"I..." Yi Zhonghai said "fuck you" halfway through, and finally saw that it was Du Fei. He let out a sigh of relief and said, "Why are you so silent? Just in time, I'll give you the things back."
As he spoke, he took out a handful of hardware from his pocket and handed it over.
Du Fei took it and said with a smile, "Thank you, sir. It's thanks to your intervention this time. Let me tell you, this courtyard needs a man with such high moral character and respect who is willing to do practical things for the neighbors to be able to suppress it."
Du Fei gave him a free top hat.
Yi Zhonghai felt happy after hearing this.
I heard what the aunt said just now. Du Fei not only has connections in the district, but also has a firm foothold in the street office, so the weight of his words is naturally different from usual.
At this moment, a miserable cry suddenly came from Jia's house.
That sound was obviously a stick sound, and I don’t know what Qin Huairu was hit with, as if someone had stepped on his tail. ??
Yi Zhonghai turned his head and looked over, with complex emotions in his eyes, and sighed, "This little stick... ugh~"
Yi Zhonghai and his wife, who are so old and have no children, although the salary of an eighth-level fitter is 99 yuan a month and their living conditions are not bad, they are worried about their future pension.
A few years ago, Shazhu's father ran away with the widow, leaving behind the brother and sister Shazhu and Yuyu. The uncle often helped them, just so that one day, Shazhu could provide for him until he died.
There is also the Jia family. After Jia Dongxu died, there were two widows and three children left.
Yi Zhonghai also helps whenever he can and does a lot of favors, which is also true.
In fact, the so-called old-age care is second to the end of life. Yi Zhonghai and his wife have a lot of savings, and the factory will not ignore it when they get old in the future.
What they really worry about is what’s behind them!
Those who have no children, no one to wave flags or mourn after death, no one to burn paper during festivals, that is what is truly desolate.
Originally Yi Zhonghai still coveted Banggeng, but just now at Jia's house, after he explained the situation, Banggeng looked at him with the same eyes as the little wolf, full of hatred and anger.
The previous help to the Jia family and the kindness to their brothers and sisters have become meaningless.
At this time, at Qin Huairu's house, Banggeng's screams were still heard.
Du Fei was not interested in listening anymore, so he said hello to Yi Zhonghai, turned around and went back to the backyard, stuffed the retrieved hardware under the canvas, then pushed the bicycle, and wanted to go back to the Red Star Hotel.
Before leaving the Moon Gate, Qin Huairu's door suddenly opened and a person rushed out.
It was a cold day, so he didn't wear a cotton-padded jacket, so he just wore a sweater and staggered around to the back of the room.
Over there was a vegetable cellar where Chinese cabbage was stored in the winter, and there were piles of debris in the aisle. The man was surprisingly familiar with the way, bypassing all kinds of obstacles in the dark, opening the cellar door and getting in.
Du Fei didn't expect that the pretty widow with a plump figure could be as active as a naked rabbit.
In fact, he was so blind that he didn't even see who it was.
But when she came out of Jia's house, because she didn't wear a big cotton-padded jacket, she looked even more graceful. She couldn't be that old pious woman from Jia Zhang's family!
Du Fei blinked and saw no one was around. He rolled his eyes, put his bicycle aside and followed.
As soon as I approached the cellar door, I heard a dull cry coming from inside.
Du Fei opened the door gently and walked in.
It was pitch black inside and there were no lights on.
I could only vaguely see a person sitting on a wooden shelf where debris was piled. He huddled up and covered his face with his hands. , shoulders shaking, crying loudly.
He was probably too immersed in crying and didn't notice anyone following him. He didn't notice until Du Fei got close to him. He was so frightened that he trembled all over. He raised his head sharply and shouted, "Who!"
"It's me~" Du Fei responded, "I saw you running out crying just now. I was afraid something would happen to you, so I followed you."
Qin Huairu heard Du Fei's voice and felt inexplicably relieved. Fortunately, it was not Shazhu, Xu Damao, or anyone else.
It stands to reason that Qin Huairu is grateful to Shazhu for supporting her family in the past few years, and also has some feelings for Shazhu.
But at this moment, hearing Du Fei's voice, the pretty widow naturally came up with this idea.
How could she, a smart woman like her, not see what Silly Zhu was thinking about her, but she didn't really like Silly Zhu very much in her heart.
Although Si Zhu is honest, honest and kind-hearted, his appearance is average and cannot be compared with the fair and elegant Jia Dongxu. He is also slovenly and unkempt.
Although Qin Huairu is now down and out, she used to be proud and arrogant when she was a girl.
Even though she came from the countryside, she is a girl, but she is beautiful. No one in the village dares to look down on her easily, because you are not sure whether this girl will marry the son of the brigade secretary or become the daughter-in-law of the county leader.
