Night’s Nomenclature - Chapter 132
[One hundred and thirty-one, cannons to fight mosquitoes]
Qing Chen stood in the corridor.
Standing silently.
He looked at the familiar and suddenly unfamiliar door in front of him.
Because of the old building, the box of the electric switch in the corridor has no cover.
In the past, there was always a power outage at home, so I had to keep candles. Once the trip went out, my father had to go outside with a candle and push the switch back on.
But it won’t happen again from now on.
Qing Chen seemed to recall everything in the past quickly.
Only then did he raise his hand, dong dong dong, and knocked on the door of his former home.
The door opened, and Qing Guozhong stood in the room with a dark face: “You are not in school at the moment, why are you running back?”
Qingchen asked calmly, “Why do you want to sell this house? Have you ever thought about where I will live after the house is sold?”
Qing Guozhong had never seen an aggressive son, but his momentum dissipated for a while.
However, he quickly raised his eyebrows: “This is Lao Tzu’s house, if I want to sell it, I can sell it! This house is gone, you can go to live with your mother! I don’t know who reported Lao Tzu so badly. After squatting in it for so long, I tell you, don’t come to see Lao Tzu at this time!”
“The court sentenced me to you,” Qing Chen said.
“Your mother is rich now,” Qing Guozhong said while twitching his neck. “Her family has a big house now, you can live in her directly.”
“Where was the money under my bed yesterday?” Qing Chen asked.
“No,” Qing Guozhong said, “that money was given to you by your mother, right? She doesn’t need these thousands of dollars now, you go to her directly, don’t look for me in the future! I can’t figure it out, I Why did you follow me when you divorced your mother!”
Qingchen looked at him and said, “My mother is still paying living expenses every month. What responsibilities have you taken on?”
When Qing Guozhong heard this, he was not happy: “Do you really think that your mother pays living expenses for you? She is for herself!”
Qing Chen was stunned for a moment.
Qing Guozhong scolded and said: “Do you know why she doesn’t directly transfer the living expenses to you, we agreed that she must call me your monthly living expenses before I agree to divorce her, otherwise I will marry her. She can’t get away from this marriage even if it’s so messed up!”
“So it is,” Qing Chen sighed inwardly.
Qing Guozhong continued: “Now that her economic conditions are better, if you give you a few thousand dollars, you think she is better than me? She is not a good person! I sold this house, and I can leave some money for you in the future. Go to college!”
Only Qingchen knew that the thousands of dollars were earned by himself, not from his mother Zhang Wanfang.
Therefore, Zhang Wanfang never gave him any additional gifts beyond the agreement in the divorce agreement.
What Qing Guozhong said about leaving the money for him to go to college was nothing but a lie.
In this world, the words of gamblers are the most unbelievable.
At this moment, life showed the most hideous side in front of Qingchen.
The bloody, ugly side.
Beneath the abyss, there were countless pairs of dark hands trying to drag the boy down, endlessly.
Qing Chen raised his head and stared straight at Qing Guozhong, and the endless tearing in his heart suddenly stopped at this moment.
“You sell the house, there will be no father-son relationship in the future,” Qing Chen turned around and walked out of the corridor.
Jiang Xue in the next room wanted to rush out to scold Qing Guozhong several times, and tried to hold Qing Chen to comfort her several times, but she remembered what Qing Chen had explained: don’t let Qing Guozhong remember any clues, He won’t come here again after the house is sold, but if you let him know that Aunt Jiang Xue, you have a good relationship with me, he will even come to you to borrow money in the future.
Therefore, Qingchen wants to cut off all relationships, rather than continue to be entangled.
Qing Guozhong behind him did not retain Qingchen, but said to the intermediary: “See, did you?
When the matter is settled, you quickly call the customer who is willing to pay to the Housing Administration Bureau, complete the formalities today, and ask him to pay the full amount!
”
Qingchen walked to the road of the office and looked at the vehicles coming and going.
The uncle who sold roasted sweet potatoes on the side of the road was turning on the earthen stove and pinching each sweet potato to see if it was soft.
A middle-aged man passed him by on the phone, saying that he would work overtime tonight and not go home for dinner.
The No. 46 bus slowly stopped in front of the stop sign. The driver was bored and waited for the passengers to get off the bus. The passengers sitting in the bus looked aimlessly out the window.
But none of this has anything to do with Qingchen.
He felt that the whole world was filled with an unfamiliar sense of alienation.
The phone vibrated in his pocket, and he took it out to see that it was a call from Zhang Wanfang.
Qing Chen picked it up: “Hello?”
Zhang Wanfang said, “Xiaochen, my mother is on a business trip this weekend, so I won’t see you anymore…”
Qingchen hung up the phone, then put Zhang Wanfang and Qing Guozhong’s phone numbers on the blacklist, and deleted them all on WeChat.
After a while, Jiang Xue chased after her. She held Qingchen’s hand and asked, “Xiaochen…Are you all right?”
Qingchen smiled: “It seems that it is not that difficult to let go of the past. However, I still have one thing to do.”
…
It was approaching midnight.
Qing Guozhong hummed a little song and walked under the dim street lights. He drank some wine and was in a good mood.
He held a plastic bag in one hand, which contained the tens of thousands of dollars he had just withdrawn, and in the other hand picked up his mobile phone and made a call: “Hey, old Zhang, where are you playing cards? There are no people… Look at what you say. Yes, I’m rich, I just sold the house today and I’m going to leave all the pants you won!”
“Okay, I’m nearby, you wait for me to arrive soon…”
Qing Guozhong continued to walk forward.
At this moment, he seemed to feel that something was wrong and looked back suddenly.
However, there was not a single person on the path behind him, and only stray cats shuttled between the green belts in the empty midnight street.
Qing Guozhong smiled, thinking that he was really suspicious.
“Maybe I’m scared in the detention center, what’s the matter, if I let me know who reported the report, I’ll have his legs discounted!” Qing Guozhong said to himself.
After he finished speaking, he turned two streets and got into a building in a certain community.
After he entered, Qingchen walked out from the shadow of the building in the community.
“Hey, hello, is 110? I want to report that there are people in 101, Gate 3, Building 7, Luoyin Family Courtyard, who have gathered to gamble, and the amount is huge,” Qingchen said with his mobile phone: “Well, there are more than three people in the group, and the amount of gambling exceeds 50,000 yuan. , enough to file a case for prosecution. Come here quickly, don’t worry, they can’t escape.”
After hanging up the phone, Qing Chen also walked into the corridor.
To be honest, when learning tracking skills and combat skills, Qingchen never thought that he would use those high-end skills in such a place.
I don’t know what Ye Ma’s expression will be when she hears this.
[End of this Chapter]
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