Chapter 267 (1/2)
After Yang an left our harem, he wanted to find another place to play, but later he thought about it, so he took a taxi home.
Yang an is in his twenties and has no daughter-in-law. His hometown is in the countryside, but he usually lives in the city. There is an old mother with advanced lung cancer and a sister who has been married for many years.
To say that he belongs to the kind of unemployed vagrant, he is really not, but his work is more shady. To put it bluntly, he does some small business of sneaking around.
Steal to live a month, can not steal hungry for a month.
Besides, he likes to carry a camera when he's free and specializes in secretly taking private photos of others. Generally, he secretly takes pictures of some famous little stars, local bosses, entrepreneurs and government officials.
These people generally care about fame, and they are generous. Slowly, Yang an put his career center on this piece, and he rarely did anything to steal.
Today, for example, he lost tens of thousands of yuan from a government official in H city. Moreover, Yang an has a little conscience. His old mother has been seriously ill for many days. Yang an has always wanted to get some money to see her, but the hospital said that the operation cost is at least 100000 yuan. Yang an doesn't have enough money in his hand, so he had to come to our casino to try his luck, It's all fucking gone.
Half an hour later, the taxi stopped in front of a rural farmyard in H city.
Yang an's house is the most old-fashioned earth house. There is not even a gate outside the yard. The yard has not been cleaned for many years and is overgrown with weeds.
”Pa!!” Yang an lit the dim light bulb after entering the house.
”Xiao'an, are you back?” an old woman's voice sounded in the dark room.
”Yes, yes.”
Yang an replied wearily.
”How are you these days? Come and let mom see...” the old mother splashed hard twice, but found that she couldn't sit up at all.
”If you're not healthy, don't toss around...” Yang an stepped forward and picked up the old mother. He reached out to touch the quilt and found it wet.
Yang an was silent for a moment. Then she found a new pair of bedding and clothes from the wardrobe and changed them for her old mother.
After finishing it, the old mother looked at Yang an kindly and didn't speak quietly.
”How are you doing recently?” Yang an bowed his head and replied.
”OK, cough...” the old mother was silent for a moment and hurriedly said: ”I've been dreaming about you recently, and I'm still a little cough...”
Yang an looked down at the old mother spitting on the ground, obviously with bright red blood in her face
”Nothing... Anything is good...”
Yang an choked out this sentence.
”Well, it's all right. Did you have dinner tonight...”
”Yes.”
”Xiao'an, mom may die one day...”
”Why did you say something you didn't need this day? What a good death! I won't tell you. I went to bed...”
Kobayashi frowned, stood up and walked to the next room.
”Xiao an!! Xiao an!!”
The old mother sat on the Kang and shouted, but Yang an refused to look back because he didn't want the old mother to see the tears in her eyes
The next day, before dawn, Yang an was awakened by the noise outside.
”What time is it, still sleeping?” a woman in her thirties ran to Yang an's house and opened Yang an's quilt.