41 Unity is strength
Miss Zhuang didn't care about the embarrassment. She immediately reached out to pick up the wig, turned her back and put it on her head.
The three of them pretended not to see anything and bent down to pick up the lychees that had rolled on the ground one by one.
He stuffed them all into Xu Zhiqian's arms, carefully holding them with the front of his clothes, slowly stood up, and said to Miss Zhuang with a smile, "Let me wash it!"
Miss Zhuang turned her head, her expression somewhat painful, but she pretended to be calm. She took an empty fruit basket and placed it by the sink. "Thank you for your help!"
Ni Yue's eyes followed her quietly, and suddenly he noticed that there was something wrong with her two curved eyebrows——
Each hair is individually attached to the brow bone. If you look closely, you can see that they were drawn with a pen!
My gaze moved downwards to the pair of thick, neat eyelashes that looked like brushes, and I noticed that the ends of the eyes were slightly curled up, like... false eyelashes that were not stuck on.
So, Miss Zhuang not only has no hair, but also no eyebrows and eyelashes?
Ni Yue was startled in his heart. He turned around and looked into Zhang Chenling's eyes. He found that the latter also wanted to say something but hesitated. He immediately understood about 70% of what was going on.
This Miss Zhuang must have some disease, all her hair has fallen out.
Everything is implied.
The two sisters sat back in their chairs, and Miss Zhuang returned to the living room.
I saw those workers wrapping the sofa tightly with three layers inside and three layers outside, just like wrapping a rice dumpling.
"I used to wrap plastic wrap around my body when I took a shower, and then seal it with tape, wrapping myself up like a mummy!" Miss Zhuang turned her head and joked with them, as if she had put the embarrassing scene behind her.
Ni Yue didn't know whether to laugh or not, so he just curled the corners of his lips slightly, "Haha, it does look a bit like him!"
At this time, Xu Zhiqian walked straight to Miss Zhuang, carrying washed lychees. She reached into the basket, grabbed two handfuls, and stuffed them into the pockets of several workers. "It's hot, thank you for your hard work!"
"Of course, of course!" The workers grinned, and the next step was to move the sofa out.
Miss Zhuang and Xu Zhiqian hurriedly made room and sat down at the dining table.
"Are you here to help Uncle Qian take a bath?" Miss Zhuang picked up a lychee and asked while peeling it.
"Of course!" Ni Yue replied, "But his son is unreliable. He remembered the password to the gate incorrectly, so we can't get in!"
"It's not surprising," Miss Zhuang said with a smile, "He's done this a few times. Last time, a relative of his came to deliver something, and he let the person in directly. As a result, the door wouldn't open, so the person waited for a long time, and finally left cursing."
“…”Everyone was speechless.
"But it's good that he's not at home, so he doesn't have to smoke all the time." Miss Zhuang said again.
"What? You also know that he smokes?" Zhang Chenling was curious.
"Of course! He's been smoking for years! He probably just lost his job at the time, so he smoked especially hard. Every time he opened the door, a puff of smoke and some other strange smells would come out. One time, the smell was so strong that it drifted into my house, and my ex-husband's brother ran over to have a big fight with him..."
When Miss Zhuang mentioned her ex-husband, her face darkened and she quickly changed the subject. "By the way, you offer bathing services, right? I haven't had a bath since I got sick."
After a moment's hesitation, he added, "I have breast cancer."
Zhang Chenling's guess was almost right. She knew two sisters who had undergone chemotherapy for breast cancer. Their conditions were similar to Miss Zhuang's. Their hair basically fell out during the chemotherapy.
But he said, "I didn't realize you were in such good spirits. It seems you've recovered. That's great!"
Miss Zhuang just smiled.
"If you want to take a bath, the incision and the surrounding area must be waterproof," Zhang Chenling added. "But it also depends on the incision's healing process. If you just had surgery and the incision hasn't healed yet, taking a bath is actually not recommended. Hot water will irritate the incision and affect healing. So, when did you have the surgery?"
Miss Zhuang didn't answer Zhang Chenling's question, but continued, "Actually, I'm not dirty at all. I just really want to soak in the water for a while. Well, I used to be a swimming coach, although I'm a little short..."
Everyone was surprised.
