"Twenty thousand."
"Eight cakes."
"bump."
"Put it down, it's a mess."
Yu Zhou reached out to take the cards, pushed them with his right hand, and accurately inserted the eight cakes into the gap between the cards with his left hand. While everyone was looking over their heads, he quickly calculated: "Eight cards with the same color and a big pair, two kongs, one open kong and one hidden kong, three cards for each player, give me money."
"Fuck, it's a fatal blow."
"What luck."
Complaints were heard one after another at the card table. Hotpot shook the empty box and said, "No more money. I owe you money."
"Transfer the money. No more calling." Yu Zhou said.
"Just run away if you win?" Hotpot took out his cell phone reluctantly.
Yu Zhou opened the group chat and watched her transfer the money. He put his phone in his pocket, stood up and walked out the shutter door: "Wan Wan is naughty. I don't know if she will pee everywhere. I have to go back and keep an eye on her."
Wanwan is a little female cat that her sister fostered at her home. When her sister went to Shenzhen, she said she would foster her for two weeks, but now it’s almost three months.
The little female cat was not sterilized and would go into heat once a month. After all, it was not his cat, so Yu Zhou couldn't take her to do the surgery. He could only watch the video online and, according to popular science, clumsily pat her... buttocks with his hands.
It’s hard to say whether it can alleviate the problem, but after two or three times, Wanwan looked at her with eyes full of love.
Yu Zhou put on his mask and watched several childhood friends come out. He pulled down the rolling door, which made a rattling sound like thunder. He then stepped on it and bent down to lock the door.
"Once you go back, when can we make an appointment again, great writer?" Hotpot held the lollipop in his mouth like a cigarette.
"What a shitty writer." Yu Zhou put his hands in his pockets and then remembered that he forgot to take a taxi.
After being away from her job and staying at home for a few months, she seemed to have lost some basic life skills. At this moment, she looked a little embarrassed standing on the street and starting to hail a taxi.
Yu Zhou is not a writer, but a writer. She can’t say if there is a big difference between the two, but there is one anyway.
When she mentioned that she wanted to quit her job and write full-time, her old boss glared at her, pushed up his glasses and asked her, "Do you make a lot of money writing novels?"
She nodded mysteriously.
The old boss reluctantly saw her off, as if she had climbed up the social ladder and that there were many talented people hidden in such a small department.
It’s hard to say how much she makes from writing novels, but she forgot to tell her old boss that she didn’t sign a contract.
I don't want to do this anymore. These are just four words.
The excuse of writing novels was to make the rest of her life seem valuable.
After thinking for a while, the bus arrived. As a writer, she exercised her imagination and made the process of waiting for the bus not too boring.
She waved goodbye to her childhood friend decisively, got into the car and leaned against the window to enjoy the fresh air.
In August and September in Jiangcheng, the air was filled with the smell of firecrackers and was so dry that it seemed like a fire. But this year there has been too much rain, and the air smells like wet firecrackers.
Yu Zhou returned to the community against the sticky wind. Her bangs were blown up and she looked like a fool. She pushed against the steel door in the elevator several times but still couldn't get it to go down. She resigned herself to opening the door with her bangs standing up.
The fingerprint still needs to be pressed a second time before the fool door lock can recognize it.
"The door is open." said the straightforward female voice.
Yu Zhou kicked off his shoes and changed into slippers at the entrance. He hung the mask on the hook, thinking that he could use it again next time he went for nucleic acid test.