My Sister is a Big Star

Chapter 591 What Should I Call You?

Xujia Town has the tallest and most exquisite villa, and the location is good, just beside the road. Even in a town where high-rise buildings have been built on the ground in recent years, it is a well-deserved leader.

According to the owner of the house, it was designed by a well-known designer. If such a villa is lost in first-tier cities such as Shanghai and Shenzhen, it will not be worth 10 million each.

The villa was built six years ago, but it was not the owner of the villa who paid for it, but his brother-in-law.

To be more precise, he was the younger brother in the early stage.

The owner of the villa is called Song Zhongji, a rotten person who idles around all day long and likes to gamble. In the era when he lived by farming, a man who doesn't like to work in the fields is not a rotten person?

Such a man was single until he was twenty-five before marrying Xu Ru from the same village.

If you want to say that these two families are about the same, they are all down-and-out households who are so poor that their families are bare.

After getting married, Song Zhongji was still fond of gambling, but at least he knew how to work in the fields and knew that he had to support his family. Xu Ru is also a woman who is used to hard work, and the couple can live a decent life.

Twenty years ago, this family was still a muddy yellow mud house. Every year, Song Zhongji would see mud piled up on the outer wall of the loess house. After all, it cannot be compared with a brick house. Over time, the outer wall of the loess house will gradually peel off.

At that time, there were already many brick houses in the town.

In twenty years, that loess house has turned into a brick house, and from a brick house into a villa.

It really complies with the old saying that Feng Shui takes turns.

This Song Zhongji, without paying attention, became the most arrogant local leopard in the town.

Everything is due to his brother-in-law. I heard that he made money doing business in other places and became a big boss. Good guy, a villa can be built as soon as it is built. Song Zhongji’s 300,000 BMW was also a gift from his brother-in-law. . Song Zhongji had two sons, the eldest son was left by Xu Ru, and the youngest son was born to his second wife. The eldest son is now studying abroad, and his uncle also pays all living and tuition fees.

Xu Yao, everyone in the town said that it was the golden phoenix that flew out from Xu's town.

It's a pity that Xu Ru was unlucky, and left early after not enjoying a few years of blessings. Such a big villa is cheap for other women.

Xu Yao seldom went back to Xujia Town, and after Xu Ru left, he would never come back. He would only drive to the grave to pay respects to his sister during Qingming and Chinese New Year.

However, he was very angry. A few years ago, the town became more and more prosperous, and more people bought cars, but the roads were not good enough, so I asked Song Zhongji to ask Xu Yao in the town.

The road was repaired the next year, and because of this, Song Zhongji's position in the town was elevated and unbreakable.

How could an idle gambler have such a good life? Why?

In the final analysis, it was probably because he couldn't marry a wife, and it was because he couldn't marry a wife that he married Xu Ru.

"Relay, relay... are you at home?" An old man stood in front of the wrought iron gate of the villa and yelled vigorously.

Soon, a middle-aged man with a big belly came out of the villa.

Song Zhongji turned 50 this year, his face is full of red, his hair is dyed every year, and his hair is black and thick. Years of pampering made him look less like a mud-legged person, and more like a successful township entrepreneur.

"Your brother-in-law is back." The uncle said.

"Why is he here? It's not a festival." Song Zhongji looked around the door in a daze, "Where is he?"

"At the entrance of the town, when I came back from the field, I saw his car parked there," said the uncle, "You must be rich again, and I will give Bao Da Jiba a whip."

Song Zhongji patted his chest: "Come find me tomorrow."

It is difficult to cherish things that are easily obtained, so Song Zhongji is famous for his generosity. It is because of his generosity that there are fewer gossips and cynicism in the town.

No matter what you say in private, in front of your face, everyone will give you a thumbs up and say "proud".

After the uncle left, Song Zhongji stood downstairs and shouted: "Zhilong, Zhilong..."

The window was pushed open, and a young man wearing glasses poked his head and said irritably, "What are you shouting for, just like a countryman."

Song Zhongji didn't take it seriously,

Instead, he smiled all over his face: "Come down quickly, your uncle is here. It's at your mother's side, let's go there quickly."

The young man went downstairs quickly, wearing short-sleeved pants and a pair of sandals, flapping.

