Rebirth of the Flying Era

Although Widow Qin felt sorry for her son, she wasn't Lengtouqing after all, and she didn't ask Du Fei's work situation first.

He was very heartbroken and complained that Du Fei had acted recklessly, why he gave up his quota of regular workers in the rolling mill, and instead went to the street office as a temporary worker.

Du Fei laughed and listened, and thought to himself: "This pretty widow doesn't care what she thinks in her heart, but what she said is really pleasant, and every word and every word reveals concern, which makes people feel like a spring breeze."

"Sister Qin, thank you for your concern." Du Fei replied: "However, I didn't mess around with the work. It was all arranged by the elders in the family."

Widow Qin was taken aback, thinking that Du Fei's parents were dead, so why would an elder come out?

But she didn't want to ask too much about this, Zhuan coughed lightly again, and asked about something awesome.

"Xiao Du~ Sis, there is another matter. Just now, when you came back, you were covered in dirt. I asked him what he did, but he refused to say. Later, when he was in a hurry, he said that he was beaten by you."

Du Fei was taken aback for a moment, he didn't expect that the grandson Bang Gan'er didn't practice martial arts, and went home to complain to his old mother.

But he was not in a hurry to explain, but continued to listen to what the pretty widow said next.

While Widow Qin was speaking, she was secretly observing Du Fei.

But he found that he had neither a guilty conscience nor the shame of hitting the child, and he was a little uncertain whether Bang Ganer was lying.

As the old saying goes, knowing a son is better than a mother.

What kind of thing her son is, the mother knows best in her heart.

Widow Qin frowned secretly, and continued: "You also know that this kid has a stubborn temper, and he doesn't say anything when he goes home, and his grandma is used to it, so I'm not easy to discipline, so you just tell my sister, what is it? What's going on?"

Qin Huairu looked earnest, not complaining at all.

If it was really Du Fei's fault that he hit a stick, he would feel ashamed at this moment.

It's a pity that the pretty widow doesn't know how thick Du Fei's skin is.

If it was the cook He Shuanzhu, his defense would have been broken long ago.

Du Fei didn't like this, instead he looked serious, looked left and right, lowered his voice and said: "Sister Qin, if you don't talk to me about this matter, I have to find a chance to talk to you."

Seeing that he seemed to be a spy, Widow Qin was a little nervous that he didn't come.

Unexpectedly, Du Fei said again: "There are too many people here, come to my house." Then he deliberately raised his voice: "That sister Qin, I have prepared the cloth for the curtain, come with me to get it."

At this time, it was the rush hour for get off work, and there were many residents in the middle courtyard, and there were many people coming in and out.

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

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

Widow Qin was even more uncertain about what kind of medicine he was selling in the gourd. She stomped her feet and followed.

When Du Fei got home, he pushed the bicycle into the outhouse, and he was afraid that the valve core would be pulled out in the middle of the night in the yard.

There was no fire all day, and it was freezing cold in the house.

"Sister Qin, please sit for two minutes. I'll light the stove first." Du Fei said as he took off his coat and went to the outer room to light the stove. By the way, he picked up a pot of water and boiled it, then washed his hands and went back to the back room.

At this time, Widow Qin was already left a little restless.

Du Fei was still unhurried, poured a sip of water first, and then calmed down and said: "Sister Qin, what I say next may not be very pleasant to listen to, but there are some things in our neighbors, it's fine if you don't know, but Since I happened to meet him, I can't pretend to be deaf and dumb."

Widow Qin swallowed nervously: "Xiao Du, tell me!"

Du Fei had prepared a draft early on, and roughly told the story of seeing Bang Gan'er go to the bicycle stand to sell stolen goods at noon.

Widow Qin was in disbelief, and tears began to roll around her eyes.

No matter how unwilling to believe it emotionally, but reason tells Widow Qin that Du Fei has no reason to lie to her about this kind of thing.

Du Fei continued: "Sister Qin, this kid is not young anymore. I'm not alarmist. If this continues, accidents will happen sooner or later. You work in the factory, so you should understand how serious the nature of stealing workpieces is. Just now Outside, I met Bang Gan'er and wanted to take the opportunity to talk about him, but before I could say a few words, he ran away desperately, and even fell a big somersault."

Du Fei didn't mention the matter of Bang Ganer abusing cats.

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

Widow Qin was out of control, her pretty face was pale, and she said anxiously: "Xiao Du...you must never say anything about this, sister, please, please!"

As he said that, as if he had touched a life-saving straw, he held onto Du Fei tightly with both hands.

The pretty widow's hand bones were slender, and although the skin on the back of the hand was white and tender, the palms of the hands had many calluses.

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

Du Fei took advantage of the situation and pressed the other hand on the back of the pretty widow's hand: "Miss Qin, don't worry, I will keep my mouth shut, but you really have to take care of that child. Brother Jia has been away for a few years, and you have been a father and a son." As a mother, what do you want to do by pulling a big family? Don’t you just hope that you will be successful, and you will get through this hard life.”

What Du Fei said hit Widow Qin's mind.

Throughout the ages, all young and widowed people have nothing more than this thought.

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

Du Fei spoke with sincerity and heart, but he was secretly laughing in his heart.

Tonight, that bastard, Banggan'er, will definitely not be able to run away after a severe beating. Even if he can't be beaten to death, his skin will be peeled off.

Widow Qin fell into an ice cellar.

Originally, although she knew that it was not good to be a thief, she was exhausted every day in the factory, and she had to wash and cook at home, which made her exhausted and had no time to think about the future, so she could only live in a daze. .

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

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

When Du Fei saw her like this, it was enough to stop, and he stopped fanning the flames.

After a while, Widow Qin calmed down and wiped her tears with her hands, making it even more pear blossoms with rain, which made me feel pity.

As Du Fei watched, a hot feeling rose in his heart unconsciously.

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

Speaking of sadness coming from it, he wiped away tears again.

Du Fei stood up, poured warm water into the washbasin, twisted a newly bought white towel, and handed it to the pretty widow: "Miss Qin, wipe your face first, Banggan is still young, and there is still time for discipline. But You also have to be mentally prepared, such a big child is hard to manage, if you don't make up your mind, I'm afraid..."

Du Fei didn't finish his sentence, but given Widow Qin's cleverness, of course she understood what he meant, and a pair of beautiful peach blossom eyes flashed a firm gaze.