I provoked you on purpose

He is not used to others being nice to him, that way he will be burdened and feel guilty, at the beginning he didn't think Zhou Wenwu was a good person, so he was indifferent, he blamed his father for what happened in his life, he remembered the Zhou family.

But looking at Zhou Wenwu like this now, he really can't complain, and he can't blame him either.

His second uncle is in poor health and takes medicine all the year round. The family still raises two children to go to school. The only woman the family can count on is Wang Cuihua, who has never been a wife in his life.

"Second Uncle, I..." Zhou Chong frowned, not knowing how to say no: "My dad has enrolled me in Jinbei Medical College, and I have to report in two days, and I have to live on campus."

"You don't have to burden yourself too much. I don't blame you for my dad's affairs. I can take good care of myself."

Zhou Chong raised his eyebrows, turned his face and looked at the man beside him: "If I need it, I will definitely ask you for help."

Even though Zhou Chong knew that this need might never be there in his lifetime, he still had to say so.

He was actually avoiding. He didn't want to have too much contact with the Zhou family. Even though he was relieved now, he still didn't want to have too close a relationship with the Zhou family. He was going to leave Jinbei after all.

Zhou Wenwu didn't speak, but tears flowed down his face again. He looked up at his nephew who was a head taller than him: "It's Erbo's fault. It's Erbo who's sorry for you and your father!"

"It's not your fault." This was the first time Zhou Chong spoke to comfort Zhou Wenwu in this way: "You really don't have to blame yourself so much."

"My father didn't suffer much when he left. He went to find my mother, and he missed her." Zhou Chong lowered his eyes, his nose was sore again, but he didn't cry.

"Let's not talk about it, when will my aunt come over?" He had never met this aunt, but he heard from his father that the aunt's marriage was not very good, her husband was crippled, and her family's conditions were not very good.

"I guess it's almost here. She's far away from here, more than ten miles away, so she's slow to ride." Zhou Wenwu frowned, and his face was a bit embarrassed.

"I'm going to buy some snacks for Linghua. If you have anything you want to eat, tell Uncle Er, and I'll bring it for you." Zhou Wenwu said.

Linghua is the youngest daughter of Aunt Zhou Chong, and she is not too old. Zhou Chong has only heard of that child, but has never seen that child.

"Let me go, I don't know how to greet you here, please be busy, I'll go buy it." The cigarettes in his pocket were gone, so he had to buy one too.

After finishing speaking, he didn't care whether Zhou Wenwu answered or not, just copied his pocket and passed.

The small shop sells everything, spicy sticks, potato chips, cotton candy, jelly, watermelon-flavored bubble gum, and some messy things like Zhou Chong took a few packs and put them in a plastic bag.

"A box of Xiaosu." Zhou Chong stood in front of the counter with something in his hand, thought for a while and then raised his head to look at the little girl with a round face: "Wait a minute."

"Take the box of three rings, Xiao Su doesn't want it anymore."

The round-faced little girl was stunned, as if she didn't expect Zhou Chong to be able to draw three rings.

She took out a box of three rings from the counter and placed them in front of Zhou Chong, then dumped all the snacks on the table, counting each package.

"A total of ten yuan." The little girl looked at Zhou Chong with round eyes and smiled. This was the least amount of money this person had ever spent.

"Whether it's milk? The hot water is always hot and warm."

"Bottled?"

"No, it's in a bag, and it's boiling in a thermal pot." The little girl was still smiling.

"Bring a few packs." As he spoke, he took out a 20 yuan note and handed it to the little girl: "Bring the rest, no need to look for it."

After collecting the money, the little girl went to the side and opened a thermos pot covered with a quilt, and then opened the lid of the thermos pot, and the hot water vapor inside floated up. For ten yuan, the little girl gave four packs of milk, all of which were hot. Yes, holding a pack is very warm in the palm of your hand.

Zhou Chong was carrying a plastic bag in one hand, and copied it into his pocket with the other. There was a pack of hot milk in his pocket, which was very warm against his hand.

The noodle shop opposite was still closed, and Zhou Chong didn't see Xie Yunsheng either, presumably he was either in the hospital with his mother or at Huang Mao's.

When Zhou Chong returned to Zhou's house again, there was a [-]-bar bicycle at the door. The bicycle was very broken, and the body was all gray. There is still a mud ring on the wheel of the ring, and I don't know where it was brought from.

"Zhou Chong, it's just in time for you to come back. Your aunt is here and she is talking with your second uncle in the room. You should go over quickly." Wang Cuihua said while placing the bowls and chopsticks on the table.

Entering the room, the first thing I saw was a woman with a weathered face and gray hair. She had a disheveled face, thick eyebrows and big eyes, and a straight nose. She was wearing a blue cotton padded jacket, sitting in the back room. On the high bench, there was a little girl about ten years old by her hand.

The child wears two braids, her eyes are big, and she looks like her mother. She sits obediently on a small bench, holding her mother in one hand, while the other hand is hanging down. She looks at the ground and doesn’t speak. , did not move, just sat there quietly, blinking for a while.

