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Today is the day of Liao Han's mother's funeral. Zhou Cong watched his neighbors walk into the house and throw a piece of money into the box in front of him, feeling like a beggar.

Zhou Cong wrote down the person impatiently, and then wrote the amount of money. The villagers walked up to Liao Han, patted him on the shoulder and said, "My condolences."

"I will, Uncle Li." Liao Han knelt in front of his mother's tablet, very calm, the expression on his face did not change at all.

For Liao Han, the death of Mrs. Liao may have been more relief than grief. The pain not only tortured Mrs. Liao's body, but also tortured his son's heart.

The villagers were also very sorry, Aunt Liao's illness was about to drag Liao Han down, and the family, which was originally very prosperous, suddenly turned into the dilapidated appearance it is now.

The family is really poor, and only the adobe house is left. To be honest, who still lives in this kind of house now?People living on subsistence allowances in the village live better than here.

All the pigs and cattle raised were sold, and there was not one left. The rations distributed were full of weeds and had been abandoned for a long time.In the end, Mrs. Liao couldn't be rescued, so she left a bachelor son who was about 30 years old and a lot of foreign debts.

The aunts in the village felt sorry for Liao Han and said he was filial, but no one dared to introduce him to someone.This family is so poor that they don't know how much they owe.If you tell him about his daughter-in-law, it's like cheating on other girls.

People from the village came to express their condolences all morning, and by the time only Liao Han and Zhou Cong were left, it was already past one in the afternoon.

"Is this person too stingy?" Zhou Cong poured out the money in the cash box and counted them one by one. He had never counted so much change in his life, "So many people only gave 530 [-] yuan , the village head gave three hundred to each of them."

"A lot." Liao Han stood up, stretched his already numb legs, and said, "I have to hire someone to bury my mother tomorrow."

"What? I still have to spend it?" Zhou Cong was holding the ten-cent note, and his irritability was reaching the extreme. "Then what will we eat tomorrow? Do you still have money?"

Zhou Cong, a rich second generation who is not doing business properly, has never bothered about eating. The little money in his hand is not enough for him to eat.

Liao Han was unmoved, and muttered softly, "You don't want to pay."

"What? You say it again?" Zhou Cong didn't know where the arrogance came from, and he yelled at the person who fed him and took care of him, "If my father hadn't gone bankrupt, I could live in your crappy place? I used Money beats you to death!"

"But your father is bankrupt." Although Liao Han whispered, he said firmly.

Zhou Cong froze instantly. That's right, his father was indeed bankrupt and was imprisoned. Otherwise, how could he sleep here and eat chaff?

Seeing Zhou Cong's sad face, Liao Han thought that this bad-tempered cousin could be regarded as one of his creditors, and he should respect him a bit, so he said, "Don't be sad, I'll go and finish my mother's business tomorrow, and go Find a job, the state seems to have a funeral subsidy, it won’t let you starve to death.”

Hehe, when will Zhou Cong come to worry about whether he will starve to death!

"It's so annoying!" Zhou Cong turned around and raised his foot to kick open the half-closed wooden door. The wooden door seemed to have sensed Zhou Cong's anger, and it fell down before he kicked it. Damn bad luck!"

Zhou Cong was full of anger and didn't let it out at all. He could only retract his feet, left the room, returned to his room and sat on the kang to calm himself down, cursing all the time.

There is nothing in this place that I like, even his cousin, who should be called, is so dull that it makes people angry.

Liao Han is a relative of Zhou Cong, a relative who has no blood relationship. Zhou Cong has lived for more than 5 years and did not know that there are such poor relatives in his family.At that time, Liao Han was worrying about Aunt Liao's medical expenses. He didn't know where to get Zhou Cong's father's phone number, and wanted to borrow [-] yuan for his mother's surgery.

Zhou Cong's father was an upstart wealthy local man. When he heard that he was a relative of his own, he paid Liao Han without saying a word, and automatically increased the price. He gave a total of [-] yuan without asking when he would pay it back.

A few days ago, Zhou Cong's father got involved in the bureau, and the company went bankrupt.At that time, Zhou Cong was still drunk in the nightclub, how could he know that the sky had fallen.

When he woke up, the card didn’t work, and his dad’s phone didn’t work. Zhou Cong, smelling of alcohol, was walking on the street. Only after reading the newspaper did he find out that his dad’s company was investigated for tax evasion, and someone went to the police station. go to jail.

Zhou Cong was a little panicked. When he got home, he found that his wife had long since disappeared in her bag, and the house and car had been seized by the court.Zhou Cong breathed a sigh of relief, and sat slumped at home in a daze.

In the end, it was Zhou Cong's father's secretary Zhang Bo who found him and told Zhou Cong to go to a relative's house in the countryside that he had never heard of, and hide for a while.

And this relative is Liao Han.

Liao Han is a stubborn person. He borrowed money from Zhou Cong's father, which allowed Mrs. Liao to live for several years. He missed this kindness in his heart and never forgot to pay back the money.Hearing that Zhou Cong was coming, he didn't object.

Zhou Cong was unwilling, but in order to survive, he had to come to this remote village.

Aunt Liao's last operation was over, and all the money she borrowed was spent, but she was not rescued.

The next morning, before dawn, Zhou Cong was awakened by the sound of chopping firewood. Zhou Cong's white face was a little gloomy due to his waking up, and his soft black hair was messy. Wrapping it around my neck, I said while putting on my clothes, "Why are you arguing so early in the morning? I think you are trying to keep me from sleeping."

