What's the difference between your heart disease disco dance and a concert at the grave?

"Let's go." Dad Zhao said to his sister.

"Don't come here again!" Auntie rolled her eyes and closed the door with a bang.

Yan Beiqing still didn't let him go, and shouted loudly, "Then don't borrow money from Zhao Ling's family. It's not like you can't pretend to be poor. Isn't it so easy to take advantage of it?"

"Go away!" The little girl behind the door was hysterical.

"Hahahahaha!" Yan Beiqing rolled back into the car happily, and asked Dad Zhao who was driving in front, "Uncle! Am I awesome?"

"Awesome!" Dad Zhao said cheerfully, the bitterness in his heart gradually faded along with the chatter with Yan Beiqing.

"Shall we go home?" Dad Zhao asked.

Yan Beiqing originally wanted to say let's go home, but he was quite tired after tossing about.But with sharp eyes, he saw the barbecue stand in front of him, and Yan Beiqing's eyes lit up: "Why don't you go for a skewer? There just happens to be a barbecue stand in front of you."

"Okay! Skewer!" Dad Zhao said loudly, while Mom Zhao and Zhao Ling were smiling.

Zhao's father and Zhao's mother were very happy to eat the skewers, as if the knot of depression for many years was finally untied, they laughed so hard that their eyes rolled up.

Yan Beiqing said: "Uncles and aunts, you are just too thin-skinned, and they won't pay back the money after they've settled for you. As long as you get thick-skinned, they won't be able to do anything about it."

"Xiaoyan, you are amazing!" Dad Zhao gave Yan Beiqing a thumbs up again.

Yan Beiqing recalled Dad Zhao's performance today, and he asked tentatively, "Why don't you try to collect the debt yourself next?"

"This..." Zhao's father and Zhao's mother looked at each other, they couldn't do it, they couldn't do it without Xiaoyan.

Yan Beiqing hurriedly cheered them up, "Don't be afraid of failure! If you don't have to, just keep asking for it. Just use it to exercise your face. Look at my thick skin, it's a result of exercise."

Yan Beiqing patted his face and said.

Dad Zhao: "" He thought Yan Beiqing was born with a thick skin.

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