"Ding Zhong, go get your brother up."

"Why did you tell him? I ignored you, and ran out when I got up."

"Just let you call you, where there is so much nonsense."

"Qin Qing——! Get up——! Let's do it, I called."

"Who told you to scream while lying down! I won't knock on the door!"

"No, I broke my leg!"

Voices, game consoles, and televisions sounded one after another.

A noisy and boring morning that was once so familiar.

These should stay in the depths of memory, but now they are close to my eyes, lingering all over my body.

In the small room facing north, the crack of the door slowly closed.

Behind the door, Qin Qing stood quietly.

It is not a dream, nor is it wrong, this is his home more than ten years ago.

Lying on the sofa in the living room playing games is his half-brother Ding Zhong.

It was the woman he called his mother who urged Ding Zhong to call him to get up while he was busy with housework.

Qin Qing had just woke up not long ago, and felt a dreamlike trance about all this, and he couldn't believe it.

He clearly remembered that he caught the red-eye flight back last night, and when he was on the plane, he squinted his eyes and fell asleep for a while. At this point in time, he should have got off the plane early and returned to the company for a meeting the first time. How could it be possible? Hometown in C City?

Not to mention the old house was demolished long ago, how could he still live with Ding Zhong and his mother?

Not to mention that the desk calendar on the bedside table is XX20.

In 2020?

a decade ago?

Qin Qing felt his scalp tighten because of all this, and his heart was extremely calm.

If not wrong, he should be born again.

Rebirth in the year when he turns eighteen.

This year, Qin Qing remembered clearly that he was forced to drop out of school by his family first, and wandered in society for a period of time full of resentment and unwillingness. After two months, he regained his spirit and set foot on his own with a little luggage and a little money. North Drift Road.

Qin Qing can't remember how much hardship he suffered during the hard work. He only remembers that when he first arrived in City B, he slept on the road and ate rice, and finally found a job serving plates in a hotel with a decent appearance. Calling over, he asked him to send at least half of his income to the family.

Family love, caring? nonexistent.

Only the cramps carried by the big cities, the panic about the unpredictable future.

When get over it, it's already more than 20 years old.

I bought a second-hand Mercedes-Benz with the money saved and a credit loan. drove out to run projects every day, and saw all kinds of people. .

After that, life began to climb quickly, from assistant to executive broker to partner of cultural company.

On this road, Qin Qing started at the age of eighteen and walked for more than ten years before finally gaining some fruit and taking root firmly.

Even so, he didn't dare to slack off for a while, working hard seemed to have become a habit, deeply carved into his bones.

But other than that, he has nothing.

There is no friend, no lover, and no one cares about him.

Only the phone calls at a fixed time each month urged him to make money and go home.

There are also inner loneliness, insecurity, distrust of others, and the pain of exhaustion.

Qin Qing asked himself before, can't he stop?

He wanted to stop.

But there is no way, his career, status, his money, and his connection with that so-called "home" are all supported by the career he has put together.

Without these, who would take care of him?

But now, he really stopped, and all the careers he valued and proud of were gone.

All over again.

Qin Qing lied back on the bed and looked at the ceiling calmly. He didn't feel uncomfortable or at a loss. On the contrary, he was extremely relaxed.

There is no need to work overtime, stay up late, and hold meetings, and don’t have to entertain all kinds of projects for projects. He doesn’t need to deal with others, and he doesn’t need anyone to deal with him.

Just like this ceiling, it's white and clean, with nothing.

Perhaps it was because of sleeping on this old bed, or because of the ease that brought Qin Qing a long-lost peace. After a while, Qin Qing fell asleep and had a dream.

In the dream, he tore the contract and threw it on the face of the partner, telling the other party noble and coldly: Don't wait, love who and who.

——

It was noon when Qin Qing woke up.

He woke up slowly, poured himself a glass of water by the desk, and drank it to estimate the current situation.

If you guessed correctly, this is when he just dropped out of school.

