life after death

Su Junping opened his mouth to say something, but He Xin interrupted him: "I've said it from the beginning, if you don't repay the money within the stipulated time, it will be counted as usury, everyone is procrastinating like you, my How do you get the money back, and how do you want me to do business?"

Su Junping was speechless.

What He Xin said is not bad at all. Others have other people's difficulties. His business needs a large amount of capital turnover. If Su Junping sets a precedent here, everyone will procrastinate and pay back the money, and his business will not be able to continue. .

He Xin: "I'll give you a little more time, be conscious. This time will allow you to make up the 3000 yuan and the interest. If you exceed it, I will have to ask someone to ask for money." He glanced at Su Junping, "How about force? nice."

After he finished speaking, he swaggered away with his pockets in his pockets. Su Junping looked at his back and said nothing. He knew that it was for the sake of his classmates. If it were someone else, he would come directly to collect the debt.

But give him some more time, it's still the same.

Su Junping's friends had already borrowed it once, but they really couldn't afford to borrow it a second time. Su Wen didn't plan to ask for it, so he had to ask his relatives for it.

As I said earlier, all the relatives of the Su family, Su Junping, are unfamiliar, but the relatives of the Yang family are familiar, but the two younger than him are in elementary school, and the three older than him are all working. It's a watershed, but there are no peers, not to mention how embarrassing it is.

He went to his grandma's house for dinner on Saturday. Not long after the meal, a group of relatives came to play cards. Although grandpa must lose every card, he still went to participate every time. Grandma served them tea and water in the living room. Su Junping Disliked the heavy smell of smoke and closed the door to watch TV.

He absently changed the radio station, thinking about which of the relatives he met in the living room could borrow money--the elders and juniors definitely couldn't, two of his older brothers and sisters came today, one was in the The big cousin who works in Japan, and the little cousin who embroiders cross-stitch at home.

Speaking of his little cousin, he was on the same level as Yang Zhonghong. He graduated from junior high school with such poor grades that he didn't even need a vocational high school. There are two things I love most in my life, embroidering and drinking. The cross-stitch is actually pretty good-looking, and I sell it when I have nothing to do. His parents see that he is finally doing something serious, so they don't talk about him.

Su Junping felt a little contemptuous of him in his heart, and he usually ignored him, but now he wanted to borrow money from others. When he saw his two cousins ​​coming in, he immediately made two cups of tea and cut an orange to eat.

In his opinion, it is easier to borrow money from the idle little cousin than from the good-looking big cousin, so as soon as they sat down, he approached the little cousin and asked him what he was doing in the factory. What's interesting, his little cousin said a few words, the channel turned to sports and then he closed his mouth, staring at the TV tightly, Su Junping said a few more words, he responded a few times perfunctorily, Su Junping also said a few words I can't go on.

Thinking of another big cousin with a white and chubby face and a pair of refined glasses, Su Junping saw him pull out a newspaper from under the coffee table to read, and Su Junping asked about No. [-] Middle School from the past.

My cousin, as an alumnus of No. [-] Middle School, has many stories to tell: "Let me tell you, you all have to thank me. At the beginning, we had to go to class on Saturdays in the second year of high school. I was dissatisfied in my heart. Obviously only the third year can not follow the rules. It came—so we called the Provincial Department of Education, and many people called and reported it, and then we didn’t have to go to class.”

Su Junping glanced at the good boy's cousin in surprise: "You hit too? I can't tell."

The eldest cousin shyly said: "I only made one call, but I didn't get through. I'm embarrassed to call again later."

They chatted for a while about interesting things about the campus, and the atmosphere was just right. Su Junping was about to say about borrowing money, but just as he was about to speak, the little cousin who was fascinated by watching TV suddenly turned his head and said to him with a smile: "Xiao Jun Ah, do you think father or mother is better?"

These words froze the faces of the two people on the opposite side. Everyone knew that Yang Hong and Su Wen were arguing about divorce, and Su Junping wanted to toss with Yang Hong until now and they still haven't divorced.

Su Junping twitched the corners of his mouth, suppressed his anger and said, "Of course it's Mom's good."

With a piece of orange in his mouth, his little cousin said vaguely: "You, you are so young, we are all one family and I don't want to be false. To put it bluntly, how rich is your father? Do you still worry about not being able to find a job after studying in the future? Take it easy! Finding a job is fine now! You have to live with your mother, don’t you know the current situation of the Yang family? What do you have with her? Good thing, you're so old, you can't act emotionally, I'm also your elder brother, so I just say a few words to you from the bottom of my heart, go outside—"

Su Junping stood up and poured tea on him from head to toe.

