The person who came was Huo Zihong, with a tired face that was always tired, and two deep decrees along the lower edge of his nose. Although he looked old, from the eyes of his eyebrows, his youth was quite good.

She was in poor health and got sick every now and then. She had a cold these two days and couldn't stop her cough. She poked her head out of the top of the stairs. Even if she was a little unhappy, her voice was gentle and gentle: "Miyo, come to my room. Also, don't bully it all the time... 13,000."

She actually wanted to call him his name, but for a moment she couldn't remember: "It was all you who gave him such a nickname, which made me unable to remember what his name was."

Mu Dayi walked upstairs around Ten Thousand San, and the wooden staircase board was creaking. Ten Thousand San heard her voice coming from afar: "That's right. He owed you 13,000 yuan and sold you for a year to pay off your debts. Don't say that I didn't bully him, even if you really bully a slave, it wouldn't be illegal."

Ten thousand three got up from the stairs in disappointment, cursing in his heart: You are just a slave, your whole family is a slave.

When I returned to the bar, the customer had almost left. Uncle Zhang hunched over and swept the floor to the table. After registering the recent wine in and out of the inventory on the computer, he looked around and saw that there was no one else, and quickly clicked on the Tianya webpage.

He posted a post a few weeks ago, with the name, in which his boss's wife is code-named Forest, who is over 1.5 meters tall and weighs about 150 kilograms. Zhou Papi is even more harsh in his life.

Although it is not a hot post, the clicks and replies are quite impressive.

Ten thousand three thousand updated, "truely" recording what happened today. The general idea was that he accidentally smashed one while washing cups in the bar. The forest owner came up and kicked him. He was filled with indignation and shouted: "Does the working people have no dignity?"

But Forest sneered, and his face was full of flesh: "Eat me and live in mine, you are our slave!"

Someone responded soon.

——Is the owner’s boss’s wife sick?

——The poster yelled well, so he should slap him again.

——The author of the poster will flash his mind. Judging from the previous description, the poster has strong abilities and can find a job anywhere.

...

Reading so many replies and suggestions from enthusiastic people, Tyrannosan's mood gradually recovered. He hummed a small song to sort out the bar, paused and refreshed the reply. When he saw one of them, his heart suddenly stumbled.

——The author has a rich imagination, and it would be a pity not to write novels. Have you woken up? The cup hasn’t been washed yet.

The name of the id is "Is it natural to pay back the debt", click in and see that the registration time has not been long since the time of posting.

The back of Ten Thousand San was chilling. After a while, he looked up at the ceiling. The second floor of the bar was occupied. On the top was Huo Zihong's room. Mu Dai should be in the room now.

Could it be...she who replied?

***

In the room, Huo Zihong was coughing badly, and Mu Dai poured her half a cup of cough syrup: "If you are not in good health, don't go around. If you don't have a good rest, you will be energetic to protect the villain."

Huo Zihong took a sip and stroked his chest and calmed down: "Miyo, don't always target ten thousand three."

Mu Dai dragged a chair and rode upside down, correcting Huo Zihong: "I didn't target him. He was a liar. You should have asked the Zhejiang boss to send him to the police station."

At that time?

The incident started with the Zhejiang boss.

About two years ago, the boss of Zhejiang and a few friends drove on the Sichuan-Tibet Line and stopped in Zeduoshan near Kangding to rest. He was over fifty years old and his weight also developed horizontally. He could not breathe after walking a few steps in the high altitude area. While sitting on the ground to rest, he accidentally looked around and saw a "stunning" figure in his sight.

It is said that at that time, Ten Thousands of thousands of people wore a cycling helmet, wearing a tight-fitting suit, and pedaling a bicycle. The back of the car was packed bag weighing dozens of kilograms, with a solemn expression and a firm look.

The boss was so surprised that he was breathless when he was walking two steps, he was pedaling on the ramp with a weight of 13,000 yuan. What kind of spirit is this?

He quickly called 13,000: "Young man, come down and have a rest."

After talking again, the boss was deeply shocked!

Ten thousand three said that his dream was to travel around the world by bicycle. At present, he had already ridden more than 20 provinces in China. He also shook out a flag for his boss to show it. There were dense signatures on it. Many of them were signed by international friends who came to China for travel. They were all foreign languages. Ten thousand three proudly pointed to a signature like a ghost-painted talisman and told him that it was signed by the Belgian ambassador to China.

Then he explained his next plan, rode into Tibet, bowed to Everest, and then left Tibet, to Nepal, Pakistan, India, and if possible, to the European continent.

While talking, he took out a hard steamed bun, broke it a half, picked up two pickles, chewed it, and ate it. He carefully wrapped the steamed bun in a plastic bag and put it back into the bag.

The boss advised him to eat more, but after asking, he realized that the remaining steamed buns would have to be eaten in two meals.

The young years of the Zhejiang boss have been spent in the era of poor spiritual culture. When he has money to realize some willful ideals, he is already willing but unable to do so. He can easily blindly see his own shadow in his younger generations. So he immediately had the idea of ​​funding 13,000 yuan. He didn't have much cash on his body, and he raised some money from his friends in the same car, totaling 13,000 yuan.

