"waste!"

Cheng Ke sat on the steps by the roadside, beating the north wind, and took out a cigarette from his pocket and held it in his mouth.

This is the last sentence he heard before leaving home. It should be his father... No, it should be the last evaluation of him by the whole family.

waste.

Cheng Ke nodded, feeling that this evaluation was quite pertinent.

After all the cigarette lighting positions such as bowing his head, circling his arms, pulling his coat to cover his face, turning around and leeing, he couldn't light the cigarette in his mouth, he threw the lighter into the grass on the side of the road.

"Damn it, you fuck me." Cheng Ke said.

A waste that can't even ignite a cigarette.

But you still need to syrup. After all, you have been using useless waste like him and have not been able to quit smoking for two years, so it is even more impossible to quit smoking at this time.

Cheng Ke watched the grass where the lighter disappeared.

The dead grass is a little dense.

There are also unknown shrubs planted.

He imagined himself squatting there and touching something inexplicably...

Cheng Ke looked around and found that there were quite a lot of people at this time. People coming and going hurriedly walked by in the yellow leaves that were swept by the wind.

He has always been idle and has never experienced this state of not having time to glance at people on the road.

After five minutes, he finally had a look of his eyes with a young man who had just thrown a cigarette butt for half a second.

"Brother," Cheng Ke stopped him, "borrow a fire."

"Oh." The young man took out the lighter.

Bang.

despair.

Click.

Bang.

The young man focused on pressing the lighter, and Cheng Ke quietly held the cigarette in his mouth, holding his breath and waiting.

Just when he felt that he was about to hold it over, the lighter's head flew out with a click.

Cheng Ke looked up at the young man.

"No...I'm so embarrassed," the young man was very embarrassed. "I just lit a cigarette."

"Thank you for your hard work," Cheng Ke nodded and breathed a few times, "Thank you."

The young man left quickly, and Cheng Ke put the cigarette back in his pocket.

By the way, I took two more hands in my pocket and made sure that there was nothing else in my pocket except this box of cigarettes.

My cell phone and wallet were all left at home with the sound of "waste".

That place that probably will never go back.

He walked back to the grass and stood, looking inside through the dead grass and bushes for a while, but did not see the lighter he had thrown in before, but only saw two balls of tissues.

He turned around and walked towards a small supermarket next to him.

Cheng Ke is not very addicted to smoking, but he is so strange. He is both smoking and lighter at hand. Maybe he doesn't necessarily touch it once a day, but once he can't smoke when he wants to smoke, he can't bear it as if he has had some disease.

"Good evening." The girl at the cashier greeted her.

"Good evening." Cheng Ke walked over and pulled out one of the two rows of lighters placed on the cash register.

Before the little girl could react and asked him if he wanted to buy it, he had already completed a series of actions of lighting a cigarette and putting the lighter back into place and then pushing the door and walking out.

Moving clouds and flowing water.

The thickest operation in my life was successfully completed.

Sitting on an iron chair on the street smoking a cigarette, Cheng Ke stood up, and the chill that was cold until his back made him sigh.

He glanced at his watch and it was past nine o'clock.

He has no habit of wearing watches. This piece of Jaeger-LeCoultre was given to him by Cheng Yi last month. He was quite surprised. He thought that maybe this was the beginning of the ease of the relationship between the two brothers, so he kept wearing it.

But I didn't expect something even more unexpected was waiting for him. A month later, he was kicked out of the house by his father himself.

And his previous thoughts should be just an embarrassing misunderstanding.

He didn't think about how much credit Cheng Yi had made, and how big it was to put him on. He didn't think about it carefully, nor did he even think about it anymore. He didn't even ask what was going on.

Just like what my dad said.

You have no use to ask why you don’t even know where to ask about a question!

ah.

Yes.

He was not interested in business matters and insisted on forcing him to do it with Cheng Yi. He felt that he was no different from a choreographer in front of Cheng Yi, which was just a waste after so many years of vain.

He really didn't know where to ask, but he was just surprised.

Compared to what happened to this matter, there is nothing left on your body now, and where to stay is the more urgent thing to know the answer.

Cheng Ke walked along the road. Liu Tiancheng should be in the store at this moment. It was not very far from here. It took only an hour to walk there.

After walking for a while, the wind became strong, the people on the street began to become scarce, and the lights and wine on both sides of the road began.

A short horn sound came from behind.

Cheng Ke did not turn around and continued walking. A red sports car drove past him and stopped two or three meters in front of him.

It's Cheng Yi's Maybach.

He always drives this car at this time, and he almost drives the driver and loses his job, so he is very familiar with this car. He doesn't have to listen to the engine or look at the license plate. He can tell by smelling the exhaust gas, which is a slight scent.

The passenger's car window was lowered, and Cheng Yi poked out half of his face: "Where are you going?"

"Heaven." Cheng Ke replied and then walked forward.

"I'll give you it?" Cheng Yi said.

"Don't be too confident," Cheng Ke stopped, "Maybe you are going down?"

"It doesn't matter," Cheng Yi smiled and handed out a wallet from the car window, "Give it, you've left home."

Cheng Ke didn't say anything, and reached out to pick up his wallet.

Only a wallet, no mobile phone.

"Your cell phone is in the room, I didn't go in." Cheng Yi said.

"Oh," Cheng Ke glanced at him, "Then my wallet came out of the house by myself, right?"

"The wallet was taken from the coat you put in the living room," Cheng Yi said. "What else do you want to tell me? When Dad is not at home, I will accompany you to get it."

This was said quite considerately. Cheng Ke couldn't help but want to sneer, but he couldn't laugh out loud.

"Just find a guesthouse to stay in first," Cheng Yi looked at him, still smiling, but his eyes were a little cold, "You are a few of your unpromising friends who drink and eat, no one dares to take you in at this moment."

Cheng Ke still didn't say anything and looked at him.

"Start from scratch," Cheng Yi said, "don't rely on your family."

Cheng Ke continued to remain silent. This time he really couldn't say anything. Who in this family except his father, who "started from scratch"? He couldn't understand Cheng Yi's position of saying this to him seriously.

"Driving." Cheng Yi said to the driver and closed the window.

Cheng Ke couldn't tell what he was feeling at this moment. He was stunned for a long time when he looked at the direction of the car and then lowered his head and opened his wallet.

**.

Cheng Ke frowned.

Apart from this, there is no such thing as a similar shape. His various membership cards and bank cards are not present.

"Awesome." Cheng Ke flipped through the mezzanine again.

When Cheng Yi asked him to find a guesthouse before, he only felt that Cheng Yi was damaging him. Now he realized when he saw the money in the mezzanine.

Cheng Yi is telling the truth.

One hundred yuan.

It is estimated that the guesthouses must be located in remote areas.

Moreover, he usually has no cash in his wallet, so Cheng Yi put this hundred yuan in it.

Cheng Ke pinched out the red note and could clearly see his fingers trembling, probably angry.

He could still feel all his confused emotions before when he saw this hundred-dollar bill, starting from his fingertips, slowly spreading all over his body.

This kind of anger never appeared when he was plotted by his younger brother, kicked out of the house by his father, told his friends that he would not take him in, and even when he wanted to smoke and his lighter disappeared.

Now he was quickly lit by this humiliation with a victorious attitude.
To be continued...