Infinite Throne

During dinner, Lin Yebai looked at Zhang Xiaoming with encouraging eyes. This filial son with good cooking skills heated up the leftovers from lunch. The braised pork became softer and the pickled cabbage inside absorbed the fat, showing an attractive color.

Zhang Xiaoming put the wine bottle on the table with a clang. Old Beijing Red Star Erguotou, a bottle of 500ml, 56 degrees, very exciting.

"Dad, do you want to drink it?"

"No."

"Real men should drink Erguotou." Zhang Xiaoming urged.

"When I was young, I drank three bottles in one meal. You can't even finish one bottle, right?" Lin Yebai put down his chopsticks.

"Who said I can't finish it? One bottle is still okay."

"Dad, give you some."

"Okay." Lin Yebai did not refuse this time.

Zhang Xiaoming filled the disposable cup and motioned his old father to drink. He blew directly into the bottle, tons, tons, tons.

Lin Yebai waited for him to get drunk, opened two more bottles of Red Star Erguotou, and handed them to Zhang Xiaoming.

"Dad, did I drink too much?"

"Not much, you can still drink."

"Dad, am I drunk? Why do you look like your hair is white?"

"I'm old." Lin Yebai said calmly.

"No... your hair is long... Dad, your eyes are so red..."

Zhang Xiaoming couldn't help shivering, and he saw double vision and felt dizzy.

"Presbyopia." Lin Yebai explained seriously.

Perhaps drinking more Erguotou can help you see the truth of the world?

But the truth is not necessarily better than the illusion.

"No... I don't think it's right..." Zhang Xiaoming smiled and drank the bottle of Erguotou in his hand.

"Just another bottle." Lin Yebai opened another bottle of Erguotou and handed it over.

"Yes, yes, yes, Dad, you are right!"

The wine that Zhang Xiaoming poured for Lin Yebai before was also poured into the Erguotou bottle by Lin Yebai, slightly avoiding Zhang Xiaoming's sight and not letting him see it.

"Dad, fill my glass!"

"Even if you are my dad today, you have to listen to me and fill my glass..."

Zhang Xiaoming's face flushed and he slapped the table repeatedly.

"Okay." Lin Yebai was also very gentle to this filial son today. He poured wine when he said to pour wine and filled the glass when he said to fill it.

[Literature Teacher]: Father is kind and son is filial

[Men on both sides]: Father's love is like a mountain

[Class Representative]: Tears

Zhang Xiaoming was drunk, or every man has a dream in his heart. Whatever he points to, the old father will do. This feeling of hitting wherever he points is simply refreshing.

Lin Yebai opened a bottle, and he took another bottle, like a drinking machine. As a person who has been lazy and gluttonous all year round, Zhang Xiaoming's alcohol tolerance is pretty good. He drank five bottles of Erguotou and didn't fall down. When Lin Yebai opened the sixth bottle, Zhang Xiaoming finally fell on the table, snoring like thunder.

Lin Yebai took the blanket from Zhang Xiaoming's bedroom and covered Zhang Xiaoming's back. The porridge he cooked for himself was ready. After eating, he went downstairs to play chess with the old men nearby.

Retirement life is so ordinary. It is another relaxing and pleasant day.

The next afternoon, Zhang Xiaoming finally woke up. His neck could hardly be straightened. His whole body was sore, stiff and numb. The worst thing was his head. It was so painful that he had double vision when he saw things.

He almost couldn't hold it in. He limped to the bathroom and avoided the fate of peeing his pants. After washing his face with cold water, his head hurt even more. Last night, I drank with my dad, and then I blacked out. How much did I drink?

He counted, six bottles of Red Star Erguotou, one of which was opened but not drunk.

"Dad, how many bottles did I drink last night?"

"I fell down after two bottles." Lin Yebai was ready to go out again. It was time to play chess.

"It shouldn't be..." Zhang Xiaoming had a severe headache and couldn't remember anything.

"Dad, you drank three bottles?"

"Heh." Lin Yebai smiled, didn't say anything, holding the thermos cup, walking calmly, and throwing himself into the wild chess competition held every day in the park.

Of course, this leisurely mood didn't last long.

Lin Yebai's newly bought smart phone rang, he took out his mobile phone to answer the call, and the other old men and women found that he could use a smart phone, and they all showed unbelievable expressions.