Ten thousand three were very moved and asked him to sign the flag and said to him: "I will take photos from all over the world with the flag signed by you!"

If it weren't for the lack of an ATM on Zheduoshan, the boss would probably have impulsively given him another 10,000 or 20,000 to him.

Things should have ended like this, but who knew that more than a year later, at the Bar of Reunion and Retreat, the two met again in a fateful way.

At that time, Tyrannosan changed his outfit, tied a flower turban, a white shirt, and ripped jeans. It was incomparable to the image of a dusty eggplant that year. The boss didn't recognize him at all, but Tyrannosan was venting his own secrets.

He talked a lot with a few friends who had first met on the road: "Now many big bosses like to drive by Sichuan and Tibet and climb mountains, and they look very high-end. I summarize, these people, seven words, have a lot of money, and are stupid at the age of old. People don't lack money to commemorate their youth. At this time, you have to find the right selling point and sell your ideals and feelings to arouse resonance. I tell you, I have been squatting on the Sichuan-Tibet line for a while, and when I see such self-driving cars with mainland licenses, those people are polite, giving me a lot of food and drink, what is the pulse Red Bull, I later made a small amount of 800 by selling drinks. There are also stupid ones, the one who impressed the most, Damn, I gave me a full 13,000 yuan!"

The Zhejiang boss sat on the table behind him and started to listen to it as gossip. The more he heard it, he became more and more wrong. When he heard the last sentence, he was so angry that he directly supported the table and rushed over. The fifty people were already showing the agility of young people.

...

Mu Dai stared at Huo Zihong: "Aunt Hong, kindness must vary from person to person. If you should be sent to jail for 13,000, you will even spend money on him."

Huo Zihong smiled: "It's not a waste, it's 13,000 yuan. He has to work in a bar for a year, so it's quite cost-effective to pay it off."

Mu Dai's chin was pressed against the backrest of the chair: "Not only does love spread, but it also leads wolves into the house."

"Don't take preconceived ideas. These days, I've done a good job of 13,000 yuan."

Kiyo sneered: "If I dare to use my head to guarantee, he will definitely make trouble, either in the account or in the goods."

"Everyone can correct me, and you can't kill me with one stick. Muyo, this is the bad character of your personality, it's too twisted."

Kimyo stopped talking. After a while, her mood suddenly stopped: "Whatever you want, just like it. I'm actually just an adopted person. I shouldn't be so irritated when talking to you. I'll change it next time."

Huo Zihong was stunned for a moment, sighed in her heart, and she handed a note to Mu Dai: "Mi Dai, help me go to this place. If it is convenient, I will set out tomorrow."

"Um."

After a brief silence, Muday said: "Then I will go back to my room first and I will have to pack my luggage."

Muyo has this temper. Usually, she will ask why she went, what to do with this person, and whether she had any instructions, but when she was depressed, she would only reply one word: "Yes."

Huo Zihong walked to the door and watched Mu Dai's figure disappear under the stairs in a daze. Uncle Zhang came to clean up routinely with a broom and dustpan. When he swept to Huo Zihong's door, Huo Zihong said: "Sometimes, I'm quite worried that Mu Dai's child is not close to anyone."

Uncle Zhang was so thrilling that he didn't look up: "Normal, Mu Dai was three or four years old when he was adopted. He had suffered in that kind of place. What impressed me the most was that she was allergic to peaches. As soon as she arrived by your side, you handed her a peach, and she quickly took it and bit it in big mouthfuls."

Huo Zihong continued softly: "No, for the first half of a year, she didn't dare to pick up meat every time she ate. I said that the dish was delicious, she wouldn't eat any of it. The little boy had so much thought."

At the end of the story, I suddenly felt a little sad: "If it weren't for the incident eight years ago, Mu Daye might have been much better now."

Uncle Zhang straightened up, clenched his fist with his right hand and beat his waist and heart: "Actually, our little boss lady is already very good now. Really, go and check out the news reports. The little boss lady like this is considered to have recovered very well."

***

The familiar footsteps came from the stairs, and Ten Thousand San's scalp trembled, and they closed the webpage with lightning speed.

Mu Daye came over with a calm face. He wanted to ignore him directly, but after thinking about it, he stopped at the bar and said, "I'm going to Chongqing tomorrow."

"real?"

While showing his joy, Ten Thousand San realized that his joy was too obvious. His voice immediately became low and his expression changed to disappointment: "No, I won't see you for several more days."

Actually, what he wanted to say was: Go, go, don't come back.

Muday smiled, making Tsubasa feel uncomfortable all over. He understood the meaning of it and made him be honest.

Ten thousand three glanced at the two bottles of wine on the wine rack with guilt.

When I returned to the room, Tsubasa passed by Mu Dai's bedroom door. Through the half-open door, I saw a spread out suitcase on the ground, half colorful, cat-headed toilet bag, elephant-headed base T-shirt, tassel boots, bell-shell bracelets, and the other half, all the clothing decorations were black.
Chapter completed!