nosy on you

Lead the wolf into the room

Dad stood outside the door and looked him up and down, with a sense of alienation in his eyes, without any joy of reunion after a long absence.

too careless...

Fortunately, the one who knocked on the door was not a robber who broke into the house, otherwise he would have been stabbed and fell to the ground, rolling in a pool of blood. Thinking about it, his back felt chills and he was extremely annoyed.

Strictly frowned and looked back, with mixed feelings in his heart. Dad was wearing a loose white T-shirt, the neckline and hem were washed into ruffles, and the black perforated leather shoes on his feet were covered with dust. The head was extruded into deep folds.

This outfit is not as good as the cleaning uncle in the office building.

If I remember correctly, my father is only 53 years old this year, but his hair sticking to the top of his head is obviously gray and greasy, the corners of his eyes and forehead are full of wrinkles, and his protruding belly is gone. Back then as high-spirited and high-spirited.

Looking at the slightly vicissitudes of the middle-aged man in front of him, the rigor felt very strange.

"Why, I don't know me anymore..." Dad said with a smile, "I don't know how to call someone."

"How did you come in?" Yan Jing didn't expect that he would say such a sentence without thinking.

Dad was stunned for five seconds, and his face quickly sank: "I've been walking around here for two days, and there are cars out of the side door every afternoon to take out garbage, and people in the building have to open the iron door to go out, and they can't stop me. .”

"Is something wrong?" He asked in a cold voice.

He didn't really want to inquire about these details. No matter what method Dad used, people are standing in front of him now, and it's meaningless to go deeper. It's that simple.

"Are you going to let me stand here and talk all the time..." Dad frowned, "Can't bear to make a cup of tea?"

Strictly silent, he really intended to do so.

After all, he is also dependent on others, this apartment and the things in it do not belong to him, and letting people in without permission, this kind of behavior is neither quality nor in line with the rules, and he and his father have long since had nothing to say.

The elevator dinged, and the old lady who lived in 2104 on the opposite side came out of the car, took a peek here, and almost put her ear between them, and the key in her hand was not inserted for a long time. The keyhole clicked on the door.

"Anyway, I'm also your father..." Dad suddenly raised his voice, "Is it reasonable for my son to shut me out?"

"Come in." Strictly sighed, and took a step to the side.

poor person must have something mean.

He didn't want to quarrel with his father in front of the neighbors. He still understood the reason why family ugliness should not be publicized.

"Hey, good guy, you live in such a big house by yourself..." Dad swaggered into the house, walked to the living room without changing his shoes, leaving two rows of light black footprints on the marble floor, "The rent is very high." Is it expensive?"

"This is not for rent." Yan Jing reluctantly made a cup of hot tea and handed it to him.

"It wasn't rented, did you buy it?" Dad's eyes widened in surprise, and the corners of his mouth quickly raised.

Looking at his feet on the coffee table rigorously, he felt that the trachea seemed to be blocked by mud slag falling on the white paint surface, his chest was suffocated, and he lost interest in answering the conversation in an instant.

Life can really change a person.

Although Dad didn't have much rigor when he was proud of the spring breeze, he still has at least the basic cultivation. At least in my impression, Dad has never behaved so inappropriately, maybe this is his nature.

"What do you want from me..." Yan Jing didn't want to go around in circles anymore, and went straight to the point, "I've already drunk the tea, let's talk now."

"The standard of living is pretty good, I'm already drinking Dahongpao..." Dad took two sips from the cup, "He Tianxia, ​​what a smoke."

His eyes fell on the half pack of cigarettes that Gu Xi threw at home, he got up and walked to the TV cabinet, opened the cover and touched one, then put the cigarette case and lighter into his trouser pocket.

"This decoration is very beautiful..." Dad took a few puffs of cigarettes, picked up the crystal horse on the shelf and looked at it, "Isn't it expensive?"

"Don't touch anything in the house!" Yan Jing scolded impatiently.

"You are my son..." Dad pointed at him and yelled, "I still can't touch your things?"

"This house belongs to my friend, I just live here temporarily..." Yan Jing slapped the table and stood up, "If you keep making trouble like this, I can only ask you out!"

Facing this completely different father in front of him, he couldn't even say a word of honor, and the disappointment in his heart was beyond words. If he didn't stop it in time, I'm afraid all the valuable things in the room would be taken away.

"Your friend?" The boss raised his eyebrows, his eyes sparkled, "Is your friend rich?"

"Whether someone has money is none of your business." Yan Jing sneered.

"Xiao Jin, I'm going to be blunt..." Dad continued to wander in the living room, "I have lost a lot of money speculating in futures in the past two years, and your brother has just entered college, and his monthly living expenses are four or five. Qian, I really can’t afford it, so I want to borrow some from you.”

"No..." Yan Jing firmly refused, "Where can I find money to lend you?"

Such a ridiculous request is also embarrassing.

He clenched his fists, trying to suppress the anger that was about to explode. He felt a stuffy breath stuck in his throat, his temples were throbbing with the frequency of his heartbeat, and his eye sockets were swollen and uncomfortable.

