those shoes with bells and whistles and beautiful beads, ten pairs can't catch up with the price of one pair, anyway, it's enough.

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"Hey, what are you doing, come out!"

Someone called him at the door.

Peng Cheng squatted alone in the corner of the hut, and when he heard someone calling him, he raised his head, and the tangled forehead lines on his forehead became more and more intimate, close together. He looked at the man and stood up, the bones on his body clicking. He felt a little strained, his lips dried and seemed to be unconscious, he smiled at the man, and gently licked it with his tongue: "It's too cold in your room, it freezes so much that my bones hurt." ”

The policeman snorted and laughed, and walked into the house: "Can you squat there every day without pain?" He pulled the chair next to him, sat opposite the young man, patted Peng Cheng's shoulder with his big thick hand, and looked down at the backgammon grid embedded deep in the floor under his feet: "This grid on this house and this ground can't be removed, is it interesting to play chess by yourself?"

"Hey, hey, big brother, you can be gentle!" Peng Cheng was slapped like a shelf, Lao Hu's palm hit his body, it was very sore, the heating had just been stopped, the room was far colder than outside, this little night, the first layer of skin and flesh on his body seemed to have entered the water, and he was wrinkled and uncomfortable.

"Where are you going, I'll send you!" Lao Hu was already familiar with him, and asked him very casually.

The young man shrugged his shoulders and asked for a cigarette first, which he held in his mouth and did not light it. The two of them walked out one after the other, and as soon as they got out of the door of the hut and looked to the side, there was a large piece of sunlight, sprinkled on the white porcelain floor tiles, Peng Cheng looked at the warm sun on the steps of the door farther away, and pondered for a long time: "Okay, that's good." ”

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Every time he quarreled, Peng Cheng would come to this room in this police station to squat for a night, otherwise Xiang Nan probably wouldn't let him go, and her father Lao Song wouldn't let him go. It's so comfortable here! Except for the bad conditions, everything is fine. Peng Cheng always called the police himself, although he also beat people, but who knows? He just felt extremely aggrieved, really aggrieved, aggrieved and wanted to cry, and at the same time he felt that he was all self-inflicted, who can understand? He was too lazy to defend himself with anyone, he didn't even know how to justify, how fragile the perpetrator was.

Peng Cheng sat in the co-pilot, his body slipped down, and he felt that he was not as tall as the shoulders of the policeman Lao Hu. He had already passed the strength to repeatedly deny himself, and as soon as he went out, the warmth of the sun made him feel excited, and the whole person came back to life. The young man shook the window glass down a small slit: "He is a ruthless character, he pays attention to stalking in remarriage, and he is still an old comrade who has a way! ”

"Let you say it. The policeman pretended to say, but he understood in his heart, and hammered Peng Cheng the shoulder, smiling as if he had also taken advantage of it. Then he said, "You're going home?"

"No, I'll go to Xiaobao's first. ”

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Xiaobao is taking a few workers from the countryside to work on the edge of the green belt in the suburbs, this is a good job, if no one handles these tree seeds, they will also rot on the street, but now they are wrapped, but it has become a serious business, Peng Cheng squatted on the side of the road, waving to Xiaobao from afar.

"Brother, are you out?" Xiao Bao ran over and went to the deep ditch behind him to relieve himself as usual, and then ran over while tugging at his pants.

"Well, it's only twenty-four hours, and the police can't protect it for long. Peng Cheng said with a hippie smile, threw the cigarette butt casually, and stepped on the ground to extinguish it.

"Brother, wouldn't it be nice for you and your sister-in-law to either get married, or get married?" Xiao Bao didn't seem to be able to say whether it was better to get married or pulled, but he was definitely not good now.

Peng Cheng looked at the workers hanging from the trees, and a large truck roared past, and the ground was undulated by twelve pairs of wheels, rolling up dust all over the ground and hitting his face. Xiao Bao cursed in a low voice, Peng Cheng also closed his eyes, who said it wasn't? Even he himself felt that it was good now, and he was about to find no new excuse to deceive himself, so Xiao Bao waited for him to answer, but he had nothing to say.

He has money, and every two or three days, at least 20,000 yuan comes into his account, and he has a share with Xiaobao, how beautiful his life is! Even an old man sat on his Xiaobao, and now he is married to a daughter-in-law, what's wrong with him? Why can't he still do it? Not yet, then what else does it do? But why does he Peng Cheng think that he can't do it in his heart?

The two men squatted on the side of the road as if they were pushing a flatbed truck in the early years, staring at the busy workers on the isolation belt, one with firm eyes, the other lowered his head and looked at his feet: "Bao, you keep an eye here, my brother didn't sleep all night last night, my brother went to sleep in the car for a while." ”