Everyone left one after another, making this new house that had just been occupied for two days extremely quiet.
Deng Zhongquan made a pot of tea and sat on the sofa, smoking a cigar and drinking tea. There was a vibrating sound on his cell phone. It was a call from the person marked as "Partner No. 1". He had already made three calls in a row. He frowned slightly, and after the vibration ended, he blocked the number. He took a deep breath from the cigar and slowly exhaled the smoke, forming a small circle in the air. He smiled with satisfaction, put his finger in and gently rotated it, and the smoke ring immediately dissipated.
Not long after, the person marked as "Partner No. 4" sent a WeChat message, and he responded immediately. Then he put out his cigar, stood up and said to Feng Yuan in the bedroom: "There is something going on in the company, I'll go take care of it."
When Deng Zhongquan walked through the living room, he saw the dent about one centimeter deep on the wall. It was stabbed by Liang Zhe with a spring knife. It was not easy to pierce such a deep hole on the cement wall. He touched it with his hand and knew that Liang Zhe Zhe used all his strength, and maybe even had murderous intentions. He was not going to repair the puncture mark, and wanted to leave it like this.
When he was about to go out, he saw the iron cage covered with black cloth. He opened it and took a look. The chicken was standing inside, with its head raised, left and right, as if observing something or wary of something. He carried the cage and left.
Feng Yuan heard Deng Zhongquan's door closing. She was lying on the bed, admiring her manicure and humming a song. She didn't care about the farce just now, but the slap was a bit unfair. If it hadn't been for that chicken She was startled. She had already told He Ranran about the button before he made a move, but fortunately she also slapped him back, so in theory it was not a loss. As for Deng Zhongquan, she had been married to him for many years, and she knew very well what kind of person Deng Zhongquan was. As long as some things were not said openly, they would maintain their dignity. Deng Zhongquan treated her like this, and she reciprocated Deng Zhongquan's kindness, turning a blind eye to each other, but if it was shown, it would be another matter.
Deng Feifei walked through the bedroom door with her schoolbag on her back and said calmly: "I went to study with my cousin."
Feng Yuan did not respond. She didn't care who her daughter went to or what she went to do, just like she didn't care who her husband went to go to or what she went to do. Compared with those troubles, she cared more about enjoying the moment.
She took off her clothes and went to take a bath in the bathtub.
Pang Yi's family of three returned home as if they were running away.
Pang Yi had never seen He Ranran feel so deflated. He wanted to apologize. After all, he gave Feng Yuan the shirt, but the matter had already happened. There was no point in apologizing at this time, and he felt that He Ranran was most concerned about. It wasn't this. He speculated that it was Pang Jinjin. Pang Jinjin's behavior tonight made them very surprised and very passive.
Sure enough, as soon as he got home, He Ranran reprimanded Pang Jinjin in the study. Pang Yi vaguely heard Pang Jinjin say something back, and then heard a snap, as if He Ranran slapped Pang Jinjin, and then He Ranran slapped Pang Jinjin. Ranran's volume doubled, and the sound made Pang Yi's scalp numb. He hurriedly hid in the bathroom and couldn't hear clearly.
Soon after, He Ranran called him out of the bathroom and started scolding him.
"If it weren't for you, what would happen today?!" He Ranran pointed at Pang Yi with a blushing face. Pang Yi saw that He Ranran had one bare foot and was holding an orange slipper in his hand. He was a little scared and stepped back. He took a step forward and heard He Ranran continue, "What evil happened to me in my last life, to marry you -"
Pang Yi quickly called up the playlist from his mind, but the effect was not great. He Ranran's anger sprayed on his face, giving him a burning sensation. He felt weak in his heart, his body felt hot, and his whole body seemed to be burning. Same.
Soon after, He Ranran seemed tired and sat on the sofa, breathing heavily.
Pang Yi said his apology again, and then suggested: "I think it's still early, so why don't I go take a ride-hailing ride online for a few hours? I won't come back until I make enough two hundred tonight."
He Ranran waved his hand and told Pang Yi to get away.
When Pang Yi heard the pardon order, he hurried out without changing his clothes.
At this time, Pang Jinjin was sitting on a chair in the study room. There were three red marks on his left face, which were removed by He Ranran's slap. They were still aching. He had never been slapped by He Ranran before, but he had never felt such a strong resistance like today. He poked it with his finger, and the pain suddenly intensified. Along with the pain came a sense of humiliation and anger. Coming, mixed with a trace of hatred. When he took out a small mirror to observe his face, he saw a strange look in his eyes. He suddenly understood the meaning of Liang Zhe's last look.
