"Three to one."
"Three twos."
"Hey, no."
"King Zha!"
The middle-aged man suddenly raised his arm and threw it heavily on the table. The big and small kings were extremely conspicuous, and he couldn't help but said happily:
"Give me money, give me money."
The other two people looked at each other, willing to admit defeat, and obediently took out their wallets to pay. Unexpectedly, the middle-aged man accepted the money but looked like he was about to leave. Now he became anxious: "Old Yang, you are not authentic!"
"Yeah, you won't just leave as soon as you win money." Another person also answered.
"no no."
The middle-aged man has a vicissitudes of life, his hands are thickly calloused, and the creases at the corners of his eyes are squeezed together when he smiles.
He waved his hands and said helplessly: "I didn't just come back from work. I want to go back to spend more time with my wife and children. No, my son should be studying late at night and get out of class will be over soon. I have to pick him up!"
"Okay, then go back and come and play if you have nothing to do."
"Don't go to the Yunmeng River. Be careful of slippery roads after dark."
After hearing this, the two of them didn't force him to stay. They waved goodbye and let him leave.
"I'm sorry, two old brothers."
After finishing speaking, the middle-aged man got down and put on his shoes, opened the wooden door and ran into the vast darkness. The house with the open fire behind him suddenly distorted, like the reflection on the water getting farther and farther away.
The man threw his arms and ran on the solid concrete road, with the shadows of the houses reflected in the surrounding street lights. He was very fast and soon arrived at the entrance of a junior high school, standing in a dark corner waiting for his children to finish school.
"Ding——" The bell rang for the end of get out of class.
After a while, children of fourteen or fifteen years old ran out one after another and went home together.
"Youqing!"
The man who had been patrolling the crowd soon saw a simple and honest boy with a pale complexion wearing a school uniform walking out of the campus. He immediately raised his hand and shouted, and quickly walked over.
Unexpectedly, Yang Youqing ignored him and walked around him, heading straight for home.
"Eh……"
The man stared at the back, stunned, and then sighed guiltily: "Hey."
He took three steps and then two steps to catch up with Yang Youqing:
"Didn't Dad explain to you last time that he didn't come back on purpose? There is a lot of work at the construction site, and it is a big project. The foreman said that if you want to get money, you must finish the work, and Dad has nothing to do."
"dad?"
Yang Youqing suddenly stopped and touched his arm. He immediately turned to look at the man, his eyes were particularly complicated, his lips opened and closed as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he just ran and sprinted without saying a word.
The heavy schoolbag slapped his back again and again.
"Youqing."
Seeing this, the man raised his hand and stretched forward. His already weathered face seemed to look much older instantly.
He seemed to understand that his son didn't want to talk to him, so he followed him from a distance. On the way home, one person is in front and the other is behind. On both sides of the dirt road are fields planted with rice, and the ears of wheat are swaying in the wind.
at this time.
The man suddenly noticed a man wearing black short-sleeves standing under the streetlight in front of him. Yang Youqing seemed to know him and ran over to talk to him, talking and laughing.
After a while, the man handed the red plastic bag wrapped in his hand to his son. Yang Youqing's eyes were red, and he hurriedly bent down to thank the man, but the latter held his shoulder. After saying a few words, Yang Youqing ran away.
So, the middle-aged man hurriedly ran to keep up.
The distance between the two was getting closer and closer, and he could clearly see the man's face, which was cold and heroic, and his eyes met with each other. The man glared at the other person, as if to say: Don't come near my son!
Under the streetlight, the man put his hands in his pockets and stared at the departing figures of one large and one small child.
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Two-story self-built house.
Some cabbage and green onions were planted in the small courtyard less than five meters long and wide, and the window paper reflected the dim light.
"mom."
Yang Youqing opened the door and saw his mother walking out of the kitchen. He said in a voice that was either crying or laughing, "Uncle Li got dad's money back from working."
Hearing this, the mother was startled for a moment, then reached out to take the plastic bag handed over by her son. Inside was a hundred-dollar bill tied with a rubber band, which was probably more than 50,000 yuan. The corners of her eyes were quietly wet.
