Porcelain industry leader

Song Yu thought he was good at judging people, and could see the essence of Gu Qingchi through some small actions.

I feel that he probably has some unspeakable secrets to have to live this kind of life of fighting and killing.

Under his domineering appearance, there is also the same innocence and kindness as his peers, and he wants to live an ordinary life like most people.

Gu Qingchi's past experience, as well as his sensitivity and delicateness made him feel distressed and regretful.

He even thought that with some help and encouragement from himself, he could slowly lead Lu Qingchi to the right path.

As long as Gu Qingchi is willing.

But now he just finds it funny.

Why is it so ridiculous that I actually believe that Gu Qingchi is a good person? !

Gu Qingchi used all the cheated money to prostitute women!

very important thing.

There are more important things than him starving to death.

It's prostitution!

The innocent are never alone!

Hold.

I feel like the biggest idiot in the universe.

What Gu Qingchi said, which one is true and which one is false, he can no longer tell at all.

In other words, it is not necessarily a play from beginning to end.

Just like what was broadcast in the news, "A certain man and his girlfriend were cheated of more than 3 yuan in online dating for 20 years and finally found out that his girlfriend is a man!"

Not only is Gu Qingchi able to tell lies easily, but his acting skills are also superb. Perhaps the 3 yuan was a scam. Gu Qingchi just sees other people's stupid money and is easy to bully, so every day he pretends to be a grievance that he has a mother but not a mother to win sympathy.

His cuteness and sensibility are all pretended!

He's just a jerk at heart.

Song Yu has never felt so aggrieved since he was born, either because of the 3 yuan, or because he felt that he was too stupid.

Gu Qingchi is not short of money at all, he enjoys life more than him, and he doesn't hesitate to change it.

When he looked at Gu Qingchi with sympathetic eyes every day, Gu Qingchi's heart was probably about to burst into laughter.

Ah!

Gu Qingchi's top quality has completely refreshed his three views!

Five minutes later, Zhao Facai went downstairs with a face like ashes, and he didn't dare to look at Gu Qingchi until he went out.

There is a bank more than 300 meters south of the foot bath, but Zhao Facai said that his card does not belong to that bank, and he has to go to another bank, which is a bit far away, and wants to take a taxi.

Gu Qingchi didn't give way, and followed Zhao Facai with a frown.

Since he was tricked by the bald man last time, he is more cautious in doing things now.

He doesn't trust Zhao Facai, or anyone who is in debt.

But later he discovered that Zhao Facai's IQ was much more indebted than he had imagined.

Squinting his eyes and not letting go of any opportunity for promotion, he seriously sold Zhao Facai an infrared intelligent magnetic therapy massage belt made by their health center with a lot of money on the way.

"Really, Brother Fa, this belt is really powerful. My grandma tried it for a week and the symptoms of lumbar disc herniation improved. She can climb the tenth floor in one breath without panting." Seriously speaking, saliva flew everywhere.

Zhao Facai looked at him suspiciously, lowered his voice and asked, "Is what you said just now, the effect of improving sexual function, true?"

"Of course it's true!" Squinting his eyes and clapping his hands, "Can I still lie to you? If you don't believe me, ask our Brother Chi!"

Gu Qingchi was so happy and crazy when he heard it, he suppressed a smile and said, "It's very useful. After wearing it, it's like pressing a small electric motor. Guaranteed that you will be fine seven times a night."

Zhao Facai smiled slyly, "Can you give me a discount, isn't 2000 yuan a bit expensive..."

"If you buy two, I'll give you a discount. There are elderly people in the family who can also use them. The effect of treating lumbar spondylitis is still very good. In addition, I will give you a fully manual head meridian massager..."

Gu Qingchi supported his forehead and turned his face away, squinting at his grandma in the spirit of the sky, knowing that he is so bluffing and deceiving every day, the coffin board might not be able to hold it down.

After Zhao Facai's matter was settled, Squint Fei dragged Gu Qingchi to have a barbecue to celebrate.

Ten o'clock will happen to be the busiest time for the supper stall. After the weather gets warmer, the boss moves all the tables outside.

Gu Qingchi sat with his legs crossed and looked around in the crowd. Some of them looked like a company dinner, and they were talking and laughing together in identical uniforms. At one table were two young couples, eating a skewer and feeding them back and forth.

I don't know why, but these things that are obviously very close to him make him feel extraordinarily far away.

friend.

Aside from squinting, he doesn't seem to have any friends he can fully trust.

If you think about it carefully, Song Yu is a trustworthy person.

It's just that Song Yu couldn't be his friend.

It was almost eleven o'clock when Gu Qingchi and Slant Eye returned home after bragging.

The light in the living room was still on, and when he opened the door, the smell of alcohol and smoke made his eyes hurt.

Dad leaned on the sofa and watched TV alone. There were peanut shells and empty wine bottles all over the floor. Judging by the amount, someone should have been here, drinking with him and then leaving.

Gu Qingchi sighed, and closed the door with his backhand, "Dad, why haven't you slept yet?"

Dad turned around, "Huh? What time is it?"

"Eleven o'clock." Gu Qingchi picked up all the bottles and cans on the ground and put them outside the house, and swept the peanut shells all over the floor into the trash can.

