actor, he refuses to remarry

Su Wanfeng hugged himself tightly, buried his head deeply, and didn't say a word.

Su Jianbo went to bed, and Su Wanfeng huddled in a corner, shivering through the night.

Early the next morning, he helped Su Jianbo cook.

Su Jianbo poured hot porridge on Su Wanfeng's body: "What's the use of doing this! Where's the money?!"

Su Wanfeng looked at the blisters on the back of his hand, and said in a hoarse voice, "I have no money, all my money, and my mother's money, aren't you gambling with it?"

"Don't you know what to do if you don't have money? Are you happy if the debt collectors chase us and force us to die?!"

Su Wanfeng smiled palely: "...Yes, if they all died, I might be really happy."

In the past few years, for the sake of money, he has not lived a single day of life. He is worried and fearful, and in the end, even the self-esteem that he most wants to keep in front of his lover is gone.

He was really tired.

Su Wanfeng picked up the chopsticks on the ground and put them on the table, "Let me tell you the truth, I don't have any money, so don't expect me to borrow it for you again, I'll go find a job later, four or five a month A thousand wages will do."

"If you are safe and sound, I will support you. Who told you to be my father, let us live a good life, but if you go to gamble or drink again, I can't help it, and I can't stop you, etc. If the debtors come to you, we will die together and pay them with our lives.”

Su Jianbo was very angry. He thought that his good-for-nothing son had climbed onto Zhan Juzhou's golden bump, and he would be able to eat and drink spicy food in the future. He didn't expect that Su Wanfeng would be killed by Zhan Juzhou before he got a penny. kicked.

Su Jianbo was so furious that he slapped Su Wanfeng's face hard.

"If you will come to trouble, just ask Zhan Juzhou, we will not live like this!"

Su Wanfeng's mouth was filled with the smell of blood. He wiped off the blood from the corner of his mouth, and said lightly, "I won't go back to him. I've made it very clear. I don't have any money. You can figure out the rest."

They turned and walked towards the kitchen, the burn on the back of his hand was so painful that he had to deal with it.

Su Jianbo flipped the table angrily.

After lunch, Su Wanfeng went outside to look for a job.

He was young and able to endure hardships, and soon found a job as a waiter in a restaurant.

The job is not high, 4000 yuan.

He has no requirements for work, and if the salary is too high, Su Jianbo will be gambled by him, as long as he can support him and Su Jianbo.

Su Jianbo couldn't get money from Su Wanfeng, so he was cursing all day long. Su Wanfeng thought he was air, and it went in and out of his left ear.

Su Jianbo would often beat him with his hands. At first he would hide, but in the end he would crouch in a corner with his head in his arms, and beat Su Jianbo without moving.

Every time Su Wanfeng was beaten, he would go to take a shower. He would soak himself in cold water and watch the drops of water wash away the blood on his body little by little. He felt that his whole body had become clean.

Gradually, Su Wanfeng spent more and more time in the bathtub.

After work, he shut himself in the bathroom.

At first Su Jianbo yelled at him, calling him crazy, but after cursing, Su Jianbo stopped, because no matter what he said, Su Wanfeng would not give him a single word of response.

One night in the middle of the night, he was suddenly woken up by the sound of water, and found that water was flowing out of the bathroom, all over the floor.

He pushed open the bathroom door angrily, and saw Su Wanfeng sitting in the bathtub with a dull expression, motionless.

In the darkness, he opened his eyes, murmuring words without knowing what he was talking about.

Su Jianbo was so frightened that he ran out of the house screaming and did not return until the next morning.

Su Wanfeng was making breakfast in the kitchen. Seeing him come back, she put a bowl of noodles in front of him with a pale face, turned around and went back to the bathroom.

In the winter of this year, for the first time, Su Jianbo said to Su Wanfeng in a low voice: "Son... Dad won't gamble anymore, okay?"

The person in the bathtub turned his head and glanced at him, his bright eyes were covered by his long hair, and he didn't know what his expression was.

Su Wanfeng hasn't gone out for a long time.

He huddled in that bathtub all day long, and he quit work a long time ago. Su Jianbo was afraid that if he died, the police would arrest him, so he ran to the station several times, and then came back.

On New Year's Day, a group of creditors came to the door.

They smashed the small house to pieces, put a knife around Su Jianbo's neck, and asked him to pay back the money.

Su Jianbo trembled and almost knelt down to them: "I will pay it back! I will pay it back!"

The debt collector didn't believe his nonsense at all, pressed Su Jianbo's hand on the table, and threatened to chop off his fingers if he didn't pay back the money.

Su Jianbo's wailing resounded loudly.

Amidst the noise, the door of the bathroom suddenly creaked open.

This group of debt collectors were shocked.

They've been here for half an hour and don't know there's another person in the room.

The man was skinny, barefoot, wearing a set of white pajamas, and his hair was so long that it almost reached his shoulders. For a moment, the group suspected that they had seen a ghost in a horror movie.

But people are people, so how can people be ghosts?

