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Chapter 395 You really want me to die! 【Six thousand words】

"Help?! You, ahem, still have the nerve to ask for help?!"

Yan Bugui lowered his voice and almost didn't curse.

After listening carefully and making sure that the neighbors outside had not attracted the attention, he continued to speak:
"Ask the kids in your family, how much help have I, the father, given you since you started school?

My job paid for me, and when you pursued Yu Li before, your family also supported you.

Even if there is no chance later, I will still think of ways to get you a machine shop.

You and I both lost face, but what did we get in exchange?
It's you, you little bastard, who turned your back on me!

Have you been given the opportunity? Give it! But you and his grandma are not living up to expectations! "

As he talked, the frustrated Yan Bugui failed to hold back the depression in his heart.

That is to say, he was still concerned about the impact in the courtyard, so he restrained his voice.

While hesitating, Yan Bugui's tone became tactful:

Only Yan Jiecheng, only Yan Jiecheng's face turned red suddenly, and he hesitated and retorted:

After Yan Bugui finished scolding, Yan Jiecheng continued to speak in an orderly manner.

Yan Jiecheng looked disdainful: "Guess, guess again!"

Was it that night? "

Looking at Yan Jiecheng, as the one who was scolded, he seemed to be a fine person. After handing the money for the meal to Yan Bugui, he picked up his own steamed bun and ate it with big mouthfuls.

Putting one hand on the table, Yan Bugui spoke solemnly, and looked at Yan Jiecheng carefully:
"With your status and family background, how could you possibly be interested in someone like you!

"Old man, why are you so anxious? Even if you are anxious, you still have to wait for me to finish what I have to say."

Yan Jiecheng was very proud.

He drank the porridge in front of him with a snort and touched his still somewhat empty stomach.

Yan Bugui was startled at first, and then suddenly became suspicious again.

He turned around and looked at his eldest son. He looked like a careless man who didn't want to make progress, but he didn't like him no matter what.

"My dear, this is amazing!"

Yan Bugui and his wife looked at each other, only to see the other person who was just as confused as him.

"A scholarly family. A scholarly family. How come we, the old Yan family, have such a scum like you?!!!"

"The leader of the street?"

You kid, are you playing some trick?

Not only are they good days, but when they are liberated and Xie Kuang no longer goes to school, he will still have to come to my door for help.

"That's pretty much it."

Fantasizing about the beautiful life he had planned, Yan Jiecheng couldn't help but smacked his lips: "Don't think you look down on me now, when I get married, do you want to live a good life?

Let me get married comfortably, and I can arrange some good jobs for you later! "

"Just scum me. I just ate and drank too much with my coworkers that day. She didn't say anything. Why do you care so much, old man?"

Except for the father and son pair Yan Bugui and Yan Jiecheng.

Even the family members wanted to pick up a broom and give him a few blows.

The arrogant look makes people feel itchy no matter how they look at it.

"I said boss, what is the situation at home with the person you are planning to find?
How come you can even arrange work? Could it be that her family is the leader of the street? "

Yan Jiecheng licked the corner of his mouth twice, but he still had some unfinished thoughts.

Yan Bugui, who was caught in memories, suddenly shook his body and raised his head tremblingly, his words filled with disbelief.

The louder he was, the more people in the room couldn't figure out what Yan Jiecheng meant.

Yan Bugui glanced at the closed doors and windows of his home in panic, fearing that the news would be leaked, and cautiously asked, "Is it possible that it is at the level of a steel rolling mill?"

right! The night before yesterday, you came back so late and your clothes were still a little messy. When I asked you what you were doing out, you didn't say anything.

Instead of waiting until then to beg me, you might as well be nice to me now.

Everyone else looked around suspiciously.

Ignore the children.

"No! It's definitely not right!"

Seeing what Yan Jiecheng said so confidently, Yan Bugui, the father, became unsure.

Yan Bugui shook his body, and his eyes were in a trance.

The trembling fingers and strange words made the originally quiet Lao Yan family suddenly become ghostly.

Hehe, you still have to rely on me!

No, very wrong!

Listening to what Yan Jiecheng meant, the status of the other party's family was higher than that of the street leaders? !
Then, then, what level should I get? !

"What?!!!"

Yan Bugui's pupils trembled, his vision went dark uncontrollably, his whole body swayed, and he sat down on the bench.

That is to say, my wife on the side saw something was wrong and hurriedly pulled me.

Otherwise, Yan Bugui would have been thrown to the ground at this moment.

"No, my dad. Why can't I understand what you two are talking about?"

"Even though we don't understand, brother, please tell me. If you weren't bragging just now, what kind of life will our family live in the future? Does it still depend on you?

Why do you make our father so angry just by talking? "

When pressed by his family, the expression on Yan Jiecheng's face became even more unbearable.