Miss Zhuang chuckled. "I used to teach children to swim at the swimming pool in the sports park. Back then, I spent all day in the pool. Every day when I came home, I'd smell like disinfectant. I'd often break out in rashes, my hands would be wrinkled like someone's, and my hair would be dry and rough... I cursed countless times in my heart that I wanted to change my career. Now that I've left the pool completely due to illness, I miss it so much."
The three fell silent, not knowing what to say.
Ni Yue was puzzled. How could someone who played sports have such good health get breast cancer? And the house was about to be vacated. Was she going to stop living here?
"But I'm too thin now," Miss Zhuang added, "I'm afraid I can't even sit in the bathtub."
Zhang Chenling immediately replied, "Usually, we use a hammock to hold the patient afloat while they bathe. If you want to sit in the bath, the water level must be below your chest, and the padding must be soft! There are also inflatable bathtubs available for disabled elderly people. Those are softer and might be more suitable for your needs. However, since we're here today, we'll find a way to make it possible for you to soak in this bath!"
While a few people were discussing bathing techniques, the workers over there were moving the sofa around to find the right angle and finally managed to get it out the door.
Miss Zhuang walked to the door and watched them leave.
Just as he was about to close the door, a figure suddenly appeared from behind the door, and almost at the same time, the door was stuck.
She looked closely and asked, "Why are you here?"
There was fear in his voice.
"I came to see you. You didn't answer my call, and I thought you were dead!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the man opened the door and walked in with a swagger.
He is a middle-aged man with a greasy and vulgar appearance.
Seeing three people sitting at the dining table, he was stunned for two seconds, and then his tone softened, "Why? Do you have guests?"
"What? You don't dare to act wild now that there are guests here?"
"What are you talking about? I'm here to reason with you, not to act wildly."
"What else do you have to say?"
"You're asking even though you already know the answer... How much did that sofa sell for?"
“It’s none of your business!”
"Of course it has something to do with me. I paid for that sofa!"
"Don't make up stories like that. I've already given you the portion that belongs to you, and I've also given you the portion that doesn't belong to you. I don't owe you anything at all. Please leave my house immediately!"
…
The three people sitting on the chairs were completely dumbfounded.
Judging from the tone of his voice, this man should be Miss Zhuang’s ex-husband’s brother.
Also, there may be some financial disputes between the two.
"...Zhuang Xiaoyun, do you have a conscience? I even lost my job trying to treat you, and now you're saying this to me?"
"You lost your job because your employer found out you were gambling in Macau. What does that have to do with me?!"
"I gambled so I could cure your illness, didn't I?"
"You're kidding me! You came to me to ask for money when you lost, and gave your winnings to the female anchor. Do you think I don't know?"
"Stop rambling. I saw you listed that sofa on Xianyu for 3,500 yuan. How much did it finally sell for?"
I would like to ask
Is it true that descendants cannot shoot on weekdays?
Why can't Nuwa make up for Sunday?
Can Yugong
Move Wednesday aside quickly.
Dayu, please can you fix my salary first...
The two people's quarrel was interrupted by the ringing of Ni Yue's cell phone.
It was Qian, and his interview was over.
"Sorry, I have to go out to answer a phone call..."
Ni Yue ran outside to answer the phone, leaving the door of Miss Zhuang's house ajar, and then, under Qian's instructions, tried several passwords and finally opened the door lock of his house.
Just as I was thinking of going in to say hello to Uncle Qian, I suddenly heard a series of clanging sounds behind me, as if someone was fighting.
He pricked up his ears and listened carefully again - that's right, there was a fight in Miss Zhuang's house!
He quickly closed the door of Uncle Qian's house, turned around and opened the door, but was stunned by the scene in front of him.
I saw Zhang Chenling and Xu Zhiqian each holding one of my ex-husband's hands, pressing him face down on the ground, with one knee against my ex-husband's neck and the other against his lower back.
My ex-husband struggled desperately, like a maggot cocoon, but it was no use. He whimpered hoarsely, "Damn it, you bully me with your numbers!"
Miss Zhuang stood aside, her face pale, her lips trembling, but her tone was unusually calm, "Zhang Jinlai, now someone is helping me, you won't dare bully me anymore!"
...Hearing this, Zhang Chenling felt a pang of sadness.
