After expressing his condolences, Zhang Tiegen handed the thing in his hand to Song Xiaobao.
Song Xiaobao looked at the two people in front of him in surprise, but still said gratefully: "Thank you very much. Please come in."
"Grandpa and grandma, someone is here, and they say they know my dad." Song Xiaobao walked into the main room, shouted, and put the gift in his hand on the ground.
"Are these your father's bad friends again? Tell them that your father is dead and they are not allowed to come again in the future!" An old and angry voice sounded.
"I'm not a cuckold, I'm dressed very decently." Song Xiaobao said. "You guys come out quickly."
"I know, I know, you bastard!" the old man cursed rudely.
Zhang Tiegen and Yang Zimo entered the living room together. The sand on the earthen wall was severely weathered, and the white lime originally plastered on it fell off in pieces here and there, like scars.
Because the weather is good and the house is small, the light shines in from the door, so it doesn't look dark inside.
At this time, Song Xiaobao put the two small benches and asked Zhang Tiegen and Yang Zimo to sit on them.
Zhang Tiegen took the maza, cleared the place under his feet, and sat down: "How are your father's funeral arrangements going?"
"The lives of us poor people are just like that. They were sent to the funeral parlor to be burned by the police. In fact, I know that my father had been bombed long ago and there was nothing left." Song Xiaobao said quietly.
Zhang Tiegen sighed and said nothing else for fear of arousing Song Xiaobao's sadness.
At this time, a bent old man staggered out of the room next to him. This man should be Song Dabao's father.
Zhang Tiegen and Yang Zimo both stood up quickly.
The old man looked at Zhang Tiegen and Yang Zimo up and down with eyes that were half white and half black. He felt very surprised when he saw that these two people were indeed different from Song Dabao's friends. He didn't know where they came from.
Then he said: "I am Song Dabao's father, where did you come from, and how did you know Dabao, that prodigal thing?"
Zhang Tiegen said: "We were also in that parking lot that day when Song Dabao was bombed."
"Oh, that's it! Sit down, it's rare for you to be so thoughtful," the old man said.
Then, Song Xiaobao brought over a relatively high chair and asked the old man to sit down. The old man was old and had inconvenient legs and feet, so he could not make a small bench. This was a matter of common sense.
"What do you two do?" the old man asked.
"I own a bar, and this Miss Yang is a reporter." Zhang Tiegen replied. "Old man, what do the police say about Song Dabao's matter?"
"Oh, the police said that Dabao drove a guest's car without permission and collided with someone, causing the car to explode and burn him to death inside." The old man's eyes were red. "That prodigal son never learned well and spent his life wandering around! Fortunately, he is
The guest didn't come to ask for compensation, otherwise we wouldn't be able to afford the compensation if our whole family was sold! That bastard is dead, and our family will be clean!"
What this old man said is true, he is a man who hates iron but cannot make steel. It seems that Song Dabao has never made his family worry about him before.
"Old man, if Song Dabao dies, will anyone provide you with food and compensation?" Yang Zimo asked.
"What kind of compensation?" The old man shook his head in pain and said, "People like us have suffered and been poor all our lives. How can we buy any insurance? When a person dies, everyone thinks that he is dead, and there is no need to continue to suffer and suffer in this world.
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Yang Zimo sighed, really not knowing how to continue speaking. She felt extremely pitiful but couldn't find the right words to express it for a while. She could only turn her head and look helplessly at Zhang Tiegen, hoping that he could come out and say something at this time to save her.
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Zhang Tiegen nodded slightly and asked the old man in a gentle tone: "Old man, what do you do to make a living now? I saw a lot of bottles and cans in the yard outside your house. Are you doing waste recycling?
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"You are a young man who is really good at talking. In fact, you make a living by picking up garbage. Our legs and feet are still flexible now. We go out to the trash can every day to pick up some bottles and sell them back. Although our income is very high, we can barely get by.
You have to go down." The old man said.
"What is Song Xiaobao doing now? Are you still in school?" Zhang Tiegen turned to look at Song Xiaobao and asked.
"Why should he go to school! This boy is just like his father. He is a bastard. His brain is not very good. He dropped out of school after graduating from junior high school! Now he is fooling around with ordinary local gangsters every day. Today he is learning martial arts from others.
, He will fight with others tomorrow. His grandma and I have not done enough to frustrate his father, but we will continue to frustrate this boy!" the old man sighed.
Then, the old man pointed to a sandbag thrown on the ground next to the pile of plastic bottles in the yard outside the house, and said: "Look at that sandbag, it is what this boy used to hit."
Hearing what the old man said, Zhang Tiegen looked at Song Xiaobao in surprise and asked: "You learn martial arts from others and go out to fight with others. Do you want to join the underworld?"
"What's wrong with being in the underworld?" Song Xiaobao curled his lips and said, "I'm telling you, you don't understand. Our old gangster brother here has already made a name for himself on the road. He is in charge of two streets and leads ten
These brothers are enjoying spicy food every day now!"
"Then how do you think your Kung Fu training is going now?" Zhang Tiegen asked with a smile.
"Does it still need to be said? Master Wang, who taught us, said that I have amazing bones and am a prodigy in martial arts! My current martial arts is the strongest among my brothers." Song Xiaobao said proudly.
"It looks like you're very good at fighting. Okay, come out with me and I'll see how good you are at fighting." Zhang Tiegen said with a slight smile.
Xin said: Still have amazing bones? Such a statement in martial arts novels is mostly used to deceive people who don’t know the truth...
Song Xiaobaoqi said: "Hey, look at you, you are dark and thin. With such a small body, do you still want to fight with me?! Be careful, I will beat you to death!"
With that said, Song Xiaobao followed Zhang Tiegen out of the house.
"Xiaobao, if you're not a bastard, don't fight with the guests or hurt them!" The old man quickly stood up and shouted loudly.
Yang Zimo quickly supported the old man, but she never expected that Zhang Tiegen would suddenly propose a fight with Song Xiaobao.
Song Xiaobao is still young, but his body is very strong and powerful, and he is also taller than Zhang Tiegen.
She was afraid that Zhang Tiegen would suffer, so she said anxiously: "Tiegen, what are you doing? Why are you suddenly starting a fight?"
Zhang Tiegen waved his hands calmly and said with a smile: "Don't worry, it's okay. He definitely can't hurt me. If he can touch my clothes, I think he is capable."
