Siheyuan: the beginning reveals Qinhuai Ru's true face

Banggeng always thought that it was just insulting and humiliating, and by the way, he was slapped a few times in public and rubbed until death.

You must know that backbreaking was quite hidden in the 1980s, and there would be no reports at all. Jia Banggan was confused when he heard it, and he only understood it when he mentioned it just now.

Pointing to the trousers to dry with trembling fingers, he stuttered and asked, "These... dozens of pairs of trousers belong to your uncle? It's a bit exaggerated to use so many."

Xu Damao stared at Xu Damao in front of him with stunned eyes. The expression on his face seemed to be that he did not believe that there would be such a drama. He was waiting for the other party's reply. While refreshing his three views, his character began to collapse.

Xu Damao didn't pay attention to the stick in front of him at all. He was more consciously or unconsciously observing He Daqing who was walking in front of him. His expression seemed a little flickering and his eyes were averted.

He replied very casually.

"Um, uncle, I've been living a miserable life these days. I'm suffering from cold and hunger, and not many people around me really care.

Even your aunt looks down on me at all, makes sarcastic remarks, and just tells me to get out if nothing happens. If the house hadn't been named after her, she would have been kicked out of the house long ago, and I'm very depressed."

As he spoke, tears welled up in the corners of his eyes, and he even didn't forget to stick out his tongue to catch the tears and swallow them into his mouth, so that the wealth would not be leaked to others.

This made Jia Banggan even more stunned. Although they lived in the same compound on weekdays, each was busy, leaving early and coming back late, and the time and work life of each other had not been handed over for a long time. It seemed that the communication gap had undoubtedly widened.

Then he pointed at his crotch, and a light yellow liquid oozed out. The strong smell rushed into his nose, and he instinctively reached out to cover his mouth and nose.

"What the hell? Uncle... take a look for yourself and come as soon as you ask. You are too ignorant of martial ethics. I'm just asking. I'm so excited."

This time I finally saw what a shit stirrer is, and it actually means something." He stood up and moved half a step back.

Just ask, as long as a normal person is extremely disgusted by this, let alone Xu Damao in front of him is still incontinent and cannot control it.

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a crackle... Without any suspense, he sprayed again, even more serious than before, because when he saw He Daqing just now, he suddenly turned his face and raised his middle finger towards himself, which was full of provocation.

"Bang Ge, I'm sorry, my uncle is so useless. Please help me lift him into the house while there are not many people around, so as not to be seen and spread out, which will make people laugh to death."

Without waiting for his consent, he put his hand on his shoulder and limped in. No matter how tight his feet were, he couldn't control it. It was obvious that this would become a problem that he would never be able to control.

At this moment, Jia Banggan could experience the depression that his aunt had been feeling for a long time. It would be strange if he didn't go crazy living with such a monster.

Even though it was very smelly, after biting it, he still carried it into the house. The smell was so bad that it was not the same level of life at all. I wanted to leave immediately.

"Uncle, I have to go back to the cinema for a meeting. Take good care of yourself. I'll buy you some wine and food when I have time." He pinched his nose and turned around to walk out.

A house of 30-40 square meters was made to smell as bad as a public toilet. No one could bear this kind of torture.

Unexpectedly, he was stopped by Xu Damao after he walked a few steps.

"Go back and tell your mother that He Daqing took something very important from her. It should be called stealing. My uncle can only tell you so much."

As soon as he finished speaking, gurgling! Crackling! A large amount of spray was sprayed on the spot. The stickman was so frightened that he didn't even have time to ask questions and rushed out of the door.

From time to time, there was a buzzing sound in the house... Obviously he couldn't hold it in, and it was very exaggerated. If he was late, it would leak out from the crack of the door.

Bangge still can't figure out why my uncle Xu Damao indulged himself intentionally or unintentionally and led to a chaotic private life, which made me sweat.

"If you are false, I hope it doesn't come true. If you are true, I hope it is false.

Cool! It was such a risk. I almost fell into the trap. I went back to persuade my aunt to divorce Xu Damao. How can I live like this? I might not be able to eat every day and will vomit to death. No one can accept this."

Nagging walked toward the door of the compound, but her focus was on the problem of being incontinent. She didn't forget to take out a tissue and wipe it all over her body, for fear that going out would affect her image.

Oncoming was Qin Huairu, with a depressed look on her face, big dark circles under her eyes, and messy hair. She was only wearing thin plum-patterned pajamas. It looked like she hadn't washed herself after getting up, and she didn't look like she was going through a normal life at all.

Or rather, it was more like he didn't sleep well last night, so he looked embarrassed and bumped into Bang Ge who was bending over to wipe his shoes.

"Ouch! Who is it? You don't have eyesight when you walk, do you? You deserve a beating so early in the morning." He yelled without even seeing clearly who was coming.

Similarly, Qin Huairu responded with the opportunity, or in other words, he didn't even think about being polite. He didn't sleep well last night, and he was full of anger waiting to be vented.

"Who, who bastard dares to mess with me? You must be tired of living. Be careful. I chopped up the barbecue tonight. I'm in a bad mood today. Don't mess with me." He didn't even look at me and walked straight away.

However, it seemed that everyone in the compound had to give her a thumbs up.

Banggeng came to his senses immediately after hearing this tone. When he looked up, he saw his mother Qin Huairu and shouted.

"Mom, how could it be you? I'm so scared. I went out in a hurry and accidentally pinched you when I bumped into you. I'll tell you later." He stood up and walked out. When he saw it was Qin Huairu, he didn't even take it to heart.

Unexpectedly, Qin Huairu refused, so she immediately turned around and tried to catch him, but she had already reached the entrance of the compound.

"Son, Bangge, come back to me. I have something to ask you. Why don't you hurry up and get reincarnated!" He pointed and cursed loudly. Maybe it was a habit of scolding, and he had no intention of giving face at all.

Hey! Good guy, how can a real Beijing man care about women? He turned around and replied.

"My uncle said that he saw He Daqing taking something very important from you. I don't know if it's true or not. I don't have time to explain it to you. I have to go back to deal with the cinema..." Before he could finish speaking, the person had disappeared.

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There is no doubt that Jia Bangge deliberately avoids sharp topics, especially the grievances and sorrows between his uncle Xu Damao and his mother Qin Huairu that are never easy to explain.

Just listening to it will make his head grow bigger and bigger, let alone getting involved in it. Fortunately, this wave has become a topic of conversation for him after dinner. It is undoubtedly a pleasure to have the handle of Xu Damao's destiny.

Qin Huairu stood there stupidly, and had a complete epiphany. She finally understood why she kept losing her personal clothes during this period, and even her two daughters were spared.

Furious, he walked straight towards He Daqing's house. When he approached, he found that the door was closed and locked, and it looked empty inside.

Showing anger turns into anger. Since I can't find anyone, I have to vent my anger at least.

I picked up the brick next to the door and threw it at the glass window, bang bang bang... it was smashed to pieces. I saw the glass fragments on the floor, gasping for breath, and sweat dripping down my forehead.