I provoked you on purpose

"Zhou Chong, don't listen to your second uncle, you come to eat at home, second uncle... second uncle won't ask you for money."

This sentence almost came out of Zhou Wenwu's mouth hesitantly, but it might be the hardest thing he has ever said in his life.

"Don't ask him for money, you raise him! How can you afford it! I'm raising the whole family by myself, what can you do?

If you can earn me 2000 yuan a month, who do you want to support, who do you support, but you yourself have to take so many medicines and can’t do any work, who do you support! "Wang Cuihua glared at him, with anger and complaint in her tone.

Her family is poor, Zhou Wenwu is weak, and can't do much work, so she can only support an old man at home. She is a woman who leads the family, and it is not easy to support the whole family. Open your mouth, wouldn't the whole family have to drink the northwest wind?

Besides, it's not that Zhou Chong is short of money, the third child has earned a lot outside all these years, at least he must have a hundred thousand, that's a hundred thousand!Wang Cuihua has never seen so much money in her entire life.

Their families may not be able to make up five figures, but Zhou Chong can at least have ten times his own!Where do they need to be raised.

What the wife said made Zhou Wenwu stop talking. He put his head down and gathered his jacket, took out a pack of cigarettes with blurred brands from his pocket, squatted at the door and buried himself in smoking.

It's hard at home too!

He wants to support his nephew, but he has no money, and he can't even support himself.

"Second Auntie, that's what I planned too. Since you chose it, it would be even better. I will pay for grandpa's pension and my father's funeral. I won't let you pay a penny. It should be mine, and I won’t miss a single point.”

Zhou Chong is very calm, this is what he planned, and there is no discrepancy now, which is quite good.

"As for me, I'm not going to eat at your house."

"I came back from the south, and the taste is not as good as yours, so forget it."

He didn't take Wang Cuihua's face too much, so he gave an explanation anyway.

"Okay, that's just right." Wang Cuihua had no objection, "Since everything has been agreed, let's do it this way."

She looked at Zhou Chong, thought for a while and said, "Your second uncle has found someone these two days, and he will bury your father in two days. We won't invite relatives and friends, and relatives have also dispersed over the years." No, except for your aunt and our family members, there is no one else, but no matter how few people there are, this flowing banquet has to be held, and helpers have to be invited to have a meal. This is the rule of the town , but it won't cost much, but you have to let your father go with dignity."

Zhou Chong didn't know much about these rules. When his father passed away, everything was handled by his grandfather's family. At that time, his mind was still confused and he didn't care about anything, but he knew some trivial things .

There are burial rules, but it is not casual.

"Okay." Zhou Chong nodded, and looked at Zhou Wenwu who was squatting at the door: "Second Uncle, my father's affairs are bothering you, just tell me what you need me to do, and I will give you the money when the time comes."

Zhou Wenwu still squatted at the door and didn't speak. He was smoking a cigarette with one hand, and raised the other hand to wipe his face. Maybe he was crying, but in the end he still couldn't say a word.

On the contrary, Wang Cuihua readily agreed: "Don't worry, this matter will definitely be settled for you. The third child is from the Zhou family, and is Wenwu's younger brother. Your second uncle will not wrong him, and will let him go well."

Zhou Chong raised his eyelids, showing no expression at all.

younger brother?

Why did the Zhou family care about Zhou Wenbin?All he cared about from the beginning to the end was Zhou Wenbin's money, otherwise Zhou Wenbin, a good old man, would not dare to go home for more than ten years!

Don't you think it's ridiculous to say this?

Zhou Chong felt that it was really ironic.

The night was very quiet, and from time to time there were a few meows of old cats around. It was like a child crying, but it was a bit creepy.

Zhou Chong didn't fall asleep, the electricity was cut off at night, he lit a candle on the table and drew pictures.

On the snow-white sketch paper are clothing design drawings.

It’s not that Zhou Chong never thought that if his father hadn’t passed away, if he hadn’t missed a major subject because of this, maybe he would have been able to get into the university he likes, choose the fashion design he likes, and be himself along the way clothing, has its own studio.

It's not that Zhou Chong didn't think about repeating his studies, but his father wanted him to go back to Jinbei. In fact, how could he not know the old man's plan?

The old man didn't want him to study design, he thought it was gimmicky, crooked, and nothing good, it would be better to be a teacher or a doctor, after all, he is a solid job!

If the old man hadn't said it while lying on the hospital bed at that time, maybe Zhou Chong would have insisted on it to the end, but if not, no matter how cold-hearted Zhou Chong was, he couldn't go against the old man's last wish.So, he went back to Jinbei, and he also reported to the health school.

But dream about it, you have to chase after it, people have to have a head for what they like!

The candlelight was still on, the lights never went out, and the figure never left.

The sky is bright.

Zhou Chong washed his face and looked at his watch. It was already 07:30 in the morning. He always got up early, and he had the habit of running in the morning when he was in Jiangshi.

It's just that now in this alley, I can't run away, so I simply packed up my things and went to have breakfast.

