your glory my sniper

"Hello? Lan Lan."

Shen Qiang was chewing something in his mouth, his hypocritical voice was greasy, and he was completely different from when he scolded his wife just now, "I heard from your brother that you went on a trip? Why don't you go home this Friday? Ah, uncle misses you so much."

Yu Jianglan frowned: "You hit my aunt again, didn't you?"

"No, how can it be? Husband and wife inevitably have a little friction. It's not like you don't know that your aunt loves to cry." Shen Qiang's tone was very calm, that was the elegance that only when facing Yu Jianglan, he said with a naive smile, and compromised Said: "Yes, I will coax her for a while."

Yu Jianglan sneered lightly, expressionless, and waited for the other party to get to the point.

"Lanlan, you said you don't have a family, and uncle is still thinking about having a drink with you. By the way, I will tell you about our family's major events." Shen Qiang paused intentionally, pretending to be closed, "Your uncle, I am now Good luck, you and Uncle Chen in Shenzhen can count on making a living, when you come back next time, I will buy you a car, how about it?"

When these words came out of Shen Qiang's mouth, Yu Jianglan couldn't believe it, thinking he heard it wrong: "What?"

"Do you know how much your uncle earns this month?" Shen Qiang laughed, and the words clanged, "Eighteen Da does not slip."

Sure enough, Yu Jianglan's heart tightened slightly.

"Are you going to gamble again? How many times have I said that in gambling, nine times out of ten you lose, you can't..."

"It's different this time. The 18 I mentioned is just a commission, nothing more than a small profit."

Shen Qiang's voice was unreliable: "I'm working with you, Uncle Chen. He's doing well, and he's already the agent of our platform. I put money in his hands, and he can still get 30.00% of every bet. The commission is shared equally with me, and if you are lucky enough to make a fortune, even if you lose, you can get back 15.00% of the commission."

Yu Jianglan frowned even more when he heard that, this commission share sounds outrageous, and the eighth floor is another scam set up by which online gambling platform to win over big customers below.

"That is to say, for 100 yuan, the loss was 85 in the past, but now it has become [-]?"

"Bah, bah, how do you talk, it's really unlucky." Shen Qiang blamed.

"Wait, you said you earned 18 commissions, 15.00% of the betting fee..." Yu Jianglan's pupils trembled slightly, and his mind flashed, "Where did you get 120 million?"

"Yo, look at my nephew who is good at math." Shen Qiang answered the question, but his voice did not know where the confidence came from: "My nephew is promising, worth tens of millions, his uncle has a million, is it unusual?"

Yu Jianglan leaned against the wall, closed his eyes and took a deep breath, repeating: "I ask you where did you get the 120 million?"

Shen Qiang was very calm: "I bought the house in Zhuxiyuan, borrowed some money, and placed bets in batches, for sure..."

"Fuck, that's the house for grandma's retirement." Yu Jianglan's temples were throbbing, and he couldn't help cursing in a low voice. He was full of anger and ready to go, and asked, "How much did you borrow?"

"800."

"You're so crazy!"

"Why are you so anxious! Uncle Chen has someone on the platform who can get back as much as you vote, do you understand the relationship? What is this called... trader! Yes! Do you understand trader!" How ridiculous it is in the other party's ears.

Not only was he not guilty, but he became arrogant. "Yu Jianglan, don't play with me here, I heard that you are rewarding [-] yuan for watching the live broadcast, and you are making a fuss with me for this small amount of money."

A dark sense of suffocation slowly came from all directions, Yu Jianglan raised one corner of his lips stiffly, a sarcastic sneer spread little by little, and finally turned into a self-deprecating wry smile.

He secretly bought the villa in Zhuxiyuan for his grandmother, and only his grandmother's name was written on the real estate certificate. After his grandmother suffered from dementia, he thought about adding himself to the real estate certificate, but after some consideration, he didn't add it.

Although grandma hardly ever lived there, she still lived in her uncle's house, but that was always her nominal destination.

In these years, he has never been stingy when it comes to money.Although Shen Qiang likes to gamble, he never dared to play too much. Asking Yu Jianglan for money is thousands of hundreds.Yu Jianglan never imagined that he would actually make an idea of ​​this house.

