I provoked you on purpose

Zhou Chong was not a fool, he could guess a little bit from what Xie Yunsheng said, this person must have fought against Zhou Wenbao, and presumably sent him to the hospital, otherwise it would be impossible to draw such an obvious conclusion.

"I've moved it. Last year he stole a few discs from me, and even gave me a second-hand mobile phone. I grabbed it and beat me up. I suffered a slight concussion and stayed in Banyueyuan."

Xie Yunsheng rubbed the tip of his nose, feeling a little embarrassed, this was the first time he told Zhou Chong about his crap, beating people was really not a great achievement.

"Good fight." Zhou Chongzin smiled with his eyes narrowed, his brows and eyes rarely curved.

The way he smiles is really pretty, like a piece of ice that has been frozen for ten thousand years and suddenly melts, passing by with the warmth of the March spring breeze, making people's hearts skip a beat.

"How much do you know about this mess of the Zhou family?" Zhou Chong asked.

"Ah? Are you asking this?" Xie Yunsheng frowned, and then looked at Zhou Chong. The man was still calm and calm, and there was not much expression on his face, making it difficult for people to see him. What do you think.

But Xie Yunsheng knew about what happened yesterday. After all, the commotion was so serious that some rumors could be heard. Looking at Zhou Chong's attitude towards the Zhou family, it was obvious that they didn't agree. Otherwise, he wouldn't have told Zhou Chong. , let him beat Zhou Wenbao.

"The Zhou family, it's really just like what you said, it's really a bunch of junk." Xie Yunsheng sneered with a cigarette in his mouth: "Zhou Wenbao and your second uncle's family are really not good things, Zhou Wenbao's family It's all about stealing, the old lady in his family either steals a cabbage from someone, or touches a green onion from someone, at the age of 70 or [-], she swears and swears all the time, I really don't know how your grandfather fell in love with her back then."

As soon as he talked about gossip, Xie Yunsheng became energetic.

Men are no less gossip than women, let alone people who don't like themselves, they can talk endlessly.

Moreover, if Zhou Chong wants to listen, then Xie Yunsheng is really a good person to pick up Zhou Wenbao's old background!

"Zhou Wenbao and his daughter-in-law are not much better. Zhou Wenbao is sneaky and does everything. He is lazy and doesn't do much work. He goes to work in the city and quits after working for a month or two. When will you spend this money and go again.”

"The people in the town annoy him to death, no one wants to talk to him, he is more annoying than a dog!"

There is a lot of irony in Xie Yunsheng's words. He just wants Zhou Chong to see clearly who the family is, so that he can have a foundation, and he doesn't need to hold back when dealing with local ruffians. , only in this way will they not let them push their noses to their faces and make an inch of it!

"Is this enough?" Xie Yunsheng raised his lower eyelids, raised his chin slightly, and the small mole on the lower right was particularly ostentatious.

"His wife is worse than him."

In a word, Zhou Chong became interested.

He naturally heard the meaning of Xie Yunsheng's words, there were circumstances, and the content was not ordinary.

Sure enough, just as Zhou Chong thought, the next sentence Xie Yunsheng really threw a thunder.

"Her wife stole."

"I fell in love with the man who sells tofu in the town."

"Zhou Wenbao brought such a big green shell, I don't even know it yet."

Zhou Chong lightly lit the cigarette ash, and stared at Xie Yunsheng playfully: "How do you know? Have you met?"

"Hey, you don't care!" Xie Yunsheng felt that he shouldn't have said this to this person, because he felt like he was doing something shameful.

"Anyway, you just don't want to save face with those couple. If you don't strike hard, your position will not be stable." This is Xie Yunsheng's experience in handling affairs.

In fact, Xie Yunsheng didn't need to say it, Zhou Chong never thought about saving face for Zhou Wenbao's family, and those who dared to plot against him had to bear the consequences they deserved.After all, he has never been a meek temper.

"Your second uncle is okay. He is not a bad person, but he has no skills. To put it bluntly, he is cowardly and afraid of his wife. His wife is very powerful. Anyone who confronts her will suffer. When the Zhou family separated, she picked Zhou Wenbao alone. The family of three didn't suffer at all, and I don't know how your second uncle's temperament married such a fierce woman, it's really amazing! When I saw her, I wanted to take a detour."

Xie Yunsheng smoked the last cigarette, put out the cigarette butt, and looked at Zhou Chong with a smile: "You really know how to pick and choose, and you have met such two relatives!"

The irony in the words is obvious, but it is not Zhou Chong, but the other two.

Zhou Chong raised his eyebrows, and took a deep look at Xie Yunsheng.

He has long known what the Zhou family's virtues are, but it's just from Xie Yunsheng's mouth that he has an additional level of understanding of the Zhou family's shamelessness.

