The light in the front yard has been turned on by Yan Bugui. The 20-watt light bulb emits light yellow light. Zhou Wenzhong pretended to fall down at any time, leaning on the door frame of his house and looking at the light bulb. For a long time, Zhou Wenzhong had already
Confirmed the fact that he is sexually weak.
Close your eyes and listen to the whispers of the residents, imagining that from tomorrow on, many people will appear pointing fingers at Zhou Deming. This is the final result you want.
In the Zhou family hall, the three stewards were sitting on chairs and scolding Zhou Deming, but Zhou Deming said nothing from the beginning to the end, always looking like he would not explain, not admit, and would not let him in.
Yi Zhonghai said: "Old Zhou! On weekdays, it's okay if you hit him twice. If I hit my son, no one can say twice. What happened today? Look at what you did to Zhou Wenzhong."
Zhou Deming said nothing.
Liu Haizhong straightened his back, put his hands on his knees and began to scold: "Old Zhou! There must be a reason why you hit him. There must be something wrong with you, or Zhou Wenzhong did something to make you
You are so angry, speak up. You are always holding your breath and keeping silent. How do you ask us three stewards to deal with your family's affairs? Just say what you say! If you don't speak out, how can I solve it for you? "
Zhou Deming still said nothing. Ma Guihong wanted to speak, but Zhou Deming stopped her with his eyes.
Yan Bugui looked at this and that, his eyes rolling around. Now it was his turn to speak, so he couldn't do anything else.
"What, you are always so silent, we can't mediate. These days, your Zhou family is in the yard, it is not peaceful at all. Let's not mention it in the past half month, because you
How many times have we been having trouble at home? How many times have we held hospital-wide meetings? There are so many residents in the yard, so we can’t all accompany your Zhou family to make trouble, right? Think about it, is this true? Look at it now
What time is it? If you don’t sleep, won’t you let others rest? You can’t be like this, and Zhou Wen..."
"Teacher Yan! The injury on the boss's face was not caused by my father!"
"Um?"
The three stewards looked at Zhou Wenxin. They were just talking and didn't pay attention to the second boy of the Zhou family. What happened to this boy? His face was also bruised and purple, and there were blood stains. Is Lao Zhou crazy today?
Before he could speak, he heard Zhou Wenxiu's voice again.
At this time, Zhou Wenxiu squatted in the bedroom, exposed his head and said weakly: "My dad didn't hit him."
The three stewards looked at Zhou Wenxiu again. Huh? What's going on? Why is this girl's face swollen? Then they pointed their faces at Zhou Wenzhong.
Zhou Wenzhong picked at the mud in his nails and said leisurely without raising his head: "Are they both dizzy from hunger? That's why they said the wrong thing? Food! But some of them are not full!"
Zhou Deming quickly stood up, pointed at Zhou Wenxin and said: "Go back to the house! You have no place to speak here! And you! Little girl, please come into the house and stay!"
Seeing Zhou Deming's attitude, the three stewards had already imagined a picture in their minds. What kind of life were the three children living in the Zhou family on weekdays! They were even more convinced that Zhou Deming had beaten the children with his own hands. Just like this
Under the circumstances, the two children spoke for him, and Lao Zhou still had this attitude! That's right! When he beat the boy Zhou Wenzhong a few times before, Zhou Wenzhong helped him find ways to make amends, and he also had the same attitude.
Yi Zhonghai took a puff of cigarette and asked tentatively: "Okay, in that case, the three of us won't say anything. Just now Zhou Wenzhong called the three of us over to be witnesses, and we also want to hear what you are saying.
Dad, what do you think?"
Zhou Wenzhong coughed twice.
Zhou Deming immediately responded and said: "I want to separate the family!"
Not to mention the people inside the house, the onlookers outside were in chaos.
"What the hell? Did I hear you correctly? Lao Zhou still has the nerve to say such a thing?"
