On the Necessary and Sufficient Conditions for Harvesting a Male God

61. Debt

As soon as the new year is over, life moves forward quickly. Except for taking the children to see his mother once or twice a month, Nie Chuan feels that life has not changed much.

There are still changes, Yang Lin feels that his life is dull, unlike a young man in his early twenties, he supports him to hang out with friends and colleagues.

Nie Chuan didn't know whether to laugh or cry. As someone who was younger than him and just turned 20, isn't it really strange to show such love?But it also took his heart, and more people participated in various gatherings and team building than before.

"Brother Chuan."

"Ok?"

"This question is too difficult."

"..."

"Brother Chuan?"

"...Calling brother, brother can't do it either."

"Huh? Haha, I just want to call you."

"..."

This is another change, just like the little nephew would suddenly call Yang Yang or uncle when he was playing, and now Yang Lin will do the same.Nie Chuan didn't find it annoying. He thought his boyfriend's attachment was cute.

"Brother Chuan."

"Ok?"

"It's okay, I just wanted to call you."

"Ah."

"Brother Chuan."

"Ah."

"Hey, you're so kind."

"Xueba, do you want to rest and let us do something else?"

"No, I'm charging with voice control."

"..."

March 3 is Nie Chuan's birthday. Originally, Yang Lin wanted Nie Chuan to take a break, but the club had a big event that day. As Hongxing's "first brother", Nie Chuan did not ask for leave.

Yang Lin couldn't help laughing, but he was honored, and happily sent him out, and only arranged for him to go home for dinner at night.

When Nie Chuan came back, he saw a table full of dishes, his boyfriend, his little nephew, and a small cake.

Yang Lin smiled, "Brother Chuan, cut the cake quickly, Xiaofei is waiting impatiently."

Nie Chuan picked up his little nephew, "Did Xiaofei do it for uncle?"

"Fei and Yang Yangqi, uncle times! Fei also times!". . . . . .

After coaxing my little nephew to sleep at night, Yang Lin took out his gift from the closet, a 24-inch picture frame.

Nie Chuan!

This is a sketch. Nie Chuan's expression is drawn in charcoal with a cold and serious expression. His inner pair of phoenix eyes are slightly closed, as if looking down on all sentient beings. His handsomeness has reached a new level.

Yang Lin looked smug, "Do you like it?"

Nie Chuan looked at it for a while before saying, "It doesn't look like it." This is too handsome.

Yang Lin's eyes widened, "God, your focus is so strange!"

Look at the temperament to see if Shen Yun is good, and look at the photos to see if it looks like it!Even though he complained like this, Yang Lin didn't speak again. He didn't learn painting, so he didn't know what to do.

Nie Chuan laughed, "Very good, Yang Xiaolin, you still have this ability. Tell me, what else do I not know?"

"It's nothing. I haven't learned how to draw. I practiced it blindly from books when I was young, and I haven't drawn for a long time." Yang Lin blushed.

Nie Chuan embraced her and kissed him lightly, "I like it very much."

My mother didn't contact Nie Chuan on his birthday, but she called him afterward and asked him which day he planned to visit the grave.

Seeing someone pick up the phone and call "Mom", Yang Lin just hummed, put down the phone and looked cold again, and couldn't help asking, "Brother Chuan, what does Auntie say?"

"Tell me to take Xiaofei to visit the grave these two days, don't wait until Qingming is so crowded that you won't be able to snatch the bucket of burning paper."

"Well, someday, I'll buy the paperwork for you first."

"On Tuesday, I..." Nie Chuan looked at Yang Lin, "I wanted to take you there."

Yang Lin's smile widened, "We can go anytime, this time you can bring Aunt Wu."

"...It's okay, I wanted to take you there a long time ago, but I'm afraid that Xiaofei will be frozen because of the cold weather, so just wait, when it gets warmer, I will take you there on a motorcycle."

"it is good."

"The weather is getting warmer. Let's take Xiaofei to barbecue and have a picnic. There is a campsite under Dongshan Mountain. We can also buy a tent and camp outside."

