Chapter 39: Cellar

"I..." Yi Zhonghai said "fuck you" halfway through, and finally saw that it was Du Fei. He let out a sigh of relief and said, "Why are you so silent? Just in time, I'll return the things to you."

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

Du Fei took it and said with a smile, "Thank you, sir. It's thanks to your intervention this time. If you ask me, this courtyard needs a man with such high moral character and respect who is willing to do practical things for the neighbors to be able to suppress it."

Du Fei gave him a free hat.

Yi Zhonghai felt happy after hearing this.

I heard what the aunt said just now. Du Fei not only has connections in the district, but also has a firm foothold in the street office, so the weight of his words is naturally different from usual.

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

The sound was obviously a stick, and I don't know what Qin Huairu was hit with, as if someone had stepped on his tail. ??

Yi Zhonghai turned to look over, with complex emotions in his eyes, and sighed, "This little stick... ugh~"

Yi Zhonghai and his wife, who are so old and have no children, although the monthly salary of an eighth-level fitter is 99 yuan and their living conditions are not good, they are worried about their future pension.

A few years ago, Shazhu's father ran away with the widow, leaving behind the brother and sister Shazhu and Yuyu. The uncle often helped them, just so that one day, Shazhu could provide for him until he died.

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

Yi Zhonghai also helps whenever he can, and does a lot of favors, which is also true.

In fact, the so-called old age care is second to the end of life. Yi Zhonghai and his wife have a lot of savings, and the factory will not care about it when they are old in the future.

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

Those who have no children, no one who even throws flags or mourning after death, and no one who burns paper during festivals, is truly desolate.

Originally, Yi Zhonghai still coveted Banggeng, but just now at Jia's house, after he explained the situation, Banggeng looked at him with the same eyes as the little wolf, full of hatred and anger.

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

At this time, in Qin Huairu's house, Banggeng's screams were still heard.

Du Fei was not interested in listening anymore, so he said hello to Yi Zhonghai, turned around and went back to the backyard, stuffed the retrieved hardware under the canvas, then pushed the bicycle, and wanted to go back to the Red Star Hotel.

Before leaving the Moon Gate, Qin Huairu's door suddenly opened and a person rushed out.

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

Over there was a vegetable cellar where Chinese cabbage was stored in the winter, and there were piles of debris in the aisle. The man was surprisingly familiar with the way, bypassing all kinds of obstacles in the dark, opening the cellar door and getting in.

Du Fei didn't expect that the pretty widow with a plump figure could be as active as a rabbit.

In fact, he was fooling around and didn't see who it was.

But when she came out of Jia's house, she looked even more graceful because she wasn't wearing a big cotton-padded jacket. She couldn't possibly be that old pious woman from Jia Zhang's family!

Du Fei blinked and saw no one was around. He rolled his eyes, put his bicycle aside and followed.

As soon as I got close to the cellar door, I heard a dull cry coming from inside.

Du Fei opened the door gently and walked in.

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

I could only vaguely see a person sitting on a wooden shelf where debris was piled. He huddled up and covered his face with his hands.

, shoulders shaking, crying loudly.

Probably because he was too absorbed in crying, he didn't notice anyone following him. He didn't realize it until Du Fei got close to him. He was so frightened that he trembled all over, raised his head suddenly and shouted, "Who!"

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

Qin Huairu felt inexplicably relieved when she heard Du Fei's voice. Fortunately, it was not Shazhu, Xu Damao, or anyone else who came.

It stands to reason that Qin Huairu is grateful to Shazhu for supporting her family in the past few years, and he also has some feelings for Shazhu.

But at this moment, hearing Du Fei's voice, the pretty widow naturally came up with this idea.

How could she, a smart woman like her, not see what Silly Zhu was thinking about her, but she didn't think much of Silly Zhu in her heart.

Although Si Zhu is honest, honest and kind-hearted, his appearance is average and cannot be compared with the fair and elegant Jia Dongxu. He is also slovenly and unkempt.

Although Qin Huairu is now down and out, she used to be proud and arrogant when she was a girl.

Even though she comes from the countryside, she is a girl, but she is beautiful. No one in the village dares to look down on her 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. .

