The word "comfortable" best reflects Zhou Wenzhong's mood at the moment.
This feeling is really great!
Zhou Wenzhong looked at his slightly swollen right hand, and then at the four people hugging each other in the hall. He felt an indescribable feeling of relief all over his body.
Taking over the body of the original owner, you still have to think about providing for them to live in their old age? I originally wanted to "influence" them, but I really can't stand my current life. I really envy those time travel friends whose parents have died, and they are also time travellers.
, why do you have to live so tiredly?
You should stay true to your heart! Be a bad person and let the floods come to the sky after I die.
Zhou Deming couldn't figure out why Zhou Wenzhong could still laugh at this moment?
"Cry, cry, cry! If you want to cry, go out and wail as much as you want! Lao Zhou, bring me what I want. Don't challenge my patience again and again."
Zhou Deming swallowed and the muscles on his face twitched unconsciously.
"What exactly do you want?"
"Mad! Are you still pretending to be stupid for me?"
Zhou Wenzhong ran up to Zhou Wenxin in two steps, raised his right hand and slapped him on the head.
"Hey! Do you remember what I want?"
"Pah! Do you remember?"
"Hey! Do you remember?"
"Pa! Think about it..."
Zhou Deming raised his arms to protect Zhou Wenxin and shouted: "Stop fighting! I remembered, stop fighting!"
"Uuuu...Dad, he hit me again! Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"
Zhou Wenxin, the little unlucky guy, has been beaten three times today so far. He was beaten once by the children of Lao Chen's family, and twice by Zhou Wenzhong. Each time, he took care of his head. His face was originally
It was bruised and purple, but now it's better, completely swollen like a pig's head.
Moreover, the swollen area was reflective, which was obviously due to blood stasis in the subcutaneous tissue. If it hadn't been for the last two beatings, which happened at home, Ma Guihong would never have recognized Zhou Wenxin just based on his appearance at the moment.
Zhou Wenzhong held a cigarette in his mouth, held his head high, and shook his sore right wrist. The smell of cigarettes was quite pungent.
"Why don't you hurry up? Do you want me to do it again?"
Zhou Deming vented his anger on Ma Guihong.
"Why are you still standing there! Take the box out quickly! Hurry up!"
"Hey, did I say I wanted something?"
Zhou Wenzhong raised his leg and kicked Zhou Wenxin in the face. In an instant, blood flowed down his fingers and dripped on the bricks.
Zhou Wenxin covered his nose and mouth and made a sound: "Oh~~uh...". He was so painful that he could not speak.
"What bothers me the most is others making decisions for me. Do you understand?"
Zhou Deming nodded like a fool. He already understood that no matter what answer he gave, he would be wrong. Zhou Wenzhong's way of speaking was to block both sides. The only correct way to do this was to shut up.
"I understand, I understand. Stop hitting him. What do you want? Just tell me. Money? Tickets?"
Zhou Wenzhong stroked Zhou Wenxin's hair with his hand, raised his head and smiled at Zhou Deming and said, "Hey! This is like a conversation. Is that the gesture you just made? It's not good!"
Zhou Wenxin was in pain, scared, and angry at the moment. He didn't dare to speak or even hum. He could only sit slumped on the ground, trembling all over.
"Old Zhou, you are not young anymore. You should rest more at home and leave the revolutionary work to me. You must trust the young people of my generation. What do you think?"
Zhou Deming's tone was eight decibels louder and he shouted: "Impossible! I will never give you the job in the department store."
Zhou Wenzhong buttoned his ears and eyes.
"Howl! Do you need me to change a place for you so that you can scream and scream? I think the labor camp is a good choice."
"No, no, no. I spoke a little too loudly just now."
"Okay, I won't tease you anymore. Things have reached this point, and it's impossible for us to get along anymore. Let's separate."
"Okay! You can divide it as you say! We have no objection. We will go to the street office tomorrow and I will mark out your household registration."
Ma Guihong also nodded in support.
"Since the family is separated, there must be a charter. You can't just let it go by without mentioning it. Are you right?"
"Yeah……"
"Well, then why are you standing still? Bring the money."
"You... from home! Go back to the house and take out all the money! Do you want him to beat Wen Xin to death?"
"Oh, I'll go get it now."
"Don't be so afraid. What is our relationship? We are a family! A united and friendly family! Can I open my mouth like a lion? Are you right?"
"Yes, yes! Everything you said is right. You can do whatever you want!"
"Look! Old Zhou, you can understand human speech. Not bad, hehe, really good."
Zhou Deming turned his head to the side and remained silent.
"No matter what you say, we have a father-son relationship. Can I harm you? If I want to harm you, I will go directly to the police to report you. Can I do that?"
Ma Guihong ran over and took Zhou Wenzhong's arm and said, "Yes, he is your father! You can't report him."
"Huh? Is it because I didn't speak clearly, or is there something wrong with your understanding?"
"Let go! Don't you still understand? The lives of the four of us are in his hands!"
"Hahaha………"
Zhou Wenzhong took his arm out of Ma Guihong's hand, lit a cigarette, took a deep breath, and spit it on Zhou Deming's face.