Probably the mother knew that this was ruining the future of her own son, so she let him sleep until the sun went three poles, and didn't come to shoot the door.

At that time, the desk hadn't been cleaned, and there were a pile of books on the desk.

After Qin Qing drank the water, he looked down and saw it, feeling strange and startled.

He went to school late and was always the oldest in his class. He was already eighteen in his second year of high school.

If he doesn't drop out, based on his grades, the top 10 schools will not pass the exam, 985 is not difficult.

Because of this, the fact that he couldn't continue to go to school made him very sad that year, and that's why he later renounced himself, and then quit his ass and wandered the road.

But Qin Qing, who was reborn now, was not the 18-year-old boy who had just grown up and had an unstable temperament.

Now his studies have stopped, and it is impossible for him to continue his studies at home. What he can do at this moment...

"Gurulu."

Qin Qing raised his hand to cover his stomach, and when he was hungry, he had to eat first.

There is a doorway for this meal. The so-called doorway does not mean that you have to serve bowls and you can’t babble, but—

At the dining table, Ding Zhong saw the second chicken leg was also pinched away by Qin Qing.

Ding Zhong: "Hello!"

Qin Qing had two chicken drumsticks in his bowl, and he looked on as a matter of course: "I can't go to school, why don't I eat the meat?"

A word stabbed a dead hole, and the atmosphere froze.

Ding Zhong held the bowl, speechless.

Mother Qiufang smiled dryly: "Let's eat, let's eat, no one won't let you eat." She stretched out his chopsticks and caught Qin Qing two more chickens.

Ding Zhong quit, and threw away his chopsticks: "Mom! I don't want to eat it!"

Sun Fang frowned: "Who wouldn't let you eat it? What's wrong with your brother eating two more pieces of meat? Did you chop off your body?"

Ding Zhong held the bowl and rolled his eyes.

Qin Qing looked amused.

Not laughing at this funny mother and son, but laughing at myself when I was really blind.

This scene didn't happen in the last life, it wasn't for chicken legs, it was for other reasons. Anyway, this family is so big and there are only a few things in the family, and the two brothers would argue from time to time.

When arguing, mothers are often impatient and think they are noisy, but the most talked about is "you are the brother" and "let your brother".

Later, after dropping out of school, his mother started to look at him, giving Ding Zhong a bad face, seeming to be helping his eldest son, in fact?

I just want the horse to run, so need to feed the horse some grass first.

It’s better to call it Huairou Policy.

Under this policy, he was the one who dropped out of school in Beipiao to work, he was the one who used the money to buy a house for the family, and he was the one who helped him everywhere. Even Ding Chong got married and gave birth to a second child, and he reimbursed him for the diaper money.

Knowing everything clearly, and witnessing such a routine with his own eyes, Qin Qing was full of bitterness.

Didn't he know this when he gave money in his last life?

But at that time, he was lonely inside, and he was in the bustling city and had no support in his heart. He needed this hypocritical affection so much.

For him at that time, money was nothing but a drop in the bucket. Using something he didn't care about for a short-term inner peace of mind, even if it was all fake, would just be a waste of money.

It's really pathetic and ridiculous to think about it.

After a short period of sadness, Qin Qing's mentality recovered. What bitterness is it? Don't chicken legs smell good.

Besides, it was all from the previous life, and now he has no money.

Not only did he have no money, he did not have a job, and he had no source of income.

Of course, a boy who has just dropped out of school and has no source of income can only reach out and ask his family for money.

Although this process of reaching out to ask people for money was strange to Qin Qing, it did not prevent him from learning from the experience of being asked for money and being sucked blood in his previous life.

Huairou, family moral kidnapping, complaints, who wouldn't.

You can also act if you don't.

So after the meal, Qin Qing calmly asked Sun Fang for money.

Of course Sun Fang didn't want to give it. She wished Qin Qing would go out to work early to make money, but the eldest son had just returned from school recently, and she was in a low mood. Zhang fifty.

