That night, after I sent the car back to Jinding, I went home with Lao Xian and Jin Beibei.
On the other end, Feng Dong’s house.
There was no mother joining, just a father and daughter having an adult conversation.
"...Daughter, I am today because God took pity on us poor people. We must learn to be grateful. You see that our family's situation is much better now, but when will you see your mother? She has worn three to five thousand pieces of clothes. People need to be satisfied, do you understand? I am just a girl like you. I drink and smoke every day. I don’t know how old I can live. If one day I die, you must learn to control the things I leave for you. Ah." Feng Dong persuaded earnestly.
Nao Nao was wearing loose pajamas and was in a daze without saying a word.
"It's my responsibility for you to be like this today. When I was a child, you didn't know how poor our family was. We had to pinch soybeans to ferment soybean paste. Why were we so miserable? Because your grandfather didn't To get down to business, besides smoking cigarettes every day, I also drink alcohol. So from that time on, I swore that if I had a child, I would never let her live such a life. So these years, I have pampered you and spoiled you rotten. Feng Dong was in tears and his voice was hoarse.
"Dad, stop talking...!"
"Can you be nice? Don't mess with them. These people are all liars. If you really want to learn something, let's go to a regular school. Dad will pay for it no matter how much it costs." Feng Dong said pleadingly.
"...Dad, it's too late."
"Why is it too late?"
"The screenwriter's friend... took a photo of us..." Naonao covered her face and cried.
Feng Dong was stunned for a long time, gritted his teeth, rubbed his palms, lowered his head and was silent for a long time, and said slowly: "I will help you solve this matter, but don't tell your mother..."
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The other end.
The thick-skinned Tang Botu returned to the high-end apartment he rented in Beijing. He was used to being beaten. He got some disinfectant himself, held cotton with tweezers, poked the wound back and forth twice, and wrapped it directly with a bandage. Already.
"Bang."
The door was pushed open, and a Chinese screenwriter friend quickly walked in and said in a very fake tone: "Oh, my dear Tang, what's wrong with you... some hateful bastard hurt you. "
"Go away, talk like a human being."
Tang Botu was wearing white pajamas. He reached out and touched the wool rolls that were close to his scalp. Then he took the vodka from the wine cabinet, poured some for himself, sat on the bar seat, and scolded his Chinese friend.
"...Okay, then tell me, what's wrong with you?" asked the screenwriter friend.
"I was about to lift my crotch and mount my horse, but I didn't expect that a group of people and horses came out of the diagonal road. I was too strong to fight against the chicken. I couldn't help it. There were many people on the other side. After a simple confrontation, I was defeated and fled..." Tang Botu, who is familiar with the Three Kingdoms, vividly He talked about the situation at that time.
"Raise your crotch and get on the horse, why did you lift it?" the screenwriter friend was confused.
"Wote, isn't that what you said?"
"...That's called mounting a gun and mounting a horse."
"Oh, Chinese idioms are too convoluted..." Tang Botu was slightly dissatisfied.
"Then I want to ask, who is that group of people?" the screenwriter asked with a frown.
"God knows." Tang Botu shook his head.
"There seems to be something wrong with that vote last time." The screenwriter friend thought for a moment and said.
"……what is the problem."
"I heard that girl went in because of illegal embezzlement of public funds. If the authorities want to recover the stolen money, they will definitely find you..." the screenwriter said slowly.
"I am a Liberian citizen, and even if I am pursued, I have to go through the embassy to extradite. I have many friends in the embassy. They like Russian prostitutes with big white butts. I can satisfy them. At most, I will repatriate them to my country... ...There will be no problem." Tang Botu said without any concern.
"Oh shit, it turns out there's someone above us."
"Properly."
Tang Botu made an OK gesture, then took the last sip of wine, slapped the screenwriter on the buttocks, and said with his white teeth exposed: "Dear Li,... you are still so sexy...!"
"I'm going back to rest." The screenwriter sweated furiously, turned around and cursed silently that Africans have a lot of glass, and then turned around and ran out.
As soon as he left, Tang Botu blinked his eyes, put the cup directly on the table, clasped his hands, and prayed devoutly: "Great Muhammad...are you going to stay away from me...Okay, I Accept your will and leave this beautiful country immediately..."
After finishing the ink blot, Tang Botu turned around and returned to the bedroom, opened the mini safe, took out six gold bars, more than ten thousand US dollars, tied them with a handkerchief, then wrapped them around his waist, and put on a set of loose sportswear. Turn around and leave.
Yes, this old liar who has been in mainland China for nearly ten years is ready to run away temporarily to avoid the limelight, but he can't leave right away because there is another sheep that has been trapped in the pen and he is about to kill it. .
She was a sexy and hot old woman. Although she was a bit older, the aesthetics of the Chinese and African people were different. Compared with the Nao Nao type, Tang Botu preferred those who were slightly older, in the age group of forty to fifty. It's best if you don't even know how proud it is to lick the other person's folds with your tongue.
