Christmas is coming soon. In the past two days, the weather is getting cold. Christmas is always cold, right? Last night, Beibei waited at the door of the bathhouse for a long time. Peng Cheng saw her through the bright glass at the door. Her face was red and red, as if she was crying, but Peng Cheng knew she was frozen.

The snow piled up the road the day before, and Beibei stood behind the snow pile across the road, staring at the door of the bathhouse. She didn't often show her head, probably because she was afraid that more people in the bathhouse would see him. Peng Cheng knew that if she didn't go out, Beibei wouldn't leave.

"Xiao Min, I have something to do today, so I'll leave first. I told the boss that there are fewer people today, so that the children can do it themselves."

Peng Cheng finished explaining to Xiao Min at the bar, turned around and changed his clothes to the men's office. Before entering the men's office, he looked out the door. Beibei was still there, staring at the door of the bathhouse. She wore a red down cotton jacket, like a fool.

It was useless to see that it was useless. Peng Cheng shook his head and got into the man's house. He explained to the child for a long time before changing his clothes and going out. However, he did not go out from the main entrance to meet Beibei, but walked from the back door of the bathhouse. He knew that Xiao Min would tell Beibei that he had left through the back door and that she would definitely wait at home again, so he did not go home. At the intersection of the corner, he took a taxi and went to Carrefour to meet Aunt Xue.

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Peng Cheng and Aunt Xue went to the supermarket to buy some things and meat, and then went to pick up Aunt Xue's grandson. It was too cold, and Aunt Xue's daughter was reluctant to send her son to kindergarten, so Aunt Xue had to go to her daughter's house to pick up her grandson every day to take care of her.

They cooked meatballs in Aunt Xue's kitchen. Peng Cheng was seriously chopping the meat filling. The clang and rhythmic sound of chopping the meat filling was like hypnosis, allowing Peng Cheng to completely relax and think. He worked hard and didn't speak for a while. Aunt Xue also picked vegetables, shouting from time to time that his grandson should not run around, as if he was extremely calm.

"Auntie." Suddenly, Peng Cheng suddenly spoke, which scared himself.

"Hmm? What's the matter?" Aunt Xue responded casually. Peng Cheng turned to look at her, and Aunt Xue looked at him more and more casually. He suddenly felt that Aunt Xue understood.

"I still want to try it, I think I know what the problem is."

"Hey! You can't do this all the time! If you still can't do it in the end, won't you throw yourself in?" Aunt Xue was a little hesitant, but she stood up. While she said, she took out five red grandpa Mao from her wallet and gave it to Peng Cheng. "Can you come back to have dinner tonight? I'll make you what you love."

"Back, Beibei must be at my house! I can't go home anymore." Peng Cheng took the money and stuffed it into his pocket. He raised his head and smiled, revealing his increasingly childish tiger teeth.

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"Have you told her?" Before entering the dark scene, Peng Cheng called Xiao Min.

"I said it." Xiao Min's voice was expressionless, which made Peng Chengben's slightly excited mood sink. It seemed that it was not a big deal. He said it, and he couldn't do anything.

Immediately afterwards, Xiao Min accidentally used a big move. This sentence completely ended all the conspiracy in Peng Cheng's mind. He could even see Xiao Min's virtue of lowering her head and frivolously raised her eyebrows and slightly mocking. She said, "Do you regret it?"

"Just say it!" Even without Xiao Min's words, Peng Cheng had already understood that it would be meaningless to have a lot of trouble between him and Beibei. So he decisively threw away only two cigarettes: "What regrets later?" Then he walked a few steps into the dark field.

There are so many people in the venue today, and they squeezed to the edge of the security door. Almost everyone was smoking, smoking when they lost money, smoking when they won, and smoking even more when they watched the fun. The stores that were held up high were filled with smoke. Even the old smokers who had been in their ten years felt very choking.

There is no need for any heating facilities. The dark scene is always hot. The boiling is probably the desire of people. This dark scene is rumbling and everyone's face is black. There are many people who are playing money and watching the fun. Today, it is a bit of a shoulder-to-shoulder smell. Even the empty middle space, which is always empty on weekdays, is full of people.

The young man knew that he only costs 500 yuan in his pocket. As for the huge abortion in this room, he was afraid that he would even lose his teeth. How could he be worthy of fighting with these people with a thick dozen of dollars? If he wanted to play, he could only find the right time to get a short shot. But it was not easy to find the right opportunity from those hundreds of times. He could only try two or three times for five hundred yuan in the past few days. For the two or three possible moves, he had already paid in several five hundred.

However, he could still trust himself. Peng Cheng had a good vision and could always see the clues when playing with computers. Most of the five hundred people exchanged for a lot of opportunities. Unfortunately, Peng Cheng couldn't eat enough of this kind of sweetness that he had dropped from the bucket. He broke it again and again, and he broke it a lot, and the little honey on the bee's mouth was even less than enough.

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Peng Cheng was looking forward to a rise, and he called it a rise. In his heart, this rise must be enough to pay off the debt owed by Beibei. In fact, Peng Cheng had won back that little debt, which was also the main reason why he always tried for 500 yuan. At least twice, Peng Cheng won more than 6,000, but he didn't take the money, which made Peng Cheng very upset.

After a while, there were more people in the room. He only discovered this place recently. The odds here are higher than before, and there is no ordinary game area at all. The man who comes here to play is like going to a brothel with a simple purpose. He just wants to make money when he comes in.

Peng Cheng looked at the place where there were few people and looked coldly. He knew that these people would not have money in their pockets. The difference was that whoever didn't have it first. The eight machines in the front row had bags on them, some were a little bit weak, and some were a bit worth it. He found the big brother who was a little weak and stood up behind him, waiting for the big brother to give him a chance to rise.

The elder brother smoked a basket-colored box. The thin Kun cigarette was placed on the small refrigerator. The cigarette pipe was very long. Peng Cheng stood behind the elder brother, supporting the strength of his whole body with one foot. It happened to be the first time he saw the cigarette. What was his name? I couldn't see it clearly.

The eldest brother was very thick, with his fingers so rough that the lines were clear, and he was as black as five small sticks. The thin little Kun smoke in his hand was like a toothpick painted with blue butt, which was extremely thin. The big golden horn on the ring finger of the eldest brother's left hand was very dazzling, thick, like a whole golden ingot, but the mint smell of Kun smoke was a little scared.

Peng Cheng didn't like the smell of this cigarette, and it was less of the rough smell of men. For people like him who only smoked Hongta Mountain in 1953, this kind of fine cigarette was too unprofitable. If you suck it hard for a few sips, it would be gone. What's the point? In fact, what he liked the most was the golden leaves, the cigarette with a strange smell, which was hidden behind the heavy. Peng Cheng felt that this was the taste that men should have, bold, turbulent, and unexpectedly.
Chapter completed!