The Big Landlord

He didn't take off his long clothes and long pants. The clothes were all on the stool by the bed. Wang Ben felt relieved. He was so drunk last night that he definitely couldn't do anything. After thinking about it for a while, he couldn't figure out why he was sleeping here. Well, hey, I can't drink so much alcohol anymore.

Putting on clothes quickly, I just want to get out of here quickly, Wu Yulan's bed is not separated from the shelf. If anyone comes to buy something, they will definitely catch the scene, then the yellow mud will fall into the crotch, not shit or shit, maybe After half a day, everyone in Xiushuiwan will know that they can't wash themselves if they jump into the Yellow River.

Wu Yulan was combing her hair outside the house when she heard the sound and walked into the house quickly, holding a bowl of steaming water on the table and handing it over, and said with concern, "Wake up, drink a bowl of sour plum soup to hangover."

"Why did I sleep on your bed?" Wang Ben asked suspiciously. He took the soup bowl and took a small sip. It wasn't too hot. He drank all of it, licked his lips, and finally stopped being so thirsty. .

"I'm embarrassed to say that you said to take me back, but when I walked to the door, I was so drunk that I couldn't even pull it," Wu Yulan said with a resentment and dissatisfaction.

Oh, it turned out to be like this, Wang Ben suddenly realized, glanced at the graceful figure in front of him and asked casually: "Let's do that, right?"

"Death, what do you want to do?" Wu Yulan scolded and giggled.

"Oh, that's good," Wang Ben replied indifferently, tidying up his clothes, brushing his hair, walking to the door and looking left and right, after confirming that no one was around, he said hello and walked away.

Wu Yulan, who was in the room, stomped her feet in anger, and complained dissatisfiedly with her small mouth: "Dead man, the old lady who was hurt didn't fall asleep all night. She woke up early in the morning to make a sober soup, and she patted her butt and left!"

The air in the early morning was extremely cold. Wang Ben rushed home in three steps and two steps, and left Wu Yulan's house safely. There were two difficult friends at home. If those two boys found out, they would also be laughed at to death. Especially that Zijian who talks a lot, if it is not true, he will insist it is true.

The door to the main room has been opened, Zhan Wu is sitting at the door smoking, his hair is raised, his trousers are pulled up, the collar of his clothes is crooked, his face has not been washed, and his eyes have not been wiped.

Boldly stepped forward, Zhan Wu didn't make a fuss, just smiled lightly, and said simply: "Come back!"

"Why didn't you ask me where I went? What did I do?" Wang Ben asked curiously.

"As far as your alcohol intake is concerned, you must have slept all night and couldn't do anything. What a waste of a good night," Zhan Wu let out a breath of smoke and laughed.

Knowing that others are fighting martial arts, Wang Ben smiled with satisfaction, looked around the house, and asked nervously, "Where's Zijian?"

"He's still paralyzed on the bed," Zhan Wu continued smoking a cigarette and replied indifferently.

"That's right," Wang Ben nodded in agreement, just like Zijian's amount of alcohol, it's no wonder that he didn't drink. Thinking of this, his face suddenly changed, and he exclaimed, "Oh, didn't you vomit?"

"You're really right, otherwise I wouldn't come here to blow air," Zhan Wu complained with a slight frown, "I've already sprinkled ashes, I'll clean it up later, that kid will definitely vomit."

After accepting Zhan Wu's advice, I ignored it for the time being, and I didn't want to smell the unpleasant smell. I went back to the bedroom to have a look. Linglong was still sleeping soundly. , I never wake up in the middle of the night, so I shouldn't know that he wasn't there last night.

Brush your teeth and wash your face, turn on the charcoal stove to boil porridge, bring a chair, sit side by side next to Zhan Wu,

Silently feel the tranquility of this New Year's Eve morning. Getting along with these two best friends separately, with Zhanwu will be relatively quiet, with Zijian will be more noisy.

He took out 10,000 yuan and handed it over, which he promised to lend to Zhan Wu a few years ago. Whether it was taken to Kaizhen hair salon or involved in pornography, he just hoped that he could get rid of the predicament as soon as possible and achieve his dream.

Zhan Wu was not polite, he took it generously and put it in his pocket, looked at Wang Ben in disbelief, and asked suspiciously, "Where did you get so much money? Yesterday, I heard from my mother that you built some kind of greenhouse. I also saw it from a distance, that thing won't make so much money, will it?"

"I said I was taken care of by a rich woman when I was studying, do you believe it?" Wang Ben said without changing his face.

"I believe, with your unlimited integrity, if life really becomes a problem, you will agree to be taken care of by a few rich women at the same time, and it is even possible to find an 80-year-old old woman. After a few days, you will inherit it. A lot of heritage," Zhan Wu said without hesitation, describing it vividly while fantasizing about it.

"That little girl doll of Linglong belongs to someone else, right? You left your daughter to marry someone else?" Zhan Wu really took it seriously and asked casually.

The imagination is so rich, it sounds like the truth, and it is reasonable. Wang Ben smiled silently and did not refute. Even the best friends can only hide it to the end.

"While Zijian is not around, I have to remind you of something," Zhan Wu said solemnly.

"What's the matter?"

"About Tweety."

"Are you really worried that Zijian and I will fall out over Cui'er?" Wang Ben smiled indifferently and said disapprovingly. He understood Zijian's intentions. He wanted to push him to Wu Yulan last night, and he was also very motivated. clear.

"It's not impossible," Zhan Wu raised his palm and said slowly.

"Never mind, isn't it too early?" Wang Ben didn't want to think about it. Zijian and Feicui were both studying, one was a senior and the other was a sophomore. In five years, he didn't plan to dream at this time, it would only increase his troubles, and he didn't want to delay the study of the two because of this.

"It's ok for you to be clear. If there is such a day, you should be mentally prepared," Zhan Wu said meaningfully, flicking the cigarette butt into the courtyard, stretching and washing his face.

Looking at Zhan Wu's tall and burly back, thinking about what he said just now, Wang Ben unconsciously fell into deep thought. All the old friends are growing up, and they are no longer the kid who used to make trouble all day and go home to eat when he was hungry. , Gathering in the village during the Chinese New Year, you can still feel the joy of the past. Once the New Year is over, you have to go your separate ways. Those who should think about careers should think about careers, those who should seek development should seek development, those who should study should read books, and those who should enjoy life should enjoy life. They enjoy life without consciously sprouting in their hearts, and adults cannot escape the emotional barrier.

"Wow!"

Zijian's vomiting sounded in the room, Wang Ben covered his nostrils and rushed into the bedroom, pulled a roll of paper and handed it over, and said angrily, "You are wasting Laozi's good wine and meat!"

"Who told you to buy such a good wine, so that I can't stop on New Year's Eve!" Zi Jian wiped his mouth and said depressedly.

"You can't blame Mous for shitting. Who told you to be greedy, you deserve it!"

It was not until lunch that Zhan Wu and Zijian left with satisfaction. They were not at home all day when they came back. It was unreasonable that the New Year's Eve dinner in the evening could not continue at Wang Ben's house.

Clean up the house, start chopping melons and vegetables, slaughter chickens and fish, and welcome a happy new year!