He obviously didn't expect that, he was stunned, and when he realized his temper, he was about to jump up and beat Su Junping. Fortunately, his eldest cousin held him tightly and didn't let go, and shouted at Su Junping: "Get out! Hurry up!"

Instead of going out, Su Junping took a step closer, slightly bent down to meet his little cousin's gaze, and his little cousin saw a boy who always smiled suddenly stop smiling, not because he didn't smile, but because his eyes Without smiling, the corners of his mouth were lifted up quickly and then smoothed out quickly, his eyes were bloodshot.

Su Junping said softly and slowly: "You know the words are ugly and you still say it, are you a fucking bitch?"

After speaking, he raised his head, and slammed the door heavily to go out. The smoky adults outside didn't know what happened. Su Junping put on his shoes and left without saying hello.

Su Junping walked hurriedly, and the magnolia flowers on the street were in full bloom, and a few petals fell on the head.The sides are white, but the color gets brighter as you go in. It's the purple river red that people can't like. Su Junping looked at it with an indescribable vulgarity. He crumpled the petals into a small ball and threw it on the ground, ready to kick it twice. Feet, it's a pity that the petals are so light and weightless, like kicking the air.

Powerless.

Su Junping crushed the petals with his feet, and thought with a blank expression: "What is he, he deserves to talk to me!"

The soles of the shoes were stained with red juice, and Su Junping rubbed them away in disgust.

When he got home, he stopped by the mailbox to get the newspaper. Besides the newspaper, there was also a big envelope. Su Junping opened it to read. It was a reminder note written by He Xin. He Xin also said that he would send it again for every 1000 yuan increase.

Su Junping didn't pay back the money within the stipulated time. From that day on, He Xin tore off his kind face and tried every means to force him.Su Jun usually receives harassing calls and text messages from time to time, and the current anti-virus software has an automatic interception function, but this has to be marked by others, and all he receives are unmarked. Squeeze.

What's more, He Xin stole the QQ and WeChat of several of Su Junping's friends, and sent him a bill reminder.

Could it be possible to let him delete all his friends list, leaving him alone?

impossible.

At school, He Xin seemed to be afraid of the teacher's lack of action, and Su Junping still pretended to be normal, chatting and eating with people normally, only Chen Yilin asked him why his eye circles were so dark, and Su Junping stayed up late at night and played games perfunctorily.

As a result, Chen Yilin seemed very angry and didn't talk to him for two days.Su Junping sneaked in to comfort him, swore an oath to God, and then pretended to listen to a few lectures before calming down Chen Yilin's anger.

Although the dire situation has not changed, seeing Chen Yilin's smiling face makes her feel better than before.

The winter like the rainy season is over, and it is said that the spring rain is as expensive as oil, but everyone does not want the rare physical education class to be covered by the spring rain.

In the second semester of the third year of high school, there is a lot of pressure, and physical education as the only decompression class is unprecedentedly popular.The first period in the afternoon was physical education class, and the boys went straight to the gymnasium to grab the space without stopping for self-study.

Wang Wenjie hooked his shoulders and said, "Brother, today we are going to have anal sex with a class, and we want to get rid of it! Don't let people gossip about the boys in our science class."

Su Junping stuffed the English paper into the belly of the table, glanced at the sleeping Chen Yilin, put his index finger to his lips and hissed, then waved him to leave first, and he would come later.

Today he wore a pair of hiking shoes, which are not suitable for playing, especially when facing a class of difficult sports students. However, boys who often play will have a pair of basketball shoes stuffed in their stomachs. Su Junping took off his shoes and was about to change them, when suddenly , There was no sign and no logic at all. There was a magical voice in his heart that urged him not to be reckless. Su Junping put up his shoes and shook them, and heard a slight click, something was shining on the ground.

Looking down carefully, it was some broken glass, each piece was only the size of a little fingernail.

Su Junping sat in his seat without moving for a long time, the spring sunlight hit him through the gap between the curtains, and printed a clear shadow on the tiles next door.

The shadow hung its head, slumped its shoulders and stooped its back, not a little bit of a teenager.

Su Junping sat for a long time, so long that he felt that the sun's rays were about to penetrate into the skin along the down of his face, when he suddenly heard a rustling sound, Chen Yilin turned over, Su Junping was in a hurry as if a switch had been pressed After tidying up the shards of glass, I changed my shoes and hurried to the gymnasium.

He went so late, so naturally he could only be a substitute, Su Junping usually wailed happily, but today he was not in that mood.

Chen Yilin got up 2 minutes after Su Junping left. He took out an apple and a fruit knife from the belly of the table and went to the trash can to peel them. Before peeling, Chen Yilin bent down and looked into the trash can.

——Glass shards glistened on the potato chip packaging.