Life is a Game

Hearing Jiang Weiming's words, Jiang Yong and Jiang Yanlu got up and followed him into the room, Jiang Xiaoran just gave them a strange look and then took the bowl to eat.

The typical big and big meal is the biggest.

Jiang Feng could only stay 5 meters away from Jiang Xiaoran's side. Jiang Weiming probably chose the innermost room so that the conversation would not be heard by everyone. This also made Jiang Feng unable to get in at all, he could only get stuck in the wall.

Yes, stuck in the wall.

For the first time, Jiang Feng discovered that not only can pictures be stuck in the game, but also in memory.

Jiang Feng, who was stuck in the wall and couldn't see anything, but heard it very clearly because of the darkness: ...

Forget it, at least you can hear it, if you get stuck, just get stuck.

"Come on, what's the matter?" Before Jiang Weiming could speak, Jiang Yong spoke first, his tone very cold.

"That's right, that's right...Xiaoyong, brother wants to borrow some money from you."

"How much?"

"150000……"

"150,000?" Jiang Yong's voice was full of surprise, "What do you want 150,000 for?"

"It's...it's...it's..." Jiang Yanlu hesitated for a long time and couldn't say a word.

"It's Xiao Zhe." Jiang Weiming said, "Xiao Zhe broke an instrument in the factory when he went to work in the factory, and he has to pay 200,000 yuan."

"Yes." Jiang Yanlu said, his voice was getting weaker and weaker, obviously because he lacked confidence, "You know my situation, all these years I have been paid dead wages, just a little money, and I don't have much ability. Put it together and add it together I only collected more than 50,000 yuan, so I want to borrow 150,000 yuan from you."

Jiang Feng couldn't see the expression on Jiang Yong's face, but he felt that Jiang Yong's expression would definitely not be very good at the moment, and he might even stare at Jiang Yanlu with a mocking face, because his voice was full of mockery.

"Turnover, when are you going to pay it back?"

Jiang Yanlu didn't expect Jiang Yong to ask himself this, he hesitated for a long time and couldn't say anything.

"Assuming that I borrowed it from you for Yanlu, your mother and I still have some pension funds, and the family still has a few acres of land and some old gadgets. If we sell them all, we should be able to pay for it." Jiang Weiming said suddenly.

There was a dead silence.

Not to mention the few people in the room, even Jiang Feng who was stuck in the wall was surprised. He had been hearing Jiang Weiming say that he spoiled his elder son too much and treated his younger son very unfairly a few years ago, and that the bowl of water was not fair, but he did not expect Jiang Weiming to be so unfair to the bowl of water.

This is not a bowl of water that is not level, it is like turning a bowl of water into a seesaw.

After a long time, Jiang Yongcai asked, "Dad, do you believe it?"

No one answered.

"Do you really believe what elder brother said? Do you really believe that Jiang Zhe is paying 200,000 yuan for breaking an instrument in the factory?"

"It's...it's true." Jiang Yanlu defended in a low voice with a very guilty conscience, "If he doesn't pay it off next month, Xiao Zhe...may go to jail."

"Prison?" Jiang Yong sneered, "Do you think I'm a fool or my father is a fool? Since Jiang Zhe broke the equipment in the factory, what about the compensation bill?"

"Which factory is it? What equipment was broken? When did it break? If it's true, let's say 150,000, I'll borrow it even if it's 250,000."

"Yes... yes... yes..." Jiang Yanlu didn't say anything for a long time.

"Dad, tell me, do you believe it? If you believe me, I will remit the money to my eldest brother tomorrow."

Silence answered him.

It took Jiang Weiming a long time to speak, his voice was hoarse: "Yanlu, tell your brother the truth."

"Dad, what I just said is true..." Jiang Yanlu wanted to struggle again.

"Tell the truth!" Jiang Weiming's voice was extremely harsh.

"Yes... it is Xiaozhe who owes usury."

"How do you owe it?" Jiang Yong asked.

"He is...Xiao Zhe was also deceived by others. He didn't expect that he was really used by others. He is not like this. He would not have done such a thing before." Jiang Yanlu also wanted to replace Jiang Zhe excuse.

