coincidence

After everything was settled, the landlord asked to move out in a week. Su Moxian was at home holding a laptop to search for a new house online, thinking that at least there should be an air conditioner.

When I was looking for sleepiness, I heard someone knocking on the door. I have lived here for almost two years, and no one has ever knocked on the door. It took Su Moxian a while to realize that the door was ringing. I couldn't find another slipper. Jumped open the door.

A middle-aged man in his 40s stood outside the door, wearing a yellowish white shirt with oversized trousers and carrying a cloth bag. His face was dark and shiny after being exposed to the sun for a long time, and his thinning hair was dripping with sweat. , like an old turtle just out of the water.

When I saw Su Moxian, I was stunned for a long time before I said, "Axian, are you Axian? It's been a long time since I saw you, and you've grown into a young man. If it wasn't for your father's shadow, I wouldn't have recognized him." It's over."

Talking and laughing, the creases at the corners of his eyes piled up, making the sweat streaming down his forehead turn a corner.

"Are you...?" Hearing the accent, Su Moxian knew it must be a relative of his father's family, but he couldn't remember who it was for a while. After all, Su Moxian had never been back to his hometown. However, it must be forgotten in a blink of an eye.

"I'm your cousin, I hugged you when you were young," said the uncle.

Su Moxian welcomed him into the house, but because the house was too small and there was no stool, he asked his cousin to sit by the bed. Su Moxian searched for a long time but couldn't find the cup stuffed into the cabinet. I was wondering whether to bring the kettle directly to my uncle to drink.

The uncle was already waving his hands thoughtfully, and said, "Don't pour me water, I'll just sit for a while, and then I'll leave."

Su Moxian didn't insist anymore, and sat on the other side of the bed, staring blankly.

"Cough..." Uncle Tang felt a little uncomfortable. He opened his mouth and opened it again. The sweat on his face flowed down his neck, and his throat was rolling up and down like a ball.

Su Moxian couldn't stand it any longer, and said, "Uncle, if you have something to say, just talk about it."

The uncle's expression became even more uncomfortable. He reached out and took out a piece of paper from his pocket, and handed it to Su Moxian. Su Moxian opened it:

"Su Pingwen borrowed 5 yuan from Su Gui

Signature: Su Pingwen Su Gui

Date: October 1996, 10”

Su Pingwen is Su Moxian's father.

Su Moxian pinched the piece of paper and read the date, the uncle immediately felt a little embarrassed, "Yes... it's been a while, I... I thought I'd forget it, but now my son is married and my wife doesn't have a gift of 9 yuan If I don't want to marry, I really have no choice."

There is really no way, my son who is cheating on the old man has found a golden wife, and now he is waiting downstairs waiting for him to get the money.

In 1996, Su Moxian was only 6 years old. It was the time when his father started his business in a whimsical way. Although he borrowed a lot of money by cobbled together, I remember that after his father became an upstart, he paid it off one by one. Not everyone can pay back the money, but buying a car, buying a house, looking for a job, etc. have already exceeded those debts, and my father was too worried to get back the IOU. Money matters.

But now, Tang Shu came to Su Moxian with this IOU, what a fool.

Su Moxian was a little dumbfounded. His slave had just turned over not long ago, and was about to live a normal life with his hard-earned money. The money was still in his pocket, and the debt collector came again.

To be honest, Su Moxian can still get rid of this debt if he wants to, but people's words are terrible, and Tang Shu may say what he will say, so that his dead father will not knock on the coffin board in the middle of the night, Su Moxian still counts quickly I took a look at my own money, and then I couldn't help cursing in my heart, "God, you are fucking addicted to playing with me, and I just have 5 yuan left."

After sending off the uncle, Su Moxian tore up the IOU in his hand, and began to think about the next life with 252 yuan in his pocket. Seeing the happy look of the landlord when he checked out, the house cannot be renewed, and the job is also resigned. It's over, this is really the end of the mountain.

After lying on the bed like mud for a while, Su Moxian fell asleep strangely.

Su Moxian is like this, every time things get bad to a certain extent, there will be a kind of calm under the extreme depression.

To put it simply, a dead pig is not afraid of boiling water.

No matter how hard the days are, they are over. Although there is a breeze in their sleeves, it is important to have nothing to do.

So, Su Moxian, who woke up from hunger at noon the next day, clutched his stomach and struggled to sit up, hurriedly stuffed a mouthful of expired biscuits and went out. The most important thing at the moment is to earn money for renting a house within a week, BAR performing arts is the best choice.

"If not, can you think about selling your body?" Su Moxian, who has always been a showman but not his body, thought about it seriously.

