My 1979

Pan Yingdao said, "Liu Shan and the others were playing cards at Sang Chunbiao's house. I've been seeing them until now. They have broken up, so I stopped by your place to have a look. I sent you a Penguin message, but you didn't reply to me."

Sang Chunbiao is Sang Yongyang's son and Sang Chunling's cousin. They usually play together.

"I didn't board the Penguin." He Zhou squatted on the threshold, lit the cigarette he had smoked from the table during the day, and blew out a smoke ring. "Who are playing cards?"

"There are many, including Sang Chunbiao, Liu Shan, Jiawei, and Chu Dongpo." Pan Ying also sat on the threshold.

"Jiawei doesn't have a dime in his pocket, why are you going to slap someone in the face?" He Zhou knew very well what kind of urine Jiawei was.

Pan Ying pointed to himself, "What else would I do? He contributes the effort and I contribute the money."

He Zhou glanced at her in surprise, "Why can't I encounter such a good thing?"

Pan Ying hugged his legs and said with a smile, "You don't have time, why don't you wait until next time."

"Looking at your attitude, have you won money?" He Zhou asked.

Pan responded, "Of course. The two of us who were the bankers, pressured them and won more than ten thousand, each of us won half."

He Zhou chased after him and asked, "Where is Jiawei now?"

Liu Jiawei is still five hundred yuan short of him!

He borrowed it years ago and has not paid it back yet. He has to find a way to get it back while Liu Jiawei has money in his pocket!

Pan responded, "Go home."

He Zhou quickly took out his mobile phone, and as soon as he logged into Penguin, he received three messages, all from Pan Ying.

"Where are you?"

"Are you tired?"

"Are you keeping vigil?"

He turned the phone screen to Pan Ying and said with a smile, "Look, I just received it now."

"It's okay." Pan Ying said nonchalantly.

He Zhou sent a message to Liu Jiawei.

"Where are the people?"

Within a few seconds, I received a laughing emoticon.

"Pay back the money." He Zhou said crisply and went straight to the point.

"No money."

"Where's the money won from playing cards?" He Zhou had long been used to his shamelessness.

"There is a traitor in our team, who told you."

"Hurry up and pay back the money!" He Zhou was too lazy to bother with him.

"I've already gone to bed. I'll talk about it tomorrow if I have anything to say."

"Support online banking transfers." Then he quickly entered a series of account numbers.

"The wealth we just gathered cannot be lost so easily. I will give it to you tomorrow, tomorrow."

Just as He Zhou was about to reply, Liu Jiawei sent another message, "I'm going to bed first. If you have anything to do, we'll talk about it tomorrow."

"Believe it or not, I'm wearing mourning clothes and knocking on your door now." After He Zhou sent this viciously, Liu Jiawei became obviously nervous, but no matter what Liu Jiawei said, he didn't reply.

After a while, his mobile phone received a text message saying that 1,000 yuan had arrived.

The mobile phone retail store vibrated, and when it picked up, it was Liu Jiawei's call.

"Hey, we have been good brothers for many years, do we need to be so powerful?"

Liu Jiawei complained as soon as he came up.

He Zhou said angrily, "I'm asking you for money, or am I wrong?"

Liu Jiawei chuckled and said, "Brother, are you such an unreasonable person? I transferred 500 more to you without looking at it? Just treat it as a reward for you, put away your little belly and chicken intestines, and make people laugh."

"Fuck you, just take it as interest. Next time I lend you money, I will be your grandson." After that, he hung up the phone.

Pan Ying's mouth was already open. He wanted to laugh, but suddenly he thought that this was a sad and serious occasion, and the funeral hall was still here, so he couldn't laugh.

"Excuse me."

She held it back.

"It's okay." He Zhou put his cell phone away, but it didn't have much battery left.

"You two are so funny. How about a few hundred yuan?" Pan Ying asked curiously.

"Sister, you are rich and don't understand the difficulties of poor people like us." He Zhou waved his hand, "Go back to bed quickly. I'm going back to the main room."

The brazier couldn't be extinguished, so he had to go in and continue burning paper money.

"I'll accompany you." Pan Ying followed him.

"Don't." He Zhou stopped him hastily, "Believe it or not, in less than ten minutes, I will have to come to you."

Pan Ying wanted to say something else, but her cell phone rang. When she saw it, it was indeed her father who was calling.

"Bye then."

He Zhou returned to the main room and continued guarding the brazier.

On the day He Weibao was cremated and buried, He Manjun finally came back, hugging his father's small grave and crying loudly.

Some people pitied him, some despised him, some scolded him, and so on.

Everyone tried to persuade him casually and asked him to go home, but he didn't respond. It was almost lunch time and the banquet was waiting at home. No one had time to care about him. He Laoxi asked He Zhou to wait for him here for fear of something happening. trouble.

On the grave covered with confetti and fireworks, only this pair of uncle and nephew remained.

"Uncle, are you hungry? Let's go back for dinner?" He Zhou wanted to light a cigarette, but finally held back. He found that he had smoked a lot these days.

"Great nephew, thank you for your hard work." He Manjun burst into tears.

He Zhou said, "Why do my family members say these things?"

"Your uncle, I am suffering." He Manjun choked up.

"Uncle, I know everything."

Of course He Zhou also thought He Manjun was pitiful, but there must be something hateful about a pitiful person.

He had heard a lot about He Manjun's deeds when he was young. The most gossiping thing was laziness and not doing his job properly, but in his opinion, the most hateful thing was beating his wife, although this seemed very common in rural areas.

He had met his former aunt Chu Xiuhong. She was in her forties, but she was still supple and smooth, and she looked no different from a little girl.

In the eyes of many people, Chu Xiuhong was not beaten away by He Manjun. What does it mean to beat his wife?

They attributed the main reason why He Manjun was alone now to laziness!

No money in your pocket!

If you have money in your pocket, you can beat your wife hard!

He Manjun took out a crumpled red plum cigarette from his pocket, and He Zhou went up to light it for him. He only heard him say, "I have no shortage of opportunities in my life. I joined the army after graduating from junior high school. What about your second grandfather?" You know, how close would his relationship be?

Either his comrade-in-arms or his old subordinate, no matter how old he is, I can be prosperous!

But, he just refused to do it, and I quit the army out of anger.

Otherwise, how could I be like this? An old loser like Chu Xiurong could suppress me. "

"Haha." He Zhou's last bit of goodwill towards him was gone. "Uncle, let's go home for dinner. If you stay late, you'll end up eating ashes from the bottom of the pot."

"Grand nephew, do you think I have been aggrieved all my life?" He Manjun hoped that his nephew would understand him.

He Zhou said, "Uncle, life was not easy in the past. My mother was still a woman. We relied on her at home and abroad. I often heard her say how difficult it was in the past."

He Manjun said, "How many women like your mother are willing to sacrifice their lives? I made one mistake after another, and then I married a broom star. From then on, my life has not gone smoothly. If your former aunt had your mother, Half of it, I can close my eyes even if I die.”