After being disabled, I hired a bodyguard

He Yanzhi's mood that had just eased up a little bit instantly returned to its original state.

He took a deep breath, pressed his throat and said, "I have to ask you a question seriously - are you with me for money?"

"certainly……"

He Yanzhi froze instantly.

Yu Heng seemed to sense his strangeness, and hurriedly completed the half-sentence: "...No."

He Yanzhi: "..."

If you are out of breath, you should be dragged out and killed, okay?

Intuition told Yu Heng that something was wrong, he quickly put away his desire to continue teasing him, and tightened his arms around his waist slightly: "What's the matter, aren't you really angry?"

"What do you think?"

"...Just because I don't want to do it with you?"

He Yanzhi was silent for a moment, trying to cover up his crime of "abducting college students": "Thinking about it, I know it's impossible to do it just because of this, so I just want to ask, what do you want to do with so much money?"

"I bought you an earring..."

"Come on, the earrings are [-], I gave you a total of [-], you get [-] from your friends, what about the remaining [-]?"

Yu Heng: "..."

Of course, 6 yuan is not a fart in Yan Zong, but it is not a small amount for an ordinary college student like Yu Heng, and he has neither bought any expensive clothes or shoes, nor bought any new things for his family. Furniture or home appliances, so much money, why did it go?

Although things like money have nothing to do with him after they are given away, and he shouldn't ask, but He Yanzhi always feels that their relationship has reached this level, and it should be nothing if he asks more.

This kid asks him for tips every now and then, even if it's a joke, it's hard for him not to care.

Yu Heng was silent for a long time before he said reluctantly: "Save it for my sister and pay the tuition later..."

"Forget it," He Yanzhi didn't believe his nonsense, "You really think that I have no children and no sister, so I don't know how much the tuition is? If your sister has better grades, she can get into a good high school or a good university, and she will be able to pay for it when she arrives." The cost of graduating from college can’t cost you half a year’s salary.”

Yu Heng: "..."

Unexpectedly, he calculated quite clearly.

"So tell me the truth." He Yanzhi broke away from his hand, turned around and looked directly at him, "You didn't borrow some...a campus loan, did you?"

Yu Heng was taken aback: "What?"

"That's right... Now I often hear news that some college students borrowed campus loans and failed to repay, owed a whole lot of debt and even committed suicide," He Yanzhi said with a serious expression, "Didn't you borrow it?"

"...Why would I borrow that thing?" Yu Heng couldn't help but laugh, "Even if I'm short of money, I won't seek my own death, okay?"

"Then why on earth are you?"

He Yanzhi didn't know what happened tonight, and he had to break the casserole and ask the end. Yu Heng fell silent again. He lowered his eyes for a long time, and his expression became unnatural: "Can I refuse to answer?"

He Yanzhi said decisively: "No."

"...Okay then," Yu Heng finally sighed, closing his eyes, "Then let me tell you the truth - I want to change my mother's cemetery."

He Yanzhi never expected this answer, and was stunned for a moment: "What?"

"I want to exchange a cemetery for my mother..." Yu Heng repeated softly, and he looked at the other party again, "I want to exchange a good one for her. A good cemetery costs a lot of money, you know?"

Of course He Yanzhi knew - when his mother was looking for a place to bury his father, she found an expensive but not necessarily good place very perfunctorily.

These days, the place where the dead live is more expensive than the living. The living can at least pay a down payment of a big house for hundreds of thousands, but the dead can only buy a few square meters, and it is inevitable that they will be crowded with other dead people. "Datong shop".

There's just one thing he doesn't understand...

"Why do you want to change the cemetery?" He Yanzhi asked, "Isn't it to say 'buried in the ground for peace', your mother has been gone for many years, and the tomb is suddenly moved...isn't it good?"

"Of course I know it's not good," Yu Heng sighed again, "But I can't do anything about it. Back then, my family really couldn't afford it, so I had to find the cheapest cemetery. It turned out...it was bad luck, that place was really bad. The cemetery is not very good, the management is not up to standard, a lot of things have happened in these years, especially last summer, because of several consecutive heavy rains, a part of the cemetery collapsed, although it did not affect my mother's tomb, but it is close Far, I agree in my heart."

This kind of thing is indeed appropriate, He Yanzhi expressed deep sympathy, and asked: "Does your father know about this?"

"I don't know, I didn't dare to tell him, for fear that he would get angry in a hurry." Yu Heng said, "I originally planned to relocate the tomb after two years. When the house is demolished and I get a compensation, there will definitely be a The money was exchanged for the cemetery. But looking at it now, it seems that we can't wait that long, and it will be Qingming in two months, and I want to get this matter done as soon as possible."

He took his hand out of He Yanzhi's quilt and covered him up: "That cemetery...you understand, only the children have a bad relationship with the old man, and they are buried there after the old man dies. Last summer, The security guard at the cemetery called me and said that we visit the tombs every year and think we should pay more attention to the people buried there, so I kindly reminded us that if possible, we should try to move the tombs away, so as not to rain again and again. I can't tell where it fell."

He Yanzhi understood the ins and outs, and nodded approvingly: "That's why you have to move out quickly - why didn't you tell me earlier, you told me earlier, I'll give you money directly and you can buy a cemetery."

Yu Heng was a little speechless: "I'm too embarrassed to speak."

"Are you willing to ask for a tip?" He Yanzhi couldn't understand, "There is no difference between [-] and [-]."

Yu Heng: "..."

The world of the rich is really not something ordinary people like them can understand.