Later, she married in the capital. Although she had a mother-in-law who was difficult to take care of, the man in her family was energetic and held the iron rice bowl of a large state-owned factory, so the family had no worries about food and clothing.

Until this time, Qin Huairu was still proud. Every time she went back to her parents' home, she would always bring enough things with her to be surrounded by fellow villagers, saying envious and complimentary words.

However, all this came to nothing with the death of Jia Dongxu.

She had to go to the factory to take over the job right after giving birth to a child. After completing the heavy workload, she also had to endure the teasing of the men who smelled of engine oil, deal with them, and make mistakes.

If it weren't for Banggeng and her three children, she wouldn't have been able to hold on long ago.

But the stick figure is still ignorant. Not only did he not study well in school, he actually started stealing things!

If he just stole some scraps, it would be fine, but Banggeng dared to steal workpieces from the steel factory. He had to be caught to pay for it!

Last time Qin Huairu gave him a hard beating, thinking that he had to restrain himself no matter what, but unexpectedly, something happened again in the blink of an eye, and the uncle came to visit him personally.

Just now, when she heard what Yi Zhonghai said, Qin Huairu's head was buzzing. What made her even more desperate was that there was no trace of Banggeng's stubborn expression that she was wrong.

After sending the uncle away, Qin Huairu felt that all her strength had been drained away, and then she became angry again and hit the stick several times.

Although he was beating the stick until he was squealing, and he was yelling that I was wrong at first, but later on, he became more stubborn and stared, gritting his teeth and groaning.

Qin Huairu had no choice but to cry loudly.

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

Unexpectedly, Du Fei looked at him.

The pretty widow tried her best to suppress her sobs and wiped the tears on her face with her hands. She suddenly realized that it was pitch black here and she could only see the outline of a person in front of her, not her face at all.

Qin Huairu breathed a sigh of relief. She subconsciously didn't want Du Fei to see his current embarrassment.

Du Fei said, "Sister Qin, it's good that you're fine and you can cry. Don't go back too late. I'll go back first."

"Wait a minute!" Qin Huairu blurted out to stop Du Fei. He opened his mouth but didn't know what to say... "I..." Yi Zhonghai said 'fuck me' halfway through, and finally saw that it was Du Fei, with a long He said in a tone of voice, "Why are you so silent? Just in time, I'll give you the things back."

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

Du Fei took it and said with a smile, "Thank you, sir. It's thanks to your intervention this time. If you ask me, this courtyard needs a man with such high moral character and respect who is willing to do practical things for the neighbors to be able to suppress it."

Du Fei gave him a free hat.

Yi Zhonghai felt happy after hearing this.

I heard what the aunt said just now. Du Fei not only has connections in the district, but also has a firm foothold in the street office, so the weight of his words is naturally different from usual.

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

The sound was obviously a stick, and I don't know what Qin Huairu was hit with, as if someone had stepped on his tail.

Yi Zhonghai turned to look over, with complex emotions in his eyes, and sighed, "This little stick... ugh~"

Yi Zhonghai and his wife, who are so old and have no children, although the monthly salary of an eighth-level fitter is 99 yuan and their living conditions are not good, they are worried about their future pension.

A few years ago, Shazhu's father ran away with the widow, leaving behind the brother and sister Shazhu and Yuyu. The uncle often helped them, just so that one day, Shazhu could provide for him until he died.

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

Yi Zhonghai also helps whenever he can, and does a lot of favors, which is also true.

In fact, the so-called old age care is second to the end of life. Yi Zhonghai and his wife have a lot of savings, and the factory will not care about it when they are old in the future.

What they are really worried about is what happens afterward!

Those who have no children, no one who even throws flags or mourning after death, and no one who burns paper during festivals, is truly desolate.

Originally, Yi Zhonghai still coveted Banggeng, but just now at Jia's house, after he explained the situation, Banggeng looked at him with the same eyes as the little wolf, full of hatred and anger.

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

At this time, in Qin Huairu's house, Banggeng's screams were still heard.

Du Fei was not interested in listening anymore, so he said hello to Yi Zhonghai, turned around and went back to the backyard, stuffed the retrieved hardware under the canvas, then pushed the bicycle, and wanted to go back to the Red Star Hotel.

Before leaving the Moon Gate, Qin Huairu's door suddenly opened and a person rushed out.