Old Zhang is so fashionable!

"Dad, there is a problem with a project in the company... Do you have money? I will return the money to you immediately after this level is passed." It was the voice of the eldest brother Zhang Xiaogang, tired and righteous. He subconsciously felt confident that he would not be rejected by his old father.

"No."

"The old house..." Zhang Xiaogang asked.

"Oh, the old house was sold a long time ago. It was sold to a landlord in that building. Although I have lived in it for the past few years, I have also been paying rent. At the beginning, your mother's treatment and my medical expenses, this money has been almost spent." Lin Yebai spoke.

"Dad, when did you sell it? Why didn't you tell us? How much did you sell it for?" Zhang Xiaogang asked repeatedly.

"I can't remember. I sold it for a few years."

"Dad! Were you cheated?" Zhang Xiaogang's voice suddenly became louder. Lin Yebai didn't turn on the speaker, but the volume was loud enough for the old men around to hear it. Everyone showed the expression of an old man on the subway looking at his phone. The most annoying thing is that young people say "Were you cheated?"

Lin Yebai hung up the phone, too lazy to say anything else, another filial son is about to appear.

"Old Zhang, what's wrong?" the old man asked.

"It's okay, don't worry about it, continue playing... Where's my car?" Lin Yebai found that one of his chess pieces was missing.

"I don't know." The old man looked confused.

"Fire the cannon, check your army." Lin Yebai pushed the chess piece and won another game. The old comrades nowadays have no martial ethics. In order to win a game of chess, they use all 36 strategies, which is very cunning.

"Old Zhang, can't you let me go?"

"This is a matter of principle."

"My son bought Wuliangye, let you drink two cups."

"No alcohol." Lin Yebai was firm.

"Then Wuyi Mountain Dahongpao, can you give you some?"

"No tea." Lin Yebai still refused.

"What do you drink if you don't drink tea with a thermos every day?"

"Soak wolfberries."

"You really are!"

The old men around him all showed expressions of disappointment.

After a fierce battle, Lin Yebai successfully won the wild chess competition. On the way back, he called a landlord of the old house and colluded with him to say something to avoid being exposed.

Zhang Xiaoming was still sleeping, snoring like thunder, his mobile phone was ringing, and the caller ID showed "Big Brother", but Zhang Xiaoming was unaware.

Lin Yebai blocked Zhang Xiaoming's phone number to avoid disturbing Zhang Xiaoming's sleep. After blocking, it was indeed much quieter. Zhang Xiaoming's frown was relaxed and he looked like he was sleeping soundly.

As expected, Red Star Erguotou can relieve all worries.

Zhang Xiaogang didn't get through the phone call, and he was anxious to get money and a high-speed rail ticket, so he came to this city overnight. At one or two o'clock in the morning, he knocked on the door outside.

In order not to wake up the neighbors, Lin Yebai got up and opened the door.

"Dad!"

Zhang Xiaogang actually hadn't seen his old father for a long time. With that oppressive look, he was a little nervous for a while.

"Where's Xiaoming?" Zhang Xiaogang asked.

"He's asleep." Lin Yebai glanced at Zhang Xiaogang. He came out with a briefcase. It seems that he really didn't think about bringing a gift for his old father. He knew to bring a souvenir when he went to his colleagues and leaders' homes, but he forgot to visit his parents.

"Dad, I'm here..."

"If you have something to say, I'll tell you tomorrow. Let's clean up first."

Lin Yebai looked around. The living room was a mess. Although Zhang Xiaoming had simply cleaned it, the house was still dirty and messy. There were many dishes piled up in the sink. The landlord was in tears when he saw it.

"Dad..." Zhang Xiaogang's face was full of rejection. He was still wearing a suit. How could it be convenient to clean up?

"Whatever you want." Lin Yebai returned to the room and locked the door.

His room was neat and clean, completely different from the outside. As for what Zhang Xiaogang did and where he slept, it was not a problem he cared about.

Zhang Xiaogang didn't even dare to sit down, for fear that the sofa would be dirty and his suit would be dirty. If he hadn't really run out of money, he wouldn't have entered this place.

If it were in the past, he would definitely spend money to live outside and hire a housekeeper to clean up, but a penny can make a hero fail. He didn't have much money left, so he had to save it.

