Siheyuan: I'm Shazhu's Neighbor

Messy furnishings. 议

Clothes and pants are thrown around.

Bangge's curled up body is like a helpless person in a cage.

When he saw Qin Huairu, his eyes were full of mottled expressions, either sarcastic or nostalgic...

"Why are you throwing things away?"

Qin Huairu bent down, picked up the pants from the floor, folded them neatly, and put them into the sizzling wooden cabinet. Half of the glass outside had been broken.

The rest were covered with newspapers.

"Why are you here?" 议

Banggan did not reply to Qin Huairu's question, but hid under the quilt, with messy hair, gray spots, and too many wrinkles on his forehead.

"Come and see you."

In the dim room, Qin Huairu sat panting on the edge of the bed. She was old and in poor health. After cleaning the house for a long time, she was already so tired that she couldn't straighten up.

Leaky glass.

The north wind is blowing.

It seems to be mocking the fate of Bangge.

In a drafty house. 议

There might be room for someone to live there.

Ge Yuzhen left early and did not come back at night, as if this place was not her home at all, but just a hotel where she could come and take a look at any time.

Qin Huairu had long expected such a day.

BangGeng is a burden.

Not everyone has her patience and can keep waiting for the stick to get better.

"When you went to Xu Damao's new restaurant to eat and drink, how could you have thought that there was a disabled person like me in the house?"

Flying snow in June. 藮

Not as good as today’s words.

The fingers of the stick are dark.

Fingernails picking at teeth.

Does this mean you have given up completely?

"I'm afraid you're going to do some mischief."

"Besides, Xu Damao may not necessarily welcome you if you go there."

Words of explanation.议

Perhaps Banggeng had listened too much, but he stared at Qin Huairu quietly with a somewhat sarcastic look.

"Don't you think it's embarrassing for me?"

He knows everything.

Even if he did something wrong, the only thing is that he just doesn't know how to change it, and he doesn't want to change his current situation. He can obviously change his ways immediately and follow Silly Zhu.

Be a chef.

Feed yourself.

But he still felt that this was a bit tiring. It was not as good as when he was a child, when he could have endless candies and have someone pay for whatever he wanted to do, even if it was to decorate the antique calligraphy and paintings in Xu Dongqing's house.

Sell ​​it.

No one will say a single word 'no'.

"No one will spoil you."

Qin Huairu secretly wiped away a tear between her eyebrows.

I don’t know when.

Banggeng became rebellious, she may have lacked care, and Jia Zhang kept saying bad things in the middle.

Everything is almost destined.议

People's hearts change.

Nothing is back on track.

"Don't be a cat and a mouse here, fake mercy!"

BangGeng is a little angry.

He stared at Qin Huairu's back with violent eyes, showing an embarrassed expression.

"These are all your fault."

The stick's trembling fingers, whether intentionally or not, were not pointed at 3 Qin Huairu, but at the missing corner of the window. 议

The north wind blows.

The temperature inside the house has dropped a bit.

Bangge unconsciously wrapped the quilt around his body.

"Don't think about those messy things."

"As a mother, I don't ask you to get ahead, I just ask you to be safe and sound, and to have a close person by your side to take care of you when you get old. I don't have much time left to live."

Qin Huairu said silently.

A trace of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth.议

Ahem!

On the snow-white handkerchief.

A plum blossom stained with a sad, blood-red color.

"What's going on?"

Banggan looked at the gray-haired Qin Huairu with an expression of disbelief.

"Tired."

"My heart is always heavy, how can I not get sick?"

Qin Huairu seemed to be talking about a trivial matter.

Open your mouth lightly.

Only Banggeng seemed to feel that the sky was falling. Although he had a lot of resentment towards Qin Huairu, he still took good care of him on weekdays. If Qin Huairu left.

What about his situation?

I dare not think about it.

Dragging a pair of disabled legs, should you go out to beg?

"No!"

"You must be lying to me."

"Why is there something wrong with your body?"

Bangge doesn’t want to accept the current facts.

Screaming silently.

With muddy tears, she hid under the quilt, not daring to look at Qin Huairu.

Now he can still have Qin Huairu watching over him, what if he leaves?

"Child."议

"Don't worry."

"People will leave one day."

"It shouldn't be."

