Night’s Nomenclature

One hundred and thirty-one, cannons to kill mosquitoes

Qingchen stood in the corridor.

Standing silently.

Looking at the familiar but suddenly unfamiliar door in front of me.

Because the building is old, the electric switch box in the corridor has no lid.

In the past, there were always power outages at home, so we had to always keep candles. Once the circuit breaker tripped, my father would have to go outside with a candle to turn the circuit breaker back on.

But from now on there will no longer be such a scene.

Qingchen seemed to quickly recall everything in the past.

Then he raised his hand 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 right now, why did you come back?"

Qingchen asked calmly: "Why are you selling this house? Have you ever thought about where I will live after selling the house?"

Qing Guozhong had never seen an aggressive son, so his momentum dissipated for a while.

But he quickly raised his eyebrows: "This is my house, I can sell it if I want! This house is gone, you can go live with your mother! I don't know who is so evil as to report me, what happened After squatting in there for so long, I’m telling you, don’t bring bad luck on me at this time!”

"The court sentenced me to you," Qingchen said.

"Your mother is rich now," Qing Guozhong said, scratching his neck: "Her house is big now, you can live in her place directly."

"Where was the money under my bed yesterday?" Qingchen asked.

"No," Qing Guozhong said, "That money was given to you by your mother, right? She doesn't lack these thousands of dollars now. You go to her directly and don't come to me in the future! I just can't figure it out. Why did you follow me when you divorced your mother!"

Qingchen looked at him and said, "At least my mother is still paying for living expenses every month. What responsibilities have you shouldered?"

Qing Guozhong was unhappy when he heard this: "Do you really think that your mother pays for living expenses for you? She does it for herself!"

Qingchen was stunned for a moment.

Qing Guozhong cursed and said: "Do you know why she didn't directly transfer the living expenses to you? We agreed that she must pay me your monthly living expenses, and I agreed to divorce her. Otherwise, I will divorce her." No matter how much trouble there is, she won’t be able to leave this marriage!”

"That's it," Qingchen sighed inwardly.

Qing Guozhong continued: "Now that her financial situation is better, if she gives you a few thousand yuan, do you think she is better than me? She is not a good person! I sold this house and can leave some money for you in the future. Go to college!"

Only Qingchen knew that those thousands of dollars were earned through his own hard work and were not given by his mother Zhang Wanfang.

Therefore, Zhang Wanfang never gave him any additional gifts outside of the divorce agreement.

What Qing Guozhong said about leaving money for him to go to college was just a lie.

In this world, the words of gamblers are the most untrustworthy.

At this moment, life showed its most ferocious side in front of Qingchen.

The bloody, ugly side.

There seemed to be countless pairs of dark hands under the abyss trying to drag the boy down, endlessly.

Qingchen raised his head and stared directly at Qing Guozhong, and the endless tearing in his heart suddenly stopped at this moment.

"Sell the house, and there will be no father-son relationship again," Qingchen said before turning around and walking out of the corridor.

Jiang Xue, who was in the next room, wanted to rush out and scold Qing Guozhong several times, and wanted to hold Qing Chen to comfort her, but she remembered what Qing Chen had told her: Don't let Qing Guozhong remember any clues. After the house is sold, he will not come here again, but if he knows that Aunt Jiang Xue has a good relationship with me, he will even come to you to borrow money in the future.

Therefore, Qingchen wanted to cut off all relationships, rather than continue to be entangled.

Qing Guozhong behind him did not try to persuade Qingchen to stay, but said to the intermediary: "See, the matter is settled. You quickly call the client who is willing to pay to come to the housing authority. We will complete the procedures today and let him pay the full amount." payment!"

Qingchen walked to the administrative road and looked at the vehicles coming and going.

The uncle selling roasted sweet potatoes on the roadside was opening the earthen stove and pinching each sweet potato to see if it was soft.

A middle-aged man passed him on the phone, saying that he would work overtime tonight and would not go home for dinner.

The No. 46 bus stopped slowly in front of the stop sign. The driver was bored waiting for the passengers to get off. The passengers sitting on the bus looked aimlessly out of the window.

But these have nothing to do with Qingchen.

He felt that the whole world was filled with a strange sense of alienation.

The phone vibrated in his pocket. He took it out and saw that it was Zhang Wanfang's call.

Qingchen picked up: "Hello?"

Zhang Wanfang said: "Xiao Chen, my mother is on a business trip this weekend and won't see you..."

Qingchen hung up the phone, then put the phone numbers of Zhang Wanfang and Qing Guozhong into the blacklist, and blocked and deleted them all on WeChat.

After a while, Jiang Xue chased him out. She held Qingchen's hand and asked, "Xiaochen... are you okay?"

Qingchen smiled: "It seems that letting go of the past is not that difficult, but I still have one thing to do."

It's approaching midnight.

Qing Guozhong hummed a little tune and walked under the dim street lights. He drank some wine and was in a good mood.

He was holding a plastic bag with the tens of thousands of dollars he had just withdrawn in one hand. He picked up his mobile phone with the other hand and made a call: "Hey, Lao Zhang, where are you playing cards? Is there a shortage of people... Look at what you say. Yes, I’m rich, I just sold my house today and I’m going to leave you all with your pants!”

"Okay, okay, I'm nearby, just wait and I'll be there soon..."

Qing Guozhong continued to walk forward.

At this time, he seemed to feel something was wrong and suddenly looked back.

However, there was no one on the path behind him, and the empty midnight streets were filled with only stray cats walking between the green belts.

Qing Guozhong smiled, thinking that he was really suspicious.

"Maybe I'm scared of squatting in the detention center. Damn it, if I know who reported it, I will definitely break his legs!" Qing Guozhong said to himself.

After saying that, 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.

"Hello, hello, 110? I want to report that there is a gathering of people gambling in Room 101, Gate 3, Building 7, Luoyin Family Courtyard, and the amount of money is huge," Qingchen said with his mobile phone: "Yes, there are more than three people gathering, and the amount of gambling exceeds 50,000. , enough to file a case for prosecution. Come quickly, don’t worry, they can’t escape.”

After hanging up the phone, Qingchen also walked into the corridor.

To be honest, when he was learning tracking skills and combat skills, Qingchen would never have 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.

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