The most tragic thing is not that you no longer love. Pretending to love still seems to make people feel even more sad, and it has always been like this.

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It is really much wiser to have a lot of time. Peng Cheng has become thinner and thinner in such days. His delicate little face has become smaller and smaller. The flesh on his cheeks is like a mango that has been shrunk for a long time. It has collapsed as a plump mango, looking like a sickly little girl.

From time to time, my mother would make more delicious food and let Beibei bring a friend of her daughter in her impression, a person who lives in words. Although she can't see it, it really exists. She was as casual as a puppy who brought it to the streets.

"My wife, mom is so good. Let's stop from now on..." Peng Cheng's half of his words stopped abruptly. He lowered his eyes and smacked his lips. His inappropriate look seemed to be destroyed by some kind of lasting emotion in his heart: "Then she is also my mother." He raised his head again, looked at his beloved girl, and said sincerely, more sincere than when he said he loved her.

The young man's desire for maternal love made the girl feel sad. His dark eyes were wet, and she could see that. He always expressed his yearning for family affection and his mother inadvertently. Perhaps he really wanted someone, his relative, and a person who would never give up on him at any time. He could never give up on this person at any time. Even if he would eventually go to destruction together, the process of destruction would be sweet, joyful, and desperate, because he would no longer be lonely, and suddenly gain strength.

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Finally, they both got another payday, a good day that people had been waiting for for a long time. That night, Beibei was waiting at Peng Cheng's house for him to get the money back. It happened that Peng Cheng did not work on the day of funding, but he did not go home. He could not wait until the next day to get the money. The two of them were impatient and had run out of ammunition and food three days ago.

Peng Cheng gently unscrew the door and pushed it into the room. He saw Beibei sitting on the bed with the remote control pinched the control. She was obviously not watching TV. Her eyes were staring at him in the dark, full of doubts. This was what the two agreed. Peng Cheng was waiting for money at the office, and Beibei was waiting for him at home. When he got the money, he went home and was just right to buy vegetables and have dinner.

"Open?" He heard her say, she was so quiet, but could still hear how hope she was.

"Yeah!" The young man responded, as if he had completed a beautiful task. Then he heard the girl let out a light breath, and she sounded much more comfortable. He was like a puppy with a hanging tail, and hurriedly turned to her and sat on the bed, took out the thin money from his pocket, a small flat stack, and handed it to the girl.

"Wife, count, I spent ten yuan to buy a cigarette for the uncle." This money seemed very meaningful to Peng Cheng. His hand, who was pinching the money, was still unfulfilled, allowing the money to be overwhelmed in the girl's hands.

Remember Shawshank's redemption? Maybe everyone sees a different world. At this time, Bebe was still an ordinary person. She didn't even learn how to communicate and get along with the world. She likes to use strength and exert force in everything. She believes that people conquer nature and desire freedom to be clearly stated. But for the so-called freedom in this world, isn't she a prisoner? Maybe everyone is a prisoner, a prisoner imprisoned by money. What's even more terrifying is that most people adapt and rely on it.

When the money is used, it always seems less. The girl took the money and took it in front of her. She stood it up, as if she was performing a money counting competition in the bank. She looked carefully, and it seemed to be visible clearly.

The three thousand yuan was a little more, and it was only a little thicker when it was pinched into her hand. She seemed a little disapproving and didn't count it carefully. She just twisted the money with her two fingers and took it into her pocket. The muscles at the corner of Beibei's mouth twisted, as if she was smiling, and then she looked at the lost boy beside her.

With money, the two of them went to the vegetable market together to buy some leftover vegetables sold during the day, and they could have dinner. It was already very late, and it was probably impossible to see clearly people twenty meters away. The morning market for selling vegetables was gone. There were only a few stalls selling things in a small market around, and they were all sold during the day. They could make do with whatever they could. They originally wanted to buy some mutton soup ingredients and cook them, but the stalls that bought mutton soup ingredients had been collected for a long time. If the money could be returned, they might be able to buy it even earlier.

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"My wife, I have something to do, I want to say it." He said, pausing before thinking about it with a very rhythmic sense to confirm Beibei's attitude.

Peng Cheng didn't say much when he was having dinner. To be precise, he didn't say much since he came back. The girl had noticed it. He was very unusual today. She guessed that it was because of the money, so she didn't say anything, just waiting for him to speak.

"Wife, I want to do something myself." Peng Cheng put down the dirty dishes in his hand, and he sat next to her, closer than when he was just eating.

"What?" she asked him softly, but there was no doubt that despite her voice being so small, he felt the pressure, and she looked at him without blinking her big eyes.

“I want to do some business.”

"How to do it?"

"I want to buy something back."

“Where to sell it?”

"I told the boss to our bathhouse that if I do it, I will get my goods."

“What to sell?”

"Just those fast-moving consumer goods used in the bathhouse."

"Where is the capital?"

"I want to use my salary this month."

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If you have any thoughts, you must dare to follow. Beibei didn't think there was something wrong with this conversation, and she didn't think there was anything wrong with Peng Cheng's idea. Moreover, she thought about it, and even agreed with his idea.