Dare to feel that he grew up drinking the northwest wind all these years, why no one sent him a penny of living expenses.

"If you think about it, there will always be..." Dad casually took a decorative painted plate from the partition, and extinguished the cigarette butt, "The place where you work looks very high-end, and the salary is at least several thousand?"

"I don't need to eat, dress, take a taxi and rent a house, right..." Yan Yan asked, "I have to pay for things, not by facial recognition!"

"Look at what you said, you live with your friends, and they have to make up for it..." Dad said confidently, "How much money can you spend on daily expenses, do you also develop the habit of being extravagant when you come to the city? "

"I have big hands..." Yan Jing was a little speechless, the mobile phone that was charging in the bedroom suddenly rang, he turned around and walked a few steps, and then said harshly, "I don't have any money to lend you, please hurry up after drinking tea." leave."

In the eyes of my father, it is normal for my younger brother to spend up to [-] to [-] yuan a month in college, but he worked so hard to support himself with a salary of [-] to [-] yuan, and he was said to be extravagant.

After all these years, nothing has changed.

Yan Jing picked up the phone and glanced at it. The call was from her aunt: "Hello?"

"Xiao Jin, has your father gone to look for you?" Auntie asked anxiously.

"Well, he's been with me for two days..." Strictly sighed, "He came here to ask me to borrow money from Gu Xi."

Auntie's voice instantly rose two octaves: "Ah? What the hell is he trying to do? I only told him your work unit. I thought he just wanted to meet you. Who knows..."

"It's okay, don't worry about it..." Yan Yan said, "He can't just hang on."

"I'm afraid that Xiaoxi will think something..." the aunt asked again, "You didn't give him the bank card, did you?"

"No, I didn't mention a word..." Yan Jin smiled, "Don't worry, I know what's in my heart, I won't tell you now, before Gu Xi comes back, I have to send him away."

"Okay, okay, go quickly." The aunt hung up the phone.

When Yan Jing returned to the living room, his father was looking around in the study, still clutching the Montblanc pen that was originally stored in the drawer, and he had no intention of putting it back when he found out.

"The person comes out, but the pen stays." Yan Jing gave him a hard look.

"I don't think this pen is very useful, why don't you give it to your brother." Dad stood beside the table with a playful smile.

There was a sound of opening the door from the entrance, Gu Xi threw the sports bag on the ground, changed into slippers, raised his head and shouted: "Is the meal ready, I'm starving to death."

"Not yet..." Yan Jing turned around in embarrassment, hesitated for two seconds, and then whispered, "My dad is here."

Gu Xi looked over to the study room, and the moment their eyes met, Yan Dingde hurriedly put down the pen in his hand, walked up to him in two steps, took out a cigarette case from his pocket, touched a cigarette and handed it to him.

This person doesn't dress well, but he can afford to be with the world?

Gu Xi glanced at the Zippo lighter attached to the cigarette case. The two English letters "GX" were engraved on the silver brushed case. This was a birthday present given to him by Xie Xiaochuan the year before last, and suddenly realized.

He didn't reach out to pick up the cigarette, but said coldly, "Remember to put the lighter back when you're done."

"Sorry, I almost forgot..." Yan Dingde looked a little flustered, and quickly left Zippo on the coffee table, "You are Xiaojin's friend, this child must have troubled you a lot..."

"I'm his landlord..." Gu Xi immediately interrupted him, "The rental agreement is very clear, except for the tenant himself, no relatives or friends are allowed in this room."

A scum who buys and sells children dares to pretend to be a master here.

Don't you have any clues about what you have done?

Gu Xiben had a very bad impression of him, and the truth of that incident back then was a thorn stuck in his throat. If he hadn't been worried about being strict and suspicious, he would have gone up and punched him a long time ago. You can't even do two perfunctory sentences.

Yan Dingde's behavior was very abnormal. Not only did he not become angry from embarrassment, but he smiled guiltyly, his eyes were evasive from the beginning to the end, and he couldn't speak clearly: "Then I will leave first, and I will contact you later."

"Wait!" Gu Xi said.

He turned around and walked into the second bedroom, opened the drawer and took a look, and as expected, all the jewelry in the iron box disappeared, and those gold rings and gold necklaces were all his mother's relics.

It has been safe and sound here for several months, but Yan Dingde was stolen as soon as he arrived. It cannot be a coincidence.

"Now you take it out by yourself and I can pretend that nothing happened." Gu Xi returned to the living room and stared at him with narrowed eyes.

"I, I, I don't know what you're talking about..." Yan Dingde flatly denied, "I never entered that room."

"Really..." Gu Xi took out his phone, clicked on the dial interface and poked it a few times, "Then please sit down for a while, and there is still time for the police to investigate before leaving. The gold should still be in your pocket. There were also footprints on the floor that were evident."

"What goldware?" Yan Jing opened his mouth wide, and it took him a long time to recover.

"Don't call the police..." Yan Dingde gritted his teeth and lowered his head, reached out to touch the pocket behind his buttocks, and then put a dozen pieces of golden jewelry on the table, "It's all here."

After being shocked, Yan Jing shook his head blushing.