"Shouren, let's... stop here." Qin Huairu struggled to sit up, her face flushed, her voluptuous body trying to get off Wang Shouren.
"Don't move, let me hold you a little longer." Wang Shouren said with his eyes closed.
Qin Huairu obediently stopped moving. She was still a little dizzy. How could this person be getting more and more outrageous?
"Speak?"
"Huh? What did you say?"
"What have you been thinking about to come to this conclusion? My dear sister."
"Don't get so close, my ears are itchy." Qin Huairu shrank back, her voice trembling slightly.
However, after calming herself down a bit, she continued, "I'm almost 30, and you're not even 18 yet. Besides, you're about to go to vocational school. It's not appropriate for us to stay together. You should focus on your studies..."
She talked for a long time, but Wang Shouren didn't react. She looked up and saw his handsome eyes looking at her mischievously: "Are you done?"
"Huh? Hmm? You...you mustn't..."
"That makes a lot of sense, but I refuse..."
"boom!"
Thunder rumbled again, but the dark clouds in the sky had already dispersed, and the bright moon, looking somewhat weary, hung high in the sky.
Under the moonlight, a figure limped back to the central courtyard.
The words Wang Shouren had just said echoed in her ears: "No matter what, you are mine."
Her legs felt slightly weak, but she forced herself to return to the house despite her exhaustion. Looking at the group of people sleeping soundly in the house, she sighed softly, grabbed a water glass from the table, took a few sips, got into bed, and fell into a deep sleep.
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The next day at noon, with nothing else to do, Wang Shouren slept until midday.
An old man had just returned this morning and was resting in the yard. When he saw Wang Shouren come out, he waved to him.
To be honest, sometimes you have to admire the wisdom of our ancestors. In this month, with this sun, there's a strange coolness in the yard.
"What's up, old man? Did you strike it rich again last night?" Wang Shouren walked over with a smile.
In those days, everyone had a food ration book, and everything was centrally allocated. But if there were any extra rations, then food coupons and money were needed. For example, an eighth-grade worker like this old man would have a few days each month when he needed to do some technical work, which was called overtime. For this overtime, the factory would provide some compensation.
Of course, these things can't be said openly. They're given secretly and discreetly.
"You little rascal, why do you keep talking about getting rich? I heard you were making quite a stir yesterday?" An old man frowned.
"It doesn't count."
“What do you mean it doesn’t count? You have to fix that brick.” An old man pointed to the broken brick in the middle of the yard, which Wang Shouren had stepped on yesterday.
"Hehe, done."
"Hey, I heard you passed the exam?" An old man rubbed his throbbing temples. This should have been good news. But when he returned home early in the morning, his wife told him that the deaf old lady was looking for him.
After the deaf old lady recounted what happened yesterday, he started to feel a bit of a headache.
This old lady has a certain eloquence.
He didn't hide anything, simply recounting the events. Then, he subtly told him that the caregiver he had found was too calculating and didn't seem like a good person. He even pointed out that the matter of caring for the elderly should still be handled by Sha Zhu, as that person was more temperamental.
He understands the reasoning, but this old man hasn't gone mad yet.
He didn't pay much attention to what the deaf old lady was saying. In his opinion, the deaf old lady was just biased towards Sha Zhu and was only bothering Sha Zhu for the food he made.
He didn't care about that; what he cared about was why martial arts competitions were being held openly in this compound.
This is unacceptable. Moreover, what's even more outrageous is that Yan Laosan was also charging admission fees outside.
If the neighborhood committee finds out, he'll be in big trouble. It's just that his second uncle accompanied him to and from get off work yesterday, otherwise…
"Hey, not bad luck." Wang Shouren had no idea that the old man was thinking about so many things. Chatting with the old man could be quite interesting sometimes.
The three old men in the courtyard each had their own unique characteristics.
Just as Wang Shouren was about to exchange a few words with the old man, Director Wang walked in from outside, accompanied by a tall man in a Type 65 military uniform. The man had a resolute gaze, a steady gait, and slightly rough skin, with a gruesome scar below his left ear. From the moment he entered, his gaze had been fixed on Wang Shouren.
He was looking at Wang Shouren, and Wang Shouren was looking at him.
Director Wang had a serious expression, and an old man immediately stood up to greet him. Director Wang's expression was never a good sign.
"Yi Zhonghai! Your hospital is really something! I'm filing a formal complaint!" Director Wang started off with a sarcastic tone, leaving the old man stunned.
"Wha...what's going on?" The old man was also a bit confused. A real-name report? That can't be right. In this day and age, reporting someone is no small matter. Anonymous is one thing, but if it's a real-name report, the reporter also bears a lot of responsibility. Real-name reports always lead to a lose-lose situation.
"Excuse me, sir, who is Wang Shouren?" The man's voice was slightly hoarse, but his tone was firm. Although he was asking a question, his eyes remained fixed on Wang Shouren.
"That's me. May I ask why you're reporting me?"
"You'll find out once you come with us. Sir, are you in charge here?"
"Yes...yes."
"Then I'll take him away. Keep this a secret. Don't spread it around until the investigation results are in."
"Okay, okay, okay." The old man had never seen anything like this before.
This person is clearly not simple.
The man took Wang Shouren away.
Director Wang and an old man were left staring at each other.
Director Wang's eyes narrowed, and he pointed a finger at the old man in the air, so angry he couldn't speak: "You, you, you!"
"What exactly is going on, Director Wang?" The old man was also a little scared.
"How would I know? This comrade came to the door early in the morning, without saying a word, just pulled out a notebook." At this point, Director Wang's voice became softer: "Um, Wang Shouren, could there really be a problem?"
“What could be wrong with this? This child grew up in the countryside and is honest and simple.”
"That's hard to say. He's not usually very sociable, is he?"
"Ah, that's it."
"They probably don't go out much either."
"yes."
"That's it!" Director Wang slapped his thigh.
"Director Wang, you're talking nonsense!" Even the good-natured old man couldn't help but swear.
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