.
Later, she married in the capital city. Although she had a mother-in-law who was difficult to take care of, her husband was energetic and he had an iron rice bowl from a large state-owned factory, so the family had no worries about food and clothing.
Until this time, Qin Huairu was still proud. Every time she went back to her parents' home, she always brought enough things with her and was surrounded by fellow villagers, saying envious and complimentary words.
However, with the death of Jia Dongxu, all this became a dream.
She had to go to the factory to take over the job right after giving birth to a child. After completing the heavy workload, she also had to endure the teasing of the men who smelled of engine oil, deal with them, and make mistakes.
If it weren't for Banggeng and her three children, she wouldn't have been able to hold on long ago.
But the stick figure is still ignorant. Not only did he not study well in school, he actually started stealing things!
If you just steal some scraps and rags, it would be fine, but Banggeng dares to steal workpieces from the steel factory. He has to be caught to pay for it!
Last time Qin Huairu gave him a hard beating, thinking that he had to restrain himself no matter what, but unexpectedly something happened again in the blink of an eye, and he was personally visited by the uncle.
Just now, Qin Huairu's head was buzzing when she heard what Yi Zhonghai said. What made her even more desperate was that there was no trace of the stubborn expression on Banggen's face that she was wrong.
After sending the uncle away, Qin Huairu felt that all her strength had been drained away, and then she became angry again and hit the stick several times.
Although the stick was beaten so hard that he screamed and yelled that I was wrong at first, but later on, he became more stubborn and stared hard, gritting his teeth and groaning.
Qin Huairu had no choice but to cry loudly.
But she didn't dare to cry at home, and even if the neighbors asked about her, she couldn't explain it, so she went to the cellar to vent her emotions.
Unexpectedly, Du Fei looked at him.
The pretty widow tried her best to suppress her sobs and wiped the tears on her face with her hands. She suddenly realized that it was pitch black here and she could only see the outline of a person in front of her, not her face at all.
Qin Huairu breathed a sigh of relief. She subconsciously didn't want Du Fei to see his current embarrassment.
Du Fei said, "Sister Qin, as long as you're fine and you can cry, don't go back too late. I'll go back first."
"Wait a minute!" Qin Huairu blurted out to stop Du Fei. He opened his mouth but didn't know what to say... "I..." Yi Zhonghai said 'fuck me' halfway through, and finally saw that it was Du Fei, with a long hair
He said in a tone of voice, "Why are you so silent? Just in time, I'll give you the things back."
As he spoke, he took out a handful of hardware from his pocket and handed it over.
Du Fei took it and said with a smile, "Thank you, sir. It's thanks to your intervention this time. If you ask me, this courtyard needs a man with such high moral integrity and willingness to do practical things for the neighbors to be able to suppress it."
Du Fei gave him a free top hat.
Yi Zhonghai felt happy after hearing this.
I heard what the aunt said just now. Du Fei not only has connections in the district, but also has a firm foothold in the street office, so the weight of his words is naturally different from usual.
At this moment, a miserable cry suddenly came from Jia's house.
It was obviously a stick sound, and I don't know what Qin Huairu was hit with, as if someone had stepped on his tail.
Yi Zhonghai turned to look over, with complex emotions in his eyes, and sighed, "This little stick... ugh~"
Yi Zhonghai and his wife, who are so old and have no children, although the salary of an eighth-level fitter is 99 yuan a month and their living conditions are not bad, they are worried about their future pension.
A few years ago, Shazhu's father ran away with the widow, leaving behind the brother and sister Shazhu and Yuyu. The uncle often took care of them, just so that one day, Shazhu could support him until his death.
There is also the Jia family. After Jia Dongxu died, there were two widows and three children left.
Yi Zhonghai also helps whenever he can, and does a lot of favors, which is also true.
In fact, the so-called old age care is second to the end of life. Yi Zhonghai and his wife have a lot of savings, and the factory will not ignore it when they are old in the future.
What they really worry about is what’s behind them!
Those who have no children, no one to wave flags or mourn after death, no one to burn paper during festivals, that is the real desolation.
Originally, Yi Zhonghai still coveted Banggeng, but just now at Jia's house, after he explained the situation, Banggeng looked at him with the same eyes as the little wolf, full of hatred and anger.
The previous help to the Jia family and the kindness to their brothers and sisters have become meaningless.
At this time, at Qin Huairu's house, Banggeng's screams were still heard.
Du Fei was not interested in listening anymore, so he said hello to Yi Zhonghai, turned around and went back to the backyard, stuffed the retrieved hardware under the canvas, then pushed the bicycle, and wanted to go back to the Red Star Hotel.