"Okay." After asking the reason, He Yanzhi's heart fell to the ground, "I will give you the money tomorrow, you hurry up and buy the cemetery, and treat it as an advance payment of your salary for a few months."

Yu Heng: "...Wake up, I'm afraid you are looking for bad luck for yourself by moving the tomb during the Chinese New Year."

He Yanzhi: "..."

Oh yes.

Yu Heng said again: "I'm sorry, I've spoiled your interest today. I saw the security guard posted a Moments in the afternoon, probably complaining that 'no one goes to the grave during the Chinese New Year, and the children are so cold now', and I suddenly remembered this time It's over, so..."

He Yanzhi: "..."

What an evil circle of friends.

So, why add cemetery security WeChat?

He was silently unhappy, and stretched out his hand to poke the other person's chest: "Then, if you have any difficulties next time, please tell me clearly in time, so as not to make me misunderstand you."

Yu Heng nodded again and again: "Understood."

"Also, please don't tease me with those jokes all the time. I've been serious for so many years. Can we be more honest and less routine?" He Yanzhi said, "I don't have your brains anymore. Be flexible and sometimes really believe it."

Yu Heng was a little surprised: "You actually admit that your brain is not working well?"

"...I have always admitted it, okay?" He Yanzhi almost wanted to roll his eyes at him, "I have felt it since I escaped from death, my memory is also bad, and my reaction is not as fast as before. Maybe I will be old in 20 years. Demented."

Yu Heng: "It's okay, even if you have dementia, I will support you."

He Yanzhi sneered: "Thank you."

"Otherwise," Yu Heng began to come up with bad ideas again, "Use it or lose it, you can't exercise all day long playing matchmaker, why don't you start tomorrow and let me do math problems with you?"

"Get out," He Yanzhi gritted his teeth, turned over, and turned off the bedside lamp in one go, "Sleep."

Since the previous night ended with a very unpleasant topic, it directly led to him having a very terrible nightmare.

He dreamed that he was back in the college entrance examination room, and faced with the extremely difficult math test paper, he looked at it with a dazed expression and could only write a big "solution" question, and said softly, "Fortunately, I'm leaving." The most important thing is the art test."

Unexpectedly, the invigilator suddenly passed by him, looked at him with sympathy, and said very gently and kindly: "Silly boy, the scores for the culture class in the art test this year are the same as those in the ordinary college entrance examination, don't you know?"

... Then He Yanzhi woke up with fright.

He opened his eyes to see the sun at 09:30 in the morning and thought the dream was really scary.

He, a 30-year-old successful man, actually dreams of the college entrance examination.

He was definitely intimidated by that kid Yu Heng.

He calmed his frightened heart, put on his pajamas and got up—I don't know if it was his illusion, but he always felt that his toes were a little more flexible than yesterday.

He yawned and saw Yu Heng appearing at the door: "Are you awake? Let's have breakfast."

Mr. Yan, who hadn't eaten breakfast for two consecutive days, didn't have much appetite, but he didn't want to be nagged by the little bodyguard, so he cleaned himself up obediently, reluctantly eating a few mouthfuls.

Ever since he said he didn't like drinking milk, Yu Heng never made him drink milk for breakfast, and usually prepared porridge, soy milk, or tofu.

Today is the last one.

Both of them are from the north, and there is not much difference in their food tastes. Even if He Yanzhi likes sweets, he is not so abnormal as to "add a lot of sugar to the salty tofu brain".

He didn't touch the fritters, but broke a boiled egg, put the yolk aside, and ate the pickles with the egg white.

Yu Heng looked at him for a while, then raised his chin at the neglected egg yolk: "Eat it."

He Yanzhi: "...don't eat."

"Really don't eat?"

"..."

He Yanzhi was still timid after all, before someone started to preach, he already felt a headache, so he could only stuff the whole egg yolk into his mouth with a painful face, picked up a chopstick of pickled vegetables, and forcefully poured two mouthfuls of tofu nao, so as to avoid being caught. The fate of egg yolk choking to death.

Yu Heng: "..."

Is it so difficult to eat an egg yolk?

He Yanzhi choked on the egg yolk, and immediately lost the last bit of appetite. He hastily drank half a bowl of tofu nao and threw down his chopsticks, ready to leave the table.

Yu Heng looked at him and said, "You are such a waste."

He Yanzhi didn't want to argue with him, so he clasped his hands together very perfunctorily, and bowed twice to the wasted tofu brain: "I'm sorry I'm guilty, and I hope you won't be reincarnated as my tofu brain in the next life."

After he finished speaking, he turned his wheelchair and slipped away.

Yu Heng shook his head, took his remaining half bowl and drank it himself.

He Yanzhi returned to the living room and found the finished woolen felt on the coffee table. He picked it up and looked at it, no matter how ugly it looked.

Although it is not easy for beginners to make works like this, it still feels ugly.

How dare you give this kind of thing as a gift.

He Yanzhi grinned and fell into deep self-disgust. He found the cat teasing stick thrown on the sofa and was about to tie the wool felt to it.

At this time Yu Heng suddenly rushed over to stop him: "What are you doing?"

"Take it for the cat to play with." He Yanzhi didn't want to look at the wool felt again, "I'll continue to make it until I'm satisfied with it before giving it to you."

"No way," Yu Heng snatched the thing over, with a straight face, "Obviously it was made for me, why did you give it to the cat? It doesn't matter what you make it, I want it."

He Yanzhi: "..."

Are you okay?

Even eat vinegar from your own pet?