I want to be a scumbag [rebirth]

Qiao An and Zhang Qi learned from their experience and went to the night market early to reserve a seat.

Originally occupied the position by the exit, but was driven away fiercely by the later stall owner, so he had to move inside.Today's business is much better than yesterday's, with more traffic and a lot of money.

After dividing the day's income according to the cost input, Qiao An and Zhang Qi returned home in the dark.

As soon as he entered the room, he heard a sharp cry: "Joan!"

Looking up, she saw Qiao Xin crossing her arms and looking at him with ill intentions, while Qiao's mother was sitting at the table, holding Xiao Qiao in her arms, with a bad expression on her face.

Not knowing why, he asked, "What's wrong?"

"Are you ashamed to ask? You only went out to study for a month, and how many things are you hiding from us?" Qiao Xin had a frank and lenient expression.

Joan calmly said, "What am I hiding from you?"

"Okay, Mom, look, Qiao An is still talking hard, she really won't cry when she sees the coffin!" Qiao Xin complained to Qiao's mother.

"Qiao Xin, if you have something to say, you might as well just say it, you don't need to use others as an excuse."

In Qiao Xin's consciousness, Qiao An has always been Quiet Vino's child, and he never expected to speak to her so decisively.

Feeling more and more angry, he took out the mobile phone that he had been holding in his hand, and put it on the table with a 'slap--': "Is this your thing?"

Seeing her mobile phone appearing in Qiao Xin's hand, Qiao An secretly thought she was negligent.

His face remained calm: "Since you found it from my room, why bother to ask more questions."

Qiao Xin came back rudely, and choked on the topic: "Okay, you admit that it's yours, so tell me, why do you have a mobile phone? Where did you get the money?"

If Qiao An admits that the phone is his own, it will do him no good at all. With Qiao Xin's greedy character, he must do everything possible to take it for himself.

Only... "This is not my phone."

"It's not yours? I obviously found it from your room, why isn't it yours?"

"Then why did you search my room for no reason?" Joan asked leisurely.

"I..." Qiao Xin was at a loss for words for a moment: "I went to the room to ask you to eat, but when you were not here, I saw..."

"Sister, I really didn't know that your eyes are so good that you can see my mobile phone through your schoolbag." Joan clearly remembered that he stuffed his mobile phone back into his schoolbag before leaving.It was because the clothes he was wearing today had no pockets, and it was too conspicuous to hold the mobile phone rashly in his hand. In the end, it was still very secretive, and it was hard to guard against house thieves.

"Don't change the subject for me. What I'm asking now is where did you get your mobile phone? Oh..." Qiao Xin suddenly realized: "Did you steal it? I heard that most of the students in the High School Attached to Master Shake have mobile phones of."

"What?!" Upon hearing Qiao Xin's words, Qiao's mother almost jumped up from the chair: "Qiao An, have you learned how to steal?"

"Do you think that the high school attached to Master Shake is full of gold?" Qiao An finally couldn't hold back his sneer: "You can steal a mobile phone casually?"

"You...Mom, look, Qiao An has done some nasty things by herself, and she still refuses to repent!" Qiao Xin tried to move Mother Qiao out again.

Before Qiao's mother could speak, Qiao An took the lead in killing what she wanted to say in the cradle: "It's just a mobile phone, I don't know how it has anything to do with the word 'dirty'. This is me My classmate's mobile phone, he needs to contact me during the holidays, so he puts the mobile phone by my side."

"Heh~" Qiao Xin rolled her eyes in disbelief: "You think we can trust you by just making an excuse. What is this? This is a mobile phone! Such a valuable thing, can someone just give it to you?"

"Maybe it's a very precious thing in your eyes, but it's not worth mentioning to others." Joan said realistically. After seeing how vast the outside world is, she can see how narrow-minded some people are.

Qiao's mother seemed to be stimulated to some point, and she was suddenly furious: "Qiao An! Why did you talk to your sister!"

Turning her head to look at Mother Qiao with raised brows and cold eyes, the familiar face from the previous life was engraved in front of Qiao An's eyes: "Your father and I have worked so hard to send you to study in the city, but it's not for you to do something sneaky. You didn’t even admit your mistake when you got caught, why? Are you disgusted that we can’t buy you a mobile phone now, are you a small-bellied rural person?”

Qiao An pursed her lips. Such a familiar attitude was staged again, and she no longer felt it in her heart. She looked at Qiao's mother coldly like a spectator.

Seeing that Qiao An did not admit his mistake at all, Qiao Xin added fuel to the fire: "That is, if you look down on our family so much, you can get out now!"

"...Okay." There was a long silence, Qiao An said the word slowly, turned and went back to the room.

Mother Qiao lowered her head to coax Qiao Yi, while Qiao Xin sat beside her, playing with Qiao An's mobile phone with her head lowered.

After a while, Joan came out with a schoolbag on his back and a dilapidated suitcase in his hand. He had just packed a few clothes in the suitcase.

Qiao's mother didn't expect that Qiao An was really going to leave, she was so surprised that she almost couldn't hold Qiao Yi: "Xiao An, you..."

Ignoring Qiao's mother, she went straight to Qiao Xin: "Please return the phone to me."

