Wei Ling had gone to work. She was working in the morning. When Yang Haozhong dragged his exhausted body home to prepare lunch, he found that she had already prepared a sumptuous meal for the mother and son. Yang Haozhong's gratitude was beyond words.
"Mom, eat more. It's all your favorite food.”Yang Haozhong wiped the rice off the corner of his mother's mouth and picked up some food for her.
Lou Tingyu smiled sweetly at her son. She didn't have any worries or worries. Her face was filled with vicissitudes of life, showing the suffering and pain she had encountered.
"Mom, is money really that important? Did he really buy everything? Why were people so insignificant in front of money?”Lou Tingyu couldn't understand what he was saying. She would occasionally stop and look at him, nodding strangely and smiling thoughtfully. His mother was the person Yang Haozhong talked to himself about.
"When I was young, I wanted to earn money when I grew up. I wanted to buy good food and new clothes. As I grew up, I wanted to earn a lot of money because I wanted to buy my dignity so that those who looked down on me would respect me. But now, I realized that money can buy the right to live as a human.”Yang Haozhong's eyes slowly overlapped with the image of Little Wei, who thought he was handsome, suave, and flirtatious, and the Little Wei who was tortured beyond recognition and lying on the hospital bed on his last breath. His heart was heavy, as if he was suffocated by a big stone.
"I'm full. I'm going to take an afternoon nap.”Lou Tingyu put down the bowl with a lot of rice left, interrupted Yang Haozhong's thoughts, and pulled his sleeve into the house.
Yang Haozhong revealed a smile that he hadn't seen for a long time. He held her hand as if he was coaxing a child and went to the bathroom to wash her dirty mouth and greasy hands.
"Mommy, go to sleep." Lou Tingyu lay on the bed. Yang Haozhong covered himself with the blanket and turned to the living room to clean up the mess of bowls and chopsticks. Lou Tingyu pulled on the corner of his clothes and refused to let him go.
"Haohao, you have to sleep too. You have to tell Mommy a story. Xiaoling also wants to tell Mommy a story." Yang Haozhong didn't know whether to laugh or cry. When Wei Ling was still around, she had always treated Lou Tingyu like a child. Now, he was dumbfounded.
"Alright, I'll do it. As long as Mommy closes her eyes, I'll tell you a story.”
"Alright, alright. You can lie here and talk." Lou Tingyu moved closer to the bed, leaving half a pillow for Yang Haozhong. She patted the pillow and let him lie beside her. Yang Haozhong was lying next to her.
"Once upon a time, a mother rabbit had three baby rabbits. "One day, she went out to pick radishes and told the baby rabbits…" Yang Haozhong thought for a long time and finally remembered the story of 'The Big Bad Wolf and the Little White Rabbit' that Lou Tingyu told him when he was young. Yang Haozhong spoke with great interest. Lou Tingyu was mesmerized as he listened. His impetuous heart gradually calmed down. This romantic and warm feeling could fill the emptiness and boredom in one's heart, giving one a sense of satisfaction and happiness. When he was young, Yang Haozhong used his afternoon nap as a condition for Lou Tingyu to tell him stories. He also pretended to sleep to listen to more stories. When Lou Tingyu told him stories, she also looked at him like he did, satisfied with real life. If life was so simple, without greed and sin, perhaps everyone would be happy.
When Yang Haozhong woke up, night had already fallen. He curled up beside Lou Tingyu and liked to stroke her hair to sleep just like when he was young. It had been many years since he had tasted a mother's love. He greedily slept beside his mother and did not want to wake up.
"Heh heh heh. Isn't it fun?" Lou Tingyu suddenly turned her head to look at him. It turned out that she had woken up long ago, but she did not wake him up. She was playing with a fountain pen on the wall inside the bed. Yang Haozhong got up lazily.
"Mom, get up quickly. I'll make something for you to eat and turn on the TV for you, okay?”
"Alright, alright." When Lou Tingyu heard that there was television to watch, she hurriedly threw away her pen and got up.
Yang Haozhong walked into the kitchen and lit the gas stove. He heated up some leftover food from lunch and ate it with his mother. Then, he asked her to wash her feet while watching television. Although Lou Tingyu had regained her youth, she should be considered a very obedient "child" and rarely caused trouble for Yang Haozhong.
At around nine o'clock in the evening, Yang Haozhong had planned to finish his graduation thesis because he would graduate in two months. Many students in the department had already completed their theses and found a job to support themselves, but he had been delayed by too many trivial matters. It was really difficult to explain to the teacher. But he couldn't write more than a thousand words. Dewey's matter made him worried and upset. Who would seek justice for Dewey? He decided to ask Sister Chen about it and rushed to the Dream Bar with the key and the door closed.
