Aunt Zhang said she wanted to go home and cook quickly, but actually she forced Zhou Qingfeng to chat under the street lamp for more than an hour before she even thought about leaving. He sent the old lady to take a taxi, and when he reached the sidewalk, he listened to
A clear voice was selling oranges.
"Aunt Zhang, you see it's not easy for you to come here. I don't have anything to give you. I just want to buy a few kilograms of oranges and you can take them away." After this exchange of courtesy, Zhou Qingfeng felt that it would be hard for the old lady to go back empty-handed.
Just when he walked to the orange stall, Zhou Qingfeng exclaimed, "Sister Yuan, are you setting up a stall here?"
The orange stall is just a wooden cart, and behind the cart is Yuan Mei, who is dressed in simple clothes. This young woman is standing half-length in the shade of a tree, and the street lights cannot shine on her.
Listening to Zhou Qingfeng's shouting, the young woman immediately started to tremble, "Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, do you want an orange? Baotian, three yuan..., three yuan and a half a pound".
Oranges from other stores cost at least four and a half yuan, and the better ones cost six or seven yuan. The young woman only sells them for three and a half yuan, which is really cheap.
However, Zhou Qingfeng glanced around and did not see that weakling Guo Jiaming. He said with a cold face: "There are few pedestrians on this road and there are many gangsters making trouble at night. It is not safe for you, a woman, to set up a stall here. Why not
Going to the night market? Do you think you don’t have enough troubles?"
The young woman seemed to be scared to death of the stern-faced Zhou Qingfeng. She took half a step back timidly and said timidly: "There are also gangsters in the night market, and they also charge protection fees. All my money is on this orange stall.
No, I can’t go to the night market.”
Zhou Qingfeng looked at the pile of oranges again. They were all very good. They seemed to have been carefully selected and wholesaled at the farmer's market. "Are you so poor? Where is your man? I won't watch the stall with you tonight."
, where did he go?"
The young woman lowered her head and said nothing. After being pressed for several questions by Zhou Qingfeng, she whispered: "He is watching TV at home."
"What the fuck." Zhou Qingfeng felt very angry when he heard this. How could a woman be out in the public eye and work hard to earn money, while an old man was leisurely watching TV at home? He turned around and wanted to go to the residents.
Lou took that weakling out and beat him up.
"No, no, Xiao Zhou, don't do this!" When the young woman saw Zhou Qingfeng's furious look, she quickly chased him out from behind the stall, grabbed his arm and said, "Xiao Zhou, save some face for me, sister.
Now I live by this face. Sister, please stop making trouble. If you make a big fuss, my face will be disgraceful."
"You've already lived like this, what else do you want?" Zhou Qingfeng shouted angrily: "Why don't you get a divorce? Do you have to live with a loser? If you don't feel tired, I feel tired for you.
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But the young woman just cried, shook her head, and held Zhou Qingfeng tightly with both hands, refusing to let him go. At most, she begged a few words, 'Don't make the matter too big.'
Aunt Zhang, who had been watching for a long time, had had her fill of gossip, so she came up and advised them together: "Xiao Zhou, please don't interfere in this couple's affairs. My daughter's family also wants to show their face, so you make a big fuss about it."
How can little Yuan live his life now that he's gone?"
After Aunt Zhang persuaded Zhou Qingfeng, she came to persuade the young woman again, "Xiao Yuan, do you remember Auntie? I watched you grow up. I know your parents well, and you have to call me 'Auntie' in terms of seniority."
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The young woman obediently called "Auntie", 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 plan in her heart.
Returning to the orange stall, Zhou Qingfeng touched his pocket and took out three hundred yuan and said, "I've packed these oranges and sell them to me cheaper. Is that enough?"
The oranges on the trolley only weighed seventy or eighty kilograms, and three and a half kilograms was almost three hundred yuan. The young woman hesitated for a long time and said, "It doesn't cost that much. And why did you buy so many oranges?"
