Aunt Zhang said she wanted to go home to cook quickly, but in fact she forced Zhou Qingfeng to chat under the street light for more than an hour before thinking about leaving. He took the old lady to take a taxi, and when he walked to the sidewalk, he heard a crisp voice on the sidewalk selling oranges.

"Aunt Zhang, you see, it's not easy for you to come. I have nothing to give you. Buy a few kilograms of oranges and take them away." Zhou Qingfeng felt that it was difficult for the old lady to go back empty-handedly.

Just when he walked to the orange stall, Zhou Qingfeng exclaimed, "Sister Yuan, are you setting up a stall here?"

The orange stall is a wooden cart, with Yuan Mei dressed in a simple dress behind the car. The young woman stood halfway under the shade of the tree, and the street lights could not even illuminate her.

Listening to Zhou Qingfeng's shouting, the young woman immediately started to twist. Well, um, ah, it took a long time to say weakly, "Xiao Zhou, do you want oranges? Sweet, three pieces..., three pieces, five pieces per pound."

Other houses have at least four or five yuan, and the better ones cost six or seven yuan, and the young woman only sells three or five yuan, which is really cheap enough.

However, Zhou Qingfeng glanced at the nearby area and didn't see the soft boy Guo Jiaming. He said with a cold face: "There are few pedestrians on this road, and there are many gangsters who make trouble at night. It's not safe for you, a woman, to set up a stall here. Why don't you go to the night market? Do you think you don't have enough trouble?"

The young woman seemed to be afraid of Zhou Qingfeng, who had a stern face, shrank and took a step back timidly, and said timidly: "There are also gangsters in the night market, and they also have to collect protection fees. My capital is all on this orange, so I can't go to the night market."

Zhou Qingfeng looked at the oranges again, and they were all very good. It seemed that they were carefully selected and wholesale at the farmers' market. "Are you so poor? Where is your man? If you don't watch the stall with you this night, where did he go?"

The young woman lowered her head and said nothing. Zhou Qingfeng asked several questions before whispering: "He is watching TV at home."

"He's a mom." Zhou Qingfeng felt very angry when he heard this. How could a woman show up outside and work hard to make money? A big man was watching TV at home leisurely? He turned around and wanted to go to the residential building to pull out the soft egg and beat him up.

"No, don't, Xiao Zhou, don't do anything random!" When the young woman saw Zhou Qingfeng's angry look, she hurriedly chased him out from behind the stall, grabbed his arm and said, "Xiao Zhou, give me some face. I'll live with this face now. Please stop making trouble. If you make trouble, your face is lost."

"You have lived like this, what else do you want?" Zhou Qingfeng shouted angrily: "Why are you doing not divorce? You have to live a life with a coward? You don't feel tired, I'll feel tired for you."

The young woman just cried, shook her head, and held Zhou Qingfeng tightly with her hands, just not allowing him to leave. At most, she begged a few words, "Don't make things worse."

Aunt Zhang, who had been watching the side for a long time, had enough gossip, and then walked up to persuade him: "Xiao Zhou, don't interfere in the affairs of the couple. My daughter's family also needs a face. If you make a big fuss about the matter, you will be able to leave. How can Xiao Yuan live in life?"

After Aunt Zhang persuaded Zhou Qingfeng, he came to persuade the young woman again, "Little Yuan, do you remember Auntie, don't you? I'm watching you grow up. I'm so familiar with your parents. You have to call me 'aunt' in terms of seniority."

The young woman called "Auntie" obediently, which made Aunt Zhang laugh. The old lady looked back and forth between Zhou Qingfeng and the young woman for a long time, as if she had already made a decision in her heart.

Back at the orange stall, Zhou Qingfeng touched his pocket and took out three hundred yuan and said, "I have bought this pile of oranges and sold them to me cheaply. Is it enough?"

The oranges on the cart are only seventy or eighty pounds, and three or five per pound is almost three hundred yuan. The young woman hesitated for a long time and said, "I can't use that much money. And why do you buy so many oranges? It will easily break if you keep them for too long."

"I'm eating too much, can't I do?" Zhou Qingfeng threw down three hundred yuan and grabbed a few plastic bags from the orange stall by himself. He put dozens of kilograms of oranges in his hand. He put two bags for Aunt Zhang, and the rest was taken away by him alone.

Before leaving, Zhou Qingfeng left her with ramen and beef sauce for her midnight snack, and forced her to the young woman. Finally, she shouted at her, "I think you must have not eaten yet, so I'll leave this midnight snack for you. It's past nine o'clock, it's not safe at night, so go home quickly and don't run around outside."

Waiting for Zhou Qingfeng to walk away, Aunt Zhang, who was supposed to leave, had not left yet. The old lady leaned in front of the young woman and comforted her: "Okay, okay, don't cry. Xiao Zhou has a good heart, he is for your own good!"

The young woman looked at the empty car stall and looked at the three hundred dollars in her hand. She subconsciously wiped the corners of her eyes and whispered: "I didn't cry. I know Xiao Zhou is a good person, but he always likes fierce people. I was scared by him."

"It's nothing to be scared. They like you." Aunt Zhang said with a smile.

The young woman was really shocked and hurriedly denied: "Auntie, don't talk nonsense. I have been married for several years and have nothing to do with Xiao Zhou. I don't care, so don't ruin Xiao Zhou's reputation."

Aunt Zhang changed the topic and continued to ask with a smile: "Xiao Yuan, what's wrong with that guy from the Guo family? If you can't survive, just leave. You can't mess with yourself to death. Don't you owe them what the Guo family has, why hang yourself on a tree?"

The young woman sighed at first, then shook her head and didn't say anything. Don't force her to ask, then she burst into tears and said, "I'm pregnant, I'm twenty-eight years old, I want this child. I don't want the child to be born without a father!"

As soon as he said this, Aunt Zhang sighed and felt sad. Two women, one old and one young, stood in front of the car stall and wiped their tears.

Zhou Qingfeng returned to the residential building with a few large bags of oranges. When he walked to his door, he saw a newspaper sealing a big hole in the door of the Guo family next door. There was a sound of fighting in the room. I don’t know what TV series was playing.

Zhou Qingfeng stared at the big hole in front of the Guo family with a gloomy face, and then looked at the lights and shadows of the TV sets flashing in the Guo family's house through the glass window, and he wanted to kill someone with hatred. He returned to the house and put down a few bags of oranges, but received a call from Aunt Zhang.

Ninety percent of the specific content of the phone call was chatting casually, but at the end I asked Zhou Qingfeng, "Do you fall in love with someone's young wife?"

"Auntie, how can you do it? You're thinking too much. I just think that Sister Yuan's life is not easy and wants to help her. I have no other meaning." Zhou Qingfeng denied this because he couldn't explain why he had to care about his young wife.

In the past, Zhou Qingfeng would not be too careful when encountering such a mess - his life is difficult, who has the heart to care about others' life or death? But he has been in the wasteland for so many days, and the constraints on him by many moral laws have greatly weakened, and he began to do things based on his own will.

"I don't know what you men think, old lady?" Aunt Zhang didn't say much about Zhou Qingfeng's denial, but she just didn't believe it very much. Instead, she said a few words about Yuan Mei's benefits and praised the other party.

After hanging up the phone, Zhou Qingfeng was too lazy to think about the young woman's suffering. The other party would rather suffer and be more beautiful than to be in a good manner. It would be difficult for him to help, so he would just go to bed.
Chapter completed!