"Don't believe it." Yan Zhiyuan said.

"...Fuck?" The man was stunned, "He should have been watching by the side!"

"Yes," Yan Zhiyuan picked up a pack of cigarettes on the ground again, looked at them, took one in his mouth, and lit the cigarette while looking at that, "You can still applaud."

"Are you shameful?" The  glared at him.

"Yes," Yan Zhiyuan smiled, "Do you have so many?"

"Fuck!" The brick in the  smashed hard under his feet and turned around.

The wine is quite courageous.

Yan Zhiyuan looked at the shaking back of the road, and looked at the angrily one. He could even get a brick to drink some wine.

He went to the car, wrapped it with the scarf thrown in the seat, and prepared to carry out the goods behind him. When he turned around, he found that the one was back again.

"I have never seen you like this!" That point at him.

"Then you have to thank me, you're open your eyes." Yan Zhiyuan smiled, opened the trunk, took out a small trailer and put it on the ground. He fought and warmed up a lot. He was not far from the last hotel to deliver goods. He planned to drag the goods over.

Then he pointed at him without saying a word, then turned around again after a while.

"Go home quickly," Yan Zhiyuan's cargo was in the trailer, "Don't fall asleep and freeze to death when he is on the road."

"Damn it!" The roared while snarling.

It would be great if you could go, Yan Zhiyuan tweeted.

It's just that good, what's the point of fucking your mother? Your grandma's day, you can't scold you.

"Damn it, you fuck it." Yan Zhiyuan said.

There is still a day before the New Year, and the boss took his wife back to his hometown.

It was normal to go back to my hometown during the Chinese New Year, but it was abnormal if the goods were gone.

Yan Zhiyuan looked at the mess as if he was robbed, and felt speechless.

The boss's mouth is pretty good. He didn't find a place to live before, and the boss asked him to work in the store. After knowing that he was the only one, the boss's wife even bought the military coat he wore, and he also raised his salary, although it was only a meal.

Because of these, he would have fought with steel bars that day, so he would not be stolen from the box of goods.

Now the head injury is still covered with gauze, but the boss ran away with his salary for a half month.

He didn't know what his mood was now.

He walked around the store and there were still some cooking utensils and oil, salt, sauce and vinegar in the kitchen. He looked at it, took a rice cooker, and then put a leaky sausage outside the window into the pot.

While I was carrying the pot out, I met the landlord.

"Oh!" The landlord pointed to the pot in his mouth, "Put it down! The east in this room is now home!"

"Do they owe you rent?" Yan Zhiyuan asked.

"I don't owe the rent..." The landlord was interrupted by him before he finished speaking.

"Get out of the way," Yan Zhiyuan looked at the landlord, "They owe three months of wages."

His face should not look very good. The landlord hesitated for a moment and let him go aside. He took the pot and went out.

After coming back to his senses, he was still quite depressed. He didn't have much money anymore. Even if he had no New Year, he couldn't last a few days. It was still difficult to find work during the New Year.

Yan Zhiyuan sat in his room, looked at the falling snowflakes outside, and sighed.

But at least there is still a place to live, although it takes a small stove to keep heating.

Not bad, too.

He stood up and touched the inner bag of the military coat. This small stack of money was his entire property now.

He buttoned his clothes and went out for a meal to celebrate.

The only one who rents a house is the two brothers in the former business. The boss is an uncle, he has good skills and enough food. As long as he is rich, he has to eat at least three times a week.

Today, I am considered rich.

He lifted the cotton curtains of his brothers and two brothers.

"Xiao Yan is here." The uncle happened to come out of the kitchen and saw him smiling and greet him.

"So many today?" Yan Zhiyuan looked at it. The store was not very big, so he put four or five tables on it. Now there are each table.

"It's okay," the uncle pointed to the table inside, "That young man, I guess he's almost finished eating. You can play a table with him, he's only one."

"Okay." Yan Zhiyuan nodded.

