When Yang's mother heard the old man roar, she immediately hung up the phone in fright.

"...He is working outside and can't even take care of himself. Why do you think you are annoyed him for?" Yang Zhitong stood at the door with a gloomy face and continued to yell. It was obvious that his emotions were greatly affected.

Listening to the old man's words, Yang's mother lowered her head and wiped her tears and replied, "We are the only ones at home. You said something happened. I won't tell my son who to tell me?! We are sick, so we must treat it..."

After a long time of silence, Yang Zhitong sat on the edge of the kang in the room, and replied with a dazed look: "If you really have this disease, you should die, and no one can stop him."

...

That night, in a store in a small Mengla store in Myanmar, Qiao Shuai was smoking a cigarette, watching TV, and staring blankly.

"Come on, it's time to eat." Li Changgen greeted everyone.

"...Damn it, stay when you are full and eat again when you are hungry. What kind of fuck are you living every day?" Qiao Shuai said a little angry: "We can't help with the family affairs at all, and we have to worry Brother Ze. He is really fucking convinced."

"Then what you do? The situation in China is not good. You will be troubled by Brother Ze when you go back." Liu Shangen said with disposable chopsticks: "We will take care of ourselves now, so we will not burden the organization. Let's wait for Brother Ze to arrange the rest."

"That's the reason, I'm just a little angry." Qiao Shuai sighed, turned around and greeted him: "Come on, let's have dinner."

After saying that, everyone was about to start dinner around the table, but Yang Xin was absent-mindedly smoking a cigarette and frowned.

"Hey, it's time for dinner, what immortal are you practicing there?!" Qiao Shuai turned around and shouted, "Why are you waiting for whom to feed you?"

Yang Xin was stunned and replied, "I'm not hungry, you can eat."

"Fuck, what's wrong? Why are you feeling even lower than me?"

"It's a bit uncomfortable, you guys eat it..." Yang Xin picked up the cigarette box and said, "I'll go outside for some breath."

After saying that, Yang Xin walked out of the store room, and everyone didn't think much about it. They just should have a meal and chat.

...

After more than ten minutes.

Qiao Shuai was the first to finish the meal, and walked out of the store with a can of beer. He was stunned when he saw Yang Xin squatting on the ground, and walked over and kicked him in the butt.

"Fuck, what are you doing?" Yang Xin was startled, got up and yelled.

Qiao Shuai was stunned, reached out and opened the beer and asked, "What's wrong? What's wrong with me?"

"It's okay!" After Yang Xin came to his senses, he immediately adjusted his emotions and responded.

"How long have we been together? It's been more than ten years since the fucking ten years. Is there anything wrong with you? I still don't know?" Qiao Shuai asked again while drinking beer: "What's wrong?"

Yang Xin looked at Qiao Shuai's expression, thought carefully for a while and replied, "It's nothing, I'm just a little homesick. My mother called me just now and said that my dad asked the car to touch it..."

“Is it serious?”

"It's nothing, I hurt my arm." Yang Xin waved his hand and replied.

When Qiao Shuai heard this, he believed it eighty points, then reached out and patted Yang Xin on the shoulder and said, "You just miss home now, so you have to endure it! The matter of killing Qiu Er has not yet passed, and Shen Y's company is not in good condition. Brother Ze is in a state of anxiety. We can't go back and cause trouble now."

"I know." Yang Xin nodded: "I'm in a bad mood and nothing is wrong."

"...Don't get angry. I'll take you to Xiaomengla's casino tomorrow and find some girls, and you'll have no trauma."

"Haha, OK." Yang Xin smiled and did not argue.

...

The next day at noon.

Yang Xin, who had not slept all night, took advantage of the time he went out to buy cigarettes and called his home again.

"Hello?!"

"...Mom, how is my dad's situation?" Yang Xin asked bluntly.

"...Lying in the inner room, I watched as I lost several pounds in the whole night. In the morning, I asked him to eat, but he didn't eat it. I asked him to go to the hospital for pathology, so he dragged it...!" Yang's mother responded hoarsely: "The doctor said yesterday that your father is probably lung cancer... He was... scared, but he is strong... stubborn and doesn't like to talk."

When Yang Xin heard this, his heart felt as if he was stabbed with an injection. After a long silence, he frowned and replied: "You should take my dad to the hospital for pathological tests first. Don't worry about money. I'll send it to you right away..."

"We saved some money, so it must be enough for check-ups." Yang's mother licked her lips and suddenly asked: "But if your father really gets that disease... how long will he have?"

"...Don't think so much about it. It's time to treat it, it's time to spend money." Yang Xin lowered his head and waited for a long time before adding again: "You take good care of him these days, and I... try to get back."

"Yeah." My mother didn't know what Yang Xin was doing outside, so she nodded as expected.

"Mom, don't tell my relatives that I want to go back."

"What's wrong?"

"I don't want people to know, so don't worry." Yang Xin instructed again: "Call me any time if you have something to do."

"Um."

"that's all!"

After speaking, the two hung up the phone.

...

Almost afternoon, Yang Xin stepped into a broken half-ticket truck, looked up at Qiao Shuai and said, "I'll go to the town to find a way to transfer some money to my family and come back tonight."

"I'll go with you?" Qiao Shuai replied casually.

"No, you fucking like a prostitute in the town, I'm too lazy to wait for you." Yang Xin waved his hand and responded: "You guys are at home, I'll come back as soon as it gets dark."

"Okay!" Qiao Shuai nodded.

"Let's go." Yang Xin turned around and said to the driver.

The driver nodded and drove when he was on the gear.

"Hey, Daxin, come back and bring me two domestic furong kings... Marlboro here is going to spit it out." Qiao Shuai stood on the curb and shouted.

In the car, Yang Xin was silent for a while before murmured in a low voice: "If you can come back... I will definitely bring it to you."

"Well!"

After speaking, the car pulled the roadside and drove away.

...

That night, City H.

While Zhang Xianguang was having a meal in the hotel, he suddenly received a call from Lao Pu.

"Hello?!"

"...I'm at Jiang's company, but I haven't followed him yet." Lao Pu frowned and replied: "But there were more than a dozen people driving two cars. It seemed that they were going out to do business, but we were one step late and didn't keep up."

Zhang Xianguang was stunned: "If Jiang Guangnan didn't show up, don't follow me first, because we have few people. Keep staring at me and call me if you have a letter."

"Okay, I understand." Lao Pu nodded.

After saying that, the two hung up their phones.

"Brother Guang, when will we move?" Wang Zhanlei asked anxiously.

Zhang Xianguang was having a meal and responded concisely: "Or don't do it, you have to be able to do it. Jiang Guangnan can't solve any problem because Tu Xiaoshen hasn't come back yet, so we have to wait a little longer. And if I want to leave this time, I don't know when I will come back. I want to help Xiaoze finish the matter at once."
Chapter completed!