It was the summer vacation, and he came back from abroad. He was glamorous outside, but he was slovenly at home, and he complained as he walked: "Why is uncle here at this time? I landed 98K in this round, and I feel like I can eat chicken today."

But he respects and fears the serious uncle, so he can only resist eating chicken.

After the father and son left, a woman came out of the house, ate melon seeds, and spit out the shells far away with a bah sound, with a strange air: "I have been dead for more than ten years, and my ghost still lingers."

…

The four of Qin Ze walked on the loess road in the mountains, with rolling tea forests on both sides, and the cemetery in Xujia Town was in the tea forest.

This is the hottest time of the day, no one is picking tea, the green tea leaves reflect the sunlight, the mountains are silent and far away from the hustle and bustle.

Paired with a cemetery, it will have the taste of a horror movie.

Su Yu was wearing a hat with a big brim, his head was sweating profusely from the heat, and his temple hair was sticking to his cheeks.

"Why don't you sweat?" Su Yu wiped his sweat with a tissue.

"If I don't exercise, I usually don't sweat." Qin Ze said.

The weaker the body, the easier it is to sweat. For example, a man with kidney deficiency will sweat a few pounds after eating noodle soup.

"President Xu, it's been a while since I've been back." Under the sun, Qin Ze squinted his eyes and looked at the cemetery.

"It's been a long time, even if I come back, I'll stop here." Xu Yao also narrowed his eyes.

Qin Ze said with a smile: "Wealth and honor do not return home, like brocade clothes walking at night."

Xu Yao said in a deep voice, "I have no face to come back."

"Interesting," Qin Ze withdrew his gaze and stared at him: "Boss Xu, who built an industrial empire in Wencheng, covering almost half of the south, you have no face, who else has face?"

Xu Yao didn't answer.

When he arrived at the grave, Qin Ze silently cleared the weeds around Xu Ru's grave, and burned some tin foil and yellow paper brought by Hangzhou.

Su Yu and Xu Guang watched, Xu Yao wanted to do something several times, but he held back.

"I bought a little too much, help me burn it together." Qin Ze took the initiative to hand him the dark goods.

Xu Yao nodded.

After the things were burned, the incense was lit, and the four held the incense to worship.

The positions are very interesting. Qin Ze stands at the front, Xu Guang and Xu Yao are on his left and right, and Su Yu stands a little further away.

Song Zhongji, Song Zhilong and his son came under the scorching sun, carrying bright red plastic bags in their hands, with the dark goods bought in the town across the inside.

"Arong, why are you here today, and you didn't call me," Song Zhongji said in an angry voice, with a warm smile on his face, as if he was not here to visit the grave, but to greet a distinguished guest.

While speaking, he looked at Qin Ze and the others in confusion, as if wondering why they were here to visit his late wife's grave.

Except for Xu Yao, he didn't know anyone present, so he inevitably looked at Su Yu a few more times.

This kind of beautiful woman can't be seen in Xujia Town, and she can only be compared with the big stars on TV.

Song Zhilong's eyes were even more glued to Su Yu's face, like a magnet attached to iron, and he couldn't move it away.

Xu Yao just glanced at the father and son indifferently, before returning his attention to Qin Ze.

Sister, Aze came to see you.

Be with me.

I dream about today, even if he doesn't know anything.

"You...are Ah Guang?" Song Zhongji recognized Xu Guang, even though he hadn't seen him for more than ten years. Strictly speaking, he and Xu Guang were barely childhood playmates. When he was a teenager, he wandered around the town, went into the water to fish, climbed trees to dig eggs, and a group of dolls followed him.

Xu Guang and Xu Yao are one of them. Xujia Town is so big that there are no strangers.

After so many years, Xu Guang's appearance has not changed, it's hard not to recognize him.

Song Zhongji hurriedly took out the big chicken bully and handed the cigarettes. Just like himself, Xu Lan's family is not what it used to be. I heard that Xiaolan's son and daughter are now big stars. Stars, in the eyes of the small town of Xujia Town , which symbolizes high-end atmosphere and high grade.

People of Song Zhongji's age lived in a small town and had no interest in paying attention to the entertainment industry. If the people around him hadn't said this, he wouldn't have known that Xu Lan's children had become big stars.