They all use the 2 yuan to talk about things, but who knows that it is the money for his medical treatment...

Ling Jibei came here at this time, saw Yu Jianglan talking on the phone with a sullen face, and subconsciously hid behind the wall.

"800 million, small money?" Yu Jianglan was extremely angry, but her voice became softer, "Do you all think that it is very easy for me to earn money..."

"Lanlan, I'm one step away from success now. The amount I have stored on the platform is only 300 million short of being able to be promoted to the top VIP. At that time, you Uncle Chen can get five levels of commissions and give them all to me. What does this mean? The risk is directly reduced by half ..." The urgency with which Shen Qiang spoke made people imagine the look of his eyes shining and losing his mind through the phone. "The big heads have gone in. I have to make up for the 300 million yuan. It's just a deposit. I'll pay you back later. Otherwise, I can only borrow usury. When the time comes, the debt collectors will come..."

Yu Jianglan couldn't bear it anymore: "Enough! I think you are crazy!"

Halfway through his anger, the person on the phone had changed, and the familiar voice of grandma came: "Lanlan, it's grandma."

"Hey..." The coldness in Yu Jianglan's eyes suddenly disappeared, and his tone softened instantly, "Grandma..."

Grandma didn't wake up very much. This was the first time in the past year that she remembered her name correctly. His nose was sore, but he laughed contentedly, and squatted down with his back against the wall.

His eyes were red, like a child, and he kept nodding obediently.

"Ah."

"understood."

"Okay, I'll find a way, don't worry."

"Grandma...you have to pay attention to yourself..."

...

Before he finished speaking, there was already a beeping busy tone. Ling Jibei looked at him holding the phone reluctantly, worrying about gain and loss, and felt as if he had been stabbed in the heart.

A person who is so proud on weekdays is now like an abandoned little animal, hiding in a dark corner and licking his wounds.

Yu Jianglan squatted there holding his cell phone tightly, he didn't move for a long time, the dim light cast a shadow on his face, and he couldn't see his expression clearly.

He knew that grandma didn't remember him, and just became a tool for uncle to threaten him for money, but even though he knew it was fake, he was still very moved.

...

When Yu Jianglan came back, everyone was drinking to a climax, Yue Mo drank several cups, slightly drunk, her aura completely changed.Seeing Yu Jianglan, he waved his hands excitedly, making no secret of his admiration for him: "Come! Wave! I've been waiting for you for a long time!"

Yu Jianglan sat down, looked at the empty cups on the table, his eyes froze slightly, sure enough, as long as he wasn't around, everyone could get warmed up quickly.

He was not in the mood to drink, so he took out his mobile phone and calculated the money in his bank account and wealth management, and it was only a million or so.

Suddenly, I thought of a publicity that I saw on the Internet a few days ago. The first masked gun couple national competition is about to be held. It is not an official event, but the prize money for the champion has reached more than one million.

The form of the competition is very novel. There are 100 people in the audience, regardless of gender, and 100 masks are randomly distributed.

The masks are paired in pairs, and the two people who get a set of masks form a team, regardless of their status or level.

Yu Jianglan hesitated for a moment, clicked on the appointment, and participated in the competition for the spot.

A sense of sadness welled up, Yu Jianglan suddenly felt his heart was congested, grabbed a glass of wine casually, raised his head, rolled his Adam's apple twice, and drank it all.

Everyone clapped and booed:

"I'll go, Lanshen nb!"

"Good drinker, good drinker!"

"Brother Lan!" Ling Jibei cried out distressedly, seeing that his glass had run out and picked up a new one, he hurried forward to dissuade him: "This is tomorrow! You can't drink like this!"

"Brother Lan!"

Only then did everyone realize that something was wrong, and they started to pull it together, and the wine glass was already empty in their hands.

After drinking two cups of spirits, it was like a fire burning in my stomach.

Yu Jianglan lightly stroked Ling Jibei's hand on his arm, got up and picked up another cup, stepped back, and made a gesture to leave: "I'm sorry, it's disappointing again, I'll punish myself with three cups."

