"Yo, my daughter is back." The original father grinned, revealing his yellowed teeth.

He got up from the recliner with a "hey, hey, hey" smile and walked quickly to Dill in a few steps.

The original father was only in his forties, but the person standing in front of him was old.

Most of his hair was already half white, and it was piled up on top of his head, like a pile of frost, snow and withered grass.

As he smiled, his thin skin gathered together, folding deep wrinkles one after another, like a cracked ravine in the dry earth, hideous and terrifying.

At this moment, the original father was smiling at her with a flattering face.

Dill thought of what this man had done to the original owner on weekdays, and the shameless thoughts behind his flattering smile, and couldn't help but feel sick in her heart.

She staggered her father's hand towards her, brushed it straight past him, and entered her room without saying a word, slamming the door shut.

Before the original father's outstretched hand could withdraw his hand, the smile on his face was also stiff on his face, and the whole person stood stiffly in place, obviously, he did not expect that his "daughter" would have such an attitude towards him.

After being stunned for a while, the original father came back to his senses, a trace of annoyance flashed in his cloudy eyes, and he muttered something in his mouth uncleanly, and walked to the dill house angrily.

"Knock knock" There was a strong slamming sound on the door, accompanied by the loud shouts of the original father.

Seeing that he knocked on the door for a long time and still didn't respond, the original father kicked the door angrily.

Although it was to vent, it didn't use much effort.

After all, if the door is kicked in, you have to pay for a new one. The original father was reluctant to waste money on these unnecessary things.

The silence outside didn't last long, and it became noisy again.

It was as if someone had kicked open the gate of the courtyard, followed by the heavy footsteps of a group of people, and then the rude insults and scolds of the group.

Such a scene is not unfamiliar in the memory of the original owner. It's what happens when creditors come to the door to collect their debts.

Hearing this, the original owner would come out of his room and deal with the people with his father.

However, today, dill does not plan to go out.

She wanted to see what would happen to the group of people if her "ATM" didn't show up.

After the creditors tossed for a while and saw that there was no movement, they asked the original father in a low voice: "Didn't you just say that your daughter has come back, why haven't our brothers seen anyone after so much trouble?" ”

The original father cautiously accompanied the smiling face, bowed his head and replied: "This girl is at home, but she has been stuffy in the house, and I don't know what she is doing in it." ”

The creditors were obviously not satisfied with the original father's answer.

They don't care what the original song will do in the house, all they care about is when the original father will be able to pay back the money he owes.

The long wooden stick slammed on the ground, making a dull sound, and the head of the creditor looked at the original father fiercely, and said with a cruel smile: "I don't care about this, you quickly call your daughter out, otherwise"

He didn't go on, but his father had already trembled several times under the man's cruel gaze, like a frightened quail.

"Okay," said the original father, "I'll find a way, and I'll let her come out quickly and pay back the money." ”