Liao Han shook the ax in his hand, and glanced back at Zhou Cong. Seeing Zhou Cong's belly full of flowers, he felt a little cramped for some reason, and his forehead was sweating, so he turned around quickly.

Thinking that they are all men, Liao Han put the embarrassment behind him and concentrated on chopping the firewood, but the force of chopping the firewood became heavier and heavier, and the evil fire on his body splashed with the firewood foam.

"You have been hit by me! Don't think that I am renting at your house, and you are superior to me. Don't forget to pay me back!" Zhou Cong yelled.

"I'm just chopping firewood to boil water." Liao Han said sullenly.

Liao Han wore some faded clothes, I don't know when he bought them. The slightly shrunken T-shirt was stuck to his dark skin with sweat, and the muscles of his whole body were tense from the action of chopping wood.

This powerful scene made Zhou Cong shrink his head, thinking that if the ax was directed at his head, then he would probably be torn apart like the wood.

On Zhou Cong's face, Liao Han couldn't let Liao Han find out that he was cowardly. He held his noble head up and went to the toilet very proudly.

It is said that the toilet is actually a pigsty.

When Zhou Cong first came here, he would not say anything to be convenient here, but no matter how tough his bones are, he could not meet his physical needs. There is no lower limit to human adaptability.

Even though Zhou Cong was full of disgust and rejection at first, he is not used to it now, and he walked to the pigsty naturally.

Zhou Cong returned to the yard and asked bluntly, "Hey, what's for breakfast?"

"Huh?" Liao Han was carrying the water from the well and poured it all on himself, feeling an indescribable sexy for a moment.The muscles on Liao Han's body were full of strength one by one, and the water droplets flowed down the body, disappearing where Zhou Cong could not see, this scene completely captivated Zhou Cong.

"What are you doing so early in the morning!"

"I'm sweating, take a shower, or you'll think I'm funny again."

Zhou Cong was like a frightened chick, with red ears at the tips, peeping awkwardly through his fingers.Yes, Zhou Cong is curvy, and what he likes most is not beautiful women, but handsome young men.

As for why he got married, he had to ask his father's whip and stop card.

"Hmph." Zhou Cong was at a loss for words for a while. When he first arrived in this village, Liao Han was in the hospital with his mother on the bed. He hadn't bathed for more than a week. In addition, it was hot and he was anxious to come back to see Zhou Cong. The smell of sweat on his body was A little older, Zhou Cong made no secret of his disdain, and was even more picky about where he lived.

Liao Han went into the house to change his wet clothes, put them in the tub, and put on a set of clean clothes.

He has a lot of things to do today, so it's better to change into a set of clean clothes.

"The only millet porridge left at home, the uncle who sells fried dough sticks next door gave me two fried dough sticks on credit just now, let's eat." Liao Han pushed the bowl with more millet to Zhou Cong, and drank some sparse millet soup by himself .

"How can you eat such oil!" Zhou Cong didn't notice this carefully, but kept complaining that the food was not delicious enough.

Liao Han didn't say anything, he ate his breakfast in a few mouthfuls, then took out five yuan from his pocket, and said, "You can buy something for lunch, and I'll go to town in the afternoon to see if there is any work."

"Go away." Zhou Cong didn't look at Liao Han, suppressed his nausea and drank up the millet porridge.

Then Liao Han put his mother's ashes in the back of the old tricycle, the only means of transportation at home.When Aunt Liao was alive, Liao Han used this car to take her to see a doctor, and when she died, he still used this car to take her to the soil to rest.

Zhou Cong is really bored alone in the earthen house. There is no TV or WiFi, and the mobile phone is just a decoration.The old wall clock of Liao Han's house was ticking, ticking, every half hour, and it was extremely accurate.

Zhou Cong silently counted the wall clock ringing four times, and looked at his mobile phone. It was exactly four o'clock in the afternoon, and there was no difference.Not wanting to listen to the voice, Zhou Cong took a Mazha and sat at the door of the house, looking at the white clouds floating in the blue sky, and even began to wonder if he would end up alone like this.

The east wall of Liao Han's house collapsed, because there was an empty pigpen in front of it, so it was not repaired. The dilapidated gate looked dangerous, and it felt like it would break if it was pushed lightly.

He has been pampered and pampered since he was a child. Where has Zhou Cong seen such a dilapidated home?

Zhou Cong's father started his business with a street stall, and he is considered a legend. He failed three times in starting a business, and then Zhou Cong's mother ran away with a rich little boss just after giving birth to Zhou Cong.

Who knew that Zhou Cong's father had aroused stronger fighting spirit because of this incident, and started his fourth venture.

Inexplicably, Zhou Cong's father became rich, his business grew bigger and bigger, and he made more money.Zhou Cong has changed from an unlucky kid who ran away from his mother to a veritable rich second generation.

After Zhou Cong beat up the kid who made fun of him for not having a mother for the first time, he felt very guilty.

He really doesn't have a mother, the kid is right.

But when the child with a bruised nose and swollen face was forced by his parents to apologize to Zhou Cong, Zhou Cong knew that money was really a good thing.

After that, Zhou Cong became a dangerous member of the school, a problem student in the eyes of the teacher, and a dude in the eyes of other students.

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I'm back!Hardworking update!

My big brother is a bit honest, and my little brother is a bit scumbag.