Rebirth of the Flying Era

Du Fei was stunned, why did the pretty widow come to the door?

He said "Hey" and went to open the door.

"Sister Qin, come in quickly~" Du Fei asked her to come in.

The pretty widow hasn't been seen in the past few days, probably because her father has seen a doctor. She is obviously looking haggard. Even though she is naturally beautiful, she can't hide her fatigue.

When she saw Du Fei, complex emotions flashed through her eyes, and she forced a smile: "Xiao Du, are you back here?"

Du Fei nodded and said, "Sister Qin, don't stand here. Go sit in the room."

Qin Huairou was about to follow her inside when she suddenly saw the clean and reflective gold brick floor.

Looking at the dirty cotton shoes on his feet, he immediately shrank his feet back and said, "Well... the soles of my shoes are dirty, so I'd better put them away."

"Hey~ I have slippers here." Du Fei knelt down and took out a new pair of slippers from the shoe cabinet.

The pretty widow looked down at Du Fei, who put the slippers at her feet, feeling a little at a loss.

"Put it on~" Du Fei stood up with a smile.

"Oh~" Qin Huairu obediently knelt down to untie his shoelaces, but as soon as he took off his shoes, he made a huge blush!

The socks were frayed, and before I had time to mend them, the heels were exposed.

The pretty widow quickly pulled down her stockings to cover the holes, and took another peek at Du Fei.

Seeing him pouring water with his back turned, he breathed a sigh of relief and walked in.

Only then did Qin Huairou have time to take a closer look at Du Fei's new home.

In fact, she had seen it from a distance in the past few days, and felt that apart from the transparent glass windows, she couldn't see any difference outside.

It was only then, when she walked in for the first time, that she was secretly speechless.

Not to mention anything else, just that big light bulb that looks like a small sun cannot be used by ordinary families. How much does the electricity bill cost in a month!

In comparison, her little fifteen-watt light bulb looked like a candle holder.

There are also large black floor tiles on the ground, which have been polished somehow, but they can actually reflect light!

There is also the big iron stove embedded in the wall. You can feel the heat coming from a long distance away.

The only drawback is that there is no furniture in the room.

There is a large standing cabinet and a set of tables and chairs, all of which were used by the Du Fei family in the past.

This was also Du Fei's intention. A large 150-watt light bulb and a floor paved with gold bricks were enough. He just used the old furniture to make a compromise so as not to be too eye-catching.

Du Fei has also been making plans these days. He originally planned to buy a leather sofa, but he rejected it. Instead, he decided to buy some antique and simple furniture to fill it in, trying to fit in with the characteristics of this era.

Qin Huairou looked at the spacious and bright room and couldn't help but think of the cramped and dark home.

It's obviously the same house, why is there such a big difference!

But when he thought that Du Fei had spent several hundred yuan to repair the house, he felt relieved.

"Sister Qin?" Du Fei noticed that the pretty widow was a little distracted and called her.

"Uh~" Qin Huairou came back to her senses and forced a smile: "Um...thank you last time!" She took out ten dollars from her trouser pocket and said, "It's no use being hospitalized, so I'll give this back to you first."

Du Fei smiled without being pretentious and reached out to take it: "Sister Qin, there is really no need to be in such a hurry."

The pretty widow pursed her lips, holding on to her last stubbornness: "Sister, I'm afraid that the more I owe, the more I owe, and I won't be able to pay it back!"

Du Fei said with a half-smile, "What about Brother Zhuzhu? Aren't you afraid of owing him?"

Qin Huairou's face turned pale, she bit her lower lip, her eyes averted, and she whispered, "It's okay, I'll go back first."

After saying that, he turned around and walked out, but Du Fei grabbed him.

"What are you doing!" The pretty widow suddenly broke away as if she was electrocuted, but lowered her voice for fear of being heard outside.

Du Fei chuckled and pointed at her feet: "Sister Qin, you haven't put on your shoes yet~"

Qin Huairou was stunned and became even more panicked, hurriedly trying to put on her shoes.

Du Fei didn't stop him and said calmly: "Sister Qin, the windows in my house have been replaced. Do the cotton curtains need to be re-measured?"

Qin Huairou moved for a moment before remembering this matter.

In fact, she came here not only to pay back the money, but also for this matter.

Last time she collected Du Fei's money, cloth, and cotton, because she had to rush to repair the house and didn't finish the cotton curtains.

She saw Du Fei coming back in the middle courtyard just now. In addition to paying back the money, she also wanted to ask if the curtains should be made?

However, Du Fei's defense was directly broken with one sentence, and the matter was forgotten.

The pretty widow felt weak.

Ever since that time in the cellar, she had shown herself in the most embarrassing state, and she had no longer been able to deter Du Fei.

Moreover, she recently heard that Du Fei was very happy at the street office.

People from the neighborhood committee take the initiative to deliver Chinese cabbage to our homes.

Although she has little education, she is gifted, has insight into people's hearts, is capable of scheming, and has a natural sensitivity.

Even though Du Fei always smiled and was very polite to others, she could still smell the scent of hidden predators when he called his uncle and aunt.

In comparison, Zhuzi, who was always making a bleating sound, was at most like a snarky dog.

Therefore, from the beginning, she had no intention of playing tricks with Du Fei.

This is also where she is smart. She knows how to read the dishes.

But just now, Du Fei suddenly asked her, are you not afraid of owing money to Zhu Zhu?

It was like poking her right where it hurts.

This made Qin Huairou both aggrieved and angry.

She didn't understand why Du Fei treated her like this, tearing off her fig leaf, trampling on her dignity, and not letting her go.

If she had been in front of a pillar or someone else, she would have slammed the door and left.

But facing Du Fei...

Qin Huairou wanted to cry, but tears rolled around her eyes and she just couldn't cry.

Her mind was in a state of confusion, and she followed Du Fei to the second floor in a daze.

It wasn't until Du Fei opened the bedroom door on the second floor that Qin Huairou came back to her senses and widened her eyes slightly.

She didn't expect that this house had a second floor!

When I walked in and saw the sloping roof and the protruding dormer window, I suddenly realized that Du Fei had actually built an attic on the roof!

Although this room is not spacious, it is enough for a bedroom.

Especially after turning on the light, with a burst of popping sound, a piece of white light shines down. It is the kind of fluorescent lamp that can only be found in the factory director's office and the engineer's drawing room!

Du Fei pointed to the two dormer windows at the front and back: "Sister Qin, these are the two windows."

The pretty widow said "Hmm", took out the measuring tape she brought, and went to measure the size of the window.

But after measuring the front, you have to go to the kang to measure the back.

The pretty widow hesitated.

The last time she was able to put on her shoes and get on the kang without hesitation was because there was neither a bedding nor a mat on the kang.

And at that time, Du Fei was just a child in her eyes, and the pretty widow had neither awe nor any messy thoughts in her heart.

But now, looking at the clean bed, Qin Huairou felt that even if she took off her shoes, her smelly socks would be soiled.

It would be fine if the other person was just an irrelevant person, but there was still a hint of charm hidden in her heart.

At this moment, Qin Huairou's sense of shame and inferiority almost exploded.