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The eyes of the old pimple and the fat man were straight again, but no saliva flowed down. They stared at the eighteen cards that Han Qing had put down, their frustrated expressions indescribable.

"You big 'mountain cannon', you have two kings in your hands, why don't you take it apart? It's not a doubling of the game this time, as long as we win! The old pimple gritted his teeth with hatred, and raised his hand to give Du Fatzi a punch.

Du Fat Man was not ambiguous, and gave himself a big mouth again, and howled: "The two kings are doubled, am I not used to fucking?" Who knew this kid was so neat! ”

At this time, Mia pushed the door in with a bunch of food and drink, and said, "It's really cold outside, but it's still warm inside!" Quick, I've got it back for you, eat and drink! ”

"Eat a fart!" Du Fatzi said.

"!" The old pimple said.

Through the window, seeing the two of them walking out of the courtyard gate, Han Qing and Mia both laughed "haha".

"Laugh, you know laugh! It scared the hell out of me! I've got my knives ready, and if I can't do it, I'll have to be hard! Lao Song took out a sharp knife from his arms and put it on the edge of the kang. At the same time, he wiped the sweat on his face, he knew in his heart that the old pimple and Du Fatzi were both masters who bullied others in the village, so could they just eat dumb and lose money?

"Will the two of them come back to us?" Han Qing stopped smiling and asked with some concern.

"Oh? I don't think so, I think these two boys must go to the tavern at the entrance of the village to drink now. It's their habit of losing money. Lao Song glanced out the window and said.

"That's great! Uncle, put away your room photos. And this thousand yuan, it should be yours too, right? Han Qing handed the house photos and money to Lao Song. Lao Song took the room photo and said, "Boy, I really convinced you, but this thousand yuan was exchanged for the wolf you bit to death, and you should stay." ”

Han Qing smiled and said, "Uncle, I really don't need to, even if I honor you." I'll just put away my two thousand. Also, we should return this room photo to the person named Wang Jingyao immediately, I guess he is in the same situation as you. ”

Lao Song's eyes narrowed into a slit, and he was about to reach out to receive the money, but Mia snatched it. "I see, it's safer to keep it with me!"

"Yes, yes, he also likes to gamble. Ahem, gambling is a really harmful thing. Let's go, and we'll go and give it back to him." Old Song glanced at the money in Mia's hand out of the corner of his eye, and said with a smile.

The three of them walked out of the courtyard and walked along the alley to the entrance of the village, where a small forest appeared in front of them. There is a stone path in the woods. The snow on it has been cleared clean.

"Where does Wang Jingyao's family live?" Han Qing pointed to a huge mound outside the woods, where there was a red brick house. The red brick house is neatly arranged with a lot of timber halberds.

"Yes, this kid likes to live in high places, and living in high places is almost like living in a building in the city. I remember that when he built this house, he hired a lot of people to carry bricks and mud on it...... In those years, Wang Jingyao contracted the orchard in the township and made a lot of money. If it weren't for the fact that I love to play mahjong and push pai gow or something, I wouldn't be ...... now."

"For people like you, there is no limit to playing, and sooner or later something will happen!" Mia said hatefully.

"Yes, uncle, you ......"

"Alright, alright, I got it! I'll change, I'll change! Lao Liu seemed to have made a lot of determination.

The three of them went up to the mound and came to the door of the house. Lao Song was just about to raise his hand and knock on the door, when the door opened. A middle-aged man with unkempt hair walked out carrying a large black leather bag.

"Wang Jingyao, why are you going?" Lao Song stepped forward and pushed him, Wang Jingyao tilted his body, and his bag fell to the ground.

"What do you think I'm going to do? I can't afford to mess with it, can't I hide? ”

"Are those two boys determined to ask you to handle the transfer today?" Old Song said with a smile.

"What are you laughing at? Don't you have to go with it, too? Wang Jingyao sat on the leather bag and continued to mutter: "I won't go with them, I'll hide out, and then report the loss of the house photos." What do you do with them? ”

"Just you? Can you provoke those two unwanted masters? Let's go inside, I've got something good for you." Lao Song dragged Wang Jingyao up from the ground.

The house is similar to the old Song family's house, and the entrance is the kitchen. The floor is made of white tiles, and the stove is also glued with small milky white tiles, which looks clean and neat. There were two rooms on the left and right, and the four of them entered the room on the right, where there was a large kang, and there was a lace wooden cabinet on the east wall of the kang, and the wooden cabinet had a futon on it. There was also a cylindrical stove by the kang next to the door, and the stove tube was protruding into the tunnel. Burning the stove in this way can not only heat the heat, but also heat the kang. In the center of the floor there was a dining table and four wooden chairs.

With a "snap", Lao Song threw the room photo on the dining table. Wang Jingyao was stunned for a moment, her eyes immediately turned red, and she rushed over and grabbed it in her hand.

