"Why is it just you?"

Zhao Cuihua couldn't help but ask.

The driver hurriedly said: "Liu ** has a meeting in the evening, and he asked me to pick up my uncle and take him to the hospital." ”

When Zhao Cuihua heard this, she was displeased, but her son didn't come, and it was useless for her to lose her temper with the driver.

Back in the house, Zhao Cuihua accompanied her and said to Liu Futang: "My son is going to have a meeting in the evening, he will send a driver to pick you up, let's go!" ”

When Liu Futang heard that his son didn't come to pick him up in person, and it was night, he couldn't help but change his face and said, "No need to go, I'm cured of my illness." ”

"What are you doing here?"

Zhao Cuihua said and reached out to pull Liu Futang who was lying on the kang.

"That's it! I said I don't want to go, if you want me to live a few more days, then let the driver go back, you invite Dr. Feng from the village tomorrow and give me a few pairs of Chinese medicine, I know my illness. ”

Liu Futang shouted at Zhao Cuihua at the top of his voice.

At this time, Liu Xiong, who was sleeping in the West House, walked in with his eyes rubbed, and he said coldly: "Since you don't want to go, then what kind of call will I make." ”

"You're a ......"

Liu Futang was so angry that he grabbed the pillow on the kang and smashed it towards Liu Xiong.

Liu Xiong's body flashed, and the pillow slammed into the door frame.

"Love doesn't go."

Liu Xiong sneered, turned around and left.

This made Liu Futang's eyes widen with anger, and his breathing suddenly became a little difficult.

Zhao Cuihua hurriedly said, "Okay! If you don't want to go, we won't go, and I'll send the driver back. ”

When she came to the gate, Zhao Cuihua lowered her voice and said to the driver sitting in the car: "Go back!" We don't go to the hospital anymore.

You give Liu Cheng a message, just say that he will come to see his father when he is free. ”

After Zhao Cuihua finished speaking, she turned around and went back to the house.

Liu Futang, who was lying on the kang, groaned again and again, and Zhao Cuihua knew in her heart that Liu Futang was a bastard who was sad and sad for his son Liu Xiong, and he was not sensible.

"Hey! What's the use of having children, you say?

The eldest son is promising, but he doesn't go home after he becomes a big leader, and you say that he has been home several times.

The second child is even more unconscious, with long hair mixed with society, I think he will have an accident sooner or later.

The third child is even more ponytail with tofu, and he can't mention it at all, if he doesn't cause trouble at home, I will burn high incense.

It's the daughter who is the most sensible and caring, but she ran away from home......"

Zhao Cuihua muttered quietly, and she cried as she spoke.

Liu Futang turned over and stood up, he pointed at Zhao Cuihua and shouted, "You get out too!" Lao Tzu is not dead, what are you crying about? ”

Zhao Cuihua didn't dare to cry, but she whispered: "Your son is not filial, you only have the ability to be angry with me." ”

Liu Futang was furious, and when he heard his wife's chatter, he was about to have a seizure, only to see a fat pig running in.

"Uncle Liu! Are you alright? I wasn't at home today, and I found out about it when I came back in the evening. ”

Liu Futang nodded and said, "It's okay, you sit down, I have something you need to do tomorrow." ”

When the fat pig heard this, he immediately smiled and asked, "What's the matter?" You said. ”

"You go to the county tomorrow, find Liu Cheng and Liu Biao, and let them all go home tomorrow night.

You give ten dollars to the fat pig. ”

Liu Futang said, and waved his hand at his wife.

The fat pig peeked at Zhao Cuihua, and he said in a very low voice: "Forget it, I have the money to take the car." ”

"It's okay to give five yuan, and you can't spend it all together for a meal in the car."

Zhao Cuihua said and got up to get the money.

Liu Futang suddenly said loudly: "If you take ten yuan, you will take ten yuan, why do you have so many things?" ”

Zhao Cuihua glared angrily, and she threw ten yuan on the edge of the kang.

You must know that ten yuan is a lot, and if you work outside the side business, you can earn twenty or thirty yuan a month.

"Then I'll go, this thing will be done tomorrow."

The fat pig picked up the banknote, and he quickly turned around and ran, as if he was afraid that Liu Futang would change his mind.

As soon as the fat pig left, Zhao Cuihua was about to lose her temper with Liu Futang, but Liu Futang waved his hand at her and said, "You! Money is more important than anything else.

The era is different, you still think it was a few years ago?

I, the village chief, am becoming less and less authoritative, haven't you noticed? Therefore, when necessary, I have to use some means, don't give sweetness, and who will follow me. ”

Liu Futang's words made Zhao Cui have nothing to say for a while, but she still rolled her eyes twice unhappily.

The next day, in the evening, a black car stopped at the entrance of the village and did not drive towards the village.

Two people got out of the car, one was Liu Biao, who had long hair and shoulder-length, and the other was Liu Futang's eldest son, Liu Cheng, who looked to be thirty-five or sixteen years old, short and thin, and had a pair of glasses on the bridge of his nose.

The two hurried, without saying a word, walked through the village and headed straight for their home.

Liu Futang, who was lying on the kang and moaning repeatedly, heard the footsteps in the courtyard, and his screams became even louder.

"Dad! If you don't feel well, let's go to the hospital to see, what are you doing like this? ”

As soon as Liu Cheng walked into the door, he said with a frown.

"What do you mean? Is it bothering you again? You can not come back at all.

It's okay, your mother and I were frugal back then, desperately providing for you to go to college, and we just raised a white-eyed wolf. ”

Liu Futang turned over and sat up, he was so angry that he patted the edge of the kang and yelled loudly.

Liu Cheng didn't dare to speak, he lowered his head silently.

"Dad! Are you alright? ”

Liu Biao accompanied him carefully, and he asked softly.

"Fuck off! I can't die. ”

Liu Futang was furious, and he was not polite to anyone.

At this time, Liu Xiong walked in from the Westinghouse, and as soon as he saw his two elder brothers, he stood behind them honestly.

At home, Liu Xiong can not listen to his father and mother, but he doesn't dare not listen to the words of his two elder brothers, which may be the suppression of blood.

At this time, Zhao Cuihua walked in from outside the door.

"Do you still have this home in your heart? If your dad couldn't come up in one breath yesterday, then today is the mourning hall. ”

Liu Cheng slowly raised his head, and he whispered: "Dad's health seems to have always been good, why did he suddenly get sick?" Is there something unhappy again? ”

"Then you ask this shameless thing."

Zhao Cuihua couldn't help it, she pointed at Liu Xiong and said loudly.

Liu Cheng's eyes widened, and his sharp eyes looked directly at Liu Xiong.

"It's you again, how much trouble have you caused, if it weren't for the family carrying it for you, would you still be standing here?

Say! What's going on this time? ”

Liu Cheng's voice was not high, but it sounded a little strict.

Liu Biao saw that Liu Xiong didn't speak, he stepped forward and grabbed Liu Xiong's neck.

"Get on your knees! What the hell is going on? ”

Liu Xiong's legs weakened, and he knelt on the ground with a plop.