"Why do you owe it?" Jiang Yong repeated.

"Xiao Zhe said that he lost a lot of money when playing cards. He must have been cheated. He didn't know what happened and lost more than 200,000 in one night. He must have been cheated!"

"Ah."

Jiang Yong sneered and said nothing.

"Brother." Jiang Yanlu's voice was full of pleading, "There is nothing we can do. The loan sharks came to the door years ago, and they said that if Xiao Zhe didn't pay back the money next month, he would have his hands and feet broken. They can really do something like this, last month they let Xiao Zhe stand barefoot on the ice, and they wouldn’t let him get off until the ice melted.”

"Brother, I beg you. Just this time, I will ask you to borrow money for the last time. Xiaozhe was just fascinated for a while, and he was also deceived. He swore to me that he would never borrow usury again. Brother, you If we don’t lend us money, we can only sell the house. If we sell the house, our family will have no place to live. Xiao Zhe is not married yet. If he doesn’t even have a house, how can he ask for a wife in the future? !"

"You will believe him when he swears? Look at his virtue today, where does he show any introspection?" Jiang Feng suspected that Jiang Yong wanted to slam the door and leave, "Did you hit him?"

"He...he is so old, how can he fight?"

"He's so big, you know he's so big, and you're still wiping his ass at such a big age!" Jiang Yong said sharply, "Sell the house."

"younger brother!"

"I'm just doing it for your own good. If you don't sell the house, he won't even receive the last lesson. Anyway, you still have money if you sell the house. I've heard that people will die if they don't have enough to eat. I haven't heard of people without houses. Will die." Jiang Yongdao.

Jiang Yanlu was so choked by Jiang Yong that he couldn't speak for a long time, so he could only ask Jiang Weiming: "Dad."

Jiang Weiming sighed: "Xiaoyong, just help your brother one last time."

"It's all like this and you still want me to help him?" Jiang Feng felt that Jiang Yong's words were suppressing his anger.

"He has nothing to do, only you can help him." Jiang Weiming's voice was so low that it was almost inaudible.

Jiang Yong laughed angrily: "Dad, our family only has a deposit of more than a hundred thousand yuan, but his English score is not good, and his mother still wants to enroll him in remedial classes."

There was another silence.

"Lend 100,000 yuan to your brother first. Your mother and I still have some pension funds to scrape together, which should be enough." Jiang Weiming said weakly.

"Need not."

"Don't worry, I will lend you 150,000 yuan even if I want to borrow it. Dad, this is the last time, this is the last time. Since you don't have my son in your heart, then I will call you Dad again for the last time." .”

"I hope he can take care of you in the future."

Jiang Yong pushed the door out, and Jiang Feng quickly came out of the wall, seeing Jiang Yong walking quickly to the living room with a sullen face.

After tens of seconds, the door opened again, and Jiang Weiming, who seemed to have aged a few years, and Jiang Yanlu, who couldn't suppress the joy in his heart, walked out of the room with a smile on his face.

"Dad, don't take it to heart what my brother just said was just angry words." Jiang Yanlu said.

"Last time." Jiang Weiming said.

"The last time? Don't worry, this is definitely the last time. Xiao Zhe will get better, and he will never do such absurd things again. He has been so good at home recently that he didn't go out to play cards. "Jiang Yanlu happily walked to the living room quickly.

Jiang Weiming took a deep look at his elder son, his eyes were full of disappointment and chills.

He didn't move, just stood there quietly, in a daze, like a sculpture.

Jiang Yong returned to the living room and said to his wife and children with a cold face: "Put on your clothes and go back."

"Go back so early." Grandma Jiang Xiaoran got up, seeing Jiang Yong's expression, she could probably guess what happened in the house, she felt a little bit reluctant.

"Xiaoyong, sit down and have a conversation, Mom hasn't seen you for a long time." Grandma Jiang Xiaoran looked at Jiang Yong.

Jiang Yong glanced at the Jiangyan Road family and then at his mother. He was afraid that he would not be able to suppress the anger in his heart if he stayed here any longer, so he forced a smile: "Mom, I really have something to do tonight, and I will call you tomorrow." Telephone."