He turned his head and groaned in dissatisfaction.

"Humph, I don't know what's going on with the old man. Weren't you still talking about your partner just now?
Why are you doing so well? Let’s talk about that night. "

Seeing Yan Jiecheng still in this posture.

Yan Bugui, filled with grief and anger, shook his body and clasped his hands firmly on the table:
"Our family is unlucky. Our family is unlucky. Our old Yan family is unlucky. How come our old Yan family has such a thing like you?!

You. Even if someone else’s girl’s family is in good condition,
You...you can't bully others in the middle of the night!

It's okay now. Even if that girl is trapped by her reputation and chooses to marry you, where will you put your old face like your father and mine in the future?
Um? ! "

His heart was filled with grief, his body was trembling, and his eyes filled with disappointment were already filled with hot tears.

"No. No, I can't watch you make mistakes! I have to go out. I have to go to the security department. I have to go to the security department. I can't control this kid.
It has to be left to the leaders. If you should be beaten, if you should be sentenced. Even if you are shot or killed, it is still your life.
I, Yanbugui, I, Yanbugui, just pretend that I don’t have you as my son! "

Shaking and struggling to get up.

It was only then that Yan Bugui realized that he had been so frightened just now that his heart was twitching and he couldn't use any strength in his body.

He glanced at his wife, who was still in a daze.

Yan Bugui waved his hand feebly: "Why are you helping me up when I'm stunned? I, Yan Bugui, am a primary school teacher. I absolutely cannot, absolutely cannot."
I. I want to exterminate my relatives with justice.”

I said these words tremblingly.

Only Yan Bugui himself knew how painful he felt when he said these words.

After glancing at Yan Jiecheng who had made a mistake and not realizing it, Yan Bugui said in a trembling voice:

"Don't blame me as a cruel father. If you want to blame, blame you for doing something wrong. If you have a next life, you must never make the same mistake again."

Listen to what your old man says.

The more Yan Jiecheng listened, the more confused he became.

He looked around and saw that his old man really didn't look like an actor, so he scratched his head and said suspiciously:
"No! Old man, didn't I just play with a half-open door?

How could such a small thing warrant being shot?
According to what you say, there are so many people in our city looking for ajar doors. If we catch them all, will a lot of them die? ! "

"Ajar door?!!!"

After hearing this answer, Yan Bugui stopped feeling dizzy, his eyesight stopped dazzling, and even his voice stopped trembling.

In great sadness and joy, I didn't know where the strength came from, so I stood up with my hands on the table.

His voice was shrill, as if he was a different person: "Did you look disheveled that night to find a half-open door?!!!"

"No? Don't scare me with your sudden surprise! Aren't you just coming back a little late and your clothes are a little untidy?

For such a trivial matter, what else could I do besides looking for the half-open door?

Yes, I admit that the person I am looking for is relatively close to us and has some relationship with some people in our courtyard.

But that’s all in the past!
They are all divorced. Even if I take care of the business, it will be okay, right?
For such a trivial matter, the family style has been corrupted a bit, but no matter what, it can't be a crime that leads to death, right? "

After realizing it with hindsight, Yan Jiecheng, who was almost guillotined by his old man, shook off the cold sweat on his forehead.

Seeing Yan Bugui stand up, he also stood up not to be outdone:
"Why did you say that to the old man? He doesn't eat the tiger's poison! In the words of outsiders, I went too far during this period.

But no matter what, you can’t kill me, can you? "

"Just ajar?"

Yan Bugui, who was in a state of ups and downs, couldn't believe his ears and dug hard, fearing that this was a lie made up by Yan Jiecheng to get rid of the relationship.

"No? Old man, you don't believe me? Do you think I have to alert the security department before you believe what I say?"

Yan Jiecheng frowned and was about to curse, but when he thought that he would need Yan Bugui's help later, he could only take back what he was about to say.

Yan Bugui was dubious, and with the help of his wife, he sat down again unsteadily.

Looking at Yan Jiecheng who was somewhat reluctant, Yan Bugui asked suspiciously: "You just said that the ajar door has something to do with our courtyard?

divorce? Why didn’t I know that there are still divorced people in our hospital?

Even if you are divorced, this is too insulting! "

Thinking of the relationship described by Yan Jiecheng, Yan Bugui felt his head hurt again.

"Hey, what an insult to poetry and prose, the two of them are not married, it's just a fair deal.

I give her money and she contributes, what's the big deal?
Besides, she was a woman from the countryside. Even if she got a city household registration because of Xu Damao and had no job, why should she buy food rations?

It's an insult to poetry, but why do I feel like I'm still saving someone's life? ! " Yan Jiecheng groaned, and in his dissatisfied retort, he also shook out the identity of the other party.

Country woman?

