"Why did you hit me?"
"Just because I'm your aunt, wait till I coax her back, and see how I deal with you!" Zeng Qin stormed out to chase after the woman, but only glanced at her when she saw her pushing a bicycle at the door.
He was probably just there for the spectacle and didn't take it seriously.
Lu Zhixia pushed her bicycle inside and watched as the little girl slowly squatted down, then buried her face in her knees and began to sob.
After listening to their conversation, I learned that the little girl had just lost a loved one.
She understood this feeling perfectly, and took out a handkerchief from her pocket.
"Don't cry, crying won't solve anything. Wipe your tears."
Guan Xiaoya looked up and saw an older woman standing in front of her, looking at her gently and handing her a handkerchief.
The pent-up frustration of many days burst forth at this moment, and she opened her arms and hugged her legs.
She cried even louder.
Lu Zhixia reached out and touched her head. She was about the same age back then, and she had seen her grandfather pass away. However, she was the one crying alone at home at that time.
Later, they had to sell the house to afford the school fees.
Looking at the little girl in front of me, it's as if I'm seeing myself back then.
"elder sister!"
A little boy, about five or six years old, ran out of the house and stood beside the little girl, looking completely bewildered.
Guan Xiaoya had cried enough by then, and slowly let go of his hand. She realized that her crying had soaked his pants.
"sorry!"
"It's okay, it's hot, it'll dry in a bit."
Lu Zhixia knelt down and wiped her face with a handkerchief.
"You'll feel better after you've cried. There's still a long road ahead!"
Guan Xiaoya nodded slightly. Now that her parents were gone, she was an adult and had to take on the responsibility of caring for her younger brother.
Guan Xiaoming wiped away his sister's tears with his little hands. Their parents had left, and his sister had been bullied.
And there was nothing he could do; in that moment, he grew up.
Lu Zhixia looked at the brother and sister in front of her; they looked quite alike. Judging from their facial features, their parents were both good-looking.
How much are you planning to sell this house for?
When Guan Xiaoya heard that the woman was buying a house, she was taken aback at first, then said...
"My mother said before she died that our house could be sold for 1,800 yuan."
"How much did that person pay you?" Lu Zhixia asked curiously.
"She wanted to pay 1,400 yuan, which is far too low."
"Was the person who spoke up for that woman just now your aunt?"
"Yes, she is my aunt. We didn't keep in touch much before, but she helped with my mother's funeral arrangements."
Guan Xiaoya thought the older woman had a very pleasant voice, so she couldn't help but tell her about her own experiences.
"If she's your own aunt, why are you showing favoritism towards an outsider!"
Lu Zhixia hates relatives like this the most. They keep saying they're doing it for your own good, but in reality, they're just helping outsiders take advantage of you.
Guan Xiaoya smiled bitterly, "This is something I don't understand either. The house is our most valuable asset right now. When my mother passed away, she repeatedly told me to sell the house and then take my younger brother to school."
Lu Zhixia looked around and thought the house looked alright, so she blurted out,
"I'll take this house for 1800 yuan, but the ownership transfer has to be completed first."
"Really?" Guan Xiaoya stood up and looked the woman in front of her again.
She didn't look more than a few years older than me. "Sister, I'm selling this house for 1800 yuan."
“Yes, I’ll buy it.” Lu Zhixia sympathized with their plight, so she didn’t try to bargain.
Another reason is that I think the location of this house is good, and it can be sold after a little renovation.
Then, she suddenly remembered that in her past life she seemed to have heard that the area around this hospital had been relocated and a lot of money had been given.
So buying this house is a sure thing, you're guaranteed to make a profit!
"Alright, I'll sell you this house." Guan Xiaoya wasn't one to be coy; she was just emotional and didn't want to sell the house.
In reality, they don't have anything of value besides their house.
She could only go to school if she sold the house, and she also wanted to bring her younger brother with her, as she didn't feel comfortable leaving him in the care of any relative.
"Then take the paperwork and come with me to the housing management office. We'll transfer the property right now and then give you the money. Just trust me!"
While I sympathize with their plight, one thing at a time, and the first priority is to protect my own interests.
"Okay, I believe you."
Guan Xiaoya went back inside and retrieved the property ownership certificate and proof of her parents' death. Her aunt had asked her to prepare these documents, saying they would be needed for the property transfer, so she knew she needed them.
Lu Zhixia pushed the bicycle under the eaves, waited for the siblings to come out, and then asked them to lock the door. After that, they took a taxi together to the housing management office.
Once inside, I saw Sister Ling, whom Sang Biao had called out, right there in the lobby.
So she went over and called out enthusiastically, "Sister Ling!"
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