Turning my head, I saw Huang Xiaoguo.
The father and son looked at each other and sighed. Life is truly not easy...
Huang Xiaoqiang described Wu Laotai's fight almost like a duel between martial arts masters, leaving Huang Xiaomin and his wife stunned.
As soon as the light in Grandma Wu's room went out, Huang Xiaoqiang immediately shut up, gave them a knowing look, turned around and jumped onto the bed, pulled the blanket over his head, and looked like he was going to sleep.
The people left behind, each with their own thoughts, went back to their houses.
The next morning, Huang Xiaoguo and Huang Xiaomin waited in front of Old Lady Wu's door. As soon as she came out of the house, they brought her toiletries.
"Mom, everything is ready, go wash up."
"Eat."
Grandma Wu's eye twitched. She didn't know what had gotten into them. Looking at the prepared food, she didn't hesitate for a moment, washed it all, and started eating.
Isn't it good to have someone to wait on you?
She wouldn't let some unresolved issue create a rift between them, nor would she feign not wanting to have anything to do with those bastard sons anymore.
The past life was a lesson, a time when feelings faded, but the relationship itself was clearly there.
To say we've severed ties?
What era are we living in?
Is it something you can just cut ties with as you please?
What's the reason for this breakup? They haven't done anything outrageous yet, but if they do, they'll become the victims.
Grandma Wu exhaled through her nose, creating two thin ripples in the thin porridge.
Just as she was about to get up, Huang Xiaoguo grabbed her arm. "Mom, don't worry, I'll definitely try my best to find a job. Could you..."
The words were interrupted by Huang Xiaoqiang, who peeked out from behind: "What my older brother means is that Mom should go easy on him in the future, and not beat him like she beat Hu Tiejun."
Huang Xiaomin nodded in agreement.
Grandma Wu was speechless. "Why would I hit you if you didn't make me angry?"
Huang Xiaoguo froze upon hearing this. This meant that if he angered them, then...
Grandma Wu glanced at the clock on the wall and saw that it was getting late, so she hurriedly got up and went out.
The next second, a figure shot out, shouting, "Mom, wait for me! Let's go together!"
The room was left with a somber atmosphere.
After feeding Huang Xuewen, Wang Huijun got up and began to clear the dishes.
Huang Xiaoguo was startled awake and got up to help her tidy up, muttering, "I'll do it, I'll do it."
Huang Mancang got ready early in the morning and left home, sighing as he walked.
Holding a dark-colored steamed bun he brought from home, he took a bite of the bun, a sip of water, and before he knew it, the bun was lodged in his trachea, and he started coughing terribly.
Seeing the factory gate not far away, he reached out and called out, "Someone come here!"
He was thinking about it, but he couldn't utter a single word.
Oh my god!
Will he choke to death?
His pale face instantly turned red, and Huang Mancang tried to dig into his throat, but it was no use.
Suddenly, a pair of hands landed on his back, and a barrage of fists pounded on his back. Caught off guard, Huang Mancang coughed even more violently from the blows.
The newcomer seemed to be in a hurry. He spun the person around with both hands, placed them in front of him, and started pounding on their stomach.
Huang Mancang was so badly beaten that he couldn't say a word, feeling utterly miserable.
"cough!!!"
A violent cough caused a piece of steamed bun the size of a child's fist to fall to the ground. Huang Mancang gasped for breath, slowly calming down before finally looking at the person who had been beating him so hard.
"Da Zhuang?"
"It's me."
Huang Mancang straightened up, his face looking rather grim. "You were trying to beat me to death just now, weren't you?"
"But how can you cough it up without straining?"
Huang Mancang choked, feeling that something was wrong. Someone had almost choked to death before, but no one had coughed up anything like this, as if they were hitting someone so hard.
Just as he was about to say something, Da Zhuang, who was hammering him, had already walked past him and entered the factory.
Huang Mancang clutched his aching stomach and reached for his back, entering the factory in this strange posture.
The person who greeted him yesterday, when we met again today, just walked right past him without any reaction.
Huang Mancang was taken aback. What was going on?
Several people passed by, and they were all like that.
Huang Mancang entered his workshop with a sullen face. He remained like this all day long. Wherever he went, it was as if a plague had struck, and there wasn't even a dog in sight.
Even after work, Huang Mancang pulled aside a colleague he usually got along well with, took him to a corner, and asked in a deep voice,
"What's wrong with them? Are they treating me like I'm invisible?"
Da Zhuang crossed his arms and looked at him with amusement, "You don't know?"
"I don't know shit!"
Dazhuang waved his hand, "Hey, what's there to be angry about?"
Huang Mancang let out a heavy sigh. "What happened to you this morning? And what's wrong with the people at the factory?"
Da Zhuang said innocently, "You can't blame me this morning. I don't want your thanks, and you shouldn't blame me either."
After saying that, Huang Mancang raised his hand to touch his stomach, rolled his eyes at him, and considered it a closed chapter.
Seeing that he remained silent, Dazhuang glanced around and, seeing that no one was around, leaned forward and whispered, "Your reputation is completely ruined."
Huang Mancang was puzzled. What did he mean by "bad reputation"? What had he done?
Da Zhuang kindly explained to him, listing everything about beating his wife, being covered in bruises, and gambling away all the family's money.
After hearing the explanation, Huang Mancang wanted to defend himself.
The words were on the tip of her tongue, but then she lost her nerve and asked him listlessly, "Who said that?"
Dazhuang rolled his eyes and replied, "I don't know."
He couldn't very well sell his wife, could he? After all, his wife and Huang Mancang's wife worked at the same factory.
He and Huang Mancang got along alright, but only within the factory; they didn't see each other after work.
As soon as Huang Mancang finished work, he was nowhere to be found; no matter how hard Huang Mancang tried, he couldn't find him.
In our daily interactions, I think they're alright in terms of talking and working, but I don't know anything else.
Just as Huang Mancang had perked up, a large face loomed in front of him, and someone asked in a low voice, "You really hit your wife?"
"Still gambling?"
He could say no...
Da Zhuang smacked his lips and thought there must be something wrong with his head. Even the leader said that women hold up half the sky.
He actually dared to defy the rules and beat his wife.
Isn't this just recklessly courting death?
Out of consideration for their past friendship, Da Zhuang spoke with good intentions, saying, "Mancang... we both come from the countryside. It wasn't easy for us to get into the city and become workers. You... cherish this opportunity, and don't go looking for trouble."
Huang Mancang turned slightly to the side and muttered, "I know, as the saying goes, a prodigal son who returns is more precious than gold, isn't that what I'm doing now?"
Dazhuang nodded, then hesitated for a moment before saying to him, "Mancang, I'm afraid I won't be able to be with you these next few days. Please bear with me."
Huang Mancang was about to speak when Dazhuang cut him off, saying, "Anyone who goes with you now will be secretly cursed. You should behave well, and I'll go with you again after this is over."
After saying that, he glanced around furtively, and seeing that no one was around, he quickly left.
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