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"Are you mistaken? It's just one dollar - did the ancestors admit Achao wrongly and a girl!"

"Hahaha! Maybe this is true, otherwise how could I give one dollar red envelope? It's also two dollars!"

"You see how handsome Achae is, you can see that he looks like a girl!"

Song Jianren and his group made fun of Song Zhichao directly, as if Song Zhichao received a red envelope of one yuan, what a big joke.

Not to mention these men, even the women next to them couldn't help but cover their mouths and laugh, and some even pointed at Song Zhichao.

Seeing this, Song Jian felt extremely comfortable. You know, he has been compared with Song Zhichao. In terms of appearance, Song Zhichao is definitely very handsome, at least much handsome and handsome. In terms of education, Song Zhichao graduated from high school and went to work in the south without getting into college. However, he didn't go to junior high school and was wandering around the game hall and billiard room all day long. After comparing, he seemed to be weaker than Song Zhichao.

But now, his father Song Jianguo is the village chief, his second uncle Song Jianjun is the village accountant, and Song Haiming is still a small worker, earning a dead salary every month, and their family has already bought two new motorcycles and built a house again.

As for Song Zhichao, I heard that working in the south is quite awesome, but as I said just now, I have quit my job. To put it bluntly, those who were probably bragging before were just a sour scholar who could not pick his shoulders and dance his hands. In addition to his appearance, he was completely useless.

Song Jianren was extremely proud, stepped forward, put one hand on Song Zhichao's shoulder, and said in a tragic way: "Achao, I said good brother - if you think there are too few red envelopes, I will go and plead for grandpa and ask him to change it for you."

Song Zhichao looked at Song Jianren coldly with sharp eyes.

At this time, Song Jianguo saw his son teasing Song Zhichao, and saw that Song Zhichao's eyes became bad. After all, he was the village chief and had many people in contact with him. He was surprised that Song Zhichao suddenly became sharp and was afraid that something would happen, so he hurried forward to smooth things over and said, "Okay, okay, you guys, why are you guys doing here? Go and play there!" He then broke up the group of people.

Song Jianren and a group of good buddies went to talk about billiards and pick up girls.

The girls also went to talk about who bought the new clothes beautifully and which Hong Kong male singer has released a new song.

Song Zhichao went to a deserted place alone, drinking tea.

Not far away, his father Song Haiming looked at him worriedly, for fear that his son would be neglected, so he wanted to go over and comfort him, but he was pestered and couldn't walk away.

...

Song Zhichao was bored sitting alone, so he took out a cigarette from his pocket and wanted to smoke one.

At this time, a voice said, "Can I sit here? Can I give me a cigarette?"

When Song Zhichao looked up, he saw a little fat man wearing a big blue cotton jacket similar to Song Zhichao, and his feet were also wearing old cotton shoes. He was white and clean, with curved crescent eyebrows and upturned Yuanbao mouth, giving people an indescribable sense of humor.

Song Zhichao thought about it a little, and remembered that this little fat man's surname is Song and his name is Song Dazhu. He seems to be one level higher than Song Zhichao's seniority. According to his seniority, Song Zhichao would ask him to call him third uncle - but this "third uncle" obviously did not like Song Taigong, and he only charged two yuan for the red envelope just now.]

Song Zhichao took out a cigarette and handed it to Song Dazhu. Song Dazhu took it over and took a look, and said, "Oh, it's still a foreign cigarette - it seems that you are doing well, Song Jianren's guys are blind." After that, he sat next to Song Zhichao.

Song Zhichao thought this person was quite interesting and smiled and said, "You can tell that I'm doing well with just one cigarette?"

"That's right, I, Song Dazhu, have no other skills, and I'm still very accurate in looking at people." After saying that, Song Dazhu stared at Song Zhichao seriously and said, "Don't look at you wearing similar clothes as me, but this temperament... is very different."

"Why is it different?" Song Zhichao was curious.

"It's that kind of... I'm not the same kind of person. Looking at your eyes just now, it seems that you didn't take Song Jianren's boys seriously at all. No, you didn't take Song Jianguo seriously at all - even when you greeted Grandpa and his old man, they didn't even take Grandpa seriously!"

Song Zhichao: “…”

I feel like this little fat man is quite bold.

Seeing that Song Zhichao didn't say anything, the little fat man Song Dazhu smiled and bit the cigarette in his mouth: "How is it? I'm right!"

Song Zhichao smiled: "Whatever you say."

Song Dazhu was so handsome that he bit the cigarette and turned around in his mouth, "I not only know these things, but also know why you have that look..."

"Why?"

"Because you are not convinced!"

"Don't convince?"

"Yes, we all came back from working in the south. Why do others succeed so much but you fail so much - so you are dissatisfied and deliberately used the contemptuous look of no one to hide your guilt."

Song Zhichao: “…”

The little fat man's brain is so strange. Just as he was about to praise him, he changed from Einstein to a mentally retarded young man.

Looking at Song Zhichao's stupid look, Song Dazhu thought he had guessed correctly, but he didn't know that he guessed the first half correctly, and the last half was a superfluous way, directly lowering his IQ.

"Oh!" Song Dazhu sighed and patted Song Zhichao on the shoulder comfortably, "It's a good thing to be used to this kind of thing - as the saying goes, people are so angry that people are more angry - they come back from the south, drive a sedan, and bring their beautiful girlfriend to the grandfather's New Year. You push the 28 bicycle and take your dad to the grandfather's New Year. Do you know what they give? They give the grandfather a brand new tape recorder, which is Yanwu brand. How can you compare with them!"

Song Zhichao became more and more confused when he heard it. What does it mean? Someone also came back from the south and came to greet the grandfather. Not only did he give him a big gift, he still drove back. The car outside belonged to the other party?

Song Dazhu seemed to understand Song Zhichao's thoughts and explained: "When I came, did you see that the Santana outside belonged to someone else! It was so grand that the beeping sound when I came, shocked the entire Songjia Village. People even said that after dinner, they would drive the Taigong to take a few laps to let the Taigong take this high-end car and live the big boss!"

Song Zhichao: “…”

I understand a little, no wonder I just said that after returning from working in the south, the big guy's expressions became so fast, it turned out that there was a comparison.

Song Zhichao was curious. It seemed that there were not many people working in the entire Songjia Village. Who else was there except himself?

Just when Song Zhichao was surprised, someone suddenly heard someone shouting: "Here! Grandpa, Boss Zhao and the others are back!"

While speaking, Song Taigong, who had been sitting upright in the middle hall and was condescending to his children and grandchildren, stood up from the chair very quickly, and ran out with his two sons and a large group of people tremblingly, looking around, "Are you back? Hurry up, make tea, make tea! I want to treat this boss Zhao well!"

Song Zhichao: “…”

I couldn't help but become more curious, so I stood up and followed everyone's eyes to look out the door.

Outside the door, a pair of men and women came together on the snow. They were all fashionable. The man was wearing black leather jackets, leather pants underneath, leather hats on his head, and women were wearing fiery red and red duck down jackets, fashionable thick cotton skirts underneath, and long boots underneath.

The distance is too far, and I can't see clearly, but Song Zhichao always feels familiar.
Chapter completed!