Qin Qing raised his hand to answer, and then said, "Not enough."

Sun Fang stood his temper: "Enough, you can spend an afternoon playing games in the Internet cafe."

Qin Qing opened his mouth and came: "I want to buy game equipment."

Sun Fang frowned: "What kind of game equipment to buy." Realizing that he had a bad tone, he quickly eased his tone: "You know, our family has this condition."

Qin Qing didn't say a word, and glanced down at the coffee table. What he saw was a physics exercise book placed under the coffee table. He didn't say anything, with an expression of unwillingness.

Sun Fang hesitated, not wanting to pay.

After a while, Qin Qing's lips were pressed tightly, and the hand that fell to his side clenched his fist, his appearance was not only unwilling, but also a bit bitter.

Sun Fang is not stupid as a mother, and he is afraid that his son will hate him. After he hates him, who will make money for the family?

So he had to compromise and paid another fifty: "Save some money."

Qin Qing took the money and turned around and left. The moment he turned around, the expression of hatred and unwillingness disappeared immediately.

I sighed in my heart while dispersing: It's too pediatric to deal with the mother and child with the life experience of working hard all the way and over 30 years old.

More than pediatrics, it is not worth spending more energy on these people.

Qin Qing took the money and returned to the room.

He has already thought about it, he doesn't want to stay in this home, and he can't stay.

Although Sun Fang is his mother by blood, he has no feelings for him at all, and Ding Zhong never regards him as a brother.

The mother and son are of one mind, working together to suck his blood.

Do it again, and there will be a lot of life in the future, Qin Qing just wants to live a comfortable life that she wants. Leaving home and getting rid of this are both necessary for mother and child. No one can't live without anyone.

In his current situation, it is impossible to leave home without considering the issue of money. There are fifty counts as fifty, and one hundred counts as one hundred. Using the words of Ms. Sun calling him to buy diapers for Ding Zhong’s second child: raising a child Very expensive.

Qin Qing: It costs money to run.

Ms. Sun: Diapers, milk powder, clothes, shoes, early childhood education, which one does not cost money, you have never raised a child, do not know how much it costs.

Qin Qing: Tickets, meals, hotels, travel expenses, which ones don't cost money, you haven't run across the road, and you don't know how much it costs.

And how much does a simple run cost?

Qin Qing didn't need to take paper and pen to calculate carefully, and he had a little calculation from the bottom of his heart: no more, three thousand is enough.

Qin Qing took the two fifty pieces out of his pocket and flattened them, opened the drawer, and clamped them into a book.

There were a few other tickets in the book, and Qin Qing flipped through the pages, thinking that this was all the breakfast money he had saved by one or two yuan, not much, but only two to three hundred in total.

Adding today's one hundred, it is only less than four hundred, which is far from enough.

Across the door, Sun Fangxun’s youngest son’s voice came into the house: "Playing playing games, I know playing games all day long! Did I buy you a tablet for you to play games!"

Ding Zhong: "Give it back to me!"

Sun Fang: "Take it, believe it or not, I fell for you!"

Ding Zhong: "You fell! Three or four thousand, just bought, you fell well! Anyway, it didn't cost me to buy it!"

Tablet, just bought, three or four thousand...

Qin Qing turned his head and looked at the door of the room.

A few minutes later.

Hearing that Qin Qing wanted a tablet, Ding Zhong quit, and his butt on the sofa finally lifted up: "Mom bought this for me to see the assistant teacher. Why are you taking it away? Why?"

Qin Qing looked at Ding Zhong: "If you can still study, I can only drop out of school."

Ding Zhong: "No! Mine! I use it for reviewing exams!"

Qin Qing took out the rhetoric that Sun Fang asked him to make money for traveling around the world: "Mom, I'm just in a bad mood and feel bored. I want to have fun and relax. Doesn't this request satisfy me?"

Wanjinyou routine: "I'll pay you back in a few days." Fart.