Chapter 1737
Dou Sprout covered his face and said aggrievedly: "I was wrong! Mainly because I just drank some wine and couldn't control myself. Let's find a solution quickly!"
As night fell, the clock on the wall read a quarter past seven, and he was about to speak with a dark face when someone suddenly knocked on the door.
"Brother! I'm back! Come pick up my dad!"
"Open the door quickly!"
There was no other way, so I braced myself and opened the door.
Outside the door, I saw the fat man covering his head tightly and holding a small bag on his waist. He rubbed his hands and said with a smile: "I didn't dare to breathe all the way. Is my dad okay? Thanks, brother."
"Well... your dad is fine. Come on, don't go in yet. I want to ask something. Let's have a cigarette at the door before going in."
I held the fat man in my arms and walked aside, deliberately coughing for the rest of the room to hear.
The fat man blew out a puff of smoke and said with a smile: "What's the matter, brother?"
I didn't know what to say, but suddenly I saw a bracelet of Buddhist beads on the fat man's wrist, so I immediately asked: "Hey, brother! Is your bracelet from Hainan Huanghuali?"
"I didn't expect you knew wood, brother?"
The fat man grinned, took off the bracelet and handed it to me: "Look carefully, what kind of wood is this?"
I took it and looked at it carefully.
The string is 2.0 in diameter and is shiny and oily. The surface of the bracelet is covered with grimace lines. If you put it close to your nose, you can clearly smell the unique fragrance of sea yellow. Except that the color is a bit purple, it looks like Hainan yellow. Rosewood.
"Haha, tell your brother quietly, I'm actually not going to Handan today. I'm going to the big city. This is a newly introduced wood in our country called purple willow! I will rely on it to buy a house and a car in the future. Forget it. Come on, take my dad back."
When the two of us entered the house, the carpet on the floor had been laid, and everything was restored as before.
When he saw the fat man, the old man in the wheelchair was instantly excited. He wanted to move but couldn't, and kept screaming.
"Dad, what do you want to say? What's wrong? You need to go to the bathroom?"
The old man had drool at the corner of his mouth and his eyes were fixed on our carpet.
At this time, I hurriedly said: "I haven't seen you for a day. I must miss you! You can see how excited the old man is!"
"Haha, yes! Let's go back, brother." After saying that, he pushed the wheelchair out.
The moment just now was so tense, but when we saw the two of them leaving, we all breathed a sigh of relief.
The boss severely criticized Dou Sprout Zai for his bad behavior while drinking. This time he almost died! Fortunately, the old man couldn't speak or move his hands and feet. He was half a vegetative state, so we weren't afraid of him identifying us.
By 12:30 at night, when the number of people on the street at the bus station gradually dwindled, we began to fill in the stolen holes.
I didn't even dare to turn on the flashlight, so I just worked in the dark.
In order to speed up the process, two people loaded the soil, and I used a small cart to push back the more than ten square meters of grave soil hidden in the toilet, and then backfilled it into the hole.
I worked all night, nothing happened, and soon it was dawn. However, at about three o'clock, I heard someone talking on the phone with my head at the door of the store for a long time.
I've already done most of it, and I plan to finish it in just two or three hours tonight.
Unexpectedly, as it was approaching noon that day, the fat man suddenly pushed his father over.
The fat man's face lost his smile and turned into a dark expression.
We were all in the room, so I asked, "What's the matter, brother?"
The fat man had no expression on his face. He walked around the room with his hands behind his back.
Having learned from yesterday’s lesson, we reinforced the plywood of the hole cover to make it impossible for anyone to fall when stepping on it.
The fat man turned around, stopped and said, "After my dad went back yesterday, he kept talking about holes, holes! Brother, what hole? Do you have a hole here?"
I chuckled and said, "Brother, are you kidding me? Look at my place, there are no holes."
"Oh, is it so?"
The fat man squatted in front of the wheelchair and asked, "Dad, did he lie? If he didn't lie, don't blink. If he lied, just blink."
Immediately, we saw...
The old man sat slumped in the wheelchair, looking at Dou Sprout, blinking desperately.