Back then, Xiaolan would bring her son to live with him for a period of time every summer vacation.

It didn't matter to Song Zhongji, the simple food in the countryside was worth a little money, and accommodation was not a problem, the most important thing in the countryside was the room.

And Xu Lan would give him 1,000 yuan for board and lodging every month. In 2000, the money was quite a lot, enough for him to smoke, drink, and play dice.

But her son is a bit skinny, he doesn't like it very much, he often beats up Zhilong because of his age. For this reason, he often complained to Xu Ru. Surprisingly, when encountering such a topic, a woman who has always been gentle and gentle, reacted very violently like a cat with fur.

After a few quarrels, Song Zhongji stopped talking about it.

Song Zhongji opened the plastic bag, took out yellow paper and other things, and was suddenly blocked by someone. He raised his head, and the handsome young man who always seemed familiar smiled and said, "Uncle!"

"You are?" Song Zhongji looked at Xu Yao.

But Xu Yao ignored him, and the son behind him whispered, "Dad, he is Qin Ze."

Qin Ze? !

My God.

Song Zhongji was shocked at the time.

The young man in front of him is the plain-looking Pi Xiaozi back then?

An assistant: mmp

I've only heard about the Eighteen Changes of Women's University, but boys can do it too?

This is not the eighteen male changes, this is nuclear fission.

I remember one time when my son was beaten by Qin Ze again, and he cried in front of him (because calling his mother was useless), he was also very helpless, complained to Xu Ru, wanted to quarrel, and complained to Xu Lan, but they didn't like him.

So he patted his son's head and said: "This kind of city people have the dirtiest heart, and they will definitely not be successful in the future, and they will definitely not be as handsome as you."

Now, looking at Qin Ze, and then at his slovenly son, his face hurts.

"Ah, Ze..." Song Zhongji smiled awkwardly.

I remember that he used to stare at little Qin Ze with vicious eyes in private, trying to scare this little kid from the city into a good behavior and stop beating his son all the time.

If you don't have the courage to fight, it's a thousand dollars.

"It's rare for me to visit Aunt Xu, and I want to say something to her alone. You two should go back first, or come to worship after we leave." Qin Ze said.

His voice was very gentle, but his tone was not gentle at all. It was not a discussion, but an order that could not be refused.

Song Zhongji was fine. His youthful experience had long since made this man abandon his so-called dignity, and he was very round and smooth.

These days, young people with a little bit of culture like to think highly of themselves and highlight their individuality. Things like celebrities are most disdained by them. These words, in the ears of Song Zhilong, who was studying abroad, were extremely harsh, and they were extremely condescending, crushing his own dignity.

At this moment, he finally recalled the fear of being hanged and beaten by Qin Ze, and the shame of being an obedient younger brother.

He didn't like Qin Ze at all, because of his unhappy childhood memories, not only was he often bullied by Qin Ze, but also his mother's almost unreasonable partiality.

The city kid who comes to the house every year wears beautiful clothes that he envies, and there is always a bit of condescension in his words.

"I never eat popsicles that cost 20 cents."

"Mouse feces, I've been tired of eating things for a long time, I see you are enjoying it."

"I don't want to drink this kind of soda, I only drink AD calcium milk."

"Do you like that little flower next door? It's ugly to death, my sister is much prettier than her."

Can piss people off.

And just now, when worshiping his mother, this man stood at the front, and even his uncle was one place behind him.

Why?

The way his uncle looked at him made Song Zhilong even more unbalanced. You must know how good his uncle is to him, even his cousins are not as good as him.

But he had never seen his uncle look at him like that.

Why?

Song Zhilong said angrily, "Why?"

This is my mother's grave, why let us go.

Who do you think you are.

Still as high as ever, why, I am a talented student studying abroad, and my uncle is a big boss worth tens of billions.

I am no worse than you.

"Get lost!" Qin Ze yelled as if he had lost his little patience.

Song Zhilong felt a strange pressure, which made him instinctively timid. But he stiffened his neck and remained motionless.

Xu Yao frowned, and said in an unhappy tone, "You go first."

Song Zhilong: "..."

I felt so sad, like a soldier charging ahead, suddenly turned around and found that his general had surrendered to the enemy.