A passerby picked his ears and said, "I thought I was the only one who heard it wrong, but it turns out everyone heard it wrong."
"Go aside, we all heard it right. Lao Zhou is preparing to chase someone away. But is it too young?"
"Why are you so young? Zhou Wenzhong is already 16 years old. He can definitely go to the countryside and receive re-education from poor and lower-middle peasants. He is no longer young, he is no longer young."
"That's right, even in a rural area, one could start a family at this age."
"I asked you, have you misunderstood? Are we talking about Zhou Wenzhong's age now? We are talking about Lao Zhou! Lao Zhou!"
"Oh, yes. What bad thing did Zhou Wenzhong do? Let Lao Zhou beat him like this? As for that?"
"I don't know, the real owner is standing here, isn't he?"
Noticing that everyone was focusing on him, Zhou Wenzhong knew it was time for him to perform.
I saw Zhou Wenzhong separated from everyone, crossed the threshold of his main room and walked into the house.
He knelt directly on the ground with his legs, looked up at Zhou Deming, and cried: "Dad! Don't ask me to leave! I won't leave! Dad! I was wrong, and all my mistakes are my fault! Wuwu...
Don't push me away... I still have to be filial to you two elders! Dad! It's all my fault... It's all... Wuwu..."
Yi Zhonghai raised his hand and pointed at the two residents and said: "Hurry up and help them up! What are you doing standing there in a daze? Hurry up! There is already a wound on your head, I'll pull it out later!"
Zhou Wenzhong's kneeling completely broke off his family ties and confirmed all the grievances he had suffered in the past. At the same time, he put Zhou Deming and Ma Guihong on the fire.
What does it mean to kneel down for others? Dashuai Zhang knelt down more than 40 times and recognized a lot of godfathers and godmothers. Didn’t Shahua kneel down too? What does it mean to kneel down by yourself? Gesture? Gestures are not a thing at all.
It's not something you can consider with your current status.
This time Zhou Wenzhong knelt down and said: filial piety!
When the two residents heard Yi Zhonghai's words, they no longer cared about watching the excitement and hurried to the left and right sides of Zhou Wenzhong. Each of them took one of Zhou Wenzhong's arms and lifted him up.
When Zhou Wenzhong saw this situation, what could he say? Lie down, immediately closed his eyes, pretended to faint at any moment, and lay down on the ground. The two of them dragged and dragged Zhou Wenzhong to the stool. One person was there.
Zhou Wenzhong rubbed his chest hard to calm him down, then ran out of the door and brought a bowl of water.
"Um, Wen Zhong. Don't worry about it, be calm. Everything is easy to discuss, so don't be so excited. Just drink some water."
"Eh... Wuwu... My dad doesn't want me anymore! Wuwu... My dad wants to drive me away! My sky is falling!"
After crying twice more and looking like he was out of breath, Zhou Wenzhong took the water he was handed, took two sips, returned the bowl to the enthusiastic resident, and took out Zhou Deming's box of Diehua brand cigarettes from his arms.
, divided the points among everyone, Yan Bugui got 3 pieces, one on each of his left and right ears, and one in his mouth.
Zhou Wenzhong also lit a cigarette, took a deep breath and said slowly: "Today, the Second Grain Station pays wages. I went to work for half a day last month. I earned a total of 25 cents. This little money
I couldn't buy anything, so I thought about buying a pack of cigarettes for my dad. The result...
The result is like this. I'm a petty person, and I don't understand the rules here. All the uncles and aunties here have watched me grow up. Please make up your mind for me. These days we
Mr. Yan has also noticed the situation of the Zhou family. It is wrong to take care of more and less. He also made a mistake. Today, I, Zhou Wenzhong, am shameless. Let me say it boldly. With your three stewards here, I can't
Pretend not to see it, pretend not to care! I believe in the principles of fairness and impartiality of the three stewards. I, Zhou Wenzhong, am easy to talk to, so I will just say something and it will be fine no matter what! No matter what the three stewards decide, I will accept it!"