He didn't eat last night, so he was hungry early in the morning.

At this point, the bun shop at the entrance of the alley should be open.

Zhou Chong put on his own down jacket, heaved a sigh of relief, and walked towards the entrance of the alley. The morning wind was still bitingly cold. Fortunately, he brought an extra hat today, so it was not that uncomfortable.

The steamed stuffed bun shop is run by an old couple. They must be in their 70s or [-]s. The old lady is in charge of making the buns, and the old man carries the buns and puts them on the steamer. When both of them get busy, the stall is left alone. Fifty cents a bag, three yuan a soup bag, just take it yourself and put it in the money box.

When Zhou Chong came, there were not many people at the stall, and the steamed buns had already been steamed, so the old man sat on a small bench beside him, guarding the stall, and collecting money from time to time to pack the buns from the guests.

"A cage of soup dumplings, a cup of soy milk." Zhou Chong said.

"What soy milk do you want? Come to Jinbei, don't you want to try the camellia here?"

The familiar smoke sounded behind his ears, Zhou Chong turned his head, and Xie Yunsheng was standing behind him.

The man didn't wear the military overcoat today, but he changed into a camel-colored windbreaker, still a double-breasted one, with a pair of black trousers underneath, and a pair of black leather shoes on the soles of his feet.

It's really another dress like a scene of a car accident!

Mess!Bells!

Isn't it cold in minus ten degrees?

Zhou Chong glanced at his frozen blue ankle, ignored him, turned around and said to the old man, "A basket of steamed stuffed buns, a cup of soy milk."

Xie Yunsheng saw that this person didn't listen, so forget it.

"Grandpa Wang, bring me a bowl of camellia oleifera with more chili peppers." Xie Yunsheng said familiarly.

There were small tables and stools in the steamed stuffed bun shop. He walked straight over and found a place to sit down. His pair of long legs that had nowhere to rest hit the small stool and had to curl up.

"Come on, sit down." Xie Yunsheng greeted Zhou Chong with a smile: "Aren't you cold outside the station? It's more than ten degrees below zero."

Zhou Chong looked at his frozen blue ankle, and felt that it was inexplicably ridiculous for the words to come out of this man's mouth.

Who is cold?

But the inside of the house is indeed much warmer than the outside, as soon as the steamed buns come out, it's as if there is heating in the house.

Zhou Chong didn't refuse either, and took a bold step to sit next to Xie Yunsheng.

"Hey, let me tell you, don't look at this small shop, the taste is really good, the Camellia oleifera from Grandpa Wang's house is well-known in the whole of Jinbei, it has been a time-honored brand for decades, the old man made this. For a lifetime, the taste is absolutely amazing!" Xie Yunsheng squinted his eyes and smiled while giving a thumbs up.

"You really don't know how to eat. What kind of soy milk do you drink? Camellia oleifera is so good."

Zhou Chong felt that this person was really a chatterbox, and he talked endlessly.

"You care about me?" Zhou Chong raised his eyelids and stabbed him: "I like soy milk."

He is a southerner, and it is difficult to change the food he has been accustomed to for so many years. I have to say that the food culture between the North and the South is really different, and it will be difficult for him to accept it for a while.

"That's right, you are from the south, which is different from ours." Xie Yunsheng smiled, and leaned sideways to Zhou Chong's side: "Which city did you come back from? Can you tell me?"

The sudden approach made Zhou Chong a little stunned, a faint smell of tobacco filled his nostrils and fingertips, it wasn't pleasant to say the least, but it wasn't uncomfortable either.

"Smoking early in the morning? I'm quite addicted to cigarettes." The question was not answered, Zhou Chong turned his eyes sideways, and slightly raised his head to look at Xie Yunsheng.

Xie Yunsheng was a little apprehensive at this glance, and he couldn't see Zhou Chong's attitude, was he angry or not?This person has a naturally indifferent look, and he can't see anything.

"cough!"

"that……"

"Baozi, Camellia Camellia is here!" The old man interrupted Xie Yunsheng's words with a yell, which happened to give Xie Yunsheng a chance to change the subject.

"Come, come, eat first, it won't taste good when it gets cold." Xie Yunsheng took the oil tea and put it on the table, taking a deep breath.

One word, fragrant!

"This is the soup dumpling from Jinbei. It's different from your southern ones, but it tastes delicious. They are all freshly made. The soup is very fresh!"

Xie Yunsheng unceremoniously picked up a bun, then pinched the skin of the bun, bit it open, and sipped the soup inside. "Grandpa Wang, another basket of buns!"

"You eat, don't just drink soy milk, this thing is so weak, what is there to drink? Why don't you try a bowl of camellia oleifera?" Xie Yunsheng tried his best to promote his camellia oleifera.

Zhou Chong still ignored him, he was holding a bowl of soy milk, and took a straw to suck it up. There were two steamed buns on the table. Can't help stretching out.

fresh!The taste is really good, not at all worse than Jiangshi's crab roe buns, it's really delicious.