Peng Cheng only spent two yuan on a pair of shoes. He was right. She also felt that it was unrealistic to make a fortune by shining shoes. Instead of waiting for the money to be spent slowly and doing some small business, it would be better to do it all at once. He successfully convinced her, and more importantly, she remembered what Peng Cheng said.

"Brother, are you shining your shoes?" His words always seemed to echo in her ears. She still clearly remembered his self-deprecating when Peng Cheng retelled this sentence to her.

The young man didn't expect the girl to agree so quickly. She only thought about it in front of her for a moment. That little one was not enough to eat an egg, and then she agreed. Humph! Why did she agree? It sounded not so real, and he was frightened by all this.

"My wife, you may not be able to make money by doing business." He said, a little nervous.

Of course, the girl knew that there must be risks in business, and it was normal to lose and make money. Peng Cheng didn't need to tell her this, and she knew that she might have smashed it this time. As for what to do if it smashed, she was a little worried, but then she thought, if it smashed it, it would be a big deal to spend another month now. Besides, the total loss was only 3,000 yuan. Can she still afford it?

She used three thousand yuan to make Peng Cheng forget the words "Brother, are you shining your shoes?" Beibei felt it was worth it, so she took out the money from her pocket and stuffed it to Peng Cheng.

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Working in a bathhouse is very painful for most people. They must first work for twenty-four hours in a row like a smog, and then go home and sleep for twenty-four hours like they are exhausted. The 24 hours of smog will consume almost all their energy. Even if they sleep for a full day and night in the next twenty-four hours, they will feel very different. In short, the deficit on the first day cannot be made up, but this is only limited to ordinary people.

As for Peng Cheng, it was not ordinary. He only needed to sleep for one night to support the remaining two days and one night activities, so he always seemed energetic and rushed out of the cage like a chicken blood. The young man slept on a cold kang, and his firepower was indeed strong. He didn't know where to go after get off work every day, and most of them went home very late at night.

This was the first time that Beibei and her boy had not contacted each other for such a long time. Peng Cheng seemed to have suddenly lost his memory. He seemed to have forgotten that he had a wife in an instant. The change was sudden. He stopped calling when Miss Moji would come back. There was no news all day and day. Even Beibei called him, and he would often not hear the phone number.

They no longer kiss me. Every time they meet, he will excitedly tell the girl about the business he does, and she is so handsome and chewing, but no matter how she plays, Beibei is still confused. He tells Beibei where he purchases goods and where to ship them. The small profit in the middle makes him extremely excited. He said that there is a woman in the bathhouse who has always helped him, and the two of them plan to join forces.

"What does she do? How do you work with her?" Today is Beibei's favorite, Peng Cheng cooks instant noodles for her to eat.

"She's the bar."

"Then how much does she pay?"

Peng Cheng turned around and hugged the girl who followed her with a green onion, and kissed her in the face with some amusement: "Wife, she doesn't pay for the money, so she only works."

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It seemed like it would take a long time to get on track when the transaction started. Bebe's salary was also obtained. For more than 700 yuan, it made her a little scared, but she didn't tell him.

Mr. Peng Cheng said that he was busy with work, and he didn't show up often and rarely got back the money. Every now and then, he would give her 1200 or 200 yuan, which was considered as an emergency response. The two of them were going through tight, and at least they were considered a good deal. But soon Beibei began to worry about what he was doing, because she finally discovered Brother Yi.

There is a very large vegetable market between Beibei's home and the bathhouse. It is on a street next to the bathhouse. The exit that comes out diagonally faces the gate of the bathhouse, and it is not even three minutes away from Beibei's home.

On a hot sunny morning, Beibei and Brother Yi met in the vegetable market. It was so sudden that she couldn't even hide.

If you talk about Brother Yi’s body, a successful man with a small bag, almost never went to the vegetable market. By chance, this time he met, Peng Cheng was still on duty. Beibei thought about it later that if Peng Cheng had rested that day, she might have seen Brother Yi and Peng Cheng together, and that was very likely.

The sun that day seemed to be unconscious, and it was hot and hot. It was scorching early in the morning and it made people irritated. Brother Yi waved his arms at Beibei from afar, putting all his strength into it. His face was as oily as mud, and he smiled so hard that he could still see the shiny and shiny ones from afar.

After wading through mountains and rivers, Brother Yi seemed a little troubled, but he was very persistent. When he ran to Beibei, he kept calling her brothers and sisters, and didn't care about the eyes of the people around him, which made the girl very embarrassed. She had a few words to greet Brother Yi helplessly, but she couldn't distract him from the topic. Brother Yi kept praising her clothes, saying that Beibei was beautiful in everything she wore, with a thin waist and a taste, which made the girl feel chilly. Finally, Beibei couldn't bear it anymore, and she gave Peng Cheng the excuse.

This time, Brother Yi was very good at it, and he seemed to like the topic about Peng Cheng very much. "This kid is very brave. I have discovered it in the past two days." Brother Yi kept talking. He didn't know that Peng Cheng shouldn't want him to talk to Beibei. Finally, he found the topic that his younger brother and sister liked. Brother Yi's long-saved enthusiasm burst out instantly, and he started talking uncontrollably.