The debt collector asked Su Jianbo, "Who is this?"

Su Jianbo said with difficulty: "Yes, it's my son..."

"So you still have a son." The debt collector released Su Jianbo.

They are very experienced in asking for debts. They have nothing to do if a scoundrel like Su Jianbo refuses to give money, but once he has a family, it will be much easier. Almost all sons and daughters will obediently help Lao Tzu pay off his debts for the sake of peace.

A yellow hair immediately walked in front of Su Wanfeng.

Seeing that Su Wanfeng lowered his head, without saying a word, he smiled and said, "Little brother, your father owes us money. If you don't pay it back today, we will have to take your fingers back to do business."

Su Wanfeng still didn't say a word.

The man frowned: "Hey, I'm talking to you, are you deaf?"

Su Jianbo's shoulders trembled: "Well, my son... has a mental problem..."

Huang Mao smiled: "So it's a lunatic. Then we don't care, the lunatic has to pay back the money. If you don't pay us back, you will finger..."

Su Wanfeng suddenly walked to the kitchen.

There was only a heavy muffled sound inside, and then Su Wanfeng came out again.

Before everyone could react, a bloody little finger was thrown to the ground.

Both the debt collector and Su Jianbo's eyes widened in shock.

Su Wanfeng's left hand was dripping with blood beads.

A puddle of blood formed on the white tile floor.

He raised his head and said blankly, "I've given it to you, is one enough?"

The debt collectors have never seen such a ruthless character, looking at each other, it took a long time for someone to say: "Boss, this... this is really a lunatic! What if someone dies..."

The leader was also frightened.

This lunatic could chop off his fingers without saying a word, and he could stab them with a knife without saying a word.

After thinking about it, anyway, there will be opportunities in the future, so let's forget it tonight.

The debtor left.

Su Jianbo was stunned. He looked at Su Wanfeng's bloody left and right sides, and his whole body was trembling.

Su Wanfeng turned around and went back to the bathroom.

After a long while, Su Jianbo walked over, and took a look inside in shock.

The water in the bathtub was stained red, Su Wanfeng drooped his head and remained motionless.

With a pale complexion, he turned and ran back to the living room, found a quick handkerchief, wrapped Su Wanfeng's severed finger, and then went to the bedroom to find a set of clothes.

He cautiously pushed open the bathroom door, "Well... Wan Feng, I'll take you to the hospital..."

Su Wanfeng shook his head: "No, not to the hospital."

Su Jianbo fished him out of the bathtub, the wet blood flowed down, and Su Jianbo's heart almost flew out.

"Come on, change clothes..."

Su Wanfeng pushed him away in horror, his eyes bloodshot: "I'm not going to the hospital! I'll just stay here!"

He squatted down again, shaking his head non-stop: "I'll just stay here, right here..."

Su Jianbo was really shocked.

There was only one thought left in his head.

If Su Wanfeng died, would the police arrest him?

No way?

He cut off his finger himself, and it has nothing to do with him!

Su Jianbo looked at the motionless Su Wanfeng, gritted his teeth, ran outside quickly, packed his clothes, and ran away overnight.

……

In March of this year, Zhan Juzhou received a call from the bank.

"Hi, hello, are you Su Wanfeng's family?"

Zhan Juzhou was stunned for a moment, since the divorce, he had never heard of Su Wanfeng's name again.

There was an unspeakable pain in his heart, and he said, "I am his husband, what happened?"

"It's like this. Mr. Su's credit card has been overdue for three months. Please remind him to repay it as soon as possible, otherwise it will affect his future credit problems. If he doesn't repay, we will take legal measures to protect his rights."

Zhan Juzhou frowned, and raised his heart: "Credit card?"

"Yes."

Zhan Juzhou was silent for a while, and then said: "We will return it within today, sorry to cause you trouble."

After hanging up the phone, Zhan Juzhou immediately called a friend and asked him to investigate Su Wanfeng's credit card bill for him.

Within an hour, the bill was sent to Zhan Juzhou's mobile phone.

Zhan Juzhou sat in front of the desk, looking down a little bit, the more he looked, the more dignified his face was

Su Wanfeng's credit card has long been maxed out.

The last consumption was more than two months ago, in a certain club for a consumption of more than 1000 yuan.

Su Wanfeng is very frugal, it is impossible for him to spend money in this kind of place, and then look at other things, cigarettes, alcohol...

Zhan Juzhou's complexion was even worse.

This card was not used by Su Wanfeng at all.

Zhan Juzhou's heart was beating wildly, and his breathing was completely messed up.

Not him, who is that?

How could Su Wanfeng give his credit card to others?

Zhan Juzhou clicked on Su Wanfeng's mobile phone number and made a call.

The phone number has already been shut down.

Zhan Juzhou charged the phone number and called again, but this time it was turned off.

His breathing became more and more rapid, and he dug out another number from his phone.

This number is the only one Su Wanfeng still has a friend with.

As soon as the phone was connected, Zhan Juzhou asked, "Have you contacted Wan Feng recently?"