Xu Damao? !

divorce! ! ! !
After hearing these keywords, Yan Bugui's body started to tremble again.

Although it's not as good as before, it's not much better either.

"You scum! Damn it! Rolling pin! Get me a rolling pin!

You...see if I can kill this useless piece of shit tonight! "

Yan Bugui raised one hand and kept shouting.

But before I even got the thing in my hand, my wife on the side interrupted me: "Okay, you're already like this, why are you still giving me that thing?"
Isn't it just a half-open door? I said, "Zhicheng, you haven't felt any discomfort in your body these past few days, right?"

The widow Xu Damao married didn't behave very well when she was down there.

You are making trouble, but don't catch the disease! "

"No?! How can you say anything? Why are you concerned about whether you are sick or not when you do such a disgraceful thing?!"

Yan Bugui glared hard, looked at his wife with confusion, and muttered with dissatisfaction in his heart.

Really, she didn't treat him like this when they got married!

Why do you still look away when it comes to Yan Jiecheng, the unkempt eldest son?
I don't know whether it was out of feeling or years of habit. Seeing Yan Bugui's suspicious look, as her wife, she hurriedly patted Yan Bugui's arm: "What do you think, you old boy?

Let me tell you, if you dare to mess around outside, believe it or not, I will go to your workplace to cause trouble! "

He shrank his neck angrily and complained about a double standard.

Yan Bu Guiyou turned his attention to Yan Jiecheng.

Although it's not glamorous to go find the half-closed door, in the final analysis, it's not a big deal.

Compared with the behavior of ruining the girl in his mind, this result is not unacceptable.

But now that this explanation has been explained, a new problem arises.

"Yan Jiecheng, tell me the truth. Since you have done nothing wrong, ahem, that girl, why are you so sure that she can marry you?
As you said, every girl’s family can be involved in arranging work.

Can their family take a fancy to a worthless thing like you? Why do I not believe what you said? "

Yan Bugui shook his head and expressed the doubts in his heart.

Yan Jiecheng, who had been scolded for nothing, was not in a good mood now.

After all, with savings in his pocket and a job at hand, Yan Jiecheng doesn't have to look at Yan Bugui's face to live his life.

Eating at home really saves money.

But if you are really anxious, it is not too difficult to discuss with the factory canteen and buy some extra meals at noon every day to eat in the evening.

"What does it mean to like me? She is divorced and I am a young man. It's good if I don't find fault with her!
Apart from anything else, I have a glorious resume of never being married. What's wrong, after getting married, she has to hand over her salary, and then she has to serve me well at home so that she can make it through, right?
When we get back to liberation, Xie Kuang and the others have graduated and can no longer go to school. Old man, you can also lend them some money, and I will take a hand from the middle and arrange a job for them. Wouldn't that be beautiful? "

"Still divorced?!"

Hearing this, Yan Bugui couldn't help but be stunned.

The focus of being a father is on whether to divorce or not.

But the two little ones who were named focused on the commission Yan Jiecheng said.

"No! As an elder brother, you are looking for a job for your younger brother. You want us to borrow money from our father, but you still want to take a commission?!"

As for the younger Yan Jiedi, the focus is how she didn't hear her name even after talking around.

She was about to speak, but her voice was so weak that her words didn't attract anyone's attention at all.

"What? Is it bad to be divorced? Besides, if you say it's a divorce, isn't it actually just a few months of marriage?

Even though she didn't have the first hand, she didn't need to give her a bride price and could still ask her for money. Why should I not want such a good wife? "

Yan Jiecheng was very disdainful of the shock of his family.

He waved his hand casually, but there was still some pride on his face: "Think about it, after I marry her, her salary will be handed over.

I have two salaries in my hands, how can I live a beautiful life?
What kind of machine shop, what kind of exam? I'm not even curious about it.

Later, when her working experience increases, the machinery factory will allocate houses. I will pack up the things at home, so I won’t have a place to live?

I have money in my hand and I will have a house in the future. Old man, tell me, do I still have to work hard in this life?
Save your energy and just spend your days peacefully in the factory.

To put it mildly, with my physique, my body and bones cannot keep up with Jia Dongxu.

Jia Dongxu died so early, and I don't want to follow in his footsteps at such a young age. "

The further he went on, the more proud the look on Yan Jiecheng's face became.

He didn't notice at all the gloomy look on Yan Bugui's face when he mentioned the words divorced woman and machine factory.

Oh no.

The lights in the room are a little dim.

With his head lowered deliberately, even if Yan Jiecheng wanted to see it, he couldn't see it.

"The machinery factory got divorced and got married just a few months ago. Hehehe. I said Yan Jiecheng, is this person you are talking about still living in our courtyard?"

Yan Bugui's tone became deeper and deeper, and his laughter was like a crow suddenly calling out in an empty night.