As for what business Peng Cheng did with Brother Yi, Brother Yi didn't say it very clearly. He pretended to be similar to a paradise, and always had such a little mystery when he spoke, and he looked like he could make up and calculate.

After that, Beibei did not ask Peng Cheng too much. As for why the so-called small bar in partnership is Brother Yi’s business, it would be a matter of Brother Yi. He might just not want to let himself know that he was mingling with Brother Yi. Beibei guessed that, or men were unwilling to let his women know what he was doing and who he was with, and that person was so unpopular.

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On the stuffy night, there was not even a windy thread, and the air was extremely humid and stuck to his body. Peng Cheng pulled Beibei and wandered under the street lights. The dim lights of the street lights were almost extinguished, revealing old orange-yellow, tangled and soft. Unfortunately, for such a beautiful scene, he was actually absent-minded.

They held hands, and Peng Cheng had not pinched her like this, as if he was put on his hand and would release it at any time. Beibei looked at him twice, but he didn't notice it. Finally, he knew that Brother Yi had met her. He asked Brother Yi vaguely what he said, and she also answered him vaguely, but she didn't say the point. He also did not notice the change in her emotions, which made her a little annoyed. She originally thought that he would find out the first time, and he was the one who could see the winks.

The two walked downstairs of the girl's house. The same dim moonlight scattered a soft halo like sand under the old tree in front of the door. Peng Cheng stretched out his hand and pinched Beibei's shoulder twice, and patted it gently.

"Wife, it's not convenient for me to send you up!" he joked.

Wen Beibei suddenly realized that Peng Cheng did not pester him like he had before, but just told her to call him after lying down. She looked at his face and couldn't confirm it. He made her heart seem to be empty and lost.

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In the past, Peng Cheng was usually only sent to the groves. After the two became closer, he started to send her downstairs. When he first arrived downstairs, he was a little sneaky and didn't touch the ground. He seemed to be able to start immediately when he saw someone and escape quickly.

"Why are you like a thief?" the girl asked him. His sneaky look was so incompatible with her straight waist.

"Aren't I afraid of seeing your mother?" He looked upstairs again...

"I'm afraid you won't leave?"

He blamed her for looking at her: "I can't bear to leave."

"Don't you want to be her son?" Like all women, she insisted on asking him pretentiously.

"I am her son-in-law, but I am the son if I really can't do it."

"Then you are still afraid of seeing your mother."

"I……"

Speaking of this day, Peng Cheng paused for a moment. With just this, Beibei missed her breath. She suddenly realized why Peng Cheng didn't want to see his mother. The ugly son-in-law was afraid that he would be embarrassed to meet his mother-in-law. No matter how much he made up for it, he would still be able to make up for it. He was afraid that the hole in his heart would not be able to make up for it.

"Wife, go up later!" Beibei didn't like him saying this. The open space in the middle of the three buildings was covered with no cover and she was not very excited. Every time she hoped that Peng Cheng would not pester her like this, but when he stopped pestering her, she seemed even more uncomfortable today.

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"Do you have something to do?" Beibei didn't move. She looked at him suspiciously. After looking at him for a long time, she asked this question. She was really not sure about her judgment, but she felt that he should have something to do.

"It's okay!" Peng Cheng refused her, but it sounded fake.

"Then why are you weird today?"

Beibei never looked away from her eyes. She stared at him, watching his eyes shining instantly from absent-minded to listening to her questions. After that, Peng Cheng began to argue, with various tricks and whispers. He insisted that he had nothing to do and would still entangle her. But today, maybe it was a man who also had a monthly period, or he forgot.

If there was no next call, maybe Beibei really believed that men also had a period of men. Unfortunately, someone called Peng Cheng. And after he looked at his phone for a long time, after he turned around again and again and still had not answered the phone, he could not bear it. The man on the phone had a little duck voice, and he called Peng Cheng's name, and Peng Cheng said "Oh", which was subconscious.

The two of them no longer had an excuse to make this happen. Beibei thought it would be a woman. Fortunately, it was Brother Yi. Peng Cheng talked to Brother Yi for a long time before hanging up the phone. Then he said, "Wife, Brother Yi has something to ask me for, but we are doing serious business, you are angry."

Peng Cheng hugged Beibei's waist tightly. He just relaxed and now he can't relax.

"Wife, I know you disgusted him, but he can really help us this time. If you don't like it, I won't dare to answer the phone."

"Hey!" Beibei sighed. She had never told Peng Cheng before that she didn't like Brother Yi, although Brother Yi was always like that, dressed like a king in playing cards. She swears that from now on, she will never want to hide her disgust for this fat man in tights. She wanted to tell Peng Cheng that Brother Yi made her disgusted.

"Okay! Go! I'm not angry with you, I'm just annoyed him." Beibei touched the boy's head full of soft hair with a loving look, and his eyes were as soft as if it had scattered, not in line with the burning.
Chapter completed!