"Why? Why do you hate this place? Didn't you grow up here?" Zhou Qian asked.
Qin Feng sneered a few times, did not answer Zhou Qian's question, and continued pulling grass.
Zhou Qian also squatted down to pull weeds, but was stopped by Qin Feng: "You stand aside and take a rest. Some grasses have thorns, so don't scratch them. I can do it alone, and it will be quick."
"Scratches should be treated as filial piety. As a wife, I can't do nothing." Zhou Qian insisted.
Qin Feng smiled, and together with Zhou Qian, they pulled out the weeds on the grave, and then placed the tributes. Finally, Qin Feng and Zhou Qian squatted in front of the grave, burning paper money.
"Mom and Dad, I'm sorry, I haven't come back to see you for many years."
"Let me introduce to you, Zhou Qian, my wife, your daughter-in-law. Today I will bring Zhou Qian over to see you and burn some paper for you."
Qin Feng and Zhou Qian muttered in front of the grave. After burning the paper, Qin Feng sat in front of the grave and smoked a cigarette. He chatted with Zhou Qian for a while about the joys of growing up in this mountain village when he was a child.
After sitting in front of the grave for more than an hour, Qin Feng took Zhou Qian down the mountain. He originally planned to leave directly, but in the end Qin Feng drove to the nearby village and parked the car in a place covered with weeds.
Front of abandoned hut on grass.
Qin Feng parked the car, opened the door and got out of the car, followed by Zhou Qian.
Zhou Qian was very surprised when she looked at the two-story hut in front of her, which was almost in ruins.
"Is this your home?" Zhou Qian asked.
Qin Feng nodded and walked slowly to the house. There was no complete window or door in the whole house, and even several walls had been demolished.
"Why did it become like this? There are no windows or doors, so why is it so broken?" Zhou Qian could hardly believe her eyes.
Qin Feng sneered again: "The robbers must have taken it away."
"What? There are still robbers here?" Zhou Qian was so surprised that she couldn't close her mouth from ear to ear.
"Yes, how could it not be? It has always been there." After Qin Feng finished speaking, he looked at the beautiful three-story western-style building next door, his eyes full of indignation and hatred.
Zhou Qian followed Qin Feng's eyes and looked at the foreign-style building next to her. The two buildings were not far apart, but the contrast between the sky and the earth was very obvious.
"Whose building is that?" Zhou Qian asked.
"Someone else." Qin Feng replied lightly, then stood in front of the door and looked at his dilapidated house, his eyes full of sadness.
At this moment, a motorcycle passed by Qin Feng's door. The motorcycle rider was surprised to see Qin Feng standing there and stopped the motorcycle.
Qin Feng also saw the man riding the motorcycle and looked at him coldly.
The man on the motorcycle is over sixty years old, with a tall build and some gray hair. If you look closely, you can see that this man's appearance is somewhat similar to Qin Feng.
"Little bastard, why did you come back from the dead? I thought you died outside all these years?" The man said to Qin Feng while sitting on the motorcycle.
Qin Feng sneered: "Thanks to you, I didn't die, but I'm still alive and well. I disappoint you."
"Little bastard, who are you talking to? You're not big or small, you don't even know how to call uncle, right?" The man lectured Qin Feng.
"Uncle?" Zhou Qian was surprised.
"Are you willing to agree to my call? Do you think you are worthy?" Qin Feng asked coldly.
"Are you planning to come back to settle old scores with me? Boy, you'd better show some respect to me, otherwise you'll never want to return to this home or establish a foothold here." The uncle warned Qin Feng.
Qin Feng sneered again and shook his head, pointing to the ruins of his home and asking: "Where are the doors and windows of my home? Where are the bricks on the wall? Where are the furniture and electrical appliances in the house?"
"I tore down the doors, windows and bricks to build a pigsty for you. I sold the furniture and electrical appliances. Why are they left here? To rust?" the uncle said seriously, as if it was natural.
"Qin Zuguang, this is my house, why do you demolish my house? Did you get my consent?" Qin Feng asked.
"With your consent? Who do you think I need your consent to demolish the house? Don't talk about you, as long as your father is alive and I want to demolish it, he wouldn't even dare to say anything." Qin Zuguang was very disdainful.
"Okay, very good." Qin Feng clenched his fists tightly.
"Qin Zuguang, people are doing it, and God is watching. You'd better burn incense and pray to Buddha every day to pray that you won't suffer retribution." After Qin Feng finished speaking, he took the hand of Zhou Qian next to him who had not yet figured out the situation, went directly to the car, and opened the door.
Just get ready to get in the car.
At this time, a sturdy man in his thirties walked over from the small western-style building next door, with a cigarette in his mouth.
"Old man, who are you talking to? Who the hell is this?" the man asked Qin Zuguang as he walked over.
"The little bastard from the second family is back."
"Ah? You're not dead?" The man was a little surprised. He quickly walked to Qin Feng's car window and looked into the car: "Oh, it's really you. It's really a miracle that you haven't died after so many years."
Qin Feng sat in the driver's seat, saying nothing or even turning his head.
"Just drive this crappy car? Does it cost 50,000 yuan? You're not doing very well. Who is this girl? She's pretty..." The man kicked Qin Feng's car twice, and then
He stared at Zhou Qian in the passenger seat with lustful eyes.