"Why did I give it to you?" Qiao Xin twisted her body backwards, clutching the phone tightly in her hands: "You stole this phone. As a sister, how can I allow you to make mistakes again and again? I confiscated the phone."

I have seen Qiao Xin's shamelessness before, and Qiao An will not talk nonsense with her: "I'll ask again, don't you return the phone to me?"

"I won't return it." Qiao Xin looked as if he wanted to snatch the phone and just follow him endlessly.

Joan nodded, turned and walked out without saying anything.

Mother Qiao stood up nervously: "Xiao An, where are you going?"

"Mom, don't worry about him." Qiao Xin said, "I don't even look at him just now, and I won't admit my mistake. This must be his trick, so that we can forgive him. It's so late, where can he run as a child? Let me tell you, I know Joan's situation in my heart. We must not tolerate it, otherwise, it will be too late if he is completely taken away outside!"

Joan was pulling the suitcase, and the night road was rough, only the dim moonlight shone down on the road, casting a dark figure.

His head is extremely sober and calm, but he is too naive, thinking that if he does it all over again, some things can be different.As a result, nothing will be different except yourself.

Without a car back to Shake City, Joan would not be so angry with himself that he would go back via Route 11.

In fact, his purpose of going home this time has been roughly achieved.In the following years, Yangshi Small Commodities became a well-known industrial zone in China, and many millionaires were born.He wanted to set up a stall in the night market to see how big the county's demand for small commodities was, but now he thought of a better way.

And Qiao Xin's attack just served as an excuse for him not to go home again.Otherwise, in Qiao's mother's eyes, it would be her fault if she didn't go home for a long time.

When they came to Grandpa Qiao's yard at the foot of the short mountain, Grandpa Qiao was cutting watermelon for Zhou Qiguang to eat.

Compared with Zhou Qiguang in the daytime, he is now wearing linen short-sleeves and loose cotton trousers, which seem to be clothes from a long time ago.Grandpa Qiao's eyes were not very good, and Zhou Qiguang was the first to spot Qiao An standing at the gate of the yard.

"Why are you here?" Seeing the suitcase pulled by Joan's side, Zhou Qiguang raised his eyebrows in the dark, and didn't ask anything: "Do you want to eat watermelon?"

"Eat." Joan nodded bluntly, walked out of the yard, put the suitcase away, and took off the schoolbag on her back.

Walking to Grandpa Qiao, Grandpa Qiao realized that there was a strange boy: "Grandpa Qiao, long time no see. You may not remember me, I was in your private school in the first grade."

Upon hearing Joan's words, Grandpa Qiao became interested: "Why don't you remember, tell me, what's your name? I'm sure I will remember."

"My name is Joan."

"Oh, Joanne, you're a good boy." Grandpa Joe stroked his white beard: "I heard that you were admitted to the middle school in Shake City, which is amazing."

Unexpectedly, Grandpa Qiao really knew about him, and Joan was flattered.He had an intuition that Grandpa Joe was definitely not as simple as he appeared on the surface.

"Here, try the freshly cut watermelon." Grandpa Qiao didn't say much, and took a piece of watermelon and put it in Joan's hand.

The watermelon has just been soaked at the bottom of the well, it is cool and sweet, and a bite is refreshing.The black watermelon seeds are plump and spit out on the small table. They are round and lovely, and they are lovable.

"Sweep these watermelon seeds to the foot of the mountain in a while, and watermelon seedlings will grow again next year." Grandpa Qiao said cheerfully.

"Grandpa, next year I will come to your place to eat watermelon."

"Boy Zhou Yaohua, can you just let you stay here alone, without urging you to go abroad?" Grandpa Qiao could see clearly, and he couldn't hinder the path of the younger generation just because he was a widow and lonely old man who needed someone to accompany him.

"Grandpa, I won't go abroad." Zhou Qiguang said calmly while eating watermelon.

Joan raised his head in surprise and looked at Zhou Qiguang, why wouldn't he go abroad?He obviously went abroad after finishing junior high school!

Zhou Qiguang glanced at Qiao An: "What are you looking at, eat your watermelon."

Qiao An said quietly: "Ahem, don't talk too much, you will be the one who will slap your face." For this watermelon, Qiao An kindly reminded Zhou Qiguang.

Zhou Qiguang squinted at Qiao An: "You know again?"

After eating the watermelon, Zhou Qiguang stayed with Qiao An overnight, and Grandpa Qiao agreed.

Waving to Qiao An: "You are the most promising student I have ever taught. As the saying goes, a teacher for one day will be a teacher for life. I have nothing to give you. Here is an inkstone for you as a souvenir."

Grandpa Qiao brought out an inkstone at some point. The inkstone was cold to the touch, smooth and moist, and the fine patterns on the inkstone could be touched with hands. It could be seen that it was finely polished, and upon smelling it, there was a faint medicinal fragrance.

Knowing that this is definitely not an ordinary inkstone, Qiao An waved his hands again and again: "No, Grandpa Qiao, I can't take it."

"I gave it to you. I didn't ask you if you want it." As he stuffed the inkstone into Qiao An's hand, Grandpa Qiao showed a domineering attitude that could not be refused.

"Son, you need to remember that if you don't go against your heart, you will always be there." Grandpa Qiao's eyes were fixed on Qiao An, as if he had seen through something, but he seemed to have seen through nothing.