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After expressing his condolences, Zhang Tiegen handed the things in his hand to Song Xiaobao.

Song Xiaobao looked at the two people in front of him in amazement, but said gratefully: "Thank you very much. Please come in."

"Grandpa and grandma, someone is here and they say they know my father." Song Xiaobao walked into the main room, shouted, and at the same time put the gift in his hand on the ground.

"It's your father's cronies again? Tell them that your father is dead, so they are not allowed to come again!" An old and angry voice sounded.

"It's not a sleazy friend, he's well dressed." Song Xiaobao said. "Come out quickly."

"Got it, got it, you bloody ghost!" the old man cursed rudely.

Zhang Tiegen and Yang Zimo entered the living room together. The sand on the earthen wall was severely weathered, and the white lime that had been plastered on it fell off in one piece, and another piece in the west, like sores.

Because the weather is good and the house is small, the light comes in from the door, so the inside doesn't look dark.

At this time, Song Xiaobao put the two small benches away, and invited Zhang Tiegen and Yang Zimo to sit down.

Zhang Tiegen took Mazha, cleared the place under his feet, and sat down: "How is your father's funeral?"

"The lives of us poor people are just like that. They were sent to the funeral home by the police station to be burned. In fact, I know that my father has already been bombed and there is nothing left." Song Xiaobao said quietly.

Zhang Tiegen sighed and didn't say anything else, for fear of arousing Song Xiaobao's sadness.

At this time, a bent old man came out of the next room unsteadily.This person should be Song Dabao's father.

Zhang Tiegen and Yang Zimo both stood up quickly.

The old man looked Zhang Tiegen and Yang Zimo up and down with half white and half black eyes, and was surprised to see that these two were indeed different from those of Song Dabao's friends, and he didn't know why.

Then he said: "I am Song Dabao's father, where did you come from, and how did you know that prodigal son of Dabao?"

Zhang Tiegen said: "The day Song Dabao was bombed, we were also in that parking lot."

"Oh, so that's the case! Sit down, it's really rare that you are so caring." The old man said.

Then, Song Xiaobao brought over a relatively high chair and let the old man sit down.Elderly people are old and have inconvenient legs and feet, so they cannot make small benches. This is a common sense problem.

"What do you two do?" the old man asked.

"I opened a bar, and this Miss Yang is a reporter." Zhang Tiegen replied. "Old man, what do the police say about Song Dabao?"

"Well, the police said that Dabao drove a guest's car without permission and collided with someone, causing the car to explode and burn himself inside." The old man's eyes were red. "That prodigal son, he doesn't learn well at ordinary times, and has been messing around all his life! Fortunately, his guests didn't come to ask for compensation, otherwise we would sell our whole family, and we wouldn't be able to pay him back! That bastard is dead, and our family is clean!"

What this old man said is right, that's called a man who hates iron but can't make steel.It seems that Song Dabao didn't worry the whole family before.

"Old man, Song Dabao is dead, is there someone who will take care of you and compensate you?" Yang Zimo asked.

"How about compensation?" The old man shook his head in pain and said, "People like us have been suffering and poor all our lives, where have we bought any insurance? When a person dies, everyone thinks that he is dead, so there is no need to continue to suffer and suffer in this world .”

Yang Zimo sighed, really didn't know how to say it, and felt extremely pity but couldn't find the appropriate words to express it for a while.I had no choice but to turn my head and look at Zhang Tiegen helplessly, hoping that he could come out and say something at this time to save her.

Zhang Tiegen nodded slightly, and asked the old man in a gentle tone: "Old man, what do you do for a living now? I saw a lot of bottles and cans in the yard outside your house. Are you doing waste recycling? "

"You young man is really good at talking. In fact, you make a living by picking up trash. Our old couple are fairly flexible now. We go out to the trash can every day to pick up some bottles and sell them. Although the income is very high on Weibo, we can barely live these days. Go down." The old man said.

"Then what is Song Xiaobao doing now? Are you still in school?" Zhang Tiegen turned to look at Song Xiaobao and asked.

"What school are you going to! This kid is just like his father, he's a bastard, he's not good at thinking, he dropped out of school after graduating from junior high school! Now he's messing around with ordinary local gangsters every day, and today he's learning martial arts from others. He's still fighting with someone tomorrow. It's not enough for me to fuck his father with his grandma, but I have to continue to fuck this kid!" The old man sighed.

Then, the old man pointed to a sandbag thrown on the ground next to the pile of plastic bottles in the yard outside the house, and said, "Look at that sandbag, it's what this kid used to beat."

Hearing what the old man said, Zhang Tiegen looked at Song Xiaobao in surprise, and asked, "You learn martial arts from others, and you also go out to fight with others. Do you want to join the underworld?"

"What's wrong with being in the underworld?" Song Xiaobao curled his lips and said, "Let me tell you, you don't understand. Just our old black brother here has already made a name for himself on the road, managing Ertiao Street, leading ten Brothers, now every day is delicious and spicy!"

"Then how do you think your kung fu is doing now?" Zhang Tiegen asked with a smile.

"Does it need to be said? The master Wang who taught us said that I have excellent bones, and I am a genius in martial arts! My current martial arts is the strongest among my brothers." Song Xiaobao said proudly.

"It seems that you are very good at fighting. Okay, you go out with me, and I will see how good you are at fighting." Zhang Tiegen said with a slight smile.

The heart said: still the bones are exquisite?Most of the sayings in martial arts novels are used to deceive the masses who don't know the truth...

Song Xiaobao wondered: "Hey, you are black and thin, do you still want to fight with me with such a small body?! Be careful, I will kill you!"

As he said that, Song Xiaobao followed Zhang Tiegen out of the house suddenly.

"Xiaobao, you're not a bastard, don't fight with the guests, don't hurt them!" The old man hurriedly stood up and shouted loudly.

Yang Zimo quickly supported the old man, but she never expected that Zhang Tiegen would suddenly propose to fight Song Xiaobao.

That Song Xiaobao is still young, but his body is very strong, he looks very powerful, and his height is also a little taller than Zhang Tiegen.

She was afraid that Zhang Tiegen would suffer, so she said anxiously: "Tiegen, what are you doing here? Why are you going to fight all of a sudden?"

Zhang Tiegen waved his hand calmly, and said with a smile, "Don't worry, it's fine, he won't hurt me. If he can touch the clothes on my body, I think he has the ability."