Siheyuan: I'm Shazhu's Neighbor

The cold wind is blowing.

Qin Jingru walked out of Jia's house.

Facing a thin figure, the sudden approach made Qin Jingru stare at the person in front of her with vigilance.

"Yan Jiefang, look for my cousin."

Qin Jingru asked subconsciously.

Her reputation in the courtyard is actually not good at all, especially when she was young, she did some wrong things, so she is almost at a distance from the residents of the courtyard.

I generally don’t take the initiative to say hello.

She wants to forget how miserable she was.

Although the culprit of these things is Xu Damao, she did use some shameless tricks in order to marry into the Xu family.

The ticking ice cannot bear the intrusion of the cold wind.

Falling from the roof.

"Be careful."

Yan Jiefang, who originally wanted to be a hero to save the beauty, was a step too late after all. Qin Jingru was nervous and missed the biting ice, but still fell into her cotton-padded jacket.

Ouch.

A charming drink.

Qin Jingru quickly tried to take out Bingling with her hands, but she couldn't reach her back.

Fortunately, Yan Jiefang took a quick step next to him.

Rush in front of her.

From the neck, he stretched out his dark palm and took out the ice. This scene happened to be seen by Xu Damao, and his teeth itched with hatred in his heart, and he wanted to rush out immediately.

Give Yan Jiefang a brain boost.

Nima.

Yan Jiefang, who has no ability whatsoever and is like a lost dog, was forgotten in the kitchen by the third uncle’s family. Why does he still want to get involved with his ex-wife? Doesn’t he know that Lord Ma has three eyes?

I don’t know what it means.

"Take it out."

Yan Jiefang looked at the ice in his hand.

Throw it in the snow.

"Thank you."

Qin Jingru smiled brightly. She understood Yan Jiefang's gaze too well. She worked in the street office, and from time to time there were some street kids in society who wanted to kiss Fangze.

It's better to just become a ready-made father.

What a pity.

No one is attracted to her.

The Yan Jiefang in front of her wants nothing more than a piece of trash. She might as well go to Section Chief Liu of the street office?

After all, he is very caring towards her.

"Then what?"

Yan Jiefang was silent for a moment and said hesitantly: "Can I treat you to dinner?"

A burst of laughter.

Infecting Yan Jiefang's mind.

This guy hasn't talked to other women for a long time. He spends three days fishing and two days drying nets. Most of the time, he lives in the kitchen, looking confused.

"I have things to do for the time being."

"Let's wait for a while."

Qin Jingru did not refuse directly, but she also left some dignity for Yan Jiefang, and did not want to make things very embarrassing. She still made great progress in terms of dealing with people.

Although not as smooth as Qin Huairu.

But she also doesn’t have her very strong utilitarianism.

Most of the time.

Still very easy to talk to.

"After that week."

Yan Jiefang was still having his own whims, and Qin Jingru couldn't interrupt his thoughts, so she found an excuse and left.

He was still giggling on the spot.

Seeing this scene, Xu Damao rushed out.

Punched him.

"Nima."

"Yan Jiefang, do you know that you are seeking death?" Xu Damao warned rudely.

"What does it have to do with you?"

Yan Jiefang was a little puzzled.

While he was still dreaming about becoming a soft-boiled boy in one step, he was carried away by Xu Damao's anger.

A disdainful glance.

"You don't even look at your body. You have no tattoos, a scruffy beard, and most importantly, you smell bad. Who would fall in love with you? You were just perfunctory."

"I really feel like I can take shortcuts."

Xu Damao retorted unceremoniously.

"You are jealous."

Yan Jiefang doesn't want to be like Xu Damao.

Walking towards his little shabby house.

"Dad, I might be in love."

Go to the door.

After turning a corner, Yan Jiefang returned home. In the dim room, Yan Laoji was still the same, reluctant to turn on even the light, and the radio was still turned on very low.

You have to prick your ears to hear it.

He was holding a handful of peanuts in his hand, soaked in wine, and humming a tune by himself.

The other side.

The third aunt sat dizzy beside the briquette stove, carefully sewing the insoles.

This is almost all the property of the third uncle.

None of the four brothers lives at home.

It seems a little spacious.

But even so, the third uncle did not let Yan Jiefang come back and live in the original back room, because he felt embarrassed.

"Love?"

Yan Laojie was also a teacher at Hongxing Primary School before, and he had heard of such a term, but from the bottom of his heart he did not believe that anyone would fall in love with Yan Jiefang, and it was not like he had never dated a thick-looking woman before.

But this doesn’t mean we haven’t insisted on pulling down.

The main reason still appears in Yan Jiefang.

I don’t know how to make progress.

Blindly hiding behind women.

I still want to let others raise her.

Is it a waste of money to raise such a big boy?

But whether it's standing or lying down, this guy is out of tune and basically a loser. What's the secret to two people living harmoniously together?

Aren’t they the same old ones?

Don’t have money.

Either you can serve the girl comfortably.

This thing doesn’t occupy even one end.

Now we’re talking about falling in love.

However, the third uncle did not dampen his son's positive attitude.

asked rhetorically.

"Can you tell me whose daughter it is?"

Yan Laochao also has a clue in his heart.

If there is a particularly unreliable family, he can also say hello in advance, but this will definitely not involve them.

This is the bottom line for the third uncle.

"Qin Jingru."

It’s really hard to say anything surprising.

Yan Laojie opened his eyes wide.

I wish I could wake up this guy.

What are you daydreaming about?

Do you really think you are invincible?

Everyone took the initiative to come closer.

Xu Damao in the front yard is no richer than you, and he looks pretty good. He hasn’t shown any sign of aging after so many years.

Why didn’t I get Qin Jingru’s favor?

Now it's your turn.

"I think you'd better forget it."

Yan Laojie narrowed his eyes, beat the rhythm of the opera, and hummed a ditty in his mouth.

The demeanor of an outsider.

"Why?"

Yan Jiefang originally wanted the three elders and his wife to be happy for the decision he made, instead of being ruthlessly ridiculed by his own old man.

"You don't understand?"

Yan Laoji looked at him disappointedly.

There is no inheritance at all of the so-called narrow-mindedness.

"What would Qin Jingru like in you? You are unkempt, you are still unemployed at home, taking advantage of the elderly, or you don't even have a house to stay in..."

Yan Lao digs out three sentences.

Directly describe Yan Jiefang's doubtful life.

"You're over forty, why is it still unrealistic at all?" Yan Laojie looked helplessly at the 'big boy' in front of him. It really didn't make him worry at all.

"Maybe she just likes me like this?"

The whimsical Yan Jiefang HIA wanted to refute.