Hearing such a sudden sound can frighten people.

"Old man, how do you know?!"

Yan Jiecheng's heart trembled, and the expression on his face was even more surprising.

After the surprise in the first half of the sentence, his expression turned to one of joy: "What should I say? Old man, maybe you have noticed it a long time ago?
Let me just say, old man, you are such a calculating person, you will definitely not let this piece of fat go for nothing. "

Yan Jiecheng was still feeling proud, but he didn't expect that Yan Bugui had already stood up slightly and put his hand under him on the long bench he was sitting on.

The rolling pin is a bit far away, so if you try to get it, your target will be exposed easily.

The long bench beneath him was just right. He couldn't be beaten to death with a rolling pin. The long bench would definitely make Yan Jiecheng's head bloom.

"Still fat?! I asked Yan Jiecheng, can you and his grandma have some future!

Just keep an eye on Xu Damao's former wife.

Your grandma is actually targeting Zhang Meng? !

yes! I work in a machinery factory as a driver, and my salary is high! With a little bit of qualifications, you can easily get a house from a machinery factory.

But you don’t want to think about that girl, is that girl suitable for you?

You also know that you are weak.

Can't you think about it, if we really get married, will the next generation of our old Yan family be able to look good?

If you marry that girl, aren't you afraid that Silly Zhu will turn around and be so angry that he can't sleep at night and will deal with you in the steel rolling mill? !

Even if you want to live your life lying down, you can't go down the road to death!
You are. You want your father and me, the white-haired man, to send the black-haired man to you, right? ! ! ! "

The long bench under him has already been erected at hand.

Breathing slightly, Yan Jiecheng was given a chance to speak.

"Wait!!! Who are you talking about? No! Even if I'm blind, I definitely can't fall in love with that girl!
That girl... Bah, that aunt, if I dare to marry her, I won't be able to survive the rest of my life?
I said it was Yu Li!
It's Yu Li from the backyard! "

He raised his hands in front of him and swung them. Listening to his old man's words, Yan Jiecheng felt that his old man must have seen that he was living too comfortably and was planning to find a way to kill him.

What the hell?
Just stupid Zhu, that petty person.

If Yan Jiecheng dared to marry Zhang Meng, he would be tricked to death by Silly Zhu.

Even though Xu Damao didn't have much ability on the front and had been forced to leave the courtyard, he still couldn't tolerate others marrying his ex-wife.

Not even if you are divorced!

Xu Damao is like this, let alone Silly Zhu? !

"Huh? Yu Li?!"

Holding his hands on the long bench beside him, Yan Bugui still didn't believe his ears this time.

Seemingly seeing the distrust of his old man, Yan Jiecheng's eyes twitched when he saw the long bench with the pulp plate erected, and his desire to survive was extremely strong:
"That's right, it's Yu Li! Old man, don't be anxious, let's count slowly!
First of all, Yu Li got divorced not long after she got married, right?

Secondly, Yu Li is a worker in a machinery factory, right? No matter how high the salary is, it is certainly not too low.

Finally, Yu Li's sister is Yu Haitang, and Yu Haitang is Li Xiaomei's handkerchief.

What Li Mao loves most is his sister Li Xiaomei.

If we let Yu Haitang explain the dead-end path we took from him, it would surely not be difficult, right?

I have one condition and one standard, and they are all for Yu Li!

How come it has reached your ears that I am either a gangster who abuses other people's girls, or a second-rate man who has fallen in love with other people's wives?
I am also your biological child, right?

Can't you just hope that I get better? ! "

Yan Jiecheng asked questions. The more he questioned, the more he doubted whether there was something wrong with his life experience.

Just as his suspicious gaze tilted, he was hit hard on the back of his head: "Don't think about things you shouldn't think about. I can see that you just need to be dealt with!"

After finishing the first half of the sentence to Yan Jiecheng, he shouted the second half to Yan Bugui: "Old man, wait, I will get you our rolling pin.

Put down the long bench first. It's too heavy. If it gets damaged, if the factory doesn't reimburse it, our family will still have to pay for it! "

Unprecedentedly, on this evening, which was already not too early, the Yan family, which had not cooked fried pork with bamboo shoots for many years, actually started to argue about fried pork with bamboo shoots.

There are family backstabbings.

Yan Jiecheng was just about to run out, but found that his doors and windows were tightly guarded by his old mother, younger brothers and sisters.

This posture was because he was afraid that Yan Jiecheng would survive tonight.

The fuss in the front yard continued.

In the middle courtyard, a sneaky figure, hunched over and holding a bundle in his arms, was walking towards the backyard with his head on his feet.

As soon as I walked into the backyard, still some distance away from Li Mao's house, I heard a suppressed question coming from the darkness: "Who! What are you doing in the backyard at night?!"

(End of this chapter)