Rebirth of the Flying Era

   Chapter 39 The Cellar

   "I..." The eldest man said "I f*ck" halfway through, finally seeing that it was Du Fei, he let out a long sigh and said, "You, why are you silent! Just right, I'll return the things to you."

   As he said that, he took out a handful of hardware from his pocket and handed it over.

  Du Fei took it over and smiled and said, "Thank you, uncle, this time thanks to you. If I want to tell you, this yard has to have an uncle who is as virtuous and respected as you and willing to do practical work for the neighbors to be able to hold back."

  Du Fei gave him a high hat without money.

   Uncle He was delighted when he heard this.

   Hearing what Auntie said just now, Du Fei not only has a relationship in the district, but also established a firm foothold in the street office, and the weight of his speech is naturally different from usual.

   At this moment, a miserable cry was suddenly heard from Jia's house.

   It was obviously the sound of a stick, and I didn't know what Qin Huairou had beaten, as if someone stepped on her tail.

   Uncle turned his head to look over, mixed emotions appeared in his eyes, and sighed: "This little stick... ah~"

  The first man and his wife are so old and have no children. Although the eighth-level fitter earns 99 yuan a month, the living conditions are not to be said, but they are worried about the future retirement.

   A few years ago, Zhuzi's father ran away with the widow, leaving behind the brother and sister Zhuzi and Rainwater. The uncle often helped them, so that one day in the future, Zhuzi could provide him with old age and death.

   There is also the Jia family. After the old man died, there were two widows and three children left.

   The uncle can also help if he can, and it is also a reason to do a lot of favors.

   In fact, the so-called end-of-life pension is the second priority. The old man and his wife have a lot of savings, and the factory will not care about them when they grow old.

   What they are really worried about is what's behind them!

   Those who have no children and no daughters, those who die without even beating banners and wearing filial piety, and those who burn paper during festivals and holidays, are truly desolate.

   Originally, the uncle was still a little bit coveted by the stick, but just now at Jia's house, after he explained the situation, the stick looked at him, just like the little wolf, full of hatred and anger.

   The help to the Jia family and the kindness to their brothers and sisters in the past have become meaningless.

   At this time, at Qin Huairou's house, Bang'er's screams were still heard.

  Du Fei was not interested in listening any more, he said hello to the uncle, then turned around and went back to the backyard, stuffed the hardware he got back under the canvas, and then pushed on the bicycle, just wanting to go back to the Red Star Hotel.

   Before leaving the Moon Gate, the door of Qin Huairou's house suddenly opened, and a person rushed out from inside.

  It was very cold, and he didn't wear a padded jacket, so he just wore a sweater and staggered around to the back of the room.

  There is a vegetable cellar where Chinese cabbage is stored in winter. There are debris piled up in the aisle.

   Du Fei didn't expect that the plump and pretty widow has a side that moves like a rabbit.

   In fact, it was dark and blind, and he couldn't see who it was.

   But coming out of Jia's house, because he didn't wear a big padded jacket, he looked even more graceful, so he couldn't possibly be the old lady of Jia Zhang's!

  Du Fei blinked, seeing that there was no one around, his eyes rolled, and he simply leaned his bicycle aside and followed.

   As soon as he approached the cellar door, he vaguely heard a dull cry from inside.

  Du Fei gently opened the door and walked in.

   It was pitch black inside, and there were no lights.

   Can only vaguely see a person, sitting on a wooden shelf where the sundries are stacked, the whole person shrinks into a ball, his hands are covering his face, his shoulders are shaking, and he is crying.

   He was probably crying too much, and he didn't find anyone following him. He didn't realize until Du Fei got close to him.

   "It's me~" Du Fei replied, "I saw you running out crying just now. I was afraid that something would happen to you, so I followed."

   Qin Huairou heard Du Fei's voice and felt somewhat at ease, fortunately it wasn't Zhu Zi, Xu Daimao, or someone else.

  It stands to reason that Qin Huairou is grateful for Zhuzi's help to her family in recent years, and she also has some feelings for Zhuzi.

   But at this moment, when she heard Du Fei's voice, Pretty Widow naturally came up with this idea.

   She is such a smart woman, how could she not see Zhu Zi's thoughts about her, but she didn't see Zhu Zhu very much in her heart.

Although    Zhuzi is honest and sincere, and he is kind, but his appearance is average, and he is incomparable to the deceased man who is clean and gentle, and he is also sloppy and sloppy.

   Qin Huairou is down and out now, but when she was a girl, she was arrogant.

Don't look at her coming out of the countryside, she's a girl again, but she is beautiful, no one dares to give her face in the village easily, because you are not sure whether this girl will marry the son of the brigade secretary or become the daughter-in-law of the county leader in the future .

   Later, he got married to the capital. Although he had a mother-in-law who was not easy to serve, his man was very energetic.

   Up until this time, Qin Huairou was still proud. Every time she went back to her mother's house, she always had to bring enough things, so that the villagers would surround her and say words of envy and compliment.

   However, with the death of the man, all this became a dream bubble.

  She had to go to the factory as soon as she gave birth to take over the job, to deal with the heavy work, and she had to endure the teasing of those old men who smelled of oil, to deal with them, and to pretend.

   If it wasn't for the stick, but for the three children, she would have been unable to hold on.

   But the stick is not sensible, not only did he not study well in school, but he actually started stealing things!

   If you just steal some scraps and tatters, it’s fine, but Bang’er dares to steal workpieces from a steel mill, it’s worth getting caught!

  The last time Qin Huairou hit the stick hard, thinking that he would have to restrain himself no matter what, but who knew that something went wrong in a blink of an eye, and the uncle himself came to the door.

   Just now, when he heard what the uncle said, Qin Huai's head was buzzing softly, and what made her even more desperate was the stubborn expression on his stick, and he didn't feel that he was wrong.

   When the uncle was sent away, Qin Huairou felt that all her strength was taken away, and then she was out of anger again and hit the stick a few times.

  Although he slapped the stick and yelled at the beginning, he also shouted that I was wrong, but later, he became stubborn, stared at him, gritted his teeth and groaned.

   Qin Huairou had no choice but to cry.

   But she didn't dare to cry at home, and the neighbors asked, but she couldn't explain it, so she went to the cellar to vent her emotions.

   did not expect to be watched by Du Fei.

  Pretty Widow desperately suppressed her sobbing, wiping the tears on her face with her hands, and suddenly found that it was pitch-dark here, and she could only see the outline of the person in front of her face, and she couldn't see the face at all.

   Qin Huairou breathed a sigh of relief, she subconsciously didn't want Du Fei to see the current embarrassment.

  Du Fei said, "Sister Qin, it's fine if you're fine, as long as you can cry, don't go back too late, I'll go back first."

   "Wait!" Qin Huairou blurted out to stop Du Fei, opened his mouth and didn't know what to say...

   (end of this chapter)