Rebirth of the Flying Era

"I..." The old man 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 to 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 integrity and willingness to do practical things for the neighbors to be able to suppress it."

Du Fei gave him a free hat.

The uncle 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.

It was obviously the sound of a stick, and I don't know what Qin Huairou was hit with, as if someone stepped on his tail.

The uncle turned his head and looked over, with complex emotions in his eyes, and sighed: "This little stick... ugh~"

A man and his wife, who are so old and have no children, although an eighth-level fitter earns ninety-nine yuan a month and their living conditions are not good, they are worried about their future pension.

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

There is also the Jia family. After the death of the old man, there are two widows and three children left.

It is also the same principle for the elders to help whenever they can and to do a lot of favors.

In fact, the so-called old age care is second to the old age. The husband and 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, the uncle still coveted Banggun'er, but just now at Jia's house, after he explained the situation, Banggun'er 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 Huairou's house, Banggun'er's screams were still heard.

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

Before leaving the Moon Gate, Qin Huairou'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 approached 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 frame stacked with debris. He huddled up, covering his face with his hands, his shoulders trembling, and he was crying loudly.

He was probably too absorbed in crying and 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 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 Huairou heard Du Fei's voice and felt inexplicably relieved. Fortunately, it was not Zhu Zhu, Xu Daimao, or anyone else.

It stands to reason that Qin Huairou is grateful to Zhu Zhu for helping her family in recent years, and she also has some feelings for Zhu Zhu.

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 Zhuzi's feelings for her, but she didn't like Zhuzi very much in her heart.

Although Zhu Zhu was honest, honest, and kind-hearted, his appearance was average, and he couldn't compare with his dead man who was fair and elegant. He was also slovenly and unkempt.

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

Even though she came 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, her husband was energetic and had a job from a large state-owned factory. The family had no worries about food and clothing.

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

However, all this became a dream when the man died.

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 Bangpoler and her three children, she wouldn't have been able to hold on long ago.

But the good boy 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 Bang Banger dared to steal workpieces from the steel factory. He would have to be caught to pay for it!

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

Just now, Qin Huairou's head was buzzing when she heard what the elder said. What made her even more desperate was that there was no trace of Bangguner's stubborn expression that she was wrong.

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

Although he was screaming with the stick and yelling that I was wrong at first, later on he became more stubborn and stared hard, gritting his teeth and groaning.

Qin Huairou 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 Huairou 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 Huairou blurted out to stop Du Fei, opened his mouth but didn't know what to say...