"Huh... Not bad. I guess you can see the formality. Okay, okay, I won't tease you anymore. Just give me 1 yuan, and the family will be divided."
"What? 1 yuan?"
"What's the matter? You don't want to give me even 1 yuan?"
"No, no, I will give, I will give."
Zhou Wenzhong took the 1 yuan and flicked it with his fingers.
"Then let's just say this. I'm going to find someone to sign the documents for the separation of the family. When outsiders enter our house, I'll be a bit cautious before saying anything. I've been a timid person since I was born, and I can't stand being scared. What if I say
You bald mouth, if you tell me all these violations of discipline and discipline that you two have done, then...tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk..."
"I understand! We all understand!"
Zhou Wenzhong opened the wooden door of the main room and took a look at Yan Bugui's home across the street. There was such a big commotion in his own home just now, but Yan Bugui didn't make any move, which was not right.
After passing through the moon gate of the central courtyard and coming to the corner of the backyard, Zhou Wenzhong reached out and picked up a brick from the ground. He weighed it in his hands. He could clearly feel that it was much lighter than the usual blue bricks. It should be
Weathered.
As soon as he closed his eyes, gritted his teeth, he held a brick in his right hand and slapped his forehead hard. With a muffled sound all over his body, Zhou Wenzhong calmed down after a brief dizziness, and a warm current flowed down his forehead.
, blood dripped on the cotton-padded jacket coming out of the chest.
There was no pain at all, I would only feel a little dizzy at this time. If there were stitches or medicine, it would be the real pain. I reached out and wiped the blood on my face randomly, and knocked on the door of Liu Haizhong's house in the backyard.
"Dong...dongdong...Senior worker of Hongxing Steel Rolling Plant, is the steward of the courtyard at home?"
Liu Haizhong, who was eating at home, heard someone calling him, and it was called him like this! He gently put down the bowl and chopsticks, and said angrily to his second son Liu Guangtian: "Why don't you open the door quickly! Why are you standing there? Eat.
Eat, eat, and know how to eat!”
Liu Guangtian stuffed the steamed bun in his hand into his mouth, stood up quickly and opened the door. At the same time, he glared at Liu Guangfu, which probably meant: Leave me some food.
"squeak……"
Liu Guangtian just opened the door and saw Zhou Wenzhong. He looked up and down twice and swallowed the steamed bun in his mouth.
"Ghost!"
After saying that, he ran back to the house.
"Second uncle! I am Zhou Wenzhong. I have something to do with you."
Liu Haizhong swallowed the last bite of the egg, wiped the corners of his mouth, and walked out of the main room. When he saw Zhou Wenzhong, his expression was a little surprised.
"You...what's going on on your face?"
Zhou Wenzhong took Liu Haizhong's arm and walked into the courtyard.
"Second uncle, let's talk as we go. I really can't stand it anymore. After your mediation the past few times, my dad became normal for a few days. Look at what he beat me to today! I don't want to be too big.
If something unexpected happens during the Chinese New Year, our yard will be famous in the whole street!"
"Ah! That's the truth. Does your injury matter? Otherwise, you should go to the hospital to bandage it first. I will tell him about your father's matter."
"Don't bother! I don't want to go on like this. You three have to give me some advice today. I'll go call Master Yi first."
Before Liu Haizhong could speak, Zhou Wenzhong knocked on Yi Zhonghai's door.
"Master! If you are at home, open the door. I am Zhou Wenzhong. I have something to do with you."
"Just come in, the door is unlocked!"
"No, if you come out and take a look at me, you will know exactly what is going on!"
"Okay, just wait a moment!"
"Eh."
Zhou Wenzhong's knocking on the door also disturbed the residents in the courtyard. Many troublemakers came out of the house and pointed at Zhou Wenzhong. He didn't have much nightlife, so watching other people's jokes was the best way to spice things up.
Not long after, Yi Zhonghai walked out of his home wearing a large dark blue cotton-padded jacket.
Before he could ask, Zhou Wenzhong said what he just said again, and the three of them walked into the middle courtyard at the same time, followed by 7 or 8 residents.
"Two uncles, the doors to my house are open. You two go to my dad first to ask about the situation. After all, what I said just now is all my opinion. I will use this time to call Teacher Yan as well.
come over."
"Go ahead and move quickly."
"go Go."
Zhou Wenzhong watched the two of them walk into his home, turned around and knocked on Yan Bugui's door.
"Dong...dong dong...Is Teacher Yan at home? If it's convenient, please open the door."
Yan Bugui heard his name and looked at his wife.
"How about it? Let me just say that the boss of the Zhou family has to come and call me, right?"
"You've been fooled, so why are you still hanging around? Go quickly!"
"You! You don't know anything. You play the piano to a cow."
Yan Bugui arranged his clothes, opened the door and walked out.
"Teacher Yan, don't ask any more questions. The family separation document is 1 cent per 100 words. You need to bring your own paper and pen."
An excited expression flashed across Yan Bugui's face.
"What are you talking about! You are so injured, and you still want to ask for money? You go home first, and I will find a pen."
"Eh."
Zhou Wenzhong turned around and walked home. Yan Bugui waited for about half a minute, took out the paper and pen he had prepared in advance, and also raised his legs to go to Zhou's house.