Boss Xin looked up blankly at the sky.
The moon is bright and the stars are sparse, and the weather is very sunny.
There were many pedestrians on the street, and the neighbors on both sides were lit. Aunt Huifang, who was selling tofu at the opposite door, was talking with a smile.
"Old Xin, you are thinking about it. You should have thought about it. What kind of tea is sold for you couple? Isn't it just waiting to lose money? But there is no need to sell the teahouse. In our capital, it is easy to sell a house, but it is difficult to buy a house. Keep a shop, even if you don't have the brain to do business, it will be enough to rent it out, which is enough for you couples to support your elderly."
The words were very clear, and they came into my ears word by word.
Boss Xin didn't understand what the other party was saying. He crawled in and went out again, his mind was empty and he left nothing.
The proprietress stared at the mess in front of her, and tears suddenly fell, but she didn't cry, but just quietly shed tears.
Xin Baoer didn't feel any guilt at all.
He is always angry these days, and his parents don’t care about him at all. What is the unreasonable request from him?
Zhaodi and his childhood sweethearts have long promised each other for the rest of their lives. If something had happened to Zhaodi's family, his family would have no choice but to sell Zhaodi for a turnaround, and they would definitely have been engaged.
Can't my son's marriage, his son's future, and his son's life be as good as a junk teahouse?
This teahouse is not profitable.
Xin Baoer thought this countless times and gradually became resentful.
Ever since he had thought about this, his father had always told him that the teahouse belonged to someone else, and his parents were just helping people watch the stalls. At first, he thought it was an excuse, but later he realized that his parents' temperament was not the one who would lie later.
But so what? His parents have been looking at the shop for many years, but the owner never comes. Wouldn't he just give the shop to his parents?
Don’t think he didn’t hear it. Those who occasionally come to the house say that this teahouse is for his parents, but his parents are stubborn and never agree with this.
If it is something else, he is a son and he can't help but encounter such a weird-minded parents, but it's up to Zhaodi, so he must not give in.
Besides, he has already taken care of Boss Yan's loan of money, so it is easy to borrow? If he can't pay it back, he might break his arms and legs first, and he will soon even lose his life, which will affect Zhaodi's family.
"My Zhaodi's life is hard enough."
He is incompetent and cannot give his own women wealth and glory, but he cannot even let Zhaodi live an ordinary peaceful life.
For this reason, what is the Xin family’s abandonment of the teahouse?
Xin Baoer's thoughts were always firm, but now when he saw his mother's expression, his knees softened and he knelt down with a thud, his mind was blank and he shivered.
He always felt that something terrible happened.
Xin Baoer opened her mouth, and she couldn't say anything about her explanation. Instead, she begged in a hoarse voice: "Dad, mother, if you feel uncomfortable, you will beat your son and beat him hard. As long as you two elders can vent their anger, you can beat him no matter how you beat him!"
"In the future, my son will live a good life with Zhaodi and work hard to save money. We will definitely let your two elders live a good life. Or, we save money and redeem this land? My son will build another teahouse for you, and we will also invite a few tea doctors to do business well!"
Xin Baoer gritted her teeth and said.
Guye
Boss Xin sighed, but he was not furious. Instead, his attitude was much more peaceful than before. He turned his head and looked at his wife.
The proprietress pinched her husband's arm, wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, smiled slightly, then reached out to pursed her hair, and said softly: "Everything is fate, no one can do anything."
She shook her head, then walked over and bent down, helped her son up, and patted the dust on her clothes: "Ah Niang's benefactor once gave her amulet, saying that she would bless her family to be safe, happy, and bless her future children, and be blessed to be a blessed child in the world."
"My mother always thinks that this amulet is good. Being lucky is a good thing. My child doesn't have to be too smart, nor does he need to have a good root. As long as he has a little bit of blessing, he will never have big twists and turns in his life. It will be the best thing in the world."
"From childhood, my father and mother lived a lot of hard life. Later, after meeting her benefactor, she knew what a good life was. I just wanted to tell you not to suffer those hardships. As a result, because of this love for your son, you have damaged your temper."
The boss's wife said quietly, "Oh, but this is also impossible. The cause she planted herself has obtained such a fruit."
She looked back at her husband and tidied up her clothes for him. The two of them walked hand in hand to the place where the teahouse should have been, stood on the open space and looked around, picked up some of the remaining small objects on the ground, stacked them neatly until they were packed up, and then they got up.
The boss lady looked at the thing on the ground nostalgic and chuckled slowly: "I lost my despicable things in the early years now, what about you?"
"I've lost it early. The princess is the most shameful thing. She always feels that this world is just a three-cup of promise, and the five mountains are light. It's just that the gods are intoxicated and the heroes in the world are not ashamed of."
Boss Xin smiled, "We also want to meet the princess and the princess. I vowed to guard this shop for the princess. If the shop is there, we are there, and the shop is gone, we don't have to stay in this world."
His words were light and fluent.
But it was like a thunder, slashing deep in Xin Baoer's heart, and suddenly raised his head, his face was pale, and instinctively, Xin Baoer felt endless fear. He looked up suddenly and saw his father looking around, picking up a chopstick from the ground, weighing it, suddenly smiled, and suddenly stabbed the chopsticks into a big banyan tree next to him.
The chopsticks pierced most of them.
Boss Xin nodded: "It seems that I have not lost my skills."
He pulled out the chopsticks, wiped the sleeves, and smiled at the boss lady, "Don't dislike it."
The boss's wife nodded, and Boss Xin suddenly made a move, and the chopsticks flashed and stabbed the boss's wife's throat.
Xin Baoer buzzed in her mind and shouted bitterly: "Dad! Mom!"
While shouting, he was about to pounce on him, but he knew in his heart that it was too late.
He never knew why his honest parents were so skilled?
In such a short time, he didn't know what was thinking in his mind.
Suddenly, a ray of light suddenly appeared in the sky.
A blue brick fell from the sky and thumped on Boss Xin's arm. Boss Xin was startled and his arm hurt. He immediately took off his strength and his chopsticks fell to the ground.
The boss's wife was stunned and frowned: "Is she old?"
The two of them looked at the blue bricks. As soon as they turned around, they saw that it was Gu Xiang who threw the bricks. She didn't even bother to call Xueying.
Gu Xiang patted his heart with lingering fear: "Fortunately, I practiced shot put in junior high school and later learned archery."
Chapter completed!