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

Over there was a vegetable cellar where Chinese cabbage was stored in the winter, and there were piles of debris in the aisle. The man was surprisingly familiar with the way, bypassing all kinds of obstacles in the dark, opening the cellar door and getting in.

Du Fei didn't expect that the pretty widow with a plump figure could be as active as a rabbit.

In fact, it was all in vain, and he didn't even see who it was.

But when she came out of Jia's house, she looked even more graceful because she wasn't wearing a big cotton-padded jacket. She couldn't possibly be that old pious woman from Jia Zhang's family!

Du Fei blinked and saw no one was around. He rolled his eyes, put his bicycle aside and followed.

As soon as I got close to the cellar door, I heard a dull cry coming from inside.

Du Fei opened the door gently and walked in.

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

I could only vaguely see a person sitting on a wooden shelf where debris was piled. He huddled up and covered his face with his hands.

, shoulders shaking, crying loudly.

Probably because he was too absorbed in crying, he didn't notice anyone following him. He didn't realize it until Du Fei got close to him. He was so frightened that he trembled all over, raised his head suddenly and shouted, "Who!"

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

Qin Huairu felt inexplicably relieved when she heard Du Fei's voice. Fortunately, it was not Shazhu, Xu Damao, or anyone else who came.

It stands to reason that Qin Huairu is grateful to Shazhu for supporting her family in the past few years, and he also has some feelings for Shazhu.

But at this moment, hearing Du Fei's voice, the pretty widow naturally came up with this idea.

How could she, a smart woman like her, not see what Silly Zhu was thinking about her, but she didn't think much of Silly Zhu in her heart.

Although Shazhu is honest and kind, he is not good-looking, and cannot compare with the fair-skinned and gentle Jia Dongxu. He is also sloppy and unkempt.

Although Qin Huairu is down and out now, she was also arrogant when she was a girl.

Although she came from the countryside and is a girl, she is beautiful. No one in the village dares to give her a cold shoulder, because you are not sure whether this girl will marry the son of the brigade secretary or the daughter-in-law of the county leader in the future.

Later, she married to Beijing. Although she had a mother-in-law who was difficult to serve, her husband was energetic and had a stable job in a state-owned factory. The family had no worries about food and clothing.

Until this time, Qin Huairu was still proud in her heart. Every time she went back to her parents' home, she would always bring enough things, so that the villagers would surround her and say words of envy and flattery.

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

She had to take over the shift at the factory right after giving birth. After dealing with the heavy workload, she had to endure the teasing of the old men who smelled of engine oil, deal with them, and pretend to be nice to them.

If it weren't for Banggeng and the three children, she would have given up long ago.

Banggeng was still ignorant. Not only did he not study well at school, he even started stealing things!

If he just stole some scraps, it would be fine. But Banggeng dared to steal the workpieces of the steel factory. What a disaster if he was caught!

Last time, Qin Huairu beat Banggeng severely, thinking that he would restrain himself, but in a blink of an eye, he got into trouble again, and was personally visited by a master.

Just now, Qin Huairu's head was buzzing when she heard what Yi Zhonghai said. What made her even more desperate was that Banggeng's stubborn expression did not feel that he was wrong at all.

After sending the master away, Qin Huairu felt that all her strength was drained away, and then she was furious again and beat Banggeng severely a few times.

Although she was beaten by the stick and screamed, she was also shouting that she was wrong at first, but later on, she became stubborn, staring with eyes wide open and groaning with teeth gritted.

Qin Huairu had no other choice but to cry loudly.

But she didn't dare to cry at home, as it would cause the neighbors to ask about her, and she couldn't explain it, so she ran to the cellar to vent her emotions.

Unexpectedly, she was watched by Du Fei.

The pretty widow tried her best to suppress her sobs and wiped the tears from her face with her hands. Suddenly, she realized that it was pitch black here. She could only see the outline of the person in front of her, and couldn't see the face at all.

Qin Huairu breathed a sigh of relief. She subconsciously didn't want Du Fei to see her current miserable state.

Du Fei said, "Sister Qin, I'm glad you're okay. It's good that you can cry. Don't go back too late. I'll go back first."

"Wait a minute!" Qin Huairu blurted out to stop Du Fei, opened her mouth but didn't know what to say...