"Yeah." Yang Lin smiled and narrowed his eyes.

March 3th was a Tuesday. After the child woke up from a nap at two o'clock, Yang Lin helped Nie Chuan dress him up, and then sent the two of them downstairs with a big black bag. This was the living coin he had prepared.

Nie Chuan took the bag, "Go back and read your books, isn't it just ten days before the exam."

"I ordered flowers, and I'll get them now."

"......Um."

The flowers are in two big bunches and they are beautifully packaged.Nie Chuan watched Yang Lin stretch out his hand to hail a taxi, and carefully put the flowers under the seat, feeling warm in his heart.

This little stingy man has always carried out pragmatism to the end. I really didn't expect him to spend this money.

They don't have the habit of bringing flowers to the tomb. Sure enough, as soon as my mother saw it, she started to mutter, saying that it would be a waste of money to buy some silk flowers and decorate it for a longer time. . . . . .a lot.

Fortunately, she just said that she would not swear. Nie Chuan felt that she could bear it, so she kept silent.

My mother cried very sadly in front of my father's grave.Nie Chuan couldn't understand his mother's feelings for his father. After all, she hated and complained every day when he was around.

Maybe I still miss it now.

There were not many people in the cemetery, and his mother was crying miserably. Nie Chuan was afraid of scaring his nephew, so he carried the child to his brother's place.When he came again, my mother had calmed down and was burning paper.

Nie Chuan also burned with his little nephew, and his mother suddenly asked heavily, "How much money do you have now, I want to use it."

Nie Chuan glanced at her and said nothing.

My mother's face turned pale, "I'm going to die, you need to lend me 20 yuan first."

Nie Chuan almost jumped up in shock, "Mom, are you sick?"

"You want me to die, don't you! You don't have to curse me, anyway, I won't live for a few more days!"

My mother was suddenly furious, she stood up abruptly, "Today in front of your father, I tell you, you give me 20 yuan, and I don't need you to provide for me in the future, so you just say it's okay!"

Nie Chuan carefully picked up the unburned paper money in the bucket to burn them clean, then got up and looked at his mother, "What happened to you?"

Yang Lin was on the phone when he entered the door. Seeing them smiling and pointing to the phone, Nie Chuan carried the child to the bedroom to change clothes.

Yang Lin's voice came intermittently in the living room, "It's not enough now, thank you very much Mr. Wang, um, um, it will be next year, um, it will be the second half of next year at the earliest, ok, ok thank you, ok, Goodbye, Mr. Wang."

When he finished taking care of the child, Yang Lin was already in the kitchen, "Today the temperature is cooling down, I made mutton dumplings, let's eat noodles, it's warm."

Not long after, Yang Lin brought out two bowls of hand-rolled noodles, one big and one small, "Brother Chuan, eat first, I'll look at Xiao Fei. Why is the baby so swollen and keeps silent? Is there something uncomfortable?"

The little friend looked sleepy, not at all lively as usual, neither eating nor opening his mouth when feeding, Yang Lin frowned.

He hugged the child's lips and touched his forehead, "Brother Chuan, you have been outside for a long time, the child may have caught a cold."

"Well, after staying for a long time, do you have a fever?"

"Not yet, but Xiaofei looks listless, so I need to give him some small medicine to prevent it."

Yang Lin refused to let Nie Chuan get up, and urged him to eat noodles first. Without his help, he gave the child water and medicine, and then gave Jian Jian a wipe to lull him to sleep.

Nie Chuan watched him walk out with the door half closed, and went into the kitchen to cook noodles for him - Yang Lin only cooked for him and his little nephew at first.

Standing side by side in front of the stove, Yang Lin carefully persuaded, "Brother Chuan, don't be sad, let's take Xiao Fei well, and uncle and elder brother will comfort you."

Hearing what he said, Nie Chuan couldn't help sighing, "How much money do I have on the card now?" He usually doesn't pay attention, but his impression is that it's over [-].