He never thought about dealing with the Zhou family. Even if he has to come back now, he doesn't want to have too much contact with the Zhou family. They are a group of blood-sucking parasites. As long as they are bitten, they have to be put away Blood, Zhou Chong is not a good person, if the Zhou family members are self-aware and don't come to make trouble, then everything will be fine.

The noodle shop is not open today, it should be caused by yesterday's incident.

Xie Yunsheng's mother is still living in the hospital. Sun Dacai was opened last night, and now he doesn't know where to go. Anyway, it's not going to get better. Zhou Chong estimated that the noodle shop will not be open for three to five days. It's not that easy to get over the bloody matter.

Xie Yunsheng was called away by Huang Mao, and the two of them muttered and didn't know what they said, Xie Yunsheng greeted him, got on Huang Mao's broken motorcycle with no headlights, and with a whoosh, his figure away.

Zhou Chong didn't feel anything either. To him, Xie Yunsheng wasn't his friend, he was just an acquaintance. After all, he had only known each other for a few days, so how could he become a friend?

He has always been cold-tempered, and those who can be called his friends are either those who grew up together when they were young, or those who have had a lifelong friendship.

Obviously, Xie Yunsheng is not in this ranks, but Zhou Chong has no dislike towards Xie Yunsheng, although he is very long-winded, but it is not annoying.

Zhou Chong didn't open fire at Zhou's house, and since Xie Yunsheng left like this, he still hasn't got his own lunch.

The door of the canteen has been opened, and the person watching the store is still the little girl with a round face.

"Is there any pure milk?" After taking a few packs of instant noodles and putting them on the table, Zhou Chong thought about the old man at home again, and took out another red one hundred yuan and put it on the table.

"Yes, I just came in yesterday, and I took a few boxes, not many. There are not many people drinking this in the town, so it's not very easy to sell." It was the girl with the round face who spoke, and she was still the only one in the store.

"Take a box." Zhou Chong said.

Pure milk is for the old man.

It's not that Zhou Chong is so filial. He has never been back to Jinbei since he was born and grew up so old. Naturally, he can't get close to the old man, but his father said before leaving that he must provide for the old man until the end of his life. His grandfather is related by blood.

What's more, no matter how biased the old man's mind was before and how wrong the things he did, Zhou Chong couldn't hate a demented old man who didn't even know who he was.

Back at Zhou's house, Zhou Wenwu had already delivered food to the old man, so Zhou Chong simply took a package of milk for the old man to boil in an enamel jar.

After the milk was scalded, Zhou Chong poured the milk into the enamel jar. The old man was holding the enamel jar, drinking the milk, staring at Zhou Chong, laughing while watching, and calling San'er.

With such an old man, Zhou Chong couldn't feel any resentment in his heart.

"San'er, you, you drink." The old man stood up, hunched over, and ran towards Zhou Chong with the enamel jar.

"San'er, this is a good thing. Come on, drink it. Don't let your mother see it. If she sees it, serve it to Wen Bao."

The old man held the enamel jar and handed it to Zhou Chong's mouth, while protecting it, as if he was afraid of being caught by someone.

Zhou Chong looked up at him. The old man is already 62 this year. Speaking of which, this age is actually not that old. Maybe it is because of his illness. The old man is very old, his beard is all gray, and his face is creased layer by layer. It seems that some people believe that he is seventy.

Zhou Chong felt that the old man's illness was actually quite good, and it was good not to know anything, otherwise, knowing that his father had passed away, he would be very uncomfortable. After all, it was his own, so how could it not hurt?

But if it hurts, why let that woman abuse her?

Zhou Chong didn't understand, nor could he understand the thoughts of these older generations. After all, his father had already gone, and it was too late to regret it. He would not care about anything with the old man anymore. What do you care about.

For lunch, Zhou Chong made do with two packs of instant noodles and added two cabbage leaves. Not to mention the taste, anyway, it wouldn't kill anyone.

When the post office called, Zhou Chong had just vomited the two half-baked cabbage leaves.

"The courier has arrived?"

"Where can I get it? The postal service? OK." After hanging up the phone, Zhou Chong was still dazed. As a person who had just arrived in Nanli for only three days, how could he know where the post office in this town was.

But when the things arrived, he had to pick them up. After all, those things could be said to be all his belongings.

The town of Nanliguai is neither big nor small.There are about a few thousand people living there, and it is really lively.

When you leave the alley, you can see people everywhere. It is not difficult to find that there is only one post office in the town.

It was around two o'clock in the afternoon, and the post office was not too busy. As soon as Zhou Chong went to the place and reported his number, an old man pointed to the pile of things piled up in the corner.

"That pile is all yours."

"Yo ho! Young man, are you moving here?

With so many large and small suitcases, can one person carry them all?

Do you have a car? "The uncle asked very enthusiastically. Zhou Chong saw that his scalp was numb.

There are so many things he sent?