Liu Genhua just said it casually, but Yang Binghui's mind became active.
He knew that Liu Manman was not joking with him today. If he didn't buy the house and the three transfers and one ring, Liu Manman would really break up with him.
During this period, Liu Manman was obviously much colder towards him. Even if Yang Binghui was slow-witted, he could sense that something was wrong.
I have had enough of the torment of not being able to get married even though I have a fiancée.
My mother was right. Since Yang Baiyi is taking the money and not giving it to me, I will steal or rob it.
It would be best if we could succeed. Even if we fail, there will be no loss. Even if the brother and sister find out, they can't send their own uncle to jail.
Yang Binghui thought about it and decided that stealing the compensation was a low-input, high-output endeavor, which further strengthened Yang Binghui's determination.
In the evening, after Yang Laoshi and Liu Genhua went to bed, Yang Binghui quietly left the room.
In order to facilitate movement, Yang Binghui also wore a set of black clothes.
On the nights of the 1970s on Blue Star, there were almost no pedestrians on the road. The dim street lights were far away, making the shadows particularly long.
Occasionally, you would meet a pedestrian, who was also fully armed and in a hurry. He must be going to the black market to exchange things.
Yang Binghui came to the vicinity of his eldest brother's house and looked around. Every household had turned off the lights, which was convenient for Yang Binghui to move around.
Yang Binghui took a running start, grabbed the top of the wall with his hands, and kicked his feet a few times before finally climbing onto the top of the wall with difficulty.
In the main room, Yang Baiyi, who had fallen asleep, suddenly opened his eyes.
The man-eating mandala reminded Yang Baiyi that strangers had invaded the territory.
I didn't expect that the trap I set during the day would be used at night.
Yang Baiyi's thoughts flashed, and he shared a perspective with the Man-Eating Mandragora, clearly spotting the figure riding on the wall.
The person on the wall was dressed in black and had his face covered with a black cloth, making it impossible for Yang Baiyi to determine his identity.
But what is certain is that this person who hid his head and showed his tail in the middle of the night and climbed over the wall must be up to no good.
The person on the wall was very cautious, afraid of making any noise. He held onto the wall with both hands, and slowly slid down with his legs, stepping into the flowers and plants in the corner of the wall.
Yang Baiyi had no interest in going out to catch thieves. Since they had bad intentions towards him, there was no need for them to exist.
"Eat him."
Yang Baiyi gave orders to the man-eating mandala without any hesitation.
The man-eating datura, which seemed harmless just now, suddenly stretched out countless vines and entangled the legs of the man in black.
The sharp thorns on the vines instantly pierced into the body of the man in black, releasing a large amount of toxin.
Yang Binghui only felt his legs tighten and his whole body became numb instantly.
Yang Binghui was startled and opened his mouth to call for help, but no sound came out.
Yang Binghui's whole body was paralyzed, but his mind was extremely clear. He could clearly feel that the blood in his body was rapidly draining away.
Yang Baiyi controlled a vine and lifted the black cloth covering the black-clothed man's face.
Although he was about to disappear, Yang Baiyi still wanted to see who the man in black was.
"Yang Binghui? You're the original owner's third uncle. I didn't intend to kill you.
But since you came here at night looking for death, I will reluctantly oblige you, even if it means avenging the original owner."
The original owner's last memory was that Yang Binghui pushed him to the ground, and the back of his head hit the ground heavily.
More and more vines were sticking into Yang Binghui's body, and Yang Binghui's body was visibly shrinking, and soon he became a mummy.
Finally, the vines covered Yang Binghui's entire body. When the vines retreated, Yang Binghui and his clothes disappeared without a trace.
Yang Baiyi felt no emotion in his heart. He covered his sister with the quilt and closed his eyes again.
…
"Old man, the meal is ready, go and call your son to get up and eat.
Really, at this age, instead of helping parents, I still need them to call me when I eat."
Liu Genhua was complaining while serving the rice.
"The third brother is not in the room. The quilt is cold. When did he get up?"
Yang Laoshi walked out of Yang Binghui's room and said with a puzzled look on his face.
"Did he go back from work? No way, his bike is still at home. Go to the door and see if he's on the street."
Yang Laoshi walked around the street but didn't see Yang Binghui.
"Are you walking to work? People need a little pressure. Pressure is the motivation to strive.
Yesterday, Liu Manman asked the third brother for a house and a ring, so the third brother got up early today to go to work.
If the third child can become more diligent in the future, I will really have to thank Liu Manman."
The old couple didn’t think much about it when they didn’t find Yang Binghui. They thought that he was just upset yesterday and needed to work harder today.
It was not until Yang Binghui did not return home that evening that Liu Genhua realized something was wrong.
Yang Binghui works in a fertilizer factory. Because he works in two shifts, he never has to work overtime.
It is impossible that he is looking for a partner. Even though Yang Binghui has countless faults, he has one advantage.
Whenever he doesn't go home for dinner, Yang Binghui will tell his family in advance.
The rations are all fixed. The amount of rice required to feed the number of people is known.
He went out before dawn, didn't come back late at night, and didn't leave a word. This kind of situation has never happened before.
"Old man, where do you think the third child can go?"
It is said that mother and child are connected by heart. Liu Genhua felt uneasy since morning and had no mood to do anything.
"Who knows? Maybe he was suddenly dragged out for a drink by a colleague.
"Old lady, don't worry too much. The third child is already such a grown-up, how could he get lost?"
Yang Laoshi continued to smoke his big pipe.
The old woman just likes to make a fuss and spoils her youngest child too much. Children should have their own lives when they grow up.
"What are you talking about? My son is the product of my ten months of pregnancy. He is my flesh and blood. Of course I would be worried if he didn't come home for a day.
Over the years, how many children have you taken care of?
I felt uneasy all day today, fearing that something might have happened to my son.
You are so good, not only do you not worry about your son, but you also say such sarcastic words.
Why was I so blind to marry someone like you?
..."
Liu Genhua, who was already worried about her son, was instantly enraged by Yang Laoshi's words.
"I didn't say anything! Why are you so angry?
Maybe my son went out drinking with his friends and will be back soon. Can we wait a while and talk about it?"
The old couple waited and argued until ten o'clock in the evening. Liu Genhua came to the gate and looked several times, but did not see Yang Binghui coming back. The old woman could no longer sit still.
"Old man, go out and look for him. Maybe something happened to the little one!
It's already ten o'clock, the state-owned restaurants are all closed, and even if you're drinking at a friend's house, it's time to leave."
Liu Genhua sat restlessly, feeling empty inside, as if she had lost something important.
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