She didn't know what had happened just now, but when she saw Miss Zhuang losing the fight, she got carried away and rushed over to curse at her ex-husband. The ex-husband rolled up his sleeves to show off his muscles. Xu Zhiqian thought he was really going to hit someone, and fearing that the two women would get hurt, he rushed over in a moment of desperation. So, several people who had originally not intended to fight for no reason started fighting. However, the ex-husband was strong on the outside but weak on the inside, and he was knocked to the ground in a few moves.
"You rely on your numbers to bully me..." My ex-husband was still crying out for justice.
Ni Yue stepped forward and asked, "Should we call the police?"
Miss Zhuang hesitated for a moment and said, "I want to call the police, but it might delay you from helping Uncle Qian take a bath. Isn't that a bit inappropriate?"
"Don't call the police! Don't call the police!" my ex-husband begged repeatedly, "Zhuang Xiaoyun, for the sake of our marriage, please don't mess with me, okay?"
"You deserve it. Who told you to mess with Miss Zhuang?!" Zhang Chenling scolded. She twisted his wrist back hard, lifted his arm upward, and pressed down with her knees at the same time. He screamed in pain as if he was being tortured.
"No," Ni Yue shook his head. "I feel like this guy is a piece of shit. If I don't call the police and give him a taste of his own medicine, he'll come back to bully you again!"
"Forget it," Miss Zhuang waved her hand. "Let him go. My body can't take it anymore. Going to the police station to give a statement would kill me."
"Oh my, you guys have already taken half of my life..."
"Don't think we're joking!" Ni Yue scolded harshly, "If you dare to bully Miss Zhuang again, you won't have to endure the pain I've inflicted!"
My ex-husband pretended to be dead and didn't dare to say another word.
…
After the farce was over, Miss Zhuang sat down at the dining table, holding her chest, gasping for breath and denouncing her ex-husband as a scumbag: "When I married him, I didn't receive any betrothal gifts, and the house was bought with money from my family. Later, he borrowed money from outside to gamble and lost it, and disappeared. The creditors came to my door and forced me to sell the house to pay off the debts, so I rented this small house now. Later, my parents died one after another, and I fell ill. He always stayed away from me as if he were the plague god, and I was nowhere to be seen all day... My illness was caused by him being angry over the years!" Everyone gritted their teeth in agreement.
"After this serious illness, I saw through marriage and just wanted peace and quiet. In order to divorce him, I wrote off all my debts and told him to get out. But he still came back to harass me again and again, asking me for money. He even came to take advantage of me even if I sold a sofa..."
Miss Zhuang choked up.
Ni Yue and Zhang Chenling hurried forward to comfort her, stroking her shoulders on the left and right.
"I won't say anything about my story first," Miss Zhuang wiped her tears and sighed, "Go and help Uncle Qian take a bath. I'm a little tired and need a good rest. I may not be able to take a bath today."
"Um...will you still live here in the future?" Ni Yue asked cautiously.
Compared to taking a bath, she was more concerned about where Miss Zhuang was going.
As expected, Ms. Zhuang shook her head. "I've already had eight chemotherapy sessions after the operation. I'm very weak and can hardly take care of myself. I can't do many heavy tasks, even holding a pot. So I sublet the house. However, the furniture in the house was all bought by me. They want to use it as a studio, so they don't even need a refrigerator. So I'll sell it if I can, or give it away for half the price. Next week I'll move to a nursing home in the suburbs. The rent is about the same as in the city, and there will be someone to take care of me. I'll stay there as long as I can..."
Ni Yue's nose felt sore when he heard this. "Then let's keep in touch. When you have enough energy, we will come over to help you take a bath. You should also have someone to help you pack your luggage. If you trust us, we can also help! Also, we can send you to a sanatorium..."
There is one more person in my heart that I need to keep in mind all the time.
Uncle Qian's house was as messy and dirty as ever, but unlike last time, this time there was a faint sound of singing coming from his room.
The three of them quietly pushed open the door and found him lying on the bed, gesturing and singing. Although his words were not very clear, his spirits were very high and he was much happier than before:
Unity is strength, unity is strength. This strength is iron, this strength is steel, harder than iron, stronger than steel! ...
He saw a few people walking into the house from the corner of his eye. He stopped immediately, his eyes narrowed into a line, "You guys are here, I've been waiting for you for so long!"
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