Maybe God made up his mind to shoot Su Moxian to death. BAR already had a guitarist to replace Su Moxian, but the manager declined him.

Su Moxian was walking on the bustling street, maybe it was because the sun was too strong, he was a little top-heavy, I don't know if it was his stomach or his stomach was screaming again, Su Moxian was dripping with cold sweat, squatting on the side of the road, unable to get up.

"Su Moxian" came a pleasant voice, Su Moxian looked back, but unfortunately the sun was too strong, he only saw a tall figure glaring under the sun, and he fainted as soon as he tilted his head.

As if he had slept for a long time, Su Moxian slowly opened his eyes and looked around. He was lying on a soft Simmons bed, covered with an exaggerated quilt, and the pearly chandelier on the ceiling shook Su Moxian. My head hurts, and there is a desk not far from the bed. The resplendent bookshelf on the side is not full of books, but all kinds of expensive toys. On the left is a small projection room.

The whole room was resplendent, extremely luxurious, and tasteless. Su Moxian had to react for a long time before he realized that this was his room 5 years ago.

After Su Pingwen made a fortune, he moved to this villa. Regardless of the interior designer's suggestion, he bought it for Su Moxian with his "amazing" aesthetics.

Su Moxian was brought up by Su Pingwen. His father said that his mother died of dystocia, and he changed his life with God.Although later Su Moxian knew that his mother disliked his father and ran away from home in poverty, this did not prevent him from beating the kindergarten classmates who laughed at his motherless child until he cried.

Su Ping breathed a sigh of relief in his bra. He didn't find a stepmother for Su Moxian again. He tried his best to succeed, and then let out this breath. He also has business acumen and luck. The boss of the decoration company.

Su Moxian also followed him from a single rental room to a double rental room, from a double rental room to a 1-floor attic, and then to a small villa. The house is getting bigger and better, and what Dad said The voice is also getting louder, and wherever I go, I look like a rich upstart.

It's a pity that Su Moxian was born with a lack of perception of these extraneous things. The biggest trouble for him to change his home was that he had to change to another place to dominate. Until the second year of junior high, the family moved to a small villa, and he couldn't even see his neighbors , Su Moxian put all his energy and thoughts on everything in school except study and puppy love.

The look in Su Pingwen's eyes at that time can still be seen before his eyes, and he said to Su Moxian: "Xian'er, it was useless for your father to make you suffer so much, and you are only 12 years old to grow so small." Height The father of 1.83 patted Su Moxian's head condescendingly, and changed the topic, "But don't worry, you can live a good life with your father in the future, and your father will protect you for a lifetime of prosperity, wealth, and food and clothing."

Su Moxian usually hates people laughing at him for not being tall, so he pushed Su Pingwen's hand away and said bitterly, "I'm taller, and sooner or later I'll surpass you."

But Su Pingwen really loves Su Moxian very much. As long as Su Moxian wants something, even if it is just a dream, he will immediately appear in front of Su Moxian the next day, such as the movie screening room.

Su Moxian couldn't tell whether it was a dream or reality. When he got up and walked out of the room, there was a burst of fragrance from the kitchen. Su Moxian's stomach involuntarily let out a cry, swallowed, and walked into the kitchen. While making breakfast, seeing Su Moxian, he turned around with a smile on his face and said, "Young master is up, go wash up quickly, breakfast is almost ready, hurry up and go to school, the driver is already waiting for you outside the door."

Su Moxian wanted to speak, but when he opened his mouth, he found that his throat was dry and hoarse, and the words he uttered were vague and hoarse: "Where is my dad?"

The aunt put a golden fried egg on a delicate plate and said without looking back, "Mr. is on the sofa."

Su Moxian turned back quickly, on the sofa in the living room, there was a figure with his back facing him, leaning on the sofa, holding a newspaper in his hand, looking down like countless mornings, as if he heard Su Moxian's words The voice, slowly turning back...

His eyes were a bit dry. Su Moxian, who didn't shed a single tear even when he jumped over the wall and broke his leg when he was a child, seemed to have water in his eyes.

Su Moxian opened his eyes wide, staring at the back in front of him, not daring to blink for a moment.

But Su Moxian didn't wait for his father to turn around. The scene changed suddenly, and there was darkness in front of him. He was lying on a narrow bed, surrounded by the smell of disinfectant. He couldn't move, but he couldn't open his eyes, and he was cold , but his head seemed to be on fire, and he could vaguely hear the sounds of people walking and talking, which were not very clear, and vaguely heard something like "knife operation", "ice application", "serious" and so on.

Thinking of the news I read before, a guy fainted and found himself lying in a bathtub covered with ice cubes, and lost one of his kidneys.

Could it be that he also ran into such a gangster? !