Liang Zhe walked around for more than an hour and finally returned to the gate of the community.
After arriving at the community, he breathed a sigh of relief. Finally, his will could not resist the power of alcohol. He sat down directly in the flower bed next to him, hugging a small tree, staring in confusion, and murmuring in his mouth. Before the security of the community arrived, a woman in a suit came first, it was Liang Yue. Liang Yue and Fan Zengming drove behind Liang Zhe. Liang Yue was worried about Liang Zhe's safety, but did not want to disturb Liang Zhe. She knew that Liang Zhe did not want to be disturbed by anyone.
"Who are you?" Liang Zhe raised his neck and asked as he was being helped up, "Why are you at my house?"
"I am your sister!" Liang Yue said angrily, "This is not your home, it is the home of earthworms."
Liang Zhe muttered, and with Liang Yue's help, he returned home.
Liang Yue dragged Liang Zhe to the bed, changed his shoes and covered him with a quilt.
Soon, Liang Zhe began to snore, but in between the snores, he would occasionally let out one or two low shouts, as if calling Yang Yang's name. Although alcohol paralyzed his consciousness, his subconscious obsession with finding Yang Yang remained. Still exist. Liang Yue sat on the bedside, looking at Liang Zhe's face that had deteriorated over the past five years, and a feeling of sadness came to his heart.
"Tell me, why are you doing this?" Liang Yue stroked his brother's forehead, "Five years have passed and you have searched all over the country. With this time, it will take three or four years for you and Xiaoyao to have another child. I'm so old. How many times have I told you, but if you don't believe it, Yangyang is definitely no longer alive, why are you so stubborn?"
"Who are you?!" Liang Zhe suddenly raised his neck and shouted with his eyes closed.
"Okay, let's pretend that Yangyang is still alive. Have you found anything after five years of searching? If you still can't find it, are you going to keep searching like this for ten or twenty years, until you die of illness and old age? Yangyang is Your child, you are you, you have to live for yourself after all." Liang Yue talked about the sad point, her eyes turned red, she sighed and continued, "You always say that your son is the person you are closest to, but we Isn't it? I am your biological sister, and you have a biological father in your hometown. In order to find your son, you even disowned us? I won't say it. It doesn't matter whether you recognize me or not, but our father You haven’t been back for three years. You miss your son, and our dad also misses his son."
At the end, Liang Yue couldn't help but raise her voice, and tears of grievance fell from the corners of her eyes.
"I usually can't say these words, and you don't want to hear them if I do. Today you are drunk, so you can listen to as much as you want. Anyway, I know you won't listen to me in the end. Okay, you go to sleep, I'm leaving Yes." Liang Yue stood up and tucked the quilt for his younger brother, "If anything happens, just call me. Don't make me come to you all the time."
Liang Zhe turned over and muttered, unable to hear what he said clearly.
Liang Yue poured a cup of warm water and put it on the bedside table, turned off the light, and left Liang Zhe's house.
Fan Zengming was waiting outside the community. When Liang Yue got on the car, Fan Zengming glanced at Liang Yue and said, "Have you cried?"
Liang Yue shook her head and looked out the car window: "No, the wind blew it."
Fan Zengming gently touched Liang Yue's shoulder: "Let's talk about the matter, I admire Liang Zhe very much. This spirit of never giving up is worth learning. He can help us as much as he can, but if I have to deal with such a brother, I will cry."
Liang Yue turned to look at Fan Zengming and hesitated to speak. Fan Zengming spoke to her heart, but things were not that simple. Her feelings for this younger brother were still very deep. She was not crying because she thought his younger brother was troublesome. It was because she was sad to see her brother suffer. On this point, it was difficult for anyone to feel the same way as her.
Fan Zengming started the car, approached Liang Yue and said, "Friendly reminder, a bad mood will affect the quality of the eggs."
Liang Yue then remembered that today was the day of ovulation. She said, "The eggs released today were not formed today."
Fan Zengming nodded thoughtfully: "That's right, then let's go home and pick up the eggs."
Liang Yue patted Fan Zengming on the shoulder: "Don't be so talkative. I'm not in the mood today."
Fan Zengming grinned and made a short note in his throat. Liang Yue obviously knew what he was going to say and patted him again. This time, she also smiled and said, "I know, it will affect the quality. Let's go home." .”
The car drove into the endless night and disappeared into the flashing neon lights.
No matter what, life must go on.