The stick stalk hiding under the quilt revealed a pair of ferocious bloody eyes.

"You can let Shazhu take responsibility."

Haha.

Accompanied by a sneer.议

Qin Huairu's face gradually turned pale.

"He doesn't have much ability to help me anymore. He can persist one day at a time." Qin Huairu looked at all the sticks that would only shift the responsibility to other people for so many years.

You haven’t learned to take responsibility for yourself.

Blindly shirking responsibility.

When there is no one around him, that is when he is alone.

Do you still want to beg on the street?

...议

"No."

"Si Zhu loves you so much. And Xu Dongqing, isn't he still staying in Sijiu City?"

"He can't abandon you."

Muttering to oneself.

Some confusing memes.

Persuaded.

"No chance." 议

"Silly Zhu, he has no ability."

"As for Xu Dongqing, maybe he doesn't have that idea at all. We owe him too much, and we may not be able to pay it back in the next life. Can we still expect him to provide for me in my old age?"

Qin Huairu's bitter eyes.

Looking out the window.

A waning moon.

A ray of moonlight could still be seen shining on the broken window, making her pale face clearly visible.

"Them?"

I don’t know what to say?

He is not stupid, he is just unwilling to face this cold reality.

"Won't help."

"Unless Xu Dongqing takes care of me like a aunt, but what about you?"

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"Especially you."

"Xu Dongqing won't help you one bit."

Qin Huairu said bitterly.

"Why doesn't he help me?"

BangGeng asked rhetorically.

But I don’t know if I’m asking myself, Qin Huairu, or Xu Dongqing. Unfortunately, Xu Dongqing is not here, but at Han Chunming’s home.

Can you help?

Getting married soon.

Naturally, you need to have relatives and friends around you.

...议

"Why else?"

"It's not like you disappointed him too much. The value of those antique calligraphy and paintings has already exceeded what I paid. If you hadn't sold them at a low price, they would be worth what they are now."

"Our family can definitely live a prosperous life."

"That's just a drop in the bucket."

BangGeng retorted.

"But it's not yours."

"Why do you ask Xu Dongqing to manipulate life according to your wishes? He is also a living person, not a tool."

"I'm not convinced."

BangGeng is hiding in bed.

Enduring the pain in my knees, I was sweating profusely.

Qin Huairu stood up calmly. Although she was extremely disappointed, when she saw that Banggeng still put all her life-long events above the mercy of Xu Dongqing.

Go to the door.

Lock the door!

Not convinced! 议

This is not an excuse to blackmail others for help. The only thing is that no one knows about her difficult situation. She wants too much and no one can satisfy her. She looks at the lonely third uncle sitting on the pony at the door.

The cold wind is blowing.

"Third uncle, why haven't you gone to bed yet?"

Qin Huairu sat next to Yan Bugui.

Looking calmly at the busy traffic in the alley, young people in twos and threes, walking hand in hand in the alley, showed a pure smile, without their dirty calculations.

More often.

Maybe you don’t even bother to look at them.议

"I'm waiting for someone."

Yan Bugui's eyes were cloudy, and he held the crutch in his hand tightly with both hands. He still refused to give up.

"Yan Jiefang!"

Qin Huairu smiled.

The helpless smile is filled with endless sadness.

"Hmm."

"You no longer have enough capital to bring him back. If you have any, will you give it to him?"

Qin Huairu asked rhetorically.

A car drives by.

There was a splash of water.

In the muddy alley.

I don’t know when it started to rain.

"People's hearts cannot be measured by money. I am their father." Yan Bugui may have been touched on a painful point, and his tone was full of too much meaning that was difficult to understand.

Haha.藮

"Third uncle, go home."

"If they are willing to go home and take a look, then you will not sit on the bench at the door, but cook the dishes at home, waiting for Yan Jiefang to serve them."

"The family looked out the window talking and laughing."

"A romantic life."

Hey!

"My mistakes were always made inadvertently, but when I wanted to make up for it, I had no chance to make up for it." Yan Bugui held the crutch tightly.

Stand up slowly.议

Suddenly.

A dark shadow.

Help Yan Bugui up.

Dressed in pitch black.

Wearing a black hat.

There's just a faint scar on the face.

"Why are you back?" 藮

A warm current.

Let Yan Bugui's heart be completely warmed up.

