Chosen unlucky guy

30 was called to He Jingle's card like a house, and he stared at the screen in a daze for a long time, then raised his hand and called his mother: "Hey, Mom, our family is bankrupt?"

"...Don't talk nonsense!"

"Then why is my dad sending me money?" He Jingle frowned, "Is he committing a crime and planning to run away? Let me tell you first, I won't help him launder money."

"I'm thinking about something messy." The phone over there seemed to be snatched by someone suddenly, He Hongguang picked up the phone and scolded him, "I'm unworthy, I will give you money if I want to, why do you ask so much? "

"Believe it or not, I put your card—"

He Hongguang suddenly paused, hesitated for a moment, and then said very irritably: "Get out, hang up."

The phone was hung up quickly, and before He Jingle could react, Yu Yehao's phone call came in again: "The big thing is not right, Le Zi, I showed your dancing video to Aunt Lan, but it seems that Uncle He accidentally got caught. I saw it!"

"I already know," he said, "He Hongguang just transferred 30 to me."

Yu Yehao opened his mouth, but didn't say a word. After a while, he said with great emotion: "It's been so many years, and I still feel so excited to recognize Uncle He as my father."

The two of them spoke a few more words before He Jingle managed to recover from the windfall. At that time, he and Xin Sui had already boarded the subway. Amidst the rumbling sound of operation, he leaned against the subway with a "slap". On the latter's shoulder, he stretched his arms and handed the mobile phone to the latter: "Handsome guy, please excuse me, draw a card."

I don't know where this young master got so many card-drawing games. The opened interface is completely different from before. Fortunately, Xin Sui has basically figured out the routine. When he clicked in, He Jingle's furry head also stood up, his face Almost leaning towards the screen: "I'm so unlucky today, I have to give me an SSR!"

As a result, two ten companies smashed in, all of which were guaranteed, and nothing came out.

It turns out that koi are not always alive, just like now.

The young master was shocked, the young master found it unreasonable, his eyes were wide open, and when he was about to speak, the phone interface suddenly switched automatically, and another call came in, and just seeing the caller ID, the sloppy demeanor of his whole body immediately disappeared , the whole person sat up straight, put one hand on his knee like a primary school student, and then answered the phone in a proper manner: "Hello, Mom."

It's clearly on the earpiece mode, but it seems to be hands-free. The voice of the woman on the opposite side is extremely loud, piercing into the air resonantly: "Hey, brat, tell me, how long has it been since you came home!"

"I'm sorry." He Jingle was a little nervous, but said in a soft voice, "Didn't I let my sister tell you this week, I have something to do, and I can't get through it temporarily."

"Every time I say something is wrong, do you still see me as a mother in your eyes?"

"mom……"

"Zhao Yuansi!" The woman finally got annoyed, and called out a name through the phone, "If you don't come home next week, don't come back!"

"Hey, I'm definitely coming."

He Jingle nodded and bowed for a while, and finally asked cautiously: "Mom, have you taken your medicine on time recently?"

There was no sound over there, only the sound of panting, and he became anxious: "What did I tell you last time? You have to take the medicine, how come you live and go back, like a child! Take it now, I listen to you eat!"

He supervised the woman to take the medicine, chatted a few words about homework, and hung up the phone exhaustedly. When he turned around, he saw Xin Sui looking at him, and asked thoughtfully, "Zhao Yuansi? "

He Jingle didn't expect this person's ears to be so good, his face immediately froze, and he said nonsense: "My nickname."

"Ju Tingping?"

He continued to make up: "My mother."

"But I seem to have heard that Yu Ye is good at calling your mother, Aunt Lan."

"My mother's nickname, she is more fashionable, so she is happy to be called by her nickname."

"..."

Xin Sui didn't seem to want to ask any more questions. He took out his mobile phone and opened a file under He Jingle's nervous gaze, "That's quite a coincidence, your mother's name is one of the files in the residential building where I am a volunteer. Aunt Hu is exactly the same."

"Uh……"

"And your nickname also happens to be the same as her son's, but her son has been missing for five or six years. Jing Le, why do you think it's such a coincidence?"

"..." He Jingle was defeated, he lowered his head and said shyly, "I'm sorry, I was talking nonsense just now."

"Ju Tingping is not my mother. My real mother is Jiang Lan. She lives in Lianjiang City, which is thousands of miles away from here. As for the one in front, I just, I just met by chance, so I can do a little favor."

He Jingle wanted to minimize the existence of this matter, so he pretended to be very indifferent and said: "You also know that the people living in the building over there are all old, weak, sick and disabled, and one of them is always a little sick. My mother …After Ju Tingping’s son was lost, she became the former one. The specific symptom is that she doesn’t believe in this evil, and insists that her son is not lost. When she saw me on the street that day, she grabbed me and insisted on saying I am her son."

Xin Sui was a little surprised, but when he thought about the information he had collected, he felt somewhat credible: "Then you went along with the flow, and you really became her son?"

"Ah."

He Jingle rubbed his face and seemed to be lost in memory: "You didn't see that there were many people on the street at that time, everyone was in a hurry, and she was the only one crying there. I don't know how long I haven't changed the clothes on her body. Patch, Mingming is about the same age as my own mother, but her gray hair is a little more than twice my mother's, it's really... quite pitiful."

"But it's not all because of this." He opened the phone's photo album again, and showed Xin Sui a photo in one of the photo albums. In the photo, a young boy was wearing outdated clothes, grinning towards the camera, and his appearance was similar to He himself actually looked four to five points alike, "Look, is it really similar? When I saw it later, I thought, even I might admit it."

Xin Sui didn't speak for a long time, finally closed his eyes, and said softly: "Jing Le, maybe this is to help others, but it's more likely that you got on the fire. Do you know what it takes to get along with a mental patient?"

"First of all, you have to be patient enough—like now, you have to remind her to take her medicine countless times, even though she will forget it next time; secondly, how do you know that this is the right thing to do? Your approach , Did it make her really happy, or did she create a false dream? If... I mean, if your patience is exhausted, have you ever thought about her losing a child again? more painful?"

After knowing each other for so long, it was the first time that Xin Sui spoke to He Jingle in such a tone. Fortunately, these two science students can chat together; so much so that the former called his name several times before he listened to it, and then he opened his mouth and said, "You must be learning Chinese?"

Xin Sui was also taken aback: "No, I study journalism."

Xin Sui came to his senses: "I'm talking about this with you!"

"I know, I know," He Jingle saw that he seemed to get angry, and quickly expressed his favor, and looked at him eagerly, "I will have a lot of patience, really, I promise, and I have consulted with the doctor together with the eldest daughter of this family Well, the doctor also said that it would be beneficial to do so, at least she is willing to take the medicine, right? She never touched it before."

"...Does your parents know about this?"

"do not know."

"What about Xiang Kongshan and the others?"

"Uh... I told them that it is the weekly regular volunteer service for the elderly carried out by the school."

"..." Xin Sui took a deep breath, "You also know that you can't talk about this? Let Xiang Kongshan know, if you don't break your leg, who will recognize yourself as a mother for no reason!"

"Why did Xiang Kongshan break my leg?" The young master was confused, "He's not my father."

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Xiang Kongshan: Speechless.