Rebirth of the Flying Era

   Chapter 15 Pretty Widow's Determination

   Widow Qin felt distressed about her son, but after all, she was not stunned. She didn't ask about the sticker as soon as she came up, but first asked about Du Fei's work situation.

   was very distressed and complained about Du Fei's chaos. Why did he give up his job as a regular worker in the rolling mill and instead went to the street office to become a temporary worker.

  Du Fei listened with a smile and thought to himself, "This pretty widow doesn't care what she thinks in her heart, but it's really nice to say it, and she cares about every word, which makes people feel like a spring breeze."

   "Sister Qin, thank you for your concern." Du Fei replied, "But I didn't make a mess of things at work. It was arranged by the elders at home."

   Widow Qin was stunned for a moment, thinking that Du Fei's parents were dead, and how could an elder appear?

   But she didn't ask much about this, she turned and coughed again and asked about the stick.

   "Xiao Du~ Sister, there is another thing. Just now, Bangzhu came back and was covered in dirt. I asked him how he was doing it, but he refused to say. Later, when he was in a hurry, he said that he was beaten by you."

  Du Fei was stunned for a moment, but he didn't expect that this grandson Bang Zhuer didn't talk about martial arts, so he went home and complained to his mother.

   But he didn't rush to explain, but continued to listen to what the Pretty Widow said next.

  While widow Qin was talking, she was also observing Du Fei secretly.

   But he found that he was neither guilty nor ashamed of hitting the child, and he was even more uncertain whether Bang Bang was lying.

   As the old saying goes, a wise child is more like a mother.

   The mother knows best what his son is.

Widow Qin frowned secretly, and continued: "You know, this child is stubborn and won't say anything when he comes home, plus his grandma is used to it, I'm even more difficult to discipline, you just tell my sister, what is it? What's the matter?"

   Qin Huairu's face was earnest, and she didn't mean to complain at all.

   If it was Du Fei's fault, he would be embarrassed.

  Unfortunately, Widow Pretty doesn't know how thick Du Fei's skin is.

   If it was replaced by He Shuanzhu, the cook, he would have broken the defense long ago.

  Du Fei didn't do this, instead he looked serious, looked left and right, and said in a low voice, "Sister Qin, if you don't ask me about this, I have to find a chance to tell you."

   Widow Qin was a little nervous when she saw that he was like a spy connection.

   Who knows, Du Fei is selling off again: "There are a lot of people here, come to my house." Then he deliberately raised his voice: "That sister Qin, I have prepared the cloth for the curtain, you can go get it with me."

   At this time, it is the peak time for get off work, and there are many residents in the intermediate courtyard, and there are many people coming in and out.

  Everyone knows that Du Fei is a prodigal. He bought a new set of bedding. The original bedding was removed, and Widow Qin helped to change some cotton curtains.

   After Du Fei finished speaking, he pushed the car back to the backyard.

   Widow Qin was even more unsure, what medicine he was selling in the gourd, stomped his feet, and followed.

  Du Fei got home and pushed his bicycle into the outhouse. In the yard, he was afraid that a stick would pull his valve core in the middle of the night.

   There was no fire for a day, and the house was freezing cold.

   "Sister Qin, sit for two minutes. I'll light the stove first." Du Fei said, taking off his coat and going to the outhouse to light the stove. By the way, I took a pot of water and boiled it, then I washed my hands and went back to the back room.

   At this time, Widow Qin was already a little impatient.

Du Fei was still not in a hurry, he poured a sip of water first, and then said: "Sister Qin, what I will say next may not be pleasant to the ears, but for our neighbors, if we don't know some things, it's fine, but Since I happen to meet, I can't pretend to be deaf."

   Widow Qin frowned nervously: "Xiao Du, say it!"

  Du Fei had already prepared the draft, and he roughly recounted the story of seeing Bang Zhu going to a bicycle stand to sell stolen goods at noon.

   Widow Qin looked in disbelief, and tears started rolling around her eyes.

   No matter how unwilling to believe it emotionally, she told Widow Qin rationally that Du Fei had no reason to lie to her about this kind of thing.

Du Fei continued: "Sister Qin, this boy is not too young. It's not that I am alarmist. If things go on like this, something will happen sooner or later. If you work in the factory, you should understand how serious it is to steal workpieces from the factory. Outside, I met Bang Bang and wanted to take the opportunity to talk about him, but without a word, he would run away and fall into a big somersault."

  Duffy didn't mention the cat abuse.

   These days, human life is worthless, and no one cares about the lives of cats and dogs.

   Widow Qin was already out of proportion, her pretty face was pale, and she said anxiously: "Xiao Du... This, this matter, you must not say it, I beg you, please!"

   said, as if he had touched a life-saving straw, and grabbed Duffy tightly with both hands.

   Pretty Widow's hand is slender, and although the skin on the back of the hand is white and tender, there are many calluses on the palm of the hand.

   Needless to say, work in a rolling mill workshop is definitely not easy for a woman.

Du Fei took advantage of the situation and put his other hand on the back of the pretty widow's hand: "Sister Qin, don't worry, I'll be tight-lipped, but you really have to take care of that boy. Brother Jia has been gone for years, and you've become a father again. As a mother, what are you trying to do with the whole family? Don't you just hope that the stick will be successful, and you will end your hard life. "

   Du Fei's words were thought to have hit Widow Qin's mind.

   Throughout the ages, those who are young and widowed have nothing more than this thought.

  Du Fei was silent for a moment, allowing her to think, and then continued: "But now Bangbang is like this, do you think there is hope in the future? If someone steals something and gets caught, Bangbang will be ruined in this life."

   Du Fei's words were sincere, but he was snickering in his heart.

  Tonight, that guy, Bangbang, can't escape with a single beating. Even if he doesn't kill him, he has to peel off his skin.

   Qin’s widow is like falling into an ice cellar.

Originally, although she knew that it was not good to be a thief, she was half exhausted every day in the factory, and she had to do laundry and cook when she got home, which made her exhausted and had no time to think about the future. .

   And now, Du Fei cruelly revealed the dark future that she didn't want to think about.

   Widow Qin lost her soul, and a picture involuntarily appeared in her mind: Bang Zhuer was handcuffed and taken away by the police. The tears in my eyes could no longer be held back.

   Du Fei saw that she was just enough to stop, and did not stir up the flames.

   After a while, Widow Qin calmed down and wiped her tears with her hands, which made it even more rainy. I felt pity.

  Du Fei looked at it, and a hot feeling rose in his heart.

   Widow Qin forced a smile: "Xiao Du, thank you this time, sister, if you hadn't reminded me, this boy Bangbang..."

   said sadness, and wiped away tears.

Du Fei stood up, poured warm water into the washbasin, twisted a newly bought white hand towel, and handed it to the pretty widow: "Sister Qin, wipe your face first, Bang'er is still young, and it's too late to discipline him now. But You also have to be mentally prepared, such an old child is difficult to manage, if you are undecided, I'm afraid..."

  Du Fei didn't finish his words, but with Widow Qin's intelligence, of course he understood what he meant, and a pair of beautiful peach blossom eyes flashed a firm look.

   (end of this chapter)