"Dad, can we not go back? I'm so tired, I don't want to go back, let's stay at Grandpa's house tonight!" Jiang Xiaoran persuaded.

Of course he could tell that Jiang Yong was unhappy, but Jiang Yong would not be very happy when he came home every New Year, so he was used to it.

"Get dressed."

"dad!"

Jiang Xiaoran didn't know that he happened to bump into his father's muzzle at this moment, Jiang Yong was furious from it, he couldn't control his temper for a while and slapped Jiang Xiaoran hard.

This slap stunned everyone, including Jiang Xiaoran.

How could Jiang Xiaoran, a rebellious teenager who was in the second stage of middle school, stand such a sudden slap, and quarreled on the spot, and quarreled with Jiang Yong in the living room.

I don't know which of Jiang Xiaoran's unintentional words touched Jiang Yong's anger, maybe it was the sentence "You don't go home because you have a bad relationship with grandpa, and you don't let me live in grandpa's house", which made Jiang Yong furious, With one kick, Jiang Xiaoran was kicked from the center of the living room to the wall.

Now the whole Jiang family was in chaos, Lin Juan hurriedly stepped forward to check if Jiang Xiaoran was injured. Grandma Jiang Xiaoran couldn't control that much, she just scolded Jiang Yong head and face.

The scolding and noise woke up Jiang Weiming who was standing in a daze at the door of the room. When Jiang Weiming came out, he saw Jiang Xiaoran who was sitting on the ground crying and scolding his father from the air.

Jiang Feng also had to admire a little, the teenage Jiang Xiaoran had a really hard head, and he didn't forget to scold back under such circumstances.

"What's wrong? But what's wrong with you?" Jiang Weiming looked concerned.

"Grandpa, Dad just lost his nerve, he kicked me!" Jiang Xiaoran continued to yell at his father after complaining.

Jiang Feng: ...

Nothing to say, awesome!

Jiang Xiaoran yelled at his father in the air, Jiang Xiaoran's grandmother yelled at his son in front of him, Jiang Yong was beaten by his mother and son, and he didn't even dare to say a word.

The main reason is that he also realized that he had lost his composure, Jiang Xiaoran's kick and slap were really innocent. Otherwise, if Jiang Xiaoran dared to scold him face to face like this on weekdays, he would have been beaten by him long ago.

Within a few minutes, the scolding of the two stopped almost at the same time. Grandma Jiang Xiaoran was tired of scolding, and Jiang Xiaoran was thirsty.

Compared with Grandma Jiang Xiaoran, Jiang Xiaoran just had a unilateral hoarse quarrel rather than scolding, and the words were full of words full of grief and indignation, such as why did you kick me.

The price is that Jiang Xiaoran is dumb.

"Lin Juan, I still have chicken broth in the kitchen. I'll pack two bottles for you and remember to cook a bowl of chicken noodle soup for Ranran tomorrow morning." Jiang Weiming said.

"Thank you, Dad." Lin Juan said, stirring the boiling water in the cup with a spoon and waiting for the water to cool.

Jiang Xiaoran quarreled there for a long time and didn't even have to drink his saliva.

"Cough, grandpa, I want to drink some chicken soup." Jiang Xiaoran knew that he would not be able to stay at grandpa's house tonight, and he had fights and quarrels, so it would be a big loss not to eat more before leaving.

"Then grandpa is going to get you a bowl. That's right, do you want deep frying? Do you want to pack deep frying for you too?" Jiang Weiming asked.

"Yes." Jiang Xiaoran nodded.

It didn't take long for Jiang Weiming to come out with a bowl of warm chicken soup. Jiang Xiaoran took the chicken soup and poured it down. It's not an exaggeration to describe it as a cow chewing peonies.

Jiang Feng was still reminiscing about Jiang Xiaoran's wonderful performance just now, but suddenly he was shrouded in mist, and he could only hear the sound of Jiang Xiaoran sipping chicken soup.

Jiang Feng: ...

"Googling."

Why is it so delicious? He also wants to drink chicken soup.