It’s easy to break if left for too long.”
"I eat too much, can't I?" Zhou Qingfeng threw down three hundred yuan and grabbed a few plastic bags from the orange stall. He put dozens of kilograms of oranges in seven or eight bags, and he threw two bags out to
Aunt Zhang, the rest was taken away by him alone.
Before leaving, Zhou Qingfeng also left the ramen and beef with soy sauce as a midnight snack and forced it on the young woman. At the end, he yelled at her, "I think you haven't eaten yet, so I'll leave this midnight snack for you."
It's too late. It's not safe at night. Go home quickly and don't run around outside.'
Waiting for Zhou Qingfeng to go away, Aunt Zhang, who was supposed to leave, has not left yet. The old lady leaned in front of the young woman and said comfortingly: "Okay, okay, don't cry. Xiao Zhou has a good heart, he
It’s for your own good!”
The young woman looked at the empty cart stall and then at the three hundred yuan in her hand. She wiped the corners of her eyes subconsciously and whispered: "I didn't cry. I know Xiao Zhou has a good heart, but he is always old."
He likes fierce people, and I am frightened by him."
"It's okay to be scared. I really like you." Aunt Zhang said with a smile.
But the young woman was really shocked and hurriedly denied: "Aunt, please don't talk nonsense. I have been married for several years and it has nothing to do with Xiao Zhou. I don't care anymore, so don't be bad.
Xiao Zhou’s reputation.”
However, Aunt Zhang changed the subject and continued to ask with a smile: "Xiao Yuan, what's going on between you and that boy from the Guo family? Just leave if you can't get along. You can't torture yourself to death. You don't owe them money."
Why should the Guo family hang themselves from a tree?"
The young woman sighed at first, and then shook her head and said nothing. Don't press the question, and then she said with tears: "I'm pregnant, I'm already twenty-eight, and I want this child. I don't want the child to be born without a father."
ah!"
As soon as she said this, Aunt Zhang sighed and felt sad. Two women, one old and one young, stood in front of the cart stall and wiped their tears.
Zhou Qingfeng returned to the residential building carrying several large bags of oranges. When he walked to the door of his house, he saw that the door of Guo's house next door was still a big hole sealed with a newspaper. There was a sound of fighting in the house. Who knew what was going on?
What TV show is showing?
Zhou Qingfeng stared at the big hole at the door of Guo's house with a sullen face, and then looked through the glass window at the flickering light and shadow of the TV in the Guo's house. He felt so hateful that he wanted to kill someone. He returned to the house and put down a few bags of oranges.
, but received another call from Aunt Zhang.
Ninety percent of the specific content of the phone call was just random chatter, but at the end, he asked Zhou Qingfeng, "Do you like my little wife?"
"Aunt, how can you? You are overthinking. I just feel that Sister Yuan is having a hard time and want to help her. I have no other intention." Zhou Qingfeng denied this because he couldn't explain it himself.
Why do you have to worry about your little wife's affairs?
In the past, Zhou Qingfeng wouldn't have taken it too seriously when he encountered such a mess - his life was difficult, who would care about the life and death of others? It's just that he had been hanging around in the wasteland for so many days, and many moral laws were against him
The constraints of his life were greatly weakened, and he began to do things based on his own will.
"I, an old lady, don't know what you men are thinking?" Regarding Zhou Qingfeng's denial, Aunt Zhang didn't say much, but she didn't quite believe her words. Instead, she said a few words about Yuan Mei's benefits and praised him.
A few sentences.
After hanging up the phone, Zhou Qingfeng didn't bother to think about the young woman's suffering anymore. The other party would rather suffer and suffer to look good. It was difficult for him to help, so he might as well go to bed.
The next day, Zhou Qingfeng still had nothing to do. He slept until noon as usual and then ran out to eat. At night, a title bar suddenly appeared on his computer, which read: Enter the wasteland again in twenty-four hours. You can take it with you.