"Come back and stay for a while."

"I've been wandering around alone a lot, so I still want to go home and have a look. Although you, old lady, are stingy, it's still better than me renting a house alone." Yan Jiefang smiled sarcastically.

As a last resort.

Still reluctant to part with it.

It's just a thought. 议

Like how to think.

Xu Dongqing is right: people not only look at the immediate interests, but also the hundred years behind them.

Although Yan Bugui has done a lot of wrong things, there is one thing that he cannot refuse, and that is the bond of blood.

"It's good to be back."

Qin Huairu looked a little nervous.

Half a step behind, I held the pony tightly in my hand and looked at the back of the third uncle, feeling some inexplicable regret.

"Sister Qin, don't worry."

Yan Jiefang looks back.

The vicissitudes of life's eyes look at the gray Qin Huairu.

"I'm not here to ask for anything from you."

"Since the old man has promised you and made a written statement, you can treat it as having one more person to eat and a pair of dishes and chopsticks. I have my own job and can support myself."

Yan Jiefang took off Qin Huairu's guard.

"Where are you talking?"

Qin Huairu smiled reluctantly.议

"I'm happy for the third uncle."

The mottled door could not withstand the erosion of time in the end. The half-open door collapsed when they entered the house, just like it had done many years ago.

Not much better?

But what's the worst that can happen?

When Shazhu came back at 11 o'clock in the evening, he looked at the collapsed gate and looked above his head. The gatehouse could no longer hold on, and mud and water kept leaking downwards.

Sigh.

When he returned to the house, he saw Qin Huairu making the bed. The house was very lively before, but now it was just the two of them. 议

No coincidence.

The families in this courtyard are basically like this.

"Back."

Qin Huairu poured a glass of cold water for Sha Zhu, and took off Sha Zhu's coat and threw it into the basin, waiting for Sha Zhu to clean it tomorrow.

"Why didn't you ask me where I was?"

Shazhu said hesitantly.

"Where else can we go?"

"It's just because of the incident between the third uncle and Yan Jiefang that you are so moved. It is also a good thing to go to He Zhe's house, see your children, and move around more."

Qin Huairu squeezed Shazhu's shoulders.

The smell of oil smoke.

On the contrary, it made her feel at ease.

"Tell you good news."

"Yan Jiefang has moved back to live. Money is not everything. There is true love in the world. I can only say that Xu Dongqing acted like a villain for a while."

"Yan Jiefang figured it out."

It surprised Shazhu.

A few years ago.

It’s time to get there.

But he can say any ruthless words and never see him again in this life. This is the most hurtful thing he has ever heard.

"That's fine."

"The third uncle has always wanted to live a life of family reunion. Yan Jiefang's return can be regarded as a good start. If the second uncle's family also comes back, then our life will only become easier and easier in the future."<

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Silly Zhu was also sincerely happy for them.议

Everything is changing for the better.

"Who says it's not?"

Sleepless night.

Some are happy and some are sad.

Last night.

When Liu Haizhong saw Yan Jiefang coming back, he was so tempted by comparison that he wanted to call Liu Guangqi immediately and ask him to come home, even if he had to leave all his savings to him.

But in the end, the second aunt stopped her. 藮

People who can’t be counted on.

So what if I come back.

Are we tired of living together?

"Lao Yan, you got up early."

Liu Haizhong looked at Yan Bugui who had gotten up early and was cleaning the room next door with an envious expression.

"Liberation is back."

"Isn't the room next door always vacant?"

"Clean up."

Yan Bugui raised his head and showed an honest smile.

Only the bangs between the eyebrows reveal a touch of sadness.

A filial son emerges from under the stick!

He has never seen an obedient child come back to see him. Even if he comes back to see him once a month, he will cherish it very much and book a big hotel for everyone to eat and drink together.

There is also a rush in life.

Instead of facing a life of sadness and sorrow every day. 议

I can’t see my future.

A dying life.

There must always be a head.

"Let me help you."

Liu Haizhong also wanted to know what Yan Laoxi said to Yan Jiefang to make Yan Jiefang come back happily.

Dusty interior.

Yan Jiefang was sweeping the floor, and the third aunt took out a new quilt made a few years ago and spread it on Yan Jiefang's new bed. 藮