There was nothing wrong with what Zhou Wenzhong said. He praised everyone so highly that he walked away. Some people who smoked Zhou Wenzhong's cigarettes nodded in support.
At the same time, these words put pressure on the three stewards. Yi Zhonghai and Liu Haizhong looked at Yan Bugui, come on! It's your turn. After all, this is what happened in the front yard, so it's reasonable to do so.
It's up to you, Yan Bugui, to make the decision. And you live across from the Zhou family, so you know some things better. In the end, Liu Haizhong and I don't have to take responsibility or complain.
Yan Bugui smoked a cigarette with a pensive expression. After a moment, he said: "After all, this is a matter for the Zhou family. Old Zhou is the head of the household. Old Zhou! Come to your senses! Let me ask you one last time, is Zhou Wenzhong your family?"
The boss will be his successor in the future. Are you sure you want to separate from him?"
"Well... things have reached this point, and as a father, I can only..."
"Don't be vague, hesitant, or add any qualifying words. The three of us will ask you one sentence, does what you just said count? Do you want to separate the family? Just answer: yes or no?"
Yan Bugui is indeed a learned man. With these words, he has pulled the other two stewards onto the battlefield and at the same time thrown the responsibility to Zhou Deming.
Zhou Deming closed his eyes and replied: "Yes! I am a branch of the family, so you have to..."
"That's enough! Just give me your answer. How many times have you made trouble about your family these days? Then I'll divide it according to your request!"
Zhou Deming yelled in his heart: This is all a trick made by that kid! Also! How come it’s what I asked for? Didn’t you three ask me to answer it? I am Rite’s grandma!
Ma Guihong in the room sneezed twice in a row.
"Ah, cut...ah, cut..."
Yan Bugui heard the sound of Ma Guihong sneezing in the room. Maybe he was still thinking about saving the situation, so he asked Zhou Deming: "Zhou Wenzhong is not the one who has the final say. What does your wife mean?"
Ma Guihong in the room shouted bluntly: "I listen to our Lao Zhou! No matter how you arrange it, you can do it!"
Yan Bugui nodded, stood up and clapped his hands to signal everyone to be quiet.
"Okay, stop yelling. There have been examples of family separation since ancient times. This is nothing new."
Zhou Wenzhong interjected: "Teacher Yan, this idiom has been used since ancient times, right? It should be replaced by folk customs."
Yan Bugui suddenly realized that he even expressed his gratitude to Zhou Wenzhong from the bottom of his heart. Using the wrong idiom would be a big problem. Everyone is cautious these days.
"Yes! It's a folk custom, so let's separate the family! Zhou Wenzhong, your father asked for a family separation, why don't you say a few words?"
"My father wants to separate the family. As a son, what can I say? Woo hoo..." After saying this, he started to cry again.
"Okay! You calm down first, I will write the documents for the separation of the family."
"Teacher Yan, if possible, name it with: [Support Agreement] or [Family Agreement]."
"Okay! Then I'll write as you say. Lao Zhou, do you have any objections?"
Yan Bugui was just being polite and did not care about Zhou Deming's opinion at all. He directly cleaned the table, wiped the table, took out a stack of white paper and pen from his arms, thought for a moment with a cigarette in his hand, and started
Formal writing.
The people who were joining in the fun outside the door also stood on tiptoe and poked their heads into the Zhou family room. Some people had never seen the process of family separation. They also walked to the dining table and got behind Yan Bugui, craning their necks to see how the family separation documents should be.
Write. Wait until tomorrow. This will be the topic of conversation after dinner.
Zhou Wenzhong moved a stool and sat next to the dining table, smoking a cigarette and adding a few words to Yan Bugui from time to time. At the same time, he also lit cigarettes for the three stewards. At this time, Zhou Deming was like a baby, being pointed out by the big guys.