my stealth fighter

Chapter 1248
Jiang Chanji followed the middle-aged man surnamed Ma into the house, and closed the door with his backhand. This kind of old house with poor lighting suddenly fell into a semi-dark state, but the middle-aged man didn't intend to turn on the lights. I just put the soy milk and buns I bought on the table in the living room and dining room, then sat down, inserted the straw that came with the soy milk, took out the old mobile phone and threw it on the table.

"What's the matter, let's talk." He said in a low voice, he didn't show any interest in Jiang Chanji, he seemed to just want to eat quickly after talking, and go to bed after eating, even after entering the room, he didn't look at him directly, nor invited him take a seat.

Jiang Chan could tell that he probably worked the night shift all night, not the kind of night shift where he could find a chance to sleep. His belly was empty, his spirit was exhausted, and he was in an extremely listless state. Of course, this state It wasn't all caused by the night shift, it was more... There was no hope in his eyes, and there was nothing worse than heartbreak.

The old house is full of old furniture, old furniture and old appliances, and an old man sitting in the middle, his breath is suppressed like a tomb.

"You can eat first if you're hungry." Jiang Chanji said, but the other party seemed to have never heard of it, and still didn't look at him.

Jiang Chanji took out a few stacks of money from his handbag. His parents gave him foreign currency with a relatively high exchange rate. The actual conversion cost was hundreds of thousands. In fact, to show his sincerity, he should go to the bank to exchange it before returning, but he went to the bank. It feels like it will attract unnecessary attention, and the identification is also troublesome. The money Catherine borrowed from church is not enough to exchange for so much.

He put the money on the dining table, and finally the middle-aged man raised his head, eyes full of astonishment and doubt.

"What is this for?" the middle-aged man asked.

"This is the money my parents owe you. Although it is in foreign currency, it is guaranteed to be real money and not counterfeit. Please go to the bank to exchange it yourself." Jiang Chanji explained.

The middle-aged man froze for a moment, stared at his face suddenly, and seemed to see something from his face, maybe he remembered seeing him when he was a child, or he could see his face from his face. The outline of the parents, in short, widened their eyes and exclaimed: "Ah! You are..."

Jiang Chanji nodded, "I'm sorry on behalf of my parents. They should have come to apologize and pay you back in person, but they couldn't do it for some reason, so I came here on their behalf."

The middle-aged man reached out to pick up a stack of money, and the brand-new banknotes quickly slid across his fingertips, making a crackling sound. After scratching from the beginning to the end, he hesitated and threw the money back on the table.

Jiang Chanji thought he was still worried that it was counterfeit money, and said, "Don't worry, it's real money."

The middle-aged man stared at the money silently, his brows were not relieved or pleased, but there was a hint of absurd self-deprecation.

"When your father borrowed money from me, my wife and I wanted to buy a house and change it. My wife said no, and I couldn't save face, so I borrowed it behind her back. After that..." He paused for a moment, remembering the sadness that year In the past, the muscles on his face twitched a few times in pain, "Later we divorced, and she left with the child."

Jiang Chanji really wished that he would scold him, or beat him up, as long as it could calm him down a little, but such a calm tone, as if telling another person's story, made his heart wrinkle .

Although it was an understatement, Jiang Chanji could imagine that the couple must have quarreled countless times over this matter, exhausting all the emotions on both sides. At that time, he was immersed in pain and suffering every day. In the hell of remorse, it is inevitable to finally embark on the road of divorce.

"I'm sorry..." Jiang Chanji only apologized, "If there is anything I can do..."

He smiled slightly, looked at the money and said, "Now the money has come back, but the price of the house I was looking at back then has skyrocketed."

Jiang Chanji immediately said, "I know this amount of money can't make up for your loss, but if you can allow some time, we can think of a way..."

He shook his head slightly, "What's the use? She's right. It's all my fault. My mind is not firm. I always feel that the house is not worth that price. Maybe it can be lowered later. I always feel that she is a woman with long hair and short-sightedness." , That's why I lent her money to your dad behind her back, coveting the little interest your dad promised... I can refuse, or I can't borrow that much, or I can discuss it with her again, it's all my fault..."

"I'm sorry..." Jiang Chanji bit his lips and said, "Please don't blame yourself, it's all our fault."

He shook his head again, "What does it have to do with you? You have done your best to pay back the money for them. I didn't even expect to see this money in this life."

Jiang Chanji was silent, of course he has something to do with it, and he also understands the bottomless guilt and self-blame in his parents' hearts, because they know better that these victims are not rich and powerful families, and will cause harm to these families. What a huge harm, just as the mother said, they really have no way to abandon all these to pursue happiness alone, even if they get happiness, it is illusory after all, unable to fill the void in their hearts.

"Is your dad okay?" he asked.

"I'm still alive." In order not to make him sad or think too much, Jiang Chanji could only answer this way, "I'm trying to make money to pay off my debts every day."

The middle-aged man nodded, and stood up with his back bent, "Wait for me."

After finishing speaking, he walked into the bedroom, Jiang Chanji didn't move a millimeter, just waiting in an orderly manner.

The sound of drawers opening and closing and searching for things was faintly heard in the bedroom. After a while, he came out of the bedroom, holding a piece of yellowed white paper in his hand, and pushed it to him on the table.

It was an IOU, signed by my father's signature and fingerprint.

"We're settled, and we don't need to come to me again, I don't want to see them again." He said, sat down again, and began to eat the already cold buns, one for two, and swallowed with a mouthful of soy milk.

Jiang Chanji picked up the IOU, folded it and put it in the handbag, "I want to trouble you with one more thing."

"What?" he asked.

"I know you should have a debt collection group, and I will go to other people to pay back the money, but I am afraid that they will not be found after a few years, can you pull me into the group?"

He didn't say anything, picked up his phone, scrolled down several pages in the chat app, and found a group. The last time someone spoke in this group was more than two years ago. Someone asked in a desperate tone. "Can I get the money back?", but no one responded.

"Thank you, please take care." Jiang Chanji respected his request and did not say "goodbye".

Open the door, leave, close the door again.

He went down to the corner of the stairs between the third and fourth floors, only to vaguely hear the cries that were stuffed in his mouth with a bun and deliberately suppressed from above.

(End of this chapter)