Zhou Cheng scratched his head; he noticed his wife's expression was off.
Did I interrupt your conversation?
"Your mother's here! What are we going to do about this?!" Su Lan asked bluntly, "Do we even want to continue this marriage? Just give me a straight answer!"
"My mom?" Zhou Cheng exclaimed in surprise. "Why is she here? Where is she?!"
"It should be near our house. My sister just came over to tell me about this. If you want to go back, then go back!" Su Lan felt quite melancholy. The two had been married for over ten years, but their parents' relationship was an insurmountable obstacle.
Zhou Cheng is too blindly filial. If he can't make a choice, then he should make his own.
In short, she cannot sacrifice the children's interests. Life is only a few decades long, why should she compromise?
Zhou Cheng said, "Then I'll go back and send the person away."
Su Lan looked at him with considerable surprise, "You're willing to do that?"
Zhou Cheng said, "What's there to be reluctant about? We don't have time to take care of her. Now that our daughter is in this state, we need to have money to take her to a big hospital for treatment."
“You weren’t like this before.” Su Lan felt a little touched, thinking about how her husband used to speak up for his parents.
However, it's already quite impressive that he was able to say those words.
“That’s all in the past. I’ve been through a lot now, and we’re almost 40. What can’t we see through?” Zhou Cheng looked up at the azure sky. “If we don’t make changes now, our little family will be finished!”
Su Lan wept with joy; she had finally seen the man come to his senses.
"Wife, why are you crying!"
"It's like you suddenly understood me, and then I..."
"Okay, let's stop crying. You won't be pretty if you cry!"
Hearing this, Lu Zhixia, who was standing at the top of the stairs, stopped listening and went downstairs in a good mood.
The sky, which was a bit blue a while ago, turned gloomy not long after we came out; it looked like it was going to rain.
I rode my bicycle to the supply and marketing cooperative to see if I could buy chicken.
As I turned the corner, I saw an old man squatting by the roadside. He had a clean glass bag spread out on the ground with a bowl on it.
A red bowl, the kind that looks beautiful at first glance.
She stopped her bicycle, because the bowl looked familiar.
"Girl, would you like to buy a bowl?" the old man said solicitously. "This is an heirloom; it's definitely an antique!"
"Grandpa, this bowl looks pretty. How much is it?" Lu Zhixia carefully examined the bowl in front of her, the golden dragon carved on it looking lifelike.
"200 yuan!" the old man blurted out.
Lu Zhixia withdrew her outstretched hand and examined the bowl in front of her more closely.
Are you sure it's 200 yuan each?
"Of course! This is an antique, it's very valuable!"
"I don't know anything about this, how can I be sure it's an antique!"
"Girl, we must treat people with sincerity. How could I possibly lie to you!"
Lu Zhixia looked at the honest old man in front of her and asked, "May I take a look?"
"Of course," the old man said with a smile. "Even if we don't make a deal, we can still be friends."
Lu Zhixia then reached out and picked up the bowl. The feel of it in her hand told her that this bowl was indeed different from ordinary bowls.
There were no bumps or scratches on it, so she looked around, then turned the bowl over and saw that it was a royal item, meaning it was from the palace.
Suddenly, a thought flashed through her mind, and she looked at the bowl in her hand again.
Because in his previous life, Song Weidong brought back a bowl like this, which he locked in a cabinet. Whenever he was happy, he would take the bowl out to show it off.
Can you make it cheaper?
"To be honest, these things aren't mine either. A few years ago, someone hid in my house, and then that person passed away. I found eight of these bowls in his bag!"
You mean you have eight of these bowls!
"Yes! That's right, there are eight!" the old man said happily. "If you can buy them all, just give me this much!"
He held up one finger; his target price was 1,000 yuan, so he could buy his son an apartment in the city.
As for how much those eight bowls were worth, he had no idea, because his family was largely uneducated.
All they wanted to do was exchange these things for some money!
Lu Zhixia looked at the bowl more carefully. Why did Song Weidong only bring back one bowl in his previous life?
What if I admit I'm wrong?
"Young lady, do you want it or not?" the old man said, getting a little anxious.
Lu Zhixia looked at Song Weidong getting out of the car not far away, and she answered decisively.
"Yes, come with me."
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