Rebirth of the Super Thief

A ray of morning light poured into the room through the window. The window was half open, and a fresh breeze blew across his face.

Bai Song rubbed his eyes and sat up halfway from the bed. At first glance, his eyes saw Su Qiuyu's figure, combing his hair by the window.

Su Qiuyu Xian took care of her long hair like light clouds, and Bai Song looked at him half-sitting on the bed with a slight smile.

"What's up early in the morning?" Su Qiuyu smiled at the sight of Bai Song. "What's on my face?"

"It seems like something." Bai Song put a smile on his face and put on his clothes.

"Then you help me out." Su Qiuyu came over, supported her hands on the bed, and her crystal-like face came to Bai Song.

Bai Song just answered it casually. In fact, there is nothing, but Su Qiuyu has thrown himself away. Bai Song naturally refused to let it go, and tried to kiss his tender cheek.

But as soon as Bai Song's mouth was close, Su Qiuyu squeezed his mouth with one hand. Bai Song's mouth moved, but Su Qiuyu pinched his hand and looked like a bird's beak.

"I didn't get serious in the morning." Su Qiuyu let go and pinched Bai Song's mouth, then ignored Bai Song and continued to dress up.

Bai Song smiled helplessly, and went to dress and wash himself.

The plan of the day lies in the morning, which is busy for most people.

Office workers waited anxiously at the bus station waiting for the morning bus to go to work. They were a little anxious on their faces. The young people who sang came to the overpass and started his day with his guitar.

Bai Song took Su Qiuyu to find a breakfast shop located opposite the bank. After calling the noodles, Bai Song got up and said, "I'll go to the opposite bank."

"Bank?" Su Qiuyu looked at Bai Song's shoulder bag, and wondered why Bai Song had an empty bag when he went out in the morning: "Well, then hurry up."

Bai Song nodded across the street and walked into the bank.

The amount of a single withdrawal of an ATM differs depending on the security model of the test bank, but the single-day limit can also take about 20,000.

Bai Song can only take 200,000 to go to the counter to deal with it. Fortunately, there are few people in the morning. Bai Song picked his number and it was his turn without having to wait in line.

There are also people at the two counters dealing with the business, a young man and a middle-aged person. The middle-aged person handles more than Bai Song's money.

The young man only came to apply for a card. He was quite bored and waited for the bank clerk to handle it. When he heard the hundreds of thousands of dollars raised by the middle-aged population, he felt a little inferior.

He was just an intern in a unit. The whole body cost only a few hundred yuan. He was relieved when he saw Bai Song, who was about the same age as him, how much money can be saved by young people?

It kind of made him feel like it.

But when he heard the word "200,000" from Bai Song's mouth, he didn't believe it at first and was surprised when it was withdrawn. Baihuahua's banknote was indeed an impact to him.

In particular, it happened to peers.

Bai Song simply took the money and left. The young man looked at Bai Song's back from surprise and became envious: "If I were also born in a rich family, it would be great."

When people are better than their peers, they will always find various reasons to cover up their fragility.

Bai Guang's Yu Guang noticed the young man a little. When he was young, he looked at other people's tens of thousands and hundreds of thousands when he withdrew money in the bank, and he also experienced the deep sense of weakness.

This is also an important reason to push Baisong to gamble money. From the day when he first tasted the sweetness and won thousands of nights, it became out of hand.

Back at the breakfast shop, Bai Song picked up chopsticks and lowered his head to eat noodles. Su Qiuyu looked at the bulging backpack and asked, "You made it?"

"Well," Bai Song yelled vaguely and agreed.

After eating, I took a taxi and went to the bus station. My parents lived in a nearby county, which took about an hour.

"Let's buy those fruits in the past." Watching Su Qiuyu walking towards the fruit stand, Bai Song said, pulling Su Qiuyu.

Su Qiuyu nodded, and the two bought a ticket and got on the car.

Bai Song looked out the window and didn't know what he was thinking. Su Qiuyu, who was sitting by the window, said gently, "Would you like to sit inside?"

Bai Song shook his head, then closed his eyes.

No way.

If there is an artifact in the real world, it must be called time.

Some memories will make you slowly forget, but sometimes it will make some scenes permanently engraved in your heart, even if you have experienced past life.

In the district, at the foot of the old building.

Bai Song stopped.

The lacquered stone tables and chairs, the basketball stand without a basket, and the invariable scenes of the previous **** evoke memories of the heart.

Bai Song looked at everything around him and remembered that every time after school came home late ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~, he would always encounter his mother looking for his own figure. At that time, the mother always said she was afraid of getting lost.

At that time, Bai Song didn't understand. How could he get lost when he was familiar with the distance from school to home?

Until today, Bai Song didn't understand that her mother was afraid that she had failed to learn and went astray.

But they still failed to learn, and bet their pensions.

Looking at the stairs in front of him, Bai Song felt that the steps were too heavy and he couldn't move. He couldn't imagine how the parents who loved and loved themselves in previous lives spent their old age.

"At this time, you are not going to retreat." Su Qiuyu took Bai Song's hand and looked at Bai Song's eyes: "Trust me, I will forgive you."

After speaking, Su Qiuyu blushed and said, "You used to treat me like that, do I forgive you now?"

"Well." Bai Song was in a complicated mood and didn't have much to say, and he went up the stairs with a slight response.

There is not much dust in the stairwell, but all kinds of garbage are scattered all around and no one cleans it. Only the section of stairs towards the parents' doorway is slightly clean.

Ding Dong!

Watching Bai Song's indecisiveness there, Su Qiuyu reached out and helped Bai Song ring the doorbell.

After waiting for a while behind the door, a question came: "Who?"

Bai Song held his pocket and said nothing. Seeing that Bai Song didn't speak, Su Qiuyu didn't say anything. After all, if he didn't even open the door, he would suffer.

Crunch.

The security door was a bit old and a crunching noise came from it.

Bai Song saw that face, a vicissitudes-filled face when he was only fifty, and a few silver wires between his foreheads made him feel a little heartache.

"Mom, it's me." Bai Song whispered his head down, but his eyes were extremely firm.

Time relentlessly urges people to grow old, all this life can do is to make the speed of their success to catch up with time to promote their parents. (To be continued.)