Well, Tang Botu vowed to make elderly Chinese women have wrinkle-free faces.
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The sun rises in the morning and the sky becomes brighter. It is already April and the weather in Beijing has begun to get hotter.
"Beep bell bell."
The phone rang, and I picked up the phone in a daze.
"You came to Beijing, why didn't you tell me?" Ma Xiaoyou wore a baseball cap, headphones in his ears, a backpack on his back, riding a mountain bike, wearing sportswear, and was heading to his newly established job in Beijing. Room rush.
"Huhu, how did you know that I came to Beijing?" I yawned and asked casually.
"I have my own ideas. Where are you?" Ma Xiaoyou asked casually.
At this moment, I have no idea how hard Ma Xiaoyou went to find me and how many phone calls he made.
"I'm sleeping."
"I asked you where you live."
"What are you doing? Do you want to lie in bed with me and reminisce about the past?" I asked, lighting a cigarette.
"Don't be so poor. Since we are teammates in the same CF team, I'm going to spend fifty yuan to treat you to donkey meat and roast it. How about it? Do you have time?" Ma Xiaoyou's character has not changed, and he is still simple and straightforward. asked.
"Today."
"Oh, you mean I still have to make an appointment." Ma Xiaoyou pouted.
"Okay, I'll call you later." I thought for a moment and agreed.
"Don't be too impatient. I have a full day of work today. Hurry up."
"Ola, where's the tiger? You can bring him here too. I miss him a little."
"He doesn't have time. He's in a suburban manor where the air is good. But in the city, I'm afraid he'll get lung cancer..."
"You really raised him as your father," I praised.
"You deserve to be abused." Ma Xiaoyou replied, directly pressed Bluetooth and hung up the phone.
…
I got up slowly and leisurely, washed briefly, and thought that since there was nothing to do in the morning, I might as well stop by and see Ma Xiaoyou. After all, we also live under the same roof.
After I went out, I asked for the address, took a taxi, and rushed downstairs to Ma Xiaoyou's studio.
…
Upstairs, Ma Xiaoyou's studio is now beginning to take shape. There are many college students from Beijing Piao, all of whom have just graduated. There can be seven or eight men and women, but the space is smaller, with a space of seven or eight square meters. The office area looks a bit compact.
Ma Xiaoyou didn't care if his family paid a penny for these things. They were all obtained from his own savings and selling some gifts.
"Hey, Youyou, what are you doing here? Why are you wearing makeup?"
A female colleague, holding the first edition of this magazine, walked in and asked in a daze.
"...meet a friend."
Ma, who has long legs, gestured at a pair of white heelless shoes and asked her female colleague: "Do you think these look good?"
"I think you look more elegant in high heels."
"...But the friend I met is a dwarf. Will dressing like that hurt his self-esteem..." Ma Xiaoyou was a little confused.
"You are in love." The female colleague was shocked.
"No."
"No, you don't care if he is a dwarf or Yao Ming, he can wear whatever he likes." The female colleague pouted.
"Forget it, let's give him some self-respect. He has straightened his back recently." Ma Xiaoyou finally stopped wearing high heels.
"You are just in love."
"Hey, when will we stop gossiping in this room? Is there anything strange about whether someone at my age is in love or not?"
Ma Xiaoyou shook his head and replied, carrying his bag and walking out.
We met at the Pizza Hut downstairs.
"This is so delicious. I just like pizza." With my mouth full, I looked up at Ma Xiaoyou who was drinking orange juice and asked, "Why don't you eat it?"
"My budget is only three hundred yuan, and you have already eaten my share..." Ma Xiaoyou said helplessly.
"...Oh, I'm sorry, don't think that I would say, I'm going to treat you to this meal, because I don't have any money." I said without hesitation.
"You are still so shameless."
"You don't even know what my life has been like during this time. I've lost all my face." I shook my head and replied.
"Gululu."
Ma Xiaoyou drank the drink and looked at me for a long time. Then he turned his head and asked with a twinkling look: "Hey, why didn't An An come to Beijing with you?"
When I heard this, my hand holding the pizza paused for a moment, and then I said nonchalantly, "Oh, we're done."
"...Why did they break up?" Ma Xiaoyou asked, blinking his big eyes.
"It's nothing, we just broke up."
"Sorry Ang."
"It's okay, I'm already numb." I stuffed the last piece of pizza into my mouth.
There was a long silence, and Ma Xiaoyou and I looked at each other in embarrassment.
"Why are you always staring at me?" Ma Xiaoyou asked with a frown.
"...Eh...you seem to have a big mouth." I scratched my nose and said.
"Xiang Nan, don't you have anything to say to me?" Ma Xiaoyou leaned forward and asked slowly.
"Well……."
I was speechless for a moment, and just thinking about how to answer, the phone in my pocket suddenly reminded me,