On the 16th day, Peng Cheng came out of the detention center.

The day he came out, Beibei didn't catch up and pick him up. It turned out that Peng Cheng didn't tell her in advance. It happened that day that she happened to be on duty, and everything seemed to be unconscious. At noon, Peng Cheng called and said that Zhang Chao's boss wanted to treat him to a meal and could only come back after he finished it. It would probably not be there in the evening. At this time, Beibei was sure that he had come out safely.

"Oh!" The girl responded, a little disappointed. She wanted him to come back immediately and wanted to see him, but she didn't say anything. She had never calmed down for the whole day, and she was not really thinking about anything. Anyway, it was just messy, as if something was disturbing her. If she hadn't been at work, she would have never been able to wait anymore and would have taken a long-distance bus to pick him up.

Peng Cheng passed the interrogation the next day after the visit, but he never mentioned it to Beibei afterwards. Beibei never asked until he confirmed that it could come out. He only said that it was fine. He never mentioned the details of the interrogation from beginning to end, but just said that he could have a meal for his wife when he came out, and then it really came out.

Beibei met him the next day after Peng Cheng came out. It was the last day of the first year, and the next day it was New Year's Eve. The sky was as cold as fresh goose egg whites, always with a little cool blue-white appearance, which was extremely wide. Peng Cheng stood alone next to the inconspicuous green belt that Beibei must pass when he returned home, smoking a cigarette. From a distance, he saw Beibei getting off the bus, so he raised his hand and lowered his head.

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"You're back." She ran across the road quickly, and the sun shone a few mottled flashes on the asphalt road. When the person moved, the flashes also moved, cheerful and beautiful. The girl was like a lonely swallow, suddenly excited and rushed towards her thoughts of her unscrupulously. She ran to the front with hope, but she stopped in a nasty way.

"When will I let you do it?" Peng Cheng threw away the cigarette and spitted the cigarette ring to the side. He smiled brightly, unable to hold back the corners of his mouth. Finally, there was no need to talk through the glass, and there was no need to pull it out deliberately, as if the two of them were still in the same world.

"I'll let you do it. Who are you? I'm older than you." The girl wiped her eyelids hard, looking angry.

"Will you celebrate the New Year at home tomorrow?" Peng Cheng smiled but did not expose the woman's right and wrong. He led Beibei to the direction of her house, and he was so familiar with it through the woods.

"Yeah, yeah!"

"Then can we meet on the first day of the New Year? I will celebrate the New Year alone this year." Peng Cheng seemed quite confident, and put his arms around Beibei's waist and tightened it hard. The girl pursed her lips and lowered her head. She had no expression at this moment. After a while, she saw that Beibei did not answer. Peng Cheng seemed a little embarrassed, and he said, "I am not at home, and you are not thin either! Look at this meat."

"Well, I'll accompany you to celebrate the New Year on the first day of the year. What do you want to eat?" The young man was a little confused. He thought this question was abrupt, and Beibei must not say anything. It turned out that she was...

"The pig's claws made by my mother." Peng Cheng raised his head slightly, as if recalling the smell: "Wife, does the old lady sometimes think of me?"

"I don't want to, she annoys you when she mentions you, and she hates you so much that she is itchy." Beibei deliberately exaggerated the facts, but Peng Cheng understood her and her mother's boredom.

He nodded: "This old lady, I miss her if I'm fine, but she doesn't miss me."

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After seeing off Beibei, Peng Cheng walked to the bathhouse alone. The wind blew up from all directions, blowing through his thin clothes. The young man felt so frustrated. He came back this time and helped him sit for fifteen days of detention, but he didn't get the two thousand yuan he was scheduled to give. Zhang Chao's boss was just that! Could it be that the Northeastern people pretended to be less hard-working? How could they even take action and couldn't keep up with their generous words? Damn, let the rich play with him again.

Beibei had never asked him about money, which made Peng Chengqing feel a little relieved, but she felt that she could not face her. She would definitely not ask. In her eyes, as long as he, Peng Cheng, could come back, everything else should be trivial matters. Peng Cheng thought to himself, maybe the girl had forgotten that he had gone for two thousand yuan! Although they always quarreled with gambling and money, only she would never give up on him at any time.

When we met in the morning, Peng Cheng Zhang wanted to tell Beibei twice, but he didn't say it. He promised her to give it all. Now it seems that it's not possible. To be honest, he felt that Beibei knew everything and didn't mention it. He heard that the money was spent by Zhang Chao when he was doing business outside. Not only did he spend the 2,000 yuan, but he also spent an extra 1,000 yuan to be released as scheduled. But Peng Cheng didn't believe these words. He could never forget what happened on the day of the interrogation trial. There was no policeman who did not abuse lynching. Beibei was right. If he wanted to go out, he could only save himself. Those who were scolded were all not understanding the law and could not use the law. The honest people who were scared by these bandits in uniform were not honest, so naturally they wouldn't be scared.

When Peng Cheng walked out of the detention center and saw Zhang Chao pick him up in his boss's car, Peng Cheng understood that the money was blind. Fortunately, Peng Cheng felt that the money was blind. His brother who was stingy never brought him the entire Lanli group so generously, and he had all the food and drink supplies for fifteen days, and he even got him a few hundred yuan.

"Don't be stingy in there, and you'll suffer less."

Zhang Chao is not such a person. Peng Cheng knew that his sister-in-law had to go out to pick up customers every now and then to make some money, not to mention that he had been given away a little bit of money, and he had been given a little bit of money long ago. If Zhang Chao had not deducted this money himself, the boss would not have given it at all. In short, it would be right if he couldn't get his hands.

I came back directly yesterday, and Peng Cheng was caught by the regret in his heart for a while. He felt so frustrated. Isn’t it a bit if you don’t gamble for those few hundred yuan? It’s gone now. The young man was also upset. For some reason, at that critical moment yesterday, he didn’t get two thousand yuan, and he felt that the hundreds of yuan in his hand didn’t seem to be money.

What should I do now?

Do you still ask Beibei to borrow it? Peng Cheng's heart suddenly tightened when he thought of this. He didn't want Beibei to borrow money. She would cry every time he borrowed money. He couldn't stand that. It seemed that Beibei was staying away from him little by little. He couldn't stand her anymore. He felt even more sorry for her. Only Wen Beibei could make him feel so distressed.

Besides, Beibei may not necessarily borrow it, and she may not be able to get angry! She would probably say, "I don't have it, and I can't borrow it either, why don't you borrow it yourself?" Peng Cheng hummed in a daze and laughed out loud. Only Beibei could make him so angry that he felt distressed. I don't know where this girl came from. Peng Cheng believed that he would be angry to death by Beibei in the end in his life, and he must be.

What will he do if he owe so much debt?

The young man was so upset that he said he didn't want to walk to the bathhouse, and he wandered around and walked around to the building he had lived in. Peng Cheng moved back and forth since he was a child, and his memory of where he only remembered that he had more of the house. Most of him remembered that the outside looked more like this, and he didn't have a deep impression on the outside. When he could see it clearly, hey! There was a small shop in front of him.

Not far away from the building, a small child turned around and saw the blue and white school uniform. He was wearing a sack. He was carrying a schoolbag. He didn't know if the zipper of the schoolbag was broken or something. He was grinning open, and the book inside was rolled up, and the yellow and old.
Chapter completed!