Then he couldn't help but cover his face and cry.
"Mom, you will still have me in the future." Yang Youqing wiped away tears and said firmly.
"No, what's going on with you mother and son?"
Seeing the strange scene in front of him, the middle-aged man was puzzled and couldn't help shouting: "Youqing, who is that man just now? What about my working money? Isn't all my working money stored in the cabinet? .”
With that said, the man rushed directly to the bedroom and took out a large pile of money from the bottom of the cabinet. "Look, I have all the money. Don't be deceived!"
There were cries and fierce shouts.
The man looked at the mother and son who were only concerned about their sadness and completely ignored his words. He couldn't help but roared: "Youqing, daddy is talking to you." After saying that, he walked straight over and reached out to touch Yang Youqing.
"Yang Dayong!"
Suddenly, a strange voice came from behind.
The palm that could touch Yang Youqing suddenly paused, as if there was an obvious thin film of space between them. At the same time, the sad cries gradually separated from the world, and Yang Dayong was shocked to find that he was getting farther and farther away from his wife and children!
But it's obviously just a stone's throw away.
"Who are you!?"
Yang Dayong turned around fiercely and found that sitting on the wooden chair was the man who had been under the streetlight just now. His eyes suddenly glowed with a strange red light. He stared at the man fiercely and gritted his teeth and said: "Did you do this? "
"certainly."
Li Kui looked arrogant and nodded slightly: "This is for your own good, and more for the sake of your wife and children."
"What do you mean?"
Yang Dayong clenched his fists, his face became more ferocious, and some turbid river water came out from the soles of his feet.
"Yang Dayong, do you still remember that your name is Yang Dayong?"
Li Kui looked directly into the middle-aged man's eyes and said calmly: "During the time you came back, few people called you by your full name. Maybe now... Yang Dayong, you should wake up completely."
It was at this time that a series of chaotic and noisy sounds poured into the eardrums.
"Da Yong, run!"
"Dayong, don't abandon me."
"Run!"
Numerous strange illusions filled his eyes, including gloomy tomb passages, mountains of gold, countless coffins hanging in the air, and ferocious faces with wide open mouths.
"ah--"
The man's face was distorted and collapsed, and he immediately fell to his knees, holding his head and looking up to the sky, wailing in pain.
"Yang Dayong, you are dead."
After what seemed like a long time, a mirror suddenly appeared in front of him. Yang Dayong looked at it blankly. When he saw the face clearly shown in the mirror, his pupils suddenly tightened.
It was a wet, pale face with a strange red light in the pupils, but it was undoubtedly his own face.
"I-I'm dead?"
Yang Dayong looked up at Li Kui in disbelief, his green lips trembling: "It's impossible, how could I die? It's impossible, I talk to my wife and children every day, and I often go out."
"Yes, this is the feeling between relatives."
Li Kui lowered his eyes slightly, hiding his pity: "Although they were very scared at first, since they knew it was you who came back, the mother and son are undoubtedly filled with joy and sorrow, because they finally have news about you!"
"As for why you are able to communicate and talk, it's because your existence is so obvious that ordinary people can detect your existence."
"..." Yang Dayong opened his mouth slightly, stood up suddenly, and shouted with half anger and half fear: "I don't understand what you mean, please let me get out of here!"
"Can't understand?"
Li Kui pointed at Yang Youqing: "Look at your son's face and body. You have sucked most of his yang energy away. Is the Yang Youqing's skin in your memory so pale?!"
Hearing this, Yang Dayong was stunned.
A memory image bursts into my mind with such force.
The dark-skinned Yang Youqing waved to him happily!
There have been a lot of foreshadowings laid down recently, don't worry, they will all come together later.
Thank you to my beloved Fengming for a monthly ticket, thank you for the two monthly tickets that you will not recharge even if you jump from here to death, thank you brothers for your support, Beihai will continue to work hard!
(End of chapter)
