Siheyuan: I have broken space

After escaping from home in embarrassment, Zhou Bingkun put the three pieces of money back into the space.

He was also a little lucky. If he hadn't been discovered by his mother, it wouldn't have been so easy to solve it if he was seen by others outside.

Money can't be used, and gold can't be taken out easily. Do we still have to live a hard life?

Just like in my previous life, it was easier to keep secrets when I was alone. Now, living with my mother, I can't hide any secrets.

Zhou Bingkun was really troubled.

Cai Xiaoguang's family lives in a large Russian-style brick house with a beautiful courtyard, which is also a characteristic of Northeastern cities. Due to historical reasons, there are many houses of this style in Jichun City.

The original owner came once and helped his sister return a book through the wooden fence.

When we arrived at the roadside outside Cai's courtyard, we found three cars parked on the roadside, one of which was a military vehicle. There must have been many guests at his house.

Zhou Bingkun thought for a moment, and his relationship with Cai Xiaoguang hadn't reached that level yet, so it was really inappropriate to go there at this time.

Just as he was about to turn around and leave, another military jeep drove up and stopped slowly. Four young art soldiers, two men and two women, jumped out of the car, each carrying a musical instrument box. One of the boys loudly asked a girl:

"Cai Lele, how should I call your father?" The young female soldier named Cai Lele said: "Call him Colonel Cai, he would be the happiest!"

Zhou Bingkun remembered that his sister had said before that Cai Xiaoguang had a sister named Cai Lele.

Zhou Bingkun stopped Cai Lele and asked, "Is your brother Cai Xiaoguang?"

"yes."

"I'm your brother's friend, and I originally planned to talk to him about something. But seeing that there are a lot of guests at your house, it's hard to go in and disturb them. Can you help me bring these things to your brother?"

"Ah, apples, oranges." Several young art soldiers exclaimed.

Zhou Bingkun would not really listen to his mother, so he came over with fungus and mushroom. He put those things in the space and replaced them with fruits. Even if Cai Xiaoguang's father is of high status, he can't find such good fruits in his hands now.

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Cai Lele said with an excited expression: "Do you want me to call my brother out?"

"No need. Your brother and I are buddies. Just go back and tell him."

"Oh, what's your name?"

"Zhou Bingkun."

After Zhou Bingkun finished speaking, he did not stay long and left Cai Xiaoguang's home.

After leaving, Zhou Bingkun had no place to go, and his mother would definitely have to talk about it for a while because of what happened in the morning. After all, he was not the original owner, and he didn't have the patience to listen to the care of a relatively unfamiliar mother.

Zhou Bingkun decided to go and see Zheng Juan, whom the original owner was still thinking about before he died.

Zheng Juan's family is having a hard time, not only because she has no job, but also because she has avoided being forced to jump in line. The street sees her family's difficulties and does not go out of its way to make things difficult for her family.

But their family's supply could not be guaranteed. In this era where food stamps are required to buy everything, Zheng Juan's family could only buy food stamps at high prices from the black market.

The forty yuan the lame couple asked Zhou Bingkun to give seemed like a lot, but it could only make their family's life less tight.

What Zheng Juan's family lacks now is a variety of food, and they don't attach much importance to high-end products such as fruits.

Zhou Bingkun took out the fungus and mushrooms he brought from home, took some white flour and pork, and knocked on Zheng Juan's door.

The person who opened the door was Zheng Juan's younger brother, Zheng Guangming. He was an abandoned orphan, and Zheng Juan was also an abandoned orphan. From this, it can be seen that Zheng Juan's mother is worthy of respect.

It was also based on this that Zhou Bingkun agreed to help the original owner Zheng Juan's family.

"Brother Bingkun." Zheng Guangming called out in surprise.

Another old woman walked out of the room immediately. This was Zheng Juan's respectable adoptive mother.

"Auntie, I brought something for you."

Zheng's mother also had a look of surprise on her face and quickly took the things from Zhou Bingkun's hands.

Zhou Bingkun understands Zheng's mother's actions very well. Zheng Juan doesn't dare to go out at all now. She relies on Zheng's mother to manage the family. Her ability is only to ensure that the family is not hungry. If you want to eat well, that is

Very difficult.

"You come inside and sit for a while."

The Zheng family only has one house, which is fifteen or six square meters. The fire kang takes up half of the space. The window is on the wall connected to the kang, with a window sill only four fingers wide.

Zheng Juan was sitting on the kang and didn't look good on Zhou Bingkun because of the things he brought.

Zheng's mother pulled Zheng Juan and gave up her seat on the edge of the kang.

Zhou Bingkun also knew why Zheng Juan didn't give him a good look, and he understood it. After all, her husband was shot because he followed the cripple. If there was no resentment in his heart, it would make people feel cold.

Not to mention, Zheng Juan is indeed very beautiful. In the memory of the original owner, only his sister who ran away from home can rival Zheng Juan.

But Zhou Bingkun felt that Zheng Juan's eyes were full of panic, as if she had never lived a peaceful life.

If such a look appeared on Qin Huairu, Si Zhu would probably have no hope of regretting it.

The room was only so big. Zheng Juan sat on the bed because she was pregnant, and Zhou Bingkun occupied the seat on the edge of the kang. Zheng's mother could only sit on the chair in the corner, and Zheng Guangming sat next to Zheng's mother.

Feeling that the atmosphere was a bit awkward, Zhou Bingkun said: "I got these things from home. During the Chinese New Year, I also got some delicious food for Guangming."

Zheng Juan said: "Are you stupid? You took the risk to help them deliver things and then filled it in yourself."

Maybe this word number thing has nothing to do with Cripple and the others, Zheng Juan's attitude has improved a lot.

Zheng's mother hoped that Zhou Bingkun could continue to send money to their family, and Zhou Bingkun also wanted to find out about Zheng Juan's character.

Sure enough, Zheng Juan, who grew up under the education of such a mother, also learned many excellent qualities from Zheng's mother. Of course, Zheng's mother's greed for money under the oppression of life has not yet been learned from her family.

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Zhou Bingkun thinks this is not bad. What Zheng Juan wants is a home where he can feel at ease. And he has many secrets, so what he needs is a helper who he can feel at ease with.

Zheng Juan is just a suitable candidate.

However, there is another problem now, that is, Zheng Juan is pregnant. He may not mind that Zheng Juan has been married, but he is unwilling to help others raise this child.

If the child is really born, that's it. He can't abandon the child. Now, the child has not been born yet, so there is another option.

Thinking of this, Zhou Bingkun hesitated again.

He didn't know what the relationship between Zheng Juan and Tu Ziqiang was like, and he couldn't make any promise to her now, so he rashly persuaded a widow he had only met twice to have an abortion, which was a bit difficult to say.

This can be regarded as his third life. He actually encountered such a thing, which made him smile bitterly in his heart.

Zhou Bingkun and Tu Ziqiang were a "pair" who worked and rested at the same time. Although their friendship was not good, they had not heard of Tu Ziqiang's marriage.

The relationship between Zheng Juan and him shouldn't be that deep.

Thinking of this, Zhou Bingkun finally found a reason for himself.

"What are your plans?"

The Zheng family all raised their heads and looked at Zhou Bingkun, even Zheng Guangming, although he wouldn't see anything.

Now that he had spoken, Zhou Bingkun said again, "I'm talking about this child, what do you think about it?"