Before leaving the Moon Gate, Qin Huairu's door suddenly opened and a person rushed out.
It was a cold day, so he didn't wear a cotton-padded jacket, so he just wore a sweater and staggered around to the back of the room.
Over there was a vegetable cellar where Chinese cabbage was stored in the winter, and there were piles of debris in the aisle. The man was surprisingly familiar with the way, bypassing all kinds of obstacles in the dark, opening the cellar door and getting in.
Du Fei didn't expect that the pretty widow with a plump figure could be as active as a naked rabbit.
In fact, he was so blind that he didn't even see who it was.
But when she came out of Jia's house, because she didn't wear a big cotton-padded jacket, she looked even more graceful. She couldn't be that old pious woman from Jia Zhang's family!
Du Fei blinked and saw no one was around. He rolled his eyes, put his bicycle aside and followed.
As soon as I approached the cellar door, I heard a dull cry coming from inside.
Du Fei opened the door gently and walked in.
It was pitch black inside and there were no lights on.
I could only vaguely see a person sitting on a wooden shelf where debris was piled. He huddled up and covered his face with his hands. , shoulders shaking, crying loudly.
He was probably too immersed in crying and didn't notice anyone following him. He didn't notice until Du Fei got close to him. He was so frightened that he trembled all over. He raised his head sharply and shouted, "Who!"
"It's me~" Du Fei responded, "I saw you running out crying just now. I was afraid something would happen to you, so I followed you."
Qin Huairu heard Du Fei's voice and felt inexplicably relieved. Fortunately, it was not Shazhu, Xu Damao, or anyone else.
It stands to reason that Qin Huairu is grateful to Shazhu for supporting her family in the past few years, and also has some feelings for Shazhu.
But at this moment, hearing Du Fei's voice, the pretty widow naturally came up with this idea.
How could she, a smart woman like her, not see what Silly Zhu was thinking about her, but she didn't really like Silly Zhu very much in her heart.
Although Si Zhu is honest, honest and kind-hearted, his appearance is average and cannot be compared with the fair and elegant Jia Dongxu. He is also slovenly and unkempt.
Although Qin Huairu is now down and out, she used to be proud and arrogant when she was a girl.
Even though she came from the countryside, she is a girl, but she is beautiful. No one in the village dares to look down on her easily, because you are not sure whether this girl will marry the son of the brigade secretary or become the daughter-in-law of the county leader.
.
Later, she married in the capital city. Although she had a mother-in-law who was difficult to take care of, her husband was energetic and he had an iron rice bowl from a large state-owned factory, so the family had no worries about food and clothing.
Until this time, Qin Huairu was still proud. Every time she went back to her parents' home, she always brought enough things with her and was surrounded by fellow villagers, saying envious and complimentary words.
However, with the death of Jia Dongxu, all this became a dream.
She had to go to the factory to take over the job right after giving birth to a child. After completing the heavy workload, she also had to endure the teasing of the men who smelled of engine oil, deal with them, and make mistakes.
If it weren't for Banggeng and her three children, she wouldn't have been able to hold on long ago.
But the stick figure is still ignorant. Not only did he not study well in school, he actually started stealing things!
If you just steal some scraps and rags, it would be fine, but Banggeng dares to steal workpieces from the steel factory. He has to be caught to pay for it!
Last time Qin Huairu gave him a hard beating, thinking that he had to restrain himself no matter what, but unexpectedly something happened again in the blink of an eye, and he was personally visited by the uncle.
Just now, Qin Huairu's head was buzzing when she heard what Yi Zhonghai said. What made her even more desperate was that there was no trace of the stubborn expression on Banggen's face that she was wrong.
After sending the uncle away, Qin Huairu felt that all her strength had been drained away, and then she became angry again and hit the stick several times.
Although the stick was beaten so hard that he screamed and yelled that I was wrong at first, but later on, he became more stubborn and stared hard, gritting his teeth and groaning.
Qin Huairu had no choice but to cry loudly.
But she didn't dare to cry at home, and even if the neighbors asked about her, she couldn't explain it, so she went to the cellar to vent her emotions.
Unexpectedly, Du Fei looked at him.
The pretty widow tried her best to suppress her sobs and wiped the tears on her face with her hands. She suddenly realized that it was pitch black here and she could only see the outline of a person in front of her, not her face at all.
Qin Huairu breathed a sigh of relief. She subconsciously didn't want Du Fei to see his current embarrassment.
Du Fei said, "Sister Qin, as long as you're fine and you can cry, don't go back too late. I'll go back first."
"Wait a minute!" Qin Huairu blurted out to stop Du Fei, opened his mouth but didn't know what to say...