After hanging up the phone, Liu Yiming felt resigned and helpless: "Just now when the people here received the alarm call and rushed to the scene, Li Haowu and his gang smashed each other with clubs and exposed each other's background."
"Tell me, who stole the battery car when and where, who stole the money, who blackmailed the junior high school students. These gangsters did all kinds of bad things, and in the end they broke each other's legs due to infighting."
At the same time, he also breathed a sigh of relief: "In this way, I don't have to worry about him retaliating against you again, but you still have to come to my house."
"Your house is really uninhabitable. Pack your luggage tonight and I will drive to pick you up tomorrow."
Liu Yiming's attitude was firm, but Wen Yu refused directly, and gave a soft 'hmm'.
Fortunately, this sudden accident saved him from being dragged by Liu Yiming to live in his house right now.
As for tomorrow, he will find another excuse to prevaricate.
Because of Li Haowu's fight with them, Liu Yiming was urgently called away to handle the case. After he left, the large old two-story building fell into silence again.
Outside the window, the night wind blows, and the old ceiling bracket on the balcony is hit on the glass, making irregular creaking and knocking sounds.
It's like someone is knocking on the door and window carelessly.
Indoors, incandescent tubes illuminate a dazzling cold white, and the unfinished landscape painting on the easel in the small living room is clearly visible in the bright space.
The thin young man was sitting in front of the easel, holding a file bag in his hand, which contained the investigation materials about Ying Chen sent by Liu Yiming.
He cautiously opened the bag and pulled out a stack of documents. On the first line of the first piece of paper, there was a profile of the man.
Ying Chen, male, 25 years old, M nationality Chinese, occupation unknown, currently living in Canada and occasionally coming to China, phone number
Wen Yu pondered: How lucky is he to have a boy his parents rescued in a blizzard twenty years ago come back with five million to repay his kindness
He took out his mobile phone from his pocket and entered the phone number written on the file as Yingchen's mobile phone number. Choose to send a message and press the button, and carefully edit the message in the message column:
-- Hello, Mr. Ying.
I received the five million you remitted to me today. I just need the money right now, so can I borrow it from you, and I will definitely return it to you later.
Wen Yu's fingers hovered in the air on the alphabet keyboard, hesitating.
He thought: It seems impolite to send a message to someone he has never met to ask for a loan.
Wen Yu moved his finger to the delete key, deleted the edited text message word by word, and edited again:
--Hi Mr. Ying, I'm Wenyu.
I received your remittance today, but I don't think this is the right way to accept your money. I'd like to meet you in person, is that okay
It was obviously a very simple text message, but Wen Yu revised it repeatedly, and was finally satisfied after several times.
He pressed send lightly with his fingertips.
After a few lines of black text jumped from the edit bar to the dialog box, Wen Yu became nervous for no reason.
He suddenly thought, what kind of man would this 25-year-old Mr. Ying be
Should be a good guy, right
Otherwise, how could he think of repaying his parents' kindness to him, and even handing over five million.
The two really met, how would he tell Mr. Ying that he wanted to borrow five million from him.
Will the other party think that he is pretending to be hypocritical
Wen Yu has been sitting on the chair in front of the easel, holding his mobile phone, looking at the screen and waiting.
The surroundings are quiet, and the ticking sound of the old wall clock clearly echoes in the small living room, also announcing the passage of time every minute and every second.
Still no response in the dialog.
After a long time, Wen Yu finally noticed that his back was tense all the time. He let out a long breath and put down his phone.
He started tidying up the room, taking a shower, washing up, painting
During the period, I came back to check the phone again, but Ying Chen still didn't reply.
Wen Yu was afraid that he would not receive the call immediately, so he turned the volume of his mobile phone to the maximum, and continued to draw.
Until bedtime, the mobile phone was still lying there quietly. There is still only his own message in the dialog box between the two, lying alone in it.
--
At night, Wen Yu slept restlessly.
He seemed to have a lot of dreams, but he couldn't see clearly what was in his mind.
He tried very hard to see, to listen, to think. I want to see what's going on around me.
But I heard a weak voice next to my ear: "Little devil, where are you going?"
It was a man's voice, low and slow.
Ethereal like filaments flying in the air, it will break at the slightest touch.
The kid seemed to be calling himself.
It seems that the elders are calling the children softly, and there is a kind of caring emotion in it.
But hearing it in Wen Yu's ears, it made his whole heart feel uncomfortable as if it was being pinched, and the sour emotion filled his chest, making him suffocate.
"Jingle Bell!"
The sharp and piercing ringtone of the mobile phone suddenly woke up the restless teenager lying on the bed.
Wen Yu suddenly sat up from the bed, reached out and grabbed the mobile phone on the desk beside the bed.
The first reaction in his mind was: Ying Chen wrote back to him.
The person who saw clearly on the screen of the mobile phone was: Zhao Xiaoliang.
Wen Yu was slightly taken aback, but his tensed shoulders unconsciously relaxed.
