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It’s half past eight in the evening.

The picture of Jiangcheng local station has several horizontal snowflake patterns.

Lin Chuan sat on the old sofa in the living room whose sponge had long since collapsed.

Eyes fixed on the 14-inch black and white TV.

Next to him, Lin Jianguo was smoking cigarettes one after another, and the cigarette butts under his feet had turned into a hill.

With the reminder of 100,000 yuan on his head, he didn't even care about what was on the TV.

On the TV screen, the host was reading out the winning numbers of this welfare lottery with a smile.

"The winning numbers for this issue are - 05, 12, 16, 24, 27, 31, 08."

Lin Chuan leaned on the back of the sofa and let out a long breath.

In the shirt pocket close to his heart, the thin lottery ticket burned his skin through the fabric.

It’s done.

Five million.

There is no butterfly effect, no tricks of fate.

This huge amount of money, which could buy half a street in 2000, now belongs to him completely.

The door lock clicked.

Mother Lin opened the door, and Lin Xiaoran came in behind her, carrying a whitened schoolbag.

"Ahem...Old Lin, why do you smoke so many cigarettes?"

Mother Lin covered her mouth and coughed violently several times. Years of hard work had made her back a little stooped, and her temples were all white.

Lin Xiaoran changed out of the old pull-back shoes whose soles were almost worn out, walked to Lin Chuan, and took out half a piece of roasted sweet potato that was still warm from his pocket.

"Brother, you eat it. I bought it on the way back. It's very sweet."

Lin Chuan looked at his sister’s clear eyes.

In her last life, it was this sensible little girl who dropped out of high school in her senior year to work night shifts in an electronics factory in order to help her family pay off debts. She eventually died under the wheel of a drunk driver.

He reached out and took the sweet potato and took a big bite.

So sweet.

It’s so sweet that it makes your eyes feel astringent.

"Mom, Xiaoran." Lin Chuan swallowed the sweet potato, raised his head,

"Liu Mei and I are divorced. We just went through the formalities this afternoon."

There was a moment of dead silence in the room.

Lin Jianguo’s hand holding the cigarette shook suddenly, and he didn’t notice the ash falling on his trouser legs.

Mother Lin froze on the spot, looking at her son with cloudy eyes, her lips moved, but she did not curse.

Over the past six months, the old couple has clearly seen what kind of virtue Liu Mei is at home.

She hates being poor and loves being rich, so she doesn’t even cook, and she dresses up and runs around all day long.

"Leave...just leave." Mother Lin sighed, walked over and patted Lin Chuan on the shoulder.

"Her heart is not in our family, and it is useless to force her to stay. It is just a famine of one hundred thousand yuan..."

“Mom, you don’t have to worry about money.” Lin Chuan stood up and looked around this cramped, damp, musty home.

The walls are peeling off and the furniture is dilapidated.

But in this life, he will never let his family suffer in this kind of place again.

"I'll go out tomorrow and get the money back." Lin Chuan looked at his parents,

"Dad, remember what I said today, no matter who comes, don't sign."

The next morning.

Provincial capital, Jiangnan Provincial Welfare Lottery Issuance Center.

The air-conditioning in the prize redemption room is fully turned on.

Lin Chuan pushed the two-yuan lottery ticket through the glass window.

The middle-aged female staff member sitting inside took it casually, put it on the machine and scanned it.

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