The wicked have their own evil

In the next few days, Zitong seemed to disappear and never appeared in front of Zhang Chi again.Even though the people present knew about their past, they didn't dare to dance in front of Zhang Chi, and Shen Hua didn't even mention it.

Now that Zhang Chi has come out, Zhang Tao is going to organize his own wedding and let Zhang Chi be their witness.

Zhang Chi promised her three years ago, and it is impossible to go back on it now.

As for the dress, Zhang Tao also asked him what he thought. Zhang Chi told him his size and let them buy it.He has lived for more than thirty years, and he has never worn such solemn and rigorous clothes. If he is really asked to wear them, he is really afraid that he will not get used to them.

But without Zhang Tao chattering beside him, it was a little bit cleaner.

It was night again, they had just finished their work, and they were almost gone. Zhang Chi didn't plan to go back so soon, so he sat lazily on the rattan rocking chair at the door of the storage room on the first floor, watching Ban Yue .

He was carrying a bottle of beer, shaking it like playing, and taking a few sips from time to time.

Before he sat down for a few minutes, Shen Hua came over.

He took a back chair and sat next to Zhang Chi.

Shen Hua brought an empty cup, put it in front of Zhang Chi, and shook it as a signal.

Zhang Chi glanced at him, smiled, poured half of his wine to him, and put it on the ground.

Shen Hua took a few sips and put it on the palm of his hand.

"It seems that it hasn't been long, and Zhang Tao is going to be a bride." Shen Hua sighed lightly.

Zhang Chi smiled and said, "Wanzi is almost three years old."

"Yeah, I still remember the first time I saw Tao Zi." Shen Hua narrowed his eyes slightly, stretching out his right hand as if to recall Zhang Tao's stature back then, "It seems that he is so small, not as tall as he is now. The meatball is heavy."

When Zhang Chi heard this, he suppressed his smile a little, and took a sip of wine, "She was thin and thin at that time, and I was really worried that she would not be able to support her."

Shen Hua seemed to feel that his mood had changed slightly.

"My father," Zhang Chi seldom mentioned his previous affairs, and he didn't know if it was because drinking wine caused restlessness in his body cells. He turned his head and said to Shen Hua: "After I know how to fight, he He never dared to hit me, but Tao Zi was not, as long as I was not at home, he would hit her like a sandbag."

When Zhang Chi said, his voice became deeper and deeper, as if grinding gravel, "I came home once," he paused, and continued: "She was lying on the ground, her clothes were torn and covered with blood. When they see me, they don’t cry out for pain, they just say, brother, I’m very hungry.”

It's not that he doesn't understand Zhang Chi's family's sufferings, but Shen Hua listens to him talking about family affairs, and usually just skips them. When he didn't want to mention it, he didn't intend to ask.

But listening to him now, his mood is filled with various emotions, but he can't tell clearly.

Shen Hua still remembered the circumstances under which they met when they met for the first time.

Shen Hua rolled his throat and asked: "Have you ever thought that you will see your father in the future?"

Zhang Chi glanced at him and said, "If I could see him, I would beat him to death immediately, punching him down, chopping off his hands and feet first, then crushing his bones, and giving them to Yu. Aunt feeds the pigs."

Shen Hua laughed, "You are no longer the old boss Zhang."

"So what," Zhang Chi stubbed out the cigarette, "He shouldn't be alive in the first place."

……

They chatted until one o'clock in the morning, still talking endlessly.

Shen Hua took the last sip of wine and said: "I should go back, go to bed early."

"Ah."

Zhang Chi rubbed his eyes, leaned his head on the rattan-backed chair, closed his eyes and rested.

After a short break, his phone rang.

Zhang Chi opened his eyes, picked it up and saw it was an unfamiliar number.

He hesitated for a moment, wondering if it might be the customer's number.Although I usually leave the call to the customer, they usually only call the landline in the garage.

He lowered his eyebrows and switched it on.

But the other side didn't speak, only the sound of sizzle and breathing.

Zhang Chi narrowed his eyes slightly and said "Hello".

"Zhang Chi."

He heard it, it was Zitong's voice.

Zhang Chi paused and asked, "What's the matter?"

"Come out for dinner tomorrow," Zitong said.

Zhang Chi narrowed his eyes slightly, planning to hang up his phone.

Zitong seemed to have noticed his intention and asked, "Do you still remember that you have something with me?"

Zhang Chi paused for a while, and suddenly the things that were given to him three years ago popped up in his mind, and he even remembered them. He squinted and asked tentatively, "What?"

"Bracelet." Zitong whispered, "The bracelet you gave me three years ago."

really.

Zhang Chi rolled his throat, clenched the phone tightly, and the veins on the back of his hand tensed slightly.There was a sudden dimness in front of his eyes, as if his thoughts jumped back to three years ago.

He still vaguely remembers the excitement that Zitong brought to him when he accepted the bracelet, and the anxiety and nervousness when he was on a roller coaster ride.

What does the bracelet mean.

It means the future of the two of them and confirms the life of the two of them.

If it is in the auditorium, words of loyalty and trust will be spoken in the oath of the new couple.

But they were not in the auditorium, or even across a river, a river that was difficult to cross in any way.

Not everything works as expected.

There was no emotion in Zhang Chi's eyes, they were empty, and he didn't know where to look. He asked, "Do you want to return it to me?"

Zitong's voice suddenly became cold, "I'll give it back to you, so who are you going to give it to?"

Zhang Chi said indifferently: "It's good to give it to anyone."

Zitong moved his lips, and then said, "I'll meet you tomorrow, and I'll bring it to you."

"Let's change it." Zhang Chi pulled his lips, still unable to smile, "I don't want to see you."

Zhang Chi's words were like oil in a pot, and from time to time his heart gradually ached.He paused for a while and said, "Then I'll throw it away, maybe one day you're lucky and can pick it up again."

Zhang Chi pressed his tongue against his upper teeth, a little annoyed by his words.The bracelet was his mother's relic, he remembered it, but he never thought of getting it back from him.

But hearing what he said, his voice was a little restless and angry, "If you fucking want to throw it away, you should throw it away sooner."

"Anyway, you don't want it anymore, so throw it away someday."

Zhang Chi suppressed his temper and said, "I'm not free tomorrow, so I'll let my brother go."

Zitong was unmoved, "You come and get it."

He paused for a long time, and finally said: "Okay, I'll take it back, after all, I have to give it to my mother's future daughter-in-law."

Zitong held the phone lightly in his hand, and said in a very soft voice, "There is a new Cantonese restaurant near me. Come here at six o'clock."

"Row."

As soon as the word came out, Zhang Chi immediately hung up the phone and nearly threw it to the ground.