At half past five, he sent Zhao Kemeng home, and then took the car to his uncle''s house.

    "Little Tim, come here, sit first, my aunt will cook the dishes right away." My uncle laughed immediately when he saw him coming.

    "Yes, uncle."

    "Brother, why are you here so late?" Xiaoqi walked downstairs and saw him pouting.

    "I''m going to buy you a computer."

    As he spoke, he raised the bag in his hand.

    "Wow, thank you brother, huh..." Xiaoqi ran over happily, jumped on him, slapped his face with her small mouth, and then took the computer and ran upstairs.

    "This child..." Uncle shook his head with a wry smile.

    "It''s okay, Xiaoqi is still young." Long Ritian smiled.

    "Hahaha, Xiaotian, you''re only two years older than Xiaoqi, and you''re so old in speaking." My uncle laughed aside.

    Even Long Ritian didn''t realize that now his mind has become more and more mature, much more mature than his peers. It might have something to do with experience.

    "People always have to learn to grow, especially when they are alone."

    When my uncle heard this, he thought he missed his parents and couldn''t help sighing.

    "Sister and sister-in-law know well. Seeing that you are so sensible, they are relieved."

    "Stop talking about this. Uncle, are your feet healed?" Long Ritian said.

    "It''s getting better soon. The doctor said that if you go home and recuperate for a month, you''ll be fully healed." Uncle said with a smile.

    "That''s good."

    At this time, my aunt came in with two dishes.

    "It''s time to eat, Xiao Tian, ??go wash your hands." Auntie smiled while putting down the dishes.

    "Yes, uncle."

    "Qiqi, come down for dinner!" The uncle shouted.

    "Know it…"

    ...

    "Brother, is that computer expensive? I asked my classmates and said it would cost 10,000 yuan." Xiaoqi was lying on Long Ritian, beating on the computer.

    "You girl, I didn''t buy a computer for you to play games." Long Ritian flicked her head speechlessly.

    "Hee hee, just for a while, I promise, I will never relax my studies, and aim at Huada."

    Xiao Qi revealed two small dimples and smiled.

    "Okay okay, if you can''t do it, watch me not clean you up."

    Soon evening, he rejected his aunt''s stay and returned home.

    The next day, he was awakened by a phone call.

    "It''s Zhao Kemeng? Why did you call me so early?" Long Ritian pressed the answer curiously.

    "Hey, Xiaomeng!"

    "Woooooooo..."

    A burst of crying came from the phone.

    "What''s the matter, Xiaomeng?" He jumped up and asked hastily.

    "Long Ritian, relatives came to my house this morning to ask my dad to pay back the money. Dad didn''t have enough money, so they took a fancy to the notebook you bought for me and wanted to grab it, and then it broke."

    Zhao Kemeng said while crying.

    "Are they still at your house now?"

    "Yes, they said they wouldn''t leave without paying back the money."

    "Okay, then wait for me, I''ll go over now."

    Then he hung up the phone, quickly put on his clothes and went out the door. Xiaolong glanced at the door and lay down again.

    Twenty minutes later.

    He went to Zhao Kemeng''s house.

    I saw two young people lying on the chair with happy faces, with their feet on the table watching TV, and nibbling sunflower seeds in their mouths. On the ground is the laptop with a shattered screen.

    "Uncle, what''s going on?" Long Ritian went to Dad Zhao and asked.

    "Hey, they are the sons of my comrade-in-arms. I borrowed tens of thousands of dollars from him for the house, paid back 30,000 yuan, and left 10,000 yuan, but my comrade-in-arms passed away some time ago, so these two children don''t do their jobs all day."

    "I heard that I still owe his father money, so I came here. It''s not that I don''t want to pay it back, and the money is for Xiaoqi''s tuition, so I can''t use it." Father Zhao said with a sigh.

    "Uncle, leave it to me." Long Ritian said.

    Then he walked up to the two of them.

    "You want money?" Long Ritian asked coldly.

    "That''s right, boy, do you want to help them pay it back?" A black-faced youth standing up to 1.8 meters tall said with a smirk.

    "Yes, here is ten thousand yuan."

    Long Ritian took out 10,000 yuan from the inventory and threw it on the ground.

    A greedy look flashed in the eyes of the two young men, and they were about to pick it up, but they were stomped on by him.

    "Wait!"

    "Boy, what''s the matter? Playing with the brothers, right?" Another said fiercely.