The Big Landlord

There was a robbery!

There were knives in front of and behind it, Wang Ben dared to move, his heart was pounding, and he didn't even dare to let out the air. He straightened his body and looked at these people. In addition, there should be seven or eight behind them. He was about the same age as him, with a sloppy appearance, a typical second-rate attire, and the scarred face in front of him with a machete around his neck and viciously telling him to hand over the money should be the head of this group of people.

It must have been seen when he was counting the money just now, and he followed him all the way, and he was robbed. This money should not be exposed casually. Wang Ben took a deep breath, forced himself to calm down, and said slowly: " Let go first, and I'll get you the money!"

"Brother Ben, I'm afraid!" Linglong's whole face turned pale with fright, she tightly clasped Wang Ben's hand and leaned against her.

"Fuck away, little brat!" Scar said fiercely with a fierce look on his face. With one hand, he ruthlessly pulled Linglong out two meters away, and then another hooligan grabbed his arm tightly and took out A dagger swayed, and there was a sense of coercion with Linglong.

"Don't bully children!" Wang Ben shouted sharply, his mouth was not timid, but his body still did not dare to move, and his heart was even more helpless. He wanted to lie to these hooligans to let go of money, and then went to the space with Linglong. Going to hide is impossible now.

The current situation is simply beyond his control. He can only watch these people take out all the money from their bodies, and not even leave a few pieces of travel expenses. The hooligan didn't hurt anyone, got the money and walked away arrogantly.

"Brother Ben!" Linglong flew over and threw himself into Wang Ben's arms.

"Wow!"

She began to cry aloud. She, who had been crying before, was so threatened that she did not dare to cry a little.

"Okay, it's alright," Wang Ben squatted on the ground, patted the little back lightly, and comforted softly.

Squinting at the direction where the group of hooligans were going away, he stared, one fist clenched, hmph, this must not be the case today.

Led by Scarface, a group of people grinned and swayed, walked forward for two or three hundred meters, turned into another alley, and walked a few dozen meters, entered an alley, and came to a row of In front of the dilapidated and small private house, the door of a house was pushed open.

A three-bedroom house is dimly lit, and the ground is cold and damp. It is not an exaggeration to describe it as dirty, messy, or poor. The melon seed peels and popsicle paper that can be seen everywhere are so thick that most people can't get it down. Feet, dirty clothes are thrown everywhere, I don't know how long I haven't washed them.

Sitting in the living room was a tall and burly man, banging melon seeds while watching a black-and-white TV. As soon as he entered the door with a scarred face, he leaned over with a smile on his face and handed over all the money he had just grabbed, proud of it. The land reported, "Brother Wu, we made a fortune today. Just now, I met a native farmer who came into the city with thousands of dollars, haha!"

"Good job, I'll drink later!" The man patted his hand with the money, looked at Scar's face in admiration, and smiled with satisfaction.

"Bang!"

The door was kicked open, and Wang Ben appeared at the door, holding the things he just bought in one hand and Linglong in the other. Everything was exactly the same as before the robbery.

"Fuck you, how dare you come to the door!" Scarface shouted, and got up with a few hooligans, took out the knife and ran straight over.

Wang Yi stood upright, but instead took a small step towards the door, without frowning, without even looking at the scarred face,

Instead, he stared intently at the man in the room, his eyes were full of round eyes, and his face was full of anger and disbelief.

"Go away!" The man in the room said, and directly drank Scarface and the others back.

"Benzi, when did you come back?" He hurriedly walked over and exclaimed in surprise.

"Zhan Wu, you really do!" Wang Ben gave a sarcastic thumbs up and said angrily, "If I didn't bring money today, I really don't know what you're doing."

The man in front of him is a friend who he grew up with and has always had a good relationship with, but has not seen each other for more than two years, Zhou Zhanwu, the son of the neighbor's uncle Tuesday. He followed a group of people with Scarface all the way. He originally planned to find the whereabouts of these people, and then implement measures such as calling the police, but he did not expect to see such a familiar person through the window.

Zhan Wu immediately understood the origin of the money in his hand, turned around, swiped the money directly on the scar on Scar's face, and scolded, "Tell you to rob me!"

"I'm sorry, Ben, they don't know you," he smiled apologetically again.

"Bring the money!" Wang Ben stretched out his hand, his face expressionless, and he didn't even want to look straight.

He took the handed money and put it in his pocket, without turning his head, he took Linglong and turned around and walked away quickly, his eyes were fixed on the ground, his pupils were tightly stretched, and after walking a few meters away, he suddenly turned around halfway. Come, pointed at Zhan Wu and said sternly: "I will never know you again!"

After walking two meters away again, Zhan Wu's unwilling roar suddenly came from behind, "Do you think I would like it? It's not that I was beaten by others when I entered the factory, and I went to the construction team without paying wages. The clothing store was burned, what the hell am I doing now!"

The voice stopped abruptly, followed by his footsteps. Wang Ben stood there for two seconds and then turned around again, still expressionless, but his voice was much lower, "Find a place to sit."

A very ordinary teahouse in a remote location, two cups of Gaiwan tea for one yuan a cup, two friends who hadn't seen each other in several years, Wang Ben pulled the timid Linglong beside him, held his small hands gently, crossed his fingers, and sat on the back chair. , looked at each other, there was no joy of reunion, but a serious face.

"Go back to Xiushuiwan, do farm work, there's nothing wrong with living a normal life," Wang Ben said slowly, cutting through the quiet air.

"No, I'm not willing to go back like this," Zhan Wu shook his head firmly and answered very simply.

Half an hour of communication, very few words, the scene of talking about everything in childhood has gradually disappeared with the growth of age, with the dream in my heart, with the choice of life.

Everyone has the right to choose life. In order to pursue a leisurely and comfortable life, Wang Ben chose to return to the countryside to farm; in order to pursue the glory of wealth and honor, for the unwillingness in his heart, Zhan Wu chose to continue to struggle in the city. , despite unscrupulous means, but also want to make a comeback.

"Let's go back to the village when you have time," Wang Ben said earnestly again before leaving.

"I will," Zhan Wu nodded and answered with certainty.

Shaking hands with each other, rubbing fists lightly, turning around and leaving, maybe from now on, it is this kind of adult etiquette between them.