After Lao Song gave a detailed account of how he won back the house photo, Wang Jingyao knelt down for Han Qing and said, "Young man, thank you!" Just because I'm a gambler, my wife is gone, and my children have left me, this, this house...... You're a lifesaver for our family! ”

Han Qing hurriedly pulled him up, and said with a red face: "Uncle Wang, Uncle Wang, don't be like this, as long as you don't gamble in the future." ”

Wang Jingyao got up and said, "Okay, I won't say anything." Uncle told you that you can come to live in this house whenever you want, as long as you don't dislike it. Remember, this will be your home from now on! ”

Han Qing smiled and said, Okay, thank you!

"By the way, Jingyao, where are you going with your bag?" Lao Song suddenly remembered something, "Fang Zhao also helped you win it back, do you still want to leave?" ”

"No, it's almost March, the contract for the orchard has expired, and there is no money left. This house is ...... again Cough! Do not say! I'm going to work in the city, and a relative of mine helped me find it, and I'll talk about it when I make some money and come back......" Wang Jingyao casually took out a key from his pocket and handed it to Han Qing, "Little brother, are you going to do this?" You can come whenever you want, as long as you like. ”

Han Qing thought about it, then took the key and said, "That's fine, when will you come back, just tell me, I'll help you look at the house first." By the way, please give me your mobile phone number. ”

Wang Jingyao left with his bag on his back, looking at his back, Han Qing didn't know what it felt, but he felt sour in his heart.

"Uncle Wang used to have a car, and he also lost it." Mia suddenly said loudly. Han Qing knew that she was talking about it to her father Lao Song, and she didn't say anything, but just locked the door very seriously. Walk briskly down the mound.

"Han Qing, do you really want to live here?" Mia asked.

"I loved the air, the quietness. I want to stay here for a few days. Han Qing smiled, and Mia also smiled, this was what she wanted to hear the most.

Lao Song looked at the backs of the two children, and suddenly muttered in his heart: Old Pimple and Du Fatzi will definitely not give up, Han Qing should return to his own house as soon as possible!

Actually, Han Qing really wanted to go home. However, he did not dare to go home. It's hard for him to imagine how much money the hospital would have to pay for the broken snow plough now. I don't want to see my father Han Dalin's angry appearance. Han Qing has known since he was a child that his father is a person who loves money like his life. Also, he has understood that he and Amy have no future, let alone get together. However, he also has a wish, which is to see Amy again. After all, this is his first love, an unforgettable first love! Thinking of this, Han Qing couldn't help but touch the mobile phone in his pocket, he didn't dare to turn it on after Mia's house was charged. He was afraid of hearing his father's angry roar after turning on the camera, and he was even more afraid that the police would find him! After all, he drove away the hospital's snow plower, or rather, he stole a car! According to his current age, he is over 18 years old, and he has reached the age of legal responsibility!

In the past few days, Han Qing sometimes thinks that maybe many people think that he is dead, maybe it is not a bad thing!

After the old pimple and Du Fatzi came out of the Song family, they did go to the tavern at the entrance of the village to drink stuffy wine. Also, in less than half an hour, the two properties they had carefully planned were so easily won by an eighteen or nineteen-year-old child. Do you think you can not get angry? At the gambling table, they can be regarded as old rivers and lakes, why did they capsize in the small river ditch in such a daze?

The tavern is indeed very small, with three tables on it. It wasn't even noon, and the two of them began to eat, drink, and chat. Because the shop is small, there are no waiters, only the owner and the hostess are busy in the kitchen. From time to time, the boss and the hostess would glance at them. They knew that these two people drank very slowly, two dishes, two catties of wine, and they would never stop until the evening.

No, it's almost an afternoon, and these two boys are still grinding and chirping and don't want to leave, and it is estimated that they will have to pay their debts again.

"Huh? I said fatty, were we tricked by Lao Song? The old pimple suddenly asked with a wine glass.

Du Fatzi's hand that was picking vegetables stopped, and he replied with a frown: "I'm also figuring out, what's the problem?" You say, the two of us came to the door on our own initiative, right? ”

"Uh-huh!" Lao Pimple nodded, "However, Lao Song should know that we will find him to go through the transfer procedures in the morning, admit the gamble and admit defeat, and he agreed." ”

"Is that kid? Lao Song said that the guy bit off the wolf's neck with his teeth, and he didn't know if it was true. If it's true, then he, he's not an idle person! Du Fatman's eyes widened.

"At such a young age, he, is he really so ruthless? Did Lao Song scare us? ”

"Unless he's not human! cough, it's just a pity that the house of the old Song family, a bright red brick house, a lower house and a large courtyard of more than 200 square meters, how much is this worth! It doesn't matter if you want the broken house on the mound of Wang Jingyao's house, who dares to buy it? Du Fatzi slapped his chopsticks on the table fiercely.

"Hey, I said, there must be a lot of cash in that little cub's bag, aren't we ......" The old pimple raised his palm and made a downward cutting motion.

Du Fatzi was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously turned his head to look at the door, he always felt as if a person was standing outside the door. He simply got up, walked to the door, and pushed the door open, but it was gray and empty. He glanced down and jumped back into the house with a whoop. At the threshold, there is a bloody wolf's head!