After thinking about it again and again, Zhang Xiaogang still took off his suit. It happened that Zhang Xiaoming had clothes drying on the balcony, so he changed into them and started cleaning.

I haven't done this kind of thing for a long time, so I'm still a little rusty. If I perform better, I should be able to get the money, right?

Dad actually sold the house. From the tone, it sounds like he didn't sell it now. The house price has increased several times in the past few years. It's really!!!

The more he thought about it, the more he felt that he was at a disadvantage. He mopped the floor with all his strength, making it shiny, and cleaned the room thoroughly. He didn't care if the sofa was oily, and just fell on it and fell asleep.

Now Lin Yebai doesn't ask Zhang Xiaoming to get up early. Because going to bed and getting up early is good for health. If Zhang Xiaoming is in good health, he can't buy longevity insurance. At least he has to go to the ICU, or get cancer to buy longevity insurance, and he is eligible only when his life is endangered.

The biological clock that he developed some time ago made Zhang Xiaoming wake up on time at 5:30. He had slept for a day and two nights, and he was still sore all over. When he left the bedroom, he found that his elder brother Zhang Xiaogang was lying on the sofa in his house!

Good guy, didn't Zhang Xiaogang always look down on him? Why did he come here? It's really strange. Did he know about the longevity insurance?

Zhang Xiaoming felt a little guilty, so he didn't wake up Zhang Xiaogang. He planned to stay at a friend's house for two days.

Zhang Xiaogang was not used to sleeping on the sofa, so he turned over and fell down. He held his waist and found Zhang Xiaoming here when he opened his eyes.

"Xiaoming, why didn't you answer my call yesterday?"

"Drunk."

"You are so old, but you only know how to drink. You haven't improved at all!" Zhang Xiaogang habitually scolded.

"You have improved, why are you here?" Zhang Xiaoming said unhappily.

"Dad said he sold the house. I was afraid that he was cheated, so I came to see."

"When did he sell it? How come I don't know?" Zhang Xiaoming looked suspicious.

"I don't know when he sold it either. It seems that he sold it for a few years. Really! The house price there has risen to 20,000 recently."

"Maybe he didn't sell it. Besides, this house belongs to Dad. What does it have to do with you whether it is sold or not?" Zhang Xiaoming questioned.

"Of course I have a share of Dad's house. Even if he sells it, I have a share of the money." Zhang Xiaogang said confidently.

"We should split the money equally." Zhang Xiaoming also had an idea.

"Will you lose the money if you keep it in your hands? If you invest it with me, you will get at least 20% interest every year."

"Really?" Zhang Xiaoming seemed to believe it.

"Of course, I'm your brother, how could I lie to you?"

The two of them discussed it, completely forgetting Zhang Xiaohong in the middle, and completely forgetting the wishes of their old father.

"If you want this money, you still have to make our father happy." Zhang Xiaoming rolled his eyes.

"Aren't you the one he likes the most? Come."

"That was when I was a child. Now my father doesn't like me anymore. He says every day that he wants to live with my second sister."

"You can't let him go, just coax him a little more."

The door of the second bedroom creaked open, and Lin Yebai got up.

Zhang Xiaogang and Zhang Xiaoming froze instantly, not daring to look at their old father's face. But Lin Yebai looked normal, went to the bathroom to wash up, and then went downstairs with a thermos cup.

"What is Dad going to do?"

Zhang Xiaogang asked after Lin Yebai left.

"Sword dancing in the park." Zhang Xiaoming has been a little used to it recently.

"Do you think he heard it?" Zhang Xiaogang asked in a low voice.

"I shouldn't, he's a little hard of hearing when he's old, and we didn't speak loudly just now." Zhang Xiaoming was a little uncertain.

"What if he heard it?" Zhang Xiaogang seemed to see a sum of money flying away in front of him.

"If he heard it, he would have packed up and gone to my second sister's house. Now he's practicing swordplay in the park, so he definitely didn't hear it." Zhang Xiaoming smiled and said, "You know my dad's temper, he's like a barrel, he'll explode at any moment, if he really heard it, wouldn't he beat us?"

"Be careful next time." Zhang Xiaogang breathed a sigh of relief, a little scared.