When he arrived next to the table, this person raised his head.

When their eyes met, they were stunned.

Yan Zhiyuan had a very strong face. He had already recognized him before his head was raised. This was the one who had not yet taken him to thank him before.

"Fuck," he looked at him, "Is it you again?"

"Drink a lot," Yan Zhiyuan sat down at his face, looked at the wine bottle on the table, "Are you going to swing bricks again after drinking?"

"Tell me," he pointed at him, "You'll stay here today, don't you, or you'll get this out of here, and you'll be fucking with a brick."

"Tell me," Yan Zhiyuan smiled at him while taking off his hat and scarf, "You point at the other side, now you'll fold your wrist."

This paused, pointed at his, took it back, and stood on the table: "Fuck."

The uncle brought a pot of hot tea and came over: "What should I eat?"

"Big plate of chickens, big ones." Yan Zhiyuan said.

"Okay," the uncle nodded, "You can drink some too?"

"Well," Yan Zhiyuan thought for a while, "It's your rice bar."

"Wait." The uncle patted his shoulder and turned around.

"His family still has rice wine?" To the man looked at him, "Is it delicious?"

"It's not good to drink," said Yan Zhiyuan, "but it doesn't charge any money to drink."

He tskated at the same time, leaned against the back of the chair and stopped talking.

This should be the owner who lives a pretty good life at home. You can tell by looking at the clothes and by looking at the wine he drinks. There is no such thing as two brothers here. It must be that the uncle went to a shop next to him to buy it for him.

I just don’t know how such a man who looks like a good family and looks like a college student, how could he drink here? And when he meets him, he goes to get drunk.

So, the world's only ones are just a cover. There is no introduction to the back cover yet, so you have to open it to know what the story is.

The uncle brought a bottle of rice wine and a large plate of chicken to the table. Yan Zhiyuan took a cup and was about to pour wine. He put his own cup in front of him: "Take a sip."

"Who are you asking you to take a sip?" Yan Zhiyuan looked at him.

"I'm called Cui Yi," said to , "pour wine."

Yan Zhiyuan stared at Cui Yi for a while, poured a glass of rice wine into the cup that he reached over.

"Thank you." Cui Yi took the cup and took a sip, and half of the wine was gone.

"Are you thirsty?" Yan Zhiyuan said.

"I feel thirsty." Cui Yi said.

"Then are you hungry?" Yan Zhiyuan said, "If you are still hungry, just take a few more bites."

Cui Yi raised his head, looked at him for a while, and handed the cup forward: "Knock one."

Yan Zhiyuan chatted with him and took a sip of rice wine.

"It's really hard to drink," Cui Yi drank all the rice wine, "This broken wine... let's have another glass of it."

Yan Zhiyuan poured another cup.

Cui Yi would sigh at every sip of rice wine, but he would drink a lot of it. The boss brought the bottle and at least let him drink one.

He also ate a lot of chicken with big plates, just as if the plate he had eaten up before was an illusion.

Yan Zhiyuan didn't say anything. He asked for a large plate and prepared two to eat together.

Cui Yi must have encountered something big, and he had something to do in his heart, especially such a simple child raised in a very good family who is not very thoughtful, and he is basically written on his face.

After dinner, Yan Zhiyuan called the uncle to come and settle the account.

"Look, it's good to share a table," said the uncle with a smile, "and he made friends after having a meal."

Yan Zhiyuan smiled and said nothing, got up, and he got out of the two brothers, but he didn't care and was still lying on the table. I don't know if Cui Yi was awake or asleep.

But after a few steps, footsteps came from behind.

He turned around and saw Cui Yi staggeringly following him.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

"Actually, I should have paid some money just now," Cui Yi said, "but I have no money now."

"It's okay," Yan Zhiyuan waved, "Not much."

"You leave an address," Cui Yi said, "You can take it over in a day. Look at you, you shouldn't be rich, and this meal is a lot of money."
To be continued...