"What's wrong?"
"Wen Yu, Li Haowen and his brother were hospitalized and arrested last night!"
Zhao Xiaoliang and his excited and loud voice came out of the earpiece, creaking and stinging the eardrum. Wen Yu frowned, turned his head away from the phone, and quickly turned down the volume of the receiver with one hand.
He was afraid that Ying Chen's text message to him would not be received even if he received it last night, so he turned up the ring volume of his phone to the maximum.
Unexpectedly, he was so cautious that he even turned the volume of the receiver to the maximum.
Zhao Xiaoliang bluffed gloatingly: "I heard that they fought each other with golf clubs because of internal strife, and Li Haowu's legs were broken."
"After the police came, they betrayed each other, telling all about the robbery and stealing battery cars they had done over the years. And that Li Haowu, who just came out of prison and now he is going back in again hahahaha"
Wen Yu said lightly, "I know, Uncle Liu told me last night."
Zhao Xiaoliang: "Now I'm relieved, even if Li Haowu with a broken leg doesn't go to prison, he won't be your opponent."
Compared to the excited Zhao Xiaoliang, Wen Yu was still calm and unwavering: "By the way, let me tell you something. I will tell Uncle Liu to stay at your house for the time being."
Zhao Xiaoliang paused, then was pleasantly surprised, and said, "Come on! Let's sleep in the same bed tonight and play games together at night."
"no."
Wen Yu interrupted him, "It's just a resignation to Uncle Liu. After that, I will rent a house near the university."
Zhao Xiaoliang: "Tsk, what kind of house are you renting? You will be able to live on campus in a few months. What do you spend that money on? Just come and live in my house."
Wen Yu didn't speak.
Silence declined.
Zhao Xiaoliang waited for a while, angry and helpless: "It's okay, I know your temper! Then when are you going to rent a house, I will accompany you."
Wen Yu thought for a while: "This weekend."
However, everything seemed to be coming for him, and it happened by coincidence.
Just when Wen Yu started to search for rental information, he received a document courier. He tore open the heavy envelope and saw that there was a bright red real estate certificate inside.
Wen Yu opened the real estate certificate suspiciously, and it read: Obligee: Wen Yu. It also clearly wrote the address of the house and his ID number.
Wen Yu felt that someone was joking him and sent him a fake real estate certificate. But he found that the envelope contained a bunch of brand new keys, several room cards and a password card.
what happened
Wen Yu became tense in an instant, his whole body felt cold from head to toe, and his tense nerves made him full of vigilance.
If it was fake, who would make such a joke with him
If it is true, without his own consent, who can give a person who has just grown up a real estate certificate
At this moment, a person's name suddenly came to mind: Ying Chen.
Did Yingchen buy the house
Just to repay his parents for saving his life
Ying Chen, what do you want to do
Wen Yu pursed his lips and thought for a long time, then sent Ying Chen a message with his mobile phone:
[Mr. Ying, did you also buy the house?]
He felt that his text messages would still sink into the sea like last night, and he would not be able to wait for Ying Chen's reply.
But I didn't expect that the moment after the message was sent, two words suddenly jumped out of the dialog box.
[come over.]
Wen Yu's heart skipped a beat.
It was only two words, but he seemed to hear a mellow and slow voice ringing in his ears.
Can't refuse, can't refuse.
Wen Yu shook his fingertips while holding the phone, and sent a message: [Are you Mr. Ying? I want to talk to you about money?]
A minute later, he received an address from Ying Chen.
The address is exactly the same as that written on the real estate certificate.
Sure enough, Ying Chen bought the house.
The two text messages without any greetings told him to go directly to this house to meet. Wen Yu was extremely puzzled by Ying Chen's behavior.
But the word "come here" can't get rid of in my mind no matter what.
It seemed that there was an invisible force pulling him to meet that man quickly, but he was restless and restless.
He thought for a long time, then closed Ying Chen's dialog box and dialed Liu Yiming's phone: "Uncle Liu, I just received a real estate certificate with my name on it, and it seems that Ying Chen gave it to me."
"If I am not present, can I apply for the real estate certificate? How did he do it?"
Liu Yiming snorted, with disbelief in his tone: "I was just about to call you to talk about this."
"The house was indeed given to you by Mr. Ying, and it was also to repay your parents' kindness. We received a call from him this morning asking us to pass it on to you."
"I couldn't believe it at first, but I checked the transfer information of the house just now, and it's all true. Now this house really belongs to you."
He smiled brightly: "Your parents probably didn't expect that the child they saved back then is now your nobleman. Now you don't want to live in this crappy place like my house, just move into the big villa."
Wen Yu was puzzled: "Why didn't he come to me directly?"
Liu Yiming: "Probably because I was afraid that your child would be frightened, so I entrusted us to tell you."
Wen Yu thought for a while and said, "Uncle Liu, I want to visit the house, can you go with me?"
Liu Yiming: "Okay, I'll pick you up after get off work."