Chapter 31 Pretery

The old man has fallen asleep peacefully. After all the pressure and helplessness are released, the whole person is unprecedentedly relaxed. Ye He chart is slightly cold, and there is a new plan in the bottom of his heart. There is no mediocre person in the Ye family. To be honest, Ye Hetu has never hated his father Ye Zhengling. What is more terrible than hatred is indifference. For a person An indifferent attitude is the real disregard. Fortunately, Ye Hetu is not a ruthless and righteous person, nor is he really indifferent.

Many people have some unspeakable grievances in their lives. These unspeakable grievances can only be borne by one person and cannot be shared. When they die, they also have to be brought into the coffin. Ye Hetu's master has difficulties, and Xiao Yichen's master also has the same, and Ye Hetu's grandfather and father may not have no grievances. At night, will anyone also have trouble sleeping because of some unspeakable worries?

"Let's go." Ye Hetu ordered. Zhong Zhigang followed and watched the old man gently carry into the house by Ye Hetu, and carefully covered the quilt.

"Hmm."

Without any hesitation, he walked directly out of Yangjiao Hutong. Ye Hetu, who had planned to discuss some things with the old man, finally gave up this idea. The old man who had spent most of his life muddle-headedly should enjoy his old age calmly. As the only relative he could see, Ye Hetu couldn't bear to let him roll up again. Into the whirlpool.

No matter how powerful he used to be, he is just a lonely old man now.

"The two kids in front of you stop." Not long after walking out of Yangjiao Hutong, Ye Hetu and Zhong Zhigang were stopped by a group of young people wearing floral shirts and messy hair.

The leading young man wore a pair of sunglasses, a radio in his hand, and played Tong Anger's "Actually, You Don't Understand My Heart". He hummed softly and was complatic.

Ye Hetu and Zhong Zhigang stopped and watched the young man walk in front of him. The young man turned off the radio, took off his sunglasses, and looked at Ye Hetu and Zhong Zhigang. The main focus was on Ye Hetu. The young man's clothes were to keep up with the trend. Floral shirts, flared trousers, sunglasses, three-joint leather shoes, and Ye Hetu's eyes swept. When the young man wore leather shoes, it was a little strange. Didn't these shoes take off the pair of shoes thrown in the garbage heap the day before yesterday?

The young man saw Ye Hetu staring at his shoes with pride. He had seen this kind of shoes in the department store, and the price was ridiculously high. The average working class did not eat or drink and had to work for three months to buy it. That day, when he passed by Yangjiao Hutong, he accidentally found a pair of shoes in the garbage dump. He quickly found it. After a closer look, he found that it was the three-joint leather shoes he saw in the department store. The workmanship seemed to be more delicate. To his surprise, this pair of shoes were still completely 90% new, without any damage. He didn't understand which fool threw such a valuable thing everywhere. Anyway, After he picked it up, it was his own. The feeling of wearing it on his feet was different. The little brothers' envious eyes earned him face. He told them that these shoes were bought by his uncle who worked in Canada. He did have an uncle in Canada, but there has been no news for more than ten years.

"What are you looking at? Haven't you seen leather shoes?" The young man deliberately bit the word "skin shoes" very hard, and the effect was achieved. The little brother behind him was jealous of why I didn't have a rich uncle.

"I've seen leather shoes, and I've never seen such novel leather shoes. Brother, where did you buy them?" Ye Hetu looked curious. It seemed that he was envious of the leather shoes on the young man's feet.

The young man said complatonically, "Just take a look. Ordinary people can't afford shoes like mine." Ye Hetu's hard pursuit made him look more face in front of his younger brothers. When he was accumuling Ye Hetu and Zhong Zhigang's money that looked like " honest people", he suddenly decided to leave a few yuan for them to take the car.

"I don't know if these are enough." Ye Hetu took out a large pile of colorful U.S. dollars from his pocket and asked imperlessly. He learned that the Bank of China had opened a business to exchange U.S. dollars. Ye Hetu was going to go there to change all his U.S. dollars into RMB, otherwise it may become an embarrassing scene when Agaganto drank tea and eating hot pot in a restaurant, because Many small stores only accept RMB, not US dollars.

The young man knows the US dollar, because the last time a buddy came back from a foreign country to work, there was this kind of banknote in his wallet. He could go to the bank to exchange RMB. I heard that one can be exchanged for eight, which is affordable. The greed in his eyes was not concealed, and some of his men could see that it was dollars. A group of people stared at the stack of dollars in Ye Hetu's hand and swallowed saliva.

The young man snaps his finger, and immediately a pawn came up to him.

"What is he doing?" The young man pointed to Ye Hetu and asked the little brother. He saw that Ye Hetu was just pretending to be stupid. No matter how he pretended, he had no idea about the dollar in Ye Hetu's hand. Before doing it, he had to find himself a grand excuse.

This little brother stared at the dollar in Ye Hetu's hand and drooled. If you have this money, you can go to Laifu for a Man-Han banquet.

"Report to the boss, he's pretending."

Hearing this answer, Ye Hetu almost didn't breathe. He didn't shrink his hand holding the dollar. He wanted to see what novel method this group of people wanted to use to deal with him next. With these combat effectiveness, he fell to the scum, and he was afraid of accidental injury when he took it to practice.

When the young man got the answer, he nodded with satisfaction and asked Ye Hetu, "Do you hear me?"

"I heard it." Ye Hetu subconsciously nodded, with an innocent expression.

"Give me your dollars when you hear it." The young man said impatiently.

No matter how smart Ye Hetu is, he can't turn the corner at once.

"Why?"

The young man looked at Ye Hetu with the sympathetic eyes of the mentally disabled children and said slowly, "It's strange that such a large pile of dollars let you take out and pretend that you are not robbed by others. You are a stranger. You must not be familiar with the rules of our Beijing people."

Ye Hetu said curiously, "You are right. I'm really not from Beijing. What are your rules in Beijing?

The young man was not in a hurry to answer. He took out a large front door bought loosely from the pocket of his shirt. It cost four yuan. He put it in his mouth. A young man immediately drew a match to light a cigarette for him. He smoked a sip of smoke and felt that the atmosphere and the opportunity were enough. Then he said, "In Beijing, the most unpleasant thing for the locals is not to People pretended in front of him.

The little brother behind him nodded at the same time with deep approval. The boss is worthy of being the boss. There is enough reason to say that. If Ye Hetu doesn't give the money to the boss, he will be sorry for the boss's bitter persuasion.

"Oh," Ye Hetu suddenly realized and continued to ask, "What if someone pretends?"

"What should I do?" The young man held the smoke between his two fingers and pretended to be fierce and said disdainfully, "Smoke into the smoke fiercely and let him remember next time!"

As soon as he said this, the young man felt as if his whole body had flown up. With a "dong", he was already lying on the ground ten meters away, and his head was bleeding.

The first thing that reacted to the local people, the first one ran away, with the first one, and the second and the third came one after another. In ten seconds, the person slipped without leaving any left. Originally, Ye Hetu pinched the heat, and the young man who did not fainted wanted to get up, but the young brothers who escaped accidentally stepped on their faces and fell down again.

During the whole process, Zhong Zhigang didn't say a word.

Ye Hetu walked to the young man, squatted down and said with a smile, "Thank you for teaching me how to do it. In fact, not only you Beijingers, even outsiders like me can't stand other people pretending in front of me."

The young man who heard this sentence fainted directly.

(PS: I heard that there is another waste wood that wants me to update it with ten thousand words? I can't afford to get up in the middle of the night and update ten thousand words~~~)