Back in time, the day after Momo and Zhang Xiaohua took Grandma Zhang to Long Tomb Village to find the Dragon King, in a semi-new rental house on the outskirts of Tong'an City, there was suddenly a harsh sound of breaking glass.
The doors and windows in this rental house have long been sealed, so even in broad daylight, not much light enters, making it appear a bit dark and damp.
The floor is littered with all kinds of wine bottles, and the smell of alcohol permeates the sky.
Not leaving A bearded man was sitting at the foot of the bed, pouring himself a glass of liquor.
He looked sad, his hair was messy and fluffy, and his clothes were stained with wine.
It was obvious that he hadn't showered or dressed up in a long time.
There was a stench coming from his body, mixed with the smell of alcohol, which was nauseating.
"Damn it!"
In just one minute, the man drank another bottle of Huanghuashan, cursed, and threw the glass bottle on the floor.
There was a sharp bang, and the glass shards flew away like snowdrops in winter.
Come, one of the pieces of debris scratched the man's cheek, leaving a bright red scar immediately "Fuck!"
After being scratched, the man could no longer suppress the anger in his heart.
He roared at the top of his lungs and threw the unopened wine bottle he had just picked up on the floor.
"Jingle bell" When the man was going crazy and irritable, a noisy phone rang.
The man didn't want to answer it, but he glanced at the word mother that appeared on the caller ID.
After hesitating for a moment, he stretched out his trembling right hand and pressed answer. key.
The man took a deep breath, tried hard to control the anger in his heart, and asked softly on the phone: "Mom, why did you remember to call me?"
A middle-aged female voice came from the other end of the phone: "Xiao Liang, I haven't called my parents for so long.
My parents miss you."
Just as the man was about to speak, another old coughing voice came from the other end of the phone: "Ahem, I just go out and fool around all day long, and I haven't been home for a year and a half.
I don't have such a son."
"Don't blame your dad.
In fact, you also know that your dad is a talkative and misses you more than I do.
He keeps talking about you and Cheng Li in my ears all day long.
I am tired of listening to it.
Oh, yes "Well, your dad is sick.
The doctor said it's because of his old age and the cold air entering his body.
Please go home and take a look when you have time."
At this moment, her voice suddenly became much softer, with a hint of crying in her tone, "Actually, the doctor said that your dad has late-stage lung cancer.
He probably won't make it through the end of the year.
If you have time, bring Cheng Li to meet your dad."
Let’s meet for the last time.
I was afraid of affecting your dad’s mood, so I didn’t dare to tell him the truth.”
"By the way, where's Cheng Li?
Why didn't you hear his voice?"
"Yeah, I understand, Mom, the boy in Youcheng is doing well in the city.
He recently found a girl he likes.
He is busy dating and is away from home all day.
But I have already met my parents.
I passed that girl.
Although her family's economic conditions are average, she is quite hard-working and good-looking."
The man pretended to smile, but he stared at the black leather coat on the bedside with his eyes red.
A satisfied laugh came from the other end of the phone: "Haha, that's right.
You Chengli looks a bit like me when I was young, but You Liang, you are not that good.
How can an older brother let his younger brother get there first?
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At the end of this year, If you can’t find a girl you like, don’t go home, ahem.”
It turned out that the man who made the call was You Liang, but more than half a month ago, when he invited Ye Xingyou to Qiaoshan, Shaanxi Province to rob tombs, his oily-haired and pink-faced appearance now clearly looked like a down-and-out beggar.
You Liang took a slight breath and tried to suppress the tears that were spinning in the corners of his eyes: "Don't worry, dad, you Chengli's stupid look can find a partner.
Is it bad for me, You Liang?
Not only will I bring a girl back during the Chinese New Year, but I will also By the way, I’ll bring you a little one, so you can have a grandson next year.”
"Stop talking nonsense and remember to go home when you have time.
The phone bill is very expensive, so mom will hang up first."
The moment the phone was hung up, You Liang couldn't hold it back anymore.
Two lines of tears fell from the corners of his eyes.
He suddenly lay down at the foot of the bed and burst into tears.
After a long time, the crying became hoarse.
You Liang dragged his tired body and staggered to the bedside.
He looked at the leather clothes placed on the bedside.
After being silent for a long time, he cried bitterly and said to himself.
He muttered to himself: "Why wasn't I the one who died?
How should I explain it to my parents?
Moreover, my father has terminal lung cancer now.
God is so blind.
What should I do now?"
"No, dad is only in his fifties and is still young.
I have to find a way to treat him or else I will lose you and dad at the same time.
How can mom bear it?"
"It's a pity that I went to Shaanxi to rob a tomb and raised more than one million yuan.
Now I am not only empty-handed, but also heavily in debt.
What should I do?"
"By the way, didn't I take out a gold necklace from the ancient tomb?
I heard that gold was only refined during the Western Han Dynasty, and the ancient tomb was from the Yellow Emperor's period.
You can imagine the value of this gold necklace."
Touching the gold necklace around his neck, You Liang suddenly stood up and ran towards the bathroom as if he had found a life-saving straw.
After briefly washing up and not caring about dressing up, You Liang put on the leather jacket on the bedside, came downstairs, drove a semi-new Volkswagen, and drove forward.
For more than half an hour, You Liang arrived outside an antique shop with his leather coat.
The business of the antique shop seemed not to be very good.
At this moment, two middle-aged men were leisurely making tea in the antique shop.
"Oh, Mr.
Liang is here.
Mr.
Liang must have made a fortune and no longer likes our small shop.
Otherwise, why hasn't he come to visit us for half a year?"
One of the middle-aged men in yellow shirts had sharp eyes and saw it.
You Liang stood up at the door and greeted him.
This man in a yellow shirt has old yellow teeth, a middle-parted hairstyle, and a small goatee at the corner of his mouth.
His small eyes kept turning as he spoke.
Opposite him, sat a man in black clothes.
This man in black clothes had a regular crew cut, was short and stocky, and had a dull personality.
When he saw the man in yellow clothes standing up, he turned his head slightly and looked at You Liang.
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"Ouch, Mr.
Liang, why are you keeping a straight face and saying nothing?
This is not like your style."
Seeing no response, the man in yellow shirt added another sentence.
You Liang said nothing.
He walked forward and sat directly next to the man in the yellow shirt.
He poured himself a sip of tea.
After drinking it, he said: "Black Partridge, I have goods to sell.
You Can you afford it?"
Since You Chengli died, You Liang had a straight face. , but his mind is quick, and asking you if you can hold it back as soon as you open your mouth not only overwhelms the other party with momentum, but also invisibly increases the value of the chips.
After all, in this circle, it has become the norm for gangsters to take advantage of others.
If you are careful, you may suffer big losses.
The man called Black Partridge was slightly startled at first, then grinned, showing his big yellow teeth, and said with a happy smile: "Oh, Mr.
Liang has a very loud tone.
I heard from the gossip that more than half a month ago, Master Liang has done a lot of work.
Could it be that he brought out something good?
Take it out and show it to me."
Although You Liang was young, he was thoughtful and cunning.
He glanced at the man in black on his left without moving his expression. s: Chapter 1 of Volume 3, boldly ask for recommendations: