"After drinking, can I go? Boss Zhang." Nangong Zeye raised his head to finish his drink without frowning, and then looked at Boss Zhang.

The corner of Boss Zhang's mouth curled up slightly, revealing a smile, and when Nangong Zeye turned around to leave, he stopped him again.

"and many more--"

After saying that, Boss Zhang stood up and walked in front of Nangong Zeye.

"Here—this is for you." As he said, he stuffed a stack of red bills into Nangong Sawano's front pocket, with that wretched smile, "If you come to drink with me every day If so, I guarantee that such a thick stack of banknotes will enter your pocket every day."

Boss Zhang looked at Nangong Sawano's handsome face obsessively, and the hand that put the money had subconsciously moved to Nangong Sawano's shoulder, touching him greedily.

"..." Nangong Zeye didn't say anything, just smiled and left quickly.

At that time, it seemed as if something was about to burst out of his chest, making him eager to get out of there.

The bright red banknotes stuffed in his pocket at this time are like the dirtiest thing in the world, grinning at his incompetence and humbleness.

However, he couldn't just smash them all back in the old man's face, because he needed them, and he really needed them now.

Maybe he worked here for a month, and the money he got was less than one-tenth of what he had in his pocket at the moment.

Today's Nangong Zeye is selling his self-esteem and the only thing he owns.

It's just because he hasn't found Han Xiaotu yet.

……

……

The next day, Jiang Muliu and Han Xiaotu went to a nearby supermarket for big shopping.Since Jiang Muliu left home, Han Xiaotu stayed at home almost every day, cooking something to eat and never going out, so the refrigerator was already empty.

And the "self-cooked" cat food is almost finished.

The two walked among the shelves of the supermarket, discussing frequently, holding the things they needed, like two "little couples" living a happy life in harmony, and even the aunt passing by was very envious. .

However, after living happily with Jiang Muliu for a few days, one morning, Han Xiaotu unexpectedly discovered that Jiang Muliu's mood was not right.

He looked very haggard, his eyes seemed to be bloodshot because he didn't sleep well at night, and his already fair face was also pale and sickly at the moment.

"Jiang Muliu, what's wrong with you?"

Seeing Jiang Muliu sitting sluggishly on the sofa with a cigarette case beside him, Han Xiaotu asked worriedly.

Jiang Muliu had never had such an expression in the past few days, but today, his face seemed to be covered with a layer of dust, with a sense of decadence and sadness.

"Today...is my mother's memorial day."

Jiang Muliu sighed and spoke slowly.

The last time Han Xiaotu heard Jiang Muliu talk about his mother, his expression slowly calmed down, not knowing how to appease Jiang Muliu's emotions.

"Come with me to visit the grave."

Suddenly, Jiang Muliu opened his mouth, raised his head and looked at Han Xiaotu indifferently.

There was nothing to do, Han Xiaotu nodded immediately.Afterwards, the two of them went out together to the cemetery where Jiang Muliu's mother was buried.

In front of Jiang Muliu's mother's tombstone, Han Xiaotu saw the photo of Jiang Muliu's mother for the first time.

She looks beautiful, although she is no longer young, and even her face is haggard and haggard, but she can't cover up her own youth and beauty.

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