After he finished speaking, he drank it in one gulp, turned and left.

Ling Jibei decisively chased him out.

Yu Jianglan didn't go far after leaving the bar, his feet started to shake a little, he refused to go back to the inn, and walked aimlessly along the stone road in the ancient alley.

Ling Jibei caught up with him from behind, took his hand and put it on his shoulder: "Brother Lan, you're drunk..."

The latter turned his head to look at him a little dullly, stared at his face for a long time, and suddenly smiled.

"I'm not drunk."

As he spoke, he broke away from Ling Jibei's supporting hand, but before taking two steps forward, he slipped and sat on the ground, and a sharp pain suddenly rose from the lumbar spine connected to the sciatic nerve.

uh huh.

Yu Jianglan snorted and put his hands on the stones on the side of the road.

"Brother Lan!" Ling Jibei squatted down quickly, watching him smile at him with drunken eyes, but his heart was cold to the bottom.

He lifted Yu Jianglan up, then opened his palm, looked at the wound cut by the stone He, and felt a sharp pain in his heart: "Brother Lan, let's go back, okay, you really drank too much."

"I didn't drink too much." Yu Jianglan retorted palely, grabbed Ling Jibei's hand rather stiffly, interlocked his fingers inexplicably, and pulled him forward: "I want to buy something."

Ling Jibei's heart skipped a beat, and he lowered his head in disbelief to see him clasping his five fingers tightly, and followed him lightly as if he had lost his soul.

For a moment, he felt that no matter where he wanted to take himself, he would be willing.

Finally, Yu Jianglan stopped in front of a supermarket and walked in.

As soon as he entered the door, he began to look around, stumbled and wandered in the snack area, his eyes moved slowly on the shelves.

"What do you want to eat? Tell me, and I'll get it for you." Ling Jibei supported half of his body, not daring to let go, feeling that as long as he let go, he might fall to the ground at any time.

Yu Jianglan shook his head and said nothing, his eyes were still searching seriously, his eyes suddenly lit up, and then he reached out and picked up a bag of sugar from the shelf, brown wrapping paper.

Ling Jibei lightly paused, plum candy is his favorite food.

His heart was beating fast, and unknown feelings flooded in his heart. He just watched Yu Jianglan stumbled to the counter to pay the bill, and then stuffed the bag of candy into his arms.

"Give you."

Ling Jibei stared down, his throat was hot: "Brother Lan..."

"Do you know," Yu Jianglan put one hand on his shoulder, his legs were obviously weak and his body was shaking, he smiled and said, "I haven't eaten freshly peeled eggs for a long time..."

"Ah?" Ling Jibei didn't react for a while.

Yu Jianglan was very close to him, and when he spoke, the smell of alcohol gushed ambiguously into the hollow of his neck with a hot stream, and his dreamy murmur was like the tide under the moonlight, flooding his heart in waves.

He was obviously a little delirious, he kept holding the candy, but he refused to let go, and smiled heartily: "Thank you, thank you, Ling Jibei, I thank you..."

"Uh...no...no need..." Ling Jibei was also a little incoherent, seeing the latter's body suddenly fall, "Brother Lan!"

He went up his waist with both hands, supported his body head-on, and dragged him up: "Are you okay, Brother Lan!"

Yu Jianglan's feet were weak, his waist was numb with pain, and he was so dizzy that he didn't know what kind of posture he was in at this time.

Later, Zhu Zijian, Ling Bo and others also arrived, and together they brought Yu Jianglan back to the inn. Along the way, he leaned on Ling Jibei's back and whispered countless times of thanks in his ear.

Like an addiction, until she returned to the inn room and was put on the bed by Ling Jibei, Yu Jianglan was still murmuring vaguely: "Thank you Ling Jibei, haha, thank you Ling Jibei."

Ling Jibei wiped his sweat, looked at him like this, and was amused: "Thank me for what, do you want to carry you again?"

Yu Jianglan's reflex arc was very long, and his slightly sluggish gaze flashed a trace of confusion, as if he was trying to understand his words, and it took a long time to slowly spit out a few words: "Thank you, you are good to me."