Under the dim street lights, the aunt saw Zhou Wenzhong, who had disappeared for a long time, walking slowly from a distance with his hands behind his back. She was so frightened that the urinal in her hand fell to the ground and rolled to the side. Her legs became weak and she sat on the ground, her face pale.
He raised his hand and pointed at Zhou Wenzhong tremblingly.
"You...are you a human or a ghost?"
Zhou Wenzhong's face was stunned. He didn't understand why she asked herself this. But it didn't matter. Class differentiation had already occurred. His worth was too far away from that of everyone in the courtyard, and there was no comparison at all.
Thinking of this, Zhou Wenzhong explained with a warm smile: "Auntie, if you look at me like a human being, then I am a human being. If you look at me like a ghost, then I am a ghost. Some people are human in front of them and ghosts behind their backs. The world
There is nothing extraneous, everything is a projection of your heart. Only with an open mind can you see more. What is in your eyes depends entirely on what you are thinking."
After Zhou Wenzhong said this, he stretched out his hand and put it in front of Auntie to pull her up from the ground.
The aunt didn't listen to what Zhou Wenzhong said at all. She looked at Zhou Wenzhong's outstretched hand and quickly dodged it. She crawled forward a few times using her hands and feet on the ground, stood up and ran into the courtyard, even the urinal on the ground.
I didn't even bother to pick it up.
"I didn't expect that my mother-in-law's physical fitness is so good. She really can't be judged by her appearance."
Zhou Wenzhong walked into the courtyard with his mouth and nose covered, opened the door of the Zhou family hall and walked in.
"Danglang..."
"Danglang..."...
Seeing Zhou Wenzhong appear in front of the door, the four people in the Zhou family who were eating dropped their chopsticks on the bowls, and Zhou Wenxin began to tremble all over.
Zhou Wenzhong smiled at them and nodded. When he walked into the bedroom, he saw that the desk was piled with Zhou Wenxin's things, and his bed was empty. The sheets, pillows, and quilts on the bed had disappeared, leaving only one
A wooden bed made of mixed wood stood alone.
"squeak…"
As the bedroom door opened again, Zhou Deming came over and wanted to explain.
"This is because a few days ago..."
"I won't care. I have forgotten the past things. Letting go of hatred is a kind of relief and a way to release the burden on one's soul. We should learn to tolerate and understand, and not let the hatred of the past constrain our future.
Only by letting go of hatred can we truly pursue our own happiness and joy. Because hatred will only make our hearts narrow and bitter, while tolerance and understanding will make our hearts broad and bright. So, let us
Let’s put down our hatred together and welcome a better tomorrow.”
The weather has started to heat up recently, so Zhou Wenzhong ignored the coal stove. Standing beside the bed, holding on to the headboard, he began to disassemble his 1.2-meter-wide wooden bed...
"That...that...are you planning to move out?"
"Yes."
"Moving to a reverse house?"
"Yes."
Zhou Deming didn't believe any of the nonsense he said. The scars on his arms and legs were still clear and healthy. Without saying a word, he turned around and walked out of the bedroom.
"Sigh...why can't you let go of your obsessions? Ordinary people, ordinary people."
"Dang dong..."
Zhou Wenzhong disassembled the small wooden bed and threw it out the window piece by piece. This could save his leg strength.
In Yi's house in the Central Courtyard, Yi Zhonghai, who had already laid down to sleep, saw his wife running back and forth to the backyard, and he couldn't understand what was going on with her.
"what are you doing?"
The aunt said in a panic: "That boy Zhou Wenzhong is back."
"Just come back when you come back. I live in this courtyard."
Yi Zhonghai saw that his wife was hesitant to speak, and combined with his abnormal behavior just now, he understood that there must be something going on.
"What happened to you?"
"I...that..."
"Say it quickly!"
"A few days ago, the old lady in the backyard and I paid someone to get rid of Zhou Wenzhong. They asked us for a total of 400 yuan. They came to us in the yard a few days ago and said that they had finished the work. Unexpectedly, today Zhou Wenzhong
Wenzhong is back again."
Yi Zhonghai did not scold his wife for this behavior, nor did he ask about the whole incident. It was useless to reprimand her after the incident had already happened. He took out his cigarette, lit it and took a few puffs.
"Then he probably doesn't know what's going on. Just pretend that nothing happened. If you continue to panic like this, be careful if he finds out."
"Is this... is this possible? Just now at the gate of the hospital, the bad guy Zhou Wenzhong said... that someone is a human to his face and a ghost behind his back. Only now do I understand that he was trying to make a point about me."
"Just cause trouble for me! The matter has already happened. It's useless to say anything now. Let me go and see what he means first. You can stay at home honestly from now on. Now you have learned to buy murder and kill people.
."
Yi Zhonghai held the head of the bed and put on the heels of his cloth shoes, raised his finger and pointed at his wife, opened the door and walked to the front yard, not forgetting to scold the deaf old lady in his heart.
Under the window on the south wall of Zhou's house, Yan Bugui rubbed his hands and talked for a while.
"That Wen Zhong, the last IOU said that I would repay you on March 10th. Now our family really doesn't have the money to spare. Look at the faucets in this courtyard. I paid for them to repair them some time ago. You Yan
Uncle, I have never begged anyone in my life, do you think this money can be postponed for a few more days? Please explain my family's situation to your friend."
"friend?"
Zhou Wenzhong then remembered what happened at Yan's house that day and said that he borrowed the 100 yuan from a friend.
"The first time you said you would pay it back in a few days, the second time you said you would pay it back on March 10th, and the third time today you said you would postpone it for a while. Uncle Yan, you must understand that borrowing money reflects your character, and repaying money reflects your character.
It's the truth. If you really don't want to pay back the money, it doesn't matter, just tell me something. You can't deceive me because you think I'm young, right?"
Yan Bugui's old face turned red with embarrassment at these words. Today he was given a lesson by someone of a younger generation, and what the other party said was completely true. He couldn't refute it even if he wanted to.
"Wen Zhong is back?"
"Well, it's the uncle. It's so late and you haven't rested yet?"
Yan Bugui seemed to have seen a savior and stretched out his hand to pull Yi Zhonghai over.
"A few days ago, the old lady said that the money should be returned to Lao Yi."
"This money has already gone to Wen Zhong and has nothing to do with me anymore. The old lady may have been confused that day, so she said stupid things. The three of us happened to be together today, so I just made a statement.
This money has nothing to do with Yi Zhonghai and me, Lao Yan, you can give it to whomever you should."
After Yi Zhonghai said this, he reached out across Yan Bugui, picked up two wooden boards, and walked towards the back room.
Zhou Wenzhong ignored Yan Bugui and picked up a pile of wooden sticks and walked towards the reverse room.
Yan Bugui wanted to help move things, but his body seemed to be disobedient. He couldn't stretch out his hands, and couldn't bend his waist. He just stood there stupidly, staring at the wood, and felt entangled in his heart.