My super cowardly system

Chapter 38 I like it more than anyone in the world

He Xiaofan was a little dissatisfied: "What's wrong with me, a little money fan? What's wrong with loving money? As the saying goes, people die for money, and birds die for food. Isn't it natural and righteous to love money!"

"Cut," my sister said angrily, "Does it seem like our family has no money? Our family's money is enough for you to spend a few lifetimes, and you are still so obsessed with money. Sooner or later, you will fall into the money pit."

As soon as he mentioned this, He Xiaofan's face became weird: "Sister, our family is not short of money, but our family's money is not with me, besides, you know, how much pocket money does my mother give me every day?" money?"

He raised five fingers and said angrily, "Fifty cents! It's only fifty cents a day! My monthly pocket money is only 15 yuan, 15 yuan! Sister, tell me, what can I do with 15 yuan a month?"

He Wenjing: "..."

He Xiaofan loves money, no, it can be said that he loves money very much. In the words of his sister, he is an out-and-out money addict.

But all of this is not without reason.

In this new era that has discarded the patriarchal idea, many families have begun to have a popular saying: the poor raise the son, and the rich raise the daughter.

And this sentence in He Xiaofan's family is a full statement.

When he was young, He Xiaofan's family was still very poor. At that time, besides eating at home every day, He Xiaofan would have an extra [-] cents pocket money, and his sister would get one yuan.

In junior high school, He Xiaofan finally upgraded to an allowance of one yuan. However, what made He Xiaofan a little dumbfounded was that when He Xiaofan asked his mother for the pocket money the next day, his mother said in surprise: Didn’t I already give it to you yesterday?
Only then did He Xiaofan realize that his mother had given him one yuan as pocket money for two days at a time, which is what is called an advance.

At this time, my sister's pocket money has become ten yuan, um, calculated on a daily basis.

In high school, as he expected, the pocket money continued to upgrade and became five yuan.

Well, for ten days.

When I arrived at the university, it finally became 15 yuan a month.

He Xiaofan wanted to cry, he always said that the poor raised a man and the rich raised a daughter, but he, the only man in his family, is really a little too poor!

My sister always said that he loves money and is greedy for money, but he can't be blamed for this!
Since he was a child, except for touching hundred yuan bills during Chinese New Year, the largest denomination he has ever touched is ten yuan.

Of course, on the second night of the Chinese New Year, my mother said righteously: I will save it for you first, and return it to you when you need it later.

However, He Xiaofan never saw his hundred-yuan bill again.

This also caused He Xiaofan to be unable to turn his eyes away when he saw the hundred-yuan bills, especially when he saw the boxes of hundred-yuan bills on TV, his sister said that his eyes could stare straight.

But although He Xiaofan is very poor, fortunately, his sister still loves him very much. When he was a child, he bought snacks by himself, and occasionally gave him some.

After sending the first sum of money to the family, he also privately sent a credit card to He Xiaofan, secretly telling him that he can swipe the card when he has no money, or link to WeChat.

Every time He Xiaofan buys vegetables, or pays utility bills at home, he will use this card, not because of anything else, mainly because of his own pocket money, not to mention grocery shopping and utility bills, I guess Even a cup of milk tea, you have to pick the cheapest one.

But despite this, he never took the money out of it once, and even if he wanted to buy something, he never spent the money inside.

Because he knows that a gentleman loves money, and it is reasonable to get it in a proper way.

He can spend the money his sister gave him, but he doesn't want to use his sister's money to satisfy his own desires.

It is precisely because my sister knows this that she will not say at this time: Don't go, I will give you money, such unsightly words.

The two were silent for a while, and He Xiaofan murmured grumblingly: "Eh, sis, can you get up first, I'm almost out of breath from you sitting..."

When my sister heard this, she immediately became displeased. After standing up, she sat down again and snorted: "Hey, He Xiaofan, you are so nervous. What do you mean, sister, I am too fat now and will weigh you down?" You’re almost out of breath, aren’t you?”

He Xiaofan let out an ouch, and said in pain and happiness: "No! My sister's figure is definitely the most perfect in the world, not heavy at all, but my old waist really can't stand the toss. Hiss~~ Don't pinch, don't Pinch, I was wrong, sister, I was really wrong!"

"Huh." My sister rolled her eyes at him, got up from his back, sat on the sofa at the other end, and continued to watch her soap opera.

He Xiaofan touched his waist and sat up from the sofa, his whole body was still a little sore, but most of the tiredness had disappeared.

He clapped his hands and was about to get up to take a shower when his sister suddenly asked, "Do you still remember Grandpa Yan Wang?"

"Ah?" He Xiaofan turned his head, and replied: "I remember, it was the grandfather in the three-chased alleyway when I was a child, with fierce eyes that could scare children to tears. Why do you ask this?"

"Then do you still remember that Grandpa Yan Wang has a granddaughter?"

"Remember, remember, that timid, quiet little girl with a ponytail. It seems her name is Baba. Yes, it's called Baba."

"Hey, but I haven't seen the two of them since we moved, sister, why did you suddenly ask this?"

"It's nothing, I just had a dream suddenly, and I dreamed about them."

In front of Qiu Shiyu's apartment, a black Porsche was ushered in.

Qiu Shiyu, who was about to go out, looked at the person getting off the Porsche, and was startled: "Are you... He Xiaofan's sister?"

He Wenjing nodded and took off her sunglasses: "Go in and talk?"

Qiu Shiyu was a little confused, but still welcomed her into the house.

"My house only has black tea and coffee, you"

"Black tea is good."

After brewing two cups of black tea, Qiu Shiyu and He Wenjing sat facing each other, and there was an inexplicable tension in the silent atmosphere.

Qiu Shiyu's thumb and index finger staggered back and forth, her eyes were erratic.

He Wenjing first took a sip of her black tea, and then said lightly, "Baba, long time no see."

Qiu Shiyu was slightly surprised at first, then slowly lowered her gaze, and murmured, "How did you know that?"

"A woman's intuition." He Wenjing spread her hands and smiled again: "In short, it's guesswork."

Qiu Shiyu smiled wryly: "Does your brother know too?"

"Why should I let him know?" He Wenjing asked back.

"You like him." Qiu Shiyu looked into He Wenjing's eyes, as if asking.

This time He Wenjing didn't speak, but drank the lipstick tea again, and then said slowly: "I like it more than anyone else in the world."

Qiu Shiyu stared at her firmly: "You are siblings!"

He Wenjing said calmly: "We are not."

Qiu Shiyu: "??!"

Her expression was extremely calm, as if she was recounting a trivial fact.

"That year, I was 17 years old. One night, when I got up to go to the bathroom, I overheard my parents' conversation, and realized that he and I were not biological siblings."

Qiu Shiyu: "..."

"The moment I found out the truth of the matter, I breathed a sigh of relief, as if the boulder that had been suspended in my heart for a long time finally fell to the ground, and then I made up my mind that I would not let anyone get close to me easily." younger brother'."

"including you."

(End of this chapter)