"This child is..." Seeing someone approaching, Zhou Wenling was obviously taken aback.

She looked at the big boy with a height of 1.8 meters in front of her, and looked at the facial features that were as tough as sculptures. Her nose became sour instantly, her eyes instantly turned red, and her tears couldn't be stopped like rain.

"Wen Bin...is this Wen Bin's child?" Zhou Wenling cried and looked at Zhou Chong with tears in her eyes, as if she didn't dare to recognize her.

She has been married for more than 20 years now.

For more than 20 years, she hasn't been back to Zhou's house very much, but she still misses her two younger brothers, who are her one-mother compatriots!How can you not want to?

But she didn't expect that one day a white-haired man would send a black-haired man to send her younger brother away with her own hands. How cruel!That is her own brother!

"Sister, it's Wen Bin's child, named Zhou Chong." Zhou Wenwu patted her on the shoulder, took a piece of paper aside to wipe her tears: "Sister, don't cry, your eyes are bad, so you can't cry."

"Your name is Zhou Chong? That's great, it's great that your father got that name!"

Zhou Wenling's nose was sore, as if she wanted to laugh, but she couldn't, tears still hung on her eye sockets.

The girl sitting on the bench saw her mother crying hard, and hurriedly stretched out her hand to help her mother wipe away the tears. She opened her mouth to tell her mother not to cry, but she didn’t utter a word, so she could only wipe her mother’s face little by little with her hands. Face.

"Auntie." Zhou Chong finally opened his mouth.

His eyes were still a little swollen, but his expression was calm, without much ups and downs, as if all his strength had been wiped out by the big cry in the morning.

"My dad didn't suffer much when he left. He was tired and wanted to go home. I brought him back, and he also rested in peace." One sentence is very clear, the deceased rest in peace.

"It's because I'm tired, Wen Bin... he's suffering too!"

"It's all the fault of that woman! If it weren't for her, how could my brother die in a foreign country?"

Zhou Wenling's nose was sore again, but there was a hint of hatred in her words. She hated the Zhou family and Mrs. Zhou. If it weren't for Mrs. Zhou, how could the three of them have come to this point? Will not go home for so many years?

However, no matter how much hatred there is, people have already gone.

Zhou Chong didn't speak, and he didn't know what else to say, about his father's past?He did not want……

Those memories were buried deep in his heart, and talking about them now is like opening his scars, he doesn't want to think about them, and when he thinks about them, he has to accept the fact that his father has passed away, it hurts too much.

"Linghua, come here, this is your brother, brother Zhou Chong, come and call me brother." Zhou Wenling saw Zhou Chong's discomfort, so she wisely stopped bringing up the past.

She patted her daughter's head and told her to go see Zhou Chong, but the child was extremely shy, holding his mother's hand, and refused to let go at all, with a pair of big eyes full of panic, and his whole body seemed to be shaking a little .

"Linghua, good boy, this is your brother, your cousin." Zhou Wenling patted the child's head and stroked it lightly. The child's trembling was not so severe, but he still refused to speak, but his eyes But he stared straight at Zhou Chong.

Zhou Chong didn't speak, but stepped forward and handed the plastic bag to Linghua.

"Take it and eat."

The little girl was a little afraid to move, but her eyes were a little bright, and she wanted to lift her fingers, but she was a little too afraid. Zhou Chong didn't say anything, just let go of his hands and put the snacks in the little girl's palms, and then he didn't move his head. Go back out.

He wants to smoke.

The room feels depressing.

After striking the match and lighting the cigarette in his hand, a puff of pungent smoke rose slowly. Zhou Chong took a deep breath while pinching the end of the cigarette.

"What stuffy smoke are you smoking in the corner here?" A soft smoke sounded behind his ears, Zhou Chong was pinching his cigarette, and when he turned around, he saw Xie Yunsheng standing at the corner with his hands clasped.

"Why are you everywhere?" Zhou Chong sneered, as if he didn't expect Xie Yunsheng to appear at this point. "Why don't you go to Huangmao's for a living, what are you doing here?"

"I went back to the noodle shop to get something, and I took a look here, and I saw you."

"Tell me, does this count as fate?" Xie Yunsheng walked towards Zhou Chong with his hands folded, his eyes crooked and smiling.

His lowered eyes happened to catch a glimpse of the cigarette he was pinching in his hand, and the three bright circles immediately made Xie Yun happy: "Yo, three rings?"

"Bankrupt? Why did you switch to this? Where's your little Su?"

Xie Yunsheng smiled and made fun of Zhou Chong.

Zhou Chong rolled his eyes at him and didn't answer his words. He just raised his hand and took out the cigarette case from his pocket, and threw it into Xie Yunsheng's arms: "Come here?"

Xie Yunsheng took the cigarette case, twitched his finger lightly, and held the cigarette butt between his fingertips.

"Let's have a fire with you." He tilted his head, turned half of his face slightly, with a cigarette butt dangling from the corner of his thin lips, and gently moved the cigarette butt towards Zhou Chong's cigarette.