After kicking out my ex-husband, his brother and I got back together.

In the noisy underground casino, Wang San's eyes were as wide as bulging ping-pong balls, staring at the dice cup in front of him.

"Small...small...small..."

He muttered silently, holding the edge of the table with both hands, so hard that he almost pulled off a corner of the table.

"big big big!"

There were people around him shouting opposite numbers to him, and the whole room smelled of cigarettes, alcohol, and the pungent smell of men's sweat.

The fan above the head was shaking slightly, as if it would fall down at any moment, and the huge fan blades would cut the throats of everyone present in the next second.

Incandescent lamps emit dim, yellow light that makes it difficult to see.

The atmosphere became increasingly tense. Everyone who had been shouting just now became quiet. A dozen pairs of eyes were staring at the small dice cup on the table.

The moment the lid of the dice cup was lifted, everyone held their breath.

Wang San wished he could crawl his entire upper body onto the table. The moment the dice cup opened a gap, he felt like he was about to be sucked in.

"Small...small...small..."

He kept chanting silently, his hands no longer digging at the edge of the table, but holding each other tightly.

The dice cups were finally opened, three twos.

There were cheers like explosions all around. Wang San was the only one, his face was pale, as if he was going to die in the next second.

"How could...how could it be possible? Impossible! This is impossible!"

He straightened up and looked at the person in charge of the gambling house with a sinister smile on his face.

"It's you! It's you! You guys have agreed. You must have played tricks on the dice to make me lose on purpose!"

The person in charge, Takako, clasped his hands on his chest and looked at him with a disdainful smile.

"San'er, don't say this nonsense. Look, you have been playing in our gambling house for several years. When did we ever cheat?"

"Oh, that's right. Who do you blame for your bad luck?"

"That's right, Wang San'er has always been like this, please leave him alone."

Everyone around him echoed, everyone stood in their position and watched Wang San's joke.

"Hey, Wang San'er, your house has been mortgaged. If you lose this time, what will you use to bet? It's not to sell yourself, hahahaha!"

Someone in the crowd asked suddenly, and everyone present burst into laughter.

"Didn't he have a daughter? He almost sold his wife, and he forgot to take her with him when he ran away."

"Huh? You can't. Is there really such a crazy person?"

"Oh, what kind of crazy person hasn't been seen in our casino? What does this mean? Last time I saw my parents' money being exchanged for money to gamble!"

These people talked about the evil deeds of those gamblers as if they were talking about the ordinary weather, but they didn't feel that it was against common sense at all.

As Wang San listened, he felt his mind was in a mess and didn't know what to do. The person in charge, Takako, came over, stretched out his hand and patted his face gently.

"How about it, Wang San'er, the bet you placed in this game is 50, can you still get the money?"

The sweat on Wang San's face flowed down his forehead to his high cheekbones, then to his ears, and then down his neck.

He swallowed hard, changed his face and smiled flatteringly.

"Brother, look, I don't have that much money on hand. Otherwise, if you lend me another 50 yuan, I think I can definitely win it back. How about I pay it back to you?"

Guizi sneered, suddenly changed his face, and slapped Wang San on the face.

"What the hell are you talking about? You can't repay the 20 yuan, and you want to borrow 50 yuan from me? Do you think I'm a fool?"

Wang San covered his face, his voice full of helplessness.

"Then...then I really have no money now. Look, if you lend it to me and I win it back, won't I return it to you?"

The next second, his greasy hair, which had not been washed for almost a week, was grabbed by Takako, and she was forced to raise her head with a "wow" sound.

Just as he was about to struggle, two people held his arms down.

Guizi's eyes were so stern that Wang San wanted to hide, but his hands were being held and he couldn't hide at all.

"Are you fucking kidding me? Why the fuck do you come to a gambling house if you don't have money? This is a charity, and I want to donate to you?"

After saying that, he turned around and waved, closing his eyes softly.

"Pull him down and chop off his right hand." There was a burst of lamentation around him, and no one dared to speak. When Wang San heard that he wanted to chop off his hand, he used all his strength to break free from the suppression, and immediately knelt down in front of Guizi.

"Brother, dear brother, I was wrong. I promise this is the last time I borrow money from you. If I still lose, I... I will chop off my own hand. Can you please spare me this time?"

When Takako heard this, he became interested, turned around and smiled.

He bent down slightly, raised his hand and pinched Wang San's stubble-covered chin.

"That's what you said yourself. I think it's quite novel to chop off your own hands."

There was no fear in the eyes of the people around him, but more of expectation.

"I haven't heard of it either, hey, then you guys bet, I want to see it too!"

"How can a second-rate guy like Wang San'er be able to fight against your brother? It's just a fool's dream!"

The crowd's cheers grew louder and louder, and no one wanted to miss the wonderful show of Wang San chopping off his own hand.

But suddenly, the surrounding voices became quiet again.

A little girl, about seven or eight years old, wearing an old shirt and with disheveled hair, stood at the door of the casino.

She pinched the corners of her clothes tightly with both hands, feeling a little at a loss. The dirty face covered by the broken hair could not block the delicate features.

Although she was wearing a shabby shirt, except for some traces of whipping on the small wrist exposed from the shirt, it could still be seen that this little girl's skin was particularly white.

A man standing at the door spoke first, his eyes still uncontrollably shiny. He was a middle-aged greasy old man in his late fifties.

"Little doll, who are you looking for?"

The little girl spoke timidly.

"I'm looking for...Wang San."

"Wang San? Who are you?"

Another slightly younger man asked, his tone unable to conceal the frivolity.

"My Father."

After the little girl finished speaking, she pursed her lips.

Wang San, who was kneeling in front of Takako, heard a familiar voice and ran to the door, pointed at the little girl's nose and scolded her.

"You little bitch, what are you doing here? I already have bad luck, and you're here to bring bad luck to me!"

Tears burst out of the little girl's eyes.

"My family's house was occupied and I was kicked out. I have no money to eat..."

Wang San's face was taken as a matter of course.

"I sold it, and you won't go back again."

The little girl sniffed and asked.

"Then...where will we live?"

"Cry, cry, cry, you know how to cry. I'm the reason for all my bad luck!"

Wang San had no intention of explaining to the child, but instead raised his hand and cursed angrily.

After saying that, he pointed outside again.

"I don't care if you have something to eat or not. I haven't eaten yet. Get the hell away from me and figure it out on your own. If it affects my gambling luck, you'll be the one to watch."

As soon as he finished speaking, Takako suddenly walked out of the room. When he saw the little girl for the first time, his eyes widened in surprise.

He pointed at Wang San.

"You, bring this girl in."

Wang San did not dare to disobey Takako's order and quickly bowed and nodded.

When he turned to look at the little girl, his face changed again.

"Didn't you hear what your uncle said? Come in with me!"

Wang San took the little girl's arm and led the man into the gambling house. When the little girl smelled the smell inside, she frowned and wanted to escape, but her hand was squeezed tightly.