Sister Chen was entertaining the guests in the venue. Yang Haozhong was too lazy to change into his work clothes, nor did he take off his big black glasses. He only wore a sloppy school uniform and ran into the venue. The people around him who were familiar with him did not recognize him. They looked at him with strange eyes as he shuttled through the field with familiarity, wondering why this poor scholar who looked like a student would appear on such an occasion.
"Sister Chen." When Chen Yanhong turned around and saw him, she was shocked. He was dressed exactly the same as when she first met him four years ago.
"Little Yang."
"I want to ask you what happened to Little Wei? Did the police catch the murderer?"
She didn't answer, and her expression was a little ugly. She motioned for Yang Haozhong to talk in a corner, not wanting to alarm the other guests.
"Xiao Yang, this matter... this matter can't be filed. I suggest Little Wei settle this privately."
"What did you say?" Yang Haozhong grabbed her wrist and wanted to crush it." How much did that person give you? Can't you see that Little Wei is in a very miserable state? Are you still human? Why are you so vicious…"
"Listen to me first. Don't be so impulsive, okay?”She used her left hand to pry Yang Haozhong's hand away from her wrist.
"We can't win this lawsuit, do you understand? That northeasterner had a very strong backing. Since he dared to open his business here, it was impossible for him to not have a backer.”
"What did you say? Northeasterners? Is his surname Wang?"
"How did you know? Do you know him?" Yang Haozhong let go of her wrist and leaned against the wall dejectedly. Sister Chen's words confirmed his previous guess. It was really that person! That person was the boss that Xiaowei had mentioned before. Yang Haozhong had strongly encouraged Dewey to start a business with him. Oh my god! What did I do? Yang Haozhong never thought that his encouragement would become a curse for Dewey to embark on this road of no return. He was really a mute who couldn't speak.
"Xiao Yang, what's wrong?"
"I…It's me. It's all my fault.”Yang Haozhong hit his head in frustration.
"What's wrong with you? Tell me, what happened? Don't be like this." Sister Chen desperately grabbed his waving hands.
"I was the one who encouraged Xiaowei to start a business with that northeasterner. At that time, Xiao Wei said that the northeasterner thought highly of him and wanted him to be the foreman. I didn't expect…"
"Xiao Yang, stop. Listen to me. This is not your fault!。”
"Little Wei volunteered…"
Sister Chen's words made Yang Haozhong, who was originally in a state of hysteria and deep self-blame, stop. He stared at her suspiciously. Her tears rolled down her cheeks.
"Yang. Since things have come to this, I can't hide it from you anymore. I'll tell you the truth. This lawsuit is really impossible to fight. That was because Little Wei had volunteered at the beginning. He volunteered to make a deal with that northeasterner, do you understand? However, he didn't expect that the northeasterner was not only gay, but also a sadist. He can't fight this lawsuit. Do you have the heart to see Xiaowei being tortured in court again? Do you want to see him die?"
"Why? Why did he do that?" Yang Haozhong's voice was so calm that even he did not know where it came from.
"Why? " Hehe, hehe…" Sister Chen laughed, black tears flowing out of the corners of her eyes." Because Xiao Wei wants to be outstanding one day." Don't you know that you're so close to him?”
Yang Haozhong knew that Little Wei had told him countless times that he had to earn a lot of money before he went home. He did not want to go home and be a farmer. As long as he was given a chance, he was willing to pay any price. He was crazy. He was really poor.
"Then the northeasterner is willing to fork out 200,000 yuan. This evening, I told Xiao Wei at the hospital. Your persuasion this morning was very successful. He stopped making a fuss and has hope of survival. I asked him if he wanted to fight a lawsuit with the northeasterner or take the money back to the countryside to do some business. He said that he had thought it through. He wanted money to return to the countryside to be with his parents.”
" Hehe..." Yang Haozhong sneered in his heart." Yang Haozhong, Yang Haozhong, you really know how to persuade people to live. All sins can be transcended without a trace under the cover of money. Is it really possible to live well only with money?"
"Hehe…Everyone's happy? Sister Chen, do you want to buy me a drink? Should we celebrate?" Yang Haozhong laughed frivolously and wantonly. He felt more and more that this world was ridiculous.
"You? It's up to you. You can do whatever you want. Put all the accounts under my name. I'm tired. I'll go back to my office to rest.”She raised her head to look for the familiar Xiao Yang.
Yang Haozhong turned his head and avoided her gaze as he shouted,""Waiter, open two bottles of Jack Daniels. Whoever is willing to drink with me, get over here. The boss is treating tonight.”
Accompanied by soft music, the bar suddenly became lively. This was the first time. None of them understood why this poor student was so arrogant. He dared to ask the boss to pay for it. How much did the boss spend for the night?
The two waiters who walked over did not recognize Yang Haozhong, who was now unattractive. Instead, they thought that he was causing trouble. They approached the boss with solemn expressions. Looking at their posture, as long as Sister Chen gave the order, Yang Haozhong would definitely be dragged out and beaten half to death.
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