"Drink two glasses with me?" Dad picked up the bottle again.

"Drink a fart," Gu Qingchi snatched the bottle away, and urged, "Hurry up and go to sleep."

"It's boring," Dad sighed, and it took a while before he said with a smile, "Qingchi, do you think Dad is really useless?"

Gu Qingchi's movement of wiping the table paused for a moment, but he didn't speak.

Dad's smile looked sad and helpless.

It was such a sour smile, like a heavy shackle, that firmly trapped him here.

"Hey..." Dad sighed again, I don't know if he drank too much or sad emotions came up, his eyes were slightly red, "Dad feels very sorry for you, I have always been very sorry hold you."

Gu Qingchi put down the rag, sat next to his father, opened a can of beer, and handed the half bottle of beer on the table back to his father.

"You didn't owe me anything in the first place." Gu Qingchi smiled and clinked glasses with him.

Dad shook his head and patted him on the shoulder, "You don't understand, you won't understand."

"Dad, I'm 23, not three years old. There's nothing I can't understand." Gu Qingchi said.

Dad's neck was red, he took two more sips of wine, and kept repeating in a low voice, "I'm sorry for you, I've been sorry for you from the beginning, I delayed you..."

Gu Qingchi sighed lightly.

Dad hasn't been in this state for a long, long time. The last time he said these words to him was when he was hacked for the first time. At that time, he thought he would not survive.

It feels a little strange to be so sensational today.

It's just that the most useless sentence in the world is probably sorry.

I'm sorry for these three words, apart from making people recall pain, what else can they be exchanged for?

He does not need it.

It was past twelve o'clock when Gu Qingchi took a shower and lay down on the bed.

I set an alarm clock for six o'clock before going to bed, but I woke up before 05:30 the next day.

He got up and cooked some porridge and fried a few eggs. He wanted to eat some at home before going out, but seeing that it was a bit late, he thought about sending the noodles to Song Yu first.

Anyway, the weather is warmer now, and it’s okay for the porridge to be cold.

He went to the mahjong parlor to pick up his bicycle, and when he was about to ride to the community, it was getting dark.

The weather forecast says there will be showers, so it won't come so soon.

He didn't take an umbrella when he went out.

But it's okay, Song Yu must have.

Song Yu was leaning on the balcony with a cup of coffee, and saw Gu Qingchi wandering into the community carrying a bag of takeaway.

He walked back to the living room and saw him swiping his card to enter the unit door from the video intercom doorbell.

Where did Gu Qingchi's key card come from? He still hasn't figured it out yet.

About half a minute later, the doorbell rang.

Song Yu put the cup on the dining table and walked unhurriedly towards the entrance.

The doorbell kept ringing, but Song Yu stuck to the door without moving.

He wanted to know if Gu Qingchi knew the password to his house.

Gu Qingchi waited for a long time but no one answered, so he dialed Song Yu's number.

The bell rang behind the door, he was stunned for a moment, then knocked on the door twice, "Song Yu?"

Song Yu frowned, and put down the phone.

When Gu Qingchi raised his hand and was about to knock twice, the door was suddenly pulled open, which startled him, "Hey, why did you open the door..."

Song Yu looked at him and said nothing.

"The noodles you want," Gu Qingchi handed over the takeaway box in his hand, "I added two stewed eggs for you, their stewed eggs..."

"Gu Qingchi! Do you fucking think it's fun to play with me!?" Song Yu slapped the takeaway box flying in his hand.

The plastic lunch box was broken, the noodles were scattered all over the floor, and the marinated eggs rolled far away.

Gu Qingchi patted the sauce on his coat, turned his head, and looked at Song Yu in a daze.

Isn't April Fool's Day too early?

Song Yu met his eyes and frowned.

"What's wrong with you?" Gu Qingchi softened his tone when he asked this question.

He has seen Song Yu shouting curses many times, but never once like this, with anger...and hostility in his eyes.

"Gu Qingchi, do you really think I'm mentally retarded?" Song Yu pushed Gu Qingchi's chest.

Although Gu Qingchi was on guard, he still staggered when he pushed him, and almost sat down on the noodles.

He glanced at the noodles under his feet and frowned.

Even though it wasn't his money, it still hurts.

Before he could react, Song Yu's heavy punch hit his left cheek.

The excruciating pain made the corners of his eyes flush instantly, and his teeth chattered from the pain.

He covered his face and widened his eyes, feeling like he was in a dream, and he couldn't recover.

When Song Yu swung his fist for the second time, he immediately reached out to catch it, "You are fucking sick!"

After yelling this sentence, he smelled the blood in his mouth.

Hold.

He pressed the tip of his tongue against the edge, grinning in pain.

Song Yu's breath became a little confused because of being aggrieved and unhappy. Even after one night, when he saw Gu Qingchi's face again, he still wanted to beat him up.

If it weren't for the presence of his colleagues yesterday and it was a public place, he would have gone up to give Gu Qingchi his fists.

Song Yu drew out his fist and pointed at him, "Gu Qingchi, don't think I don't know your details! I'll give you a day to pay off the 3 yuan you owe me, or I'll call the police immediately! "