"15, what's the matter, Brother Chuan, do you need money?"

"So much! When I gave it to you, it was only over 8, right?" Nie Chuan was surprised.

"Yes, you have a total of 2 yuan for playing games, 15 yuan for the year-end bonus, and more than [-] yuan for four months. You gave Aunt Wu [-] yuan, which is more than [-] yuan."

"You, then you," Nie Chuan suddenly remembered that although he had given the card to Yang Lin, the text message was still tied to his mobile phone. In the past few months, except for deposit reminders and transfers to his mother, there was really no one. spending.

And he, unexpectedly realized at this moment.

Yang Lin scooped up noodles into the bowl, "I think so, Brother Chuan, my monthly salary is enough to live on, your money is saved, and we will pay a down payment for a house when there is more. Smaller or second-hand It's okay, we have to settle this matter before Xiaofei goes to school."

"I,"

"Oh, brother Chuan, do you want money?"

"...No, I'll just ask to see how many there are."

"Well," Yang Lin smiled, "Leave it to me, right? I'm good at saving money."

"...Understood, little accountant."

Nie Chuan pulled himself together and pretended to be okay. He really couldn't open his mouth to such a boyfriend who was only thinking about his little nephew.

Think about it or ask Liu Hong to borrow money first, and then pay it back in the game.Anyway, Yang Lin has always been opposed to his kind of activities, so it should be fine if he doesn't get his bonus back - as long as he doesn't get hurt when the time comes.

Reluctantly making up his mind, Nie Chuan took a shower and went to bed. Seeing his boyfriend sitting by the bed acting as a top student, he suddenly remembered the phone call he heard when he entered the door, "Yang Lin, who did you answer when I came back to introduce you to a job?" of?"

"Well," Yang Lin turned his head and smiled, "I'm also quite surprised. I used to be a tax administrator in my unit, and her husband opened a financial consulting company. Maybe I think I'm doing a solid job. I heard that I resigned. Just let me go."

"Is it an office?" The boyfriend said that he would go to the office when he was looking for a job, and he could learn something.

"Small office, her company is an agency for small businesses to keep accounts and handle cancellations. But this afternoon, according to her husband, as far as Mr. Wang said, their business is actually pretty good, and now they have relationships with several big companies. If you cooperate, you can also do an audit. He let me go after hearing me that I had passed the initial review, and said to try it out.”

"If you want to go"

Nie Chuan couldn't go on, it was too hypocritical—even if there was no such thing as his mother, they wouldn't feel at ease entrusting their little nephew to others, not to mention that something happened to his mother, and the custody fee became an expense.

"I don't plan to go to Brother Chuan," Yang Lin smiled. "This year, I just graduated from an undergraduate degree, a tax accountant and a couple of certified public accountants. Hehe, I'm actually a little tempted by what he said about cooperating with large companies."

Seeing that Nie Chuan didn't understand, Yang Lin further explained, "The cooperation between the firm and large companies is mainly to help companies reduce tax-related risks. When I go, I can see the real and formal accounts. This year's tax reform has introduced many new policies. I can definitely learn a lot. The companies I work part-time now, including the original Jinhua company, are too small and the business is too simple."

Speaking of this, Yang Lin smiled, "And now the income tax settlement of large enterprises must be audited by a third party. I am still blank about this. If I go, I can learn."

Nie Chuan. . . . . .

"Hey, actually, I just haven't done it and I don't know what to do. I have read the books and know the policies, so I can definitely do it."

Seeing that Nie Chuan had been keeping a cold face, Yang Lin's smile widened, "So there's no pity, really, now I go to count apprentices with very low wages, and it will be much better when I get more certificates. Mistakenly chopped firewood, I am smart."

Nie Chuan patted his head, but didn't speak.

Although he knew that these were not all consolations, he still felt uncomfortable, especially when he saw Yang Lin's profile focused on his studies.

This man worked so hard, he deserved better, after all, it was their uncle and nephew who delayed him.

And this was the last thing he wanted to see.