"Dad, Mom--" Gu Dongmei was about to go to Mr. Bai's house next door when she saw two old people looking out the door and shouted in surprise.
"I told you it's right to go this way, but you insisted on contradicting me." Old man Jiang said to his wife with a proud look on his face. He raised his head, glanced at his daughter-in-law beside him, and barely suppressed his complacent look.
The old woman only knows how to make a fuss, but when it comes to real work, he still has to rely on him.
"Dongmei, you have been staying in the capital for more than a month. Your father and I are in our hometown and don't know what the situation is like here, so we came here to take a look." Old Mrs. Miao didn't care about the old man's little pride. She missed her precious grandson so much that she couldn't wait to see Jiang Yilu.
"How is your mother? She said on the phone that she's fine. Your father and I didn't see her in person, so we're still a little worried." The old lady was not stupid enough to say directly, "I'm worried that all of you are surrounding Old Lady Zhao and forgetting about these two old people, so I rushed to the capital in a hurry. Isn't this embarrassing?"
Old Mrs. Miao hid her pettiness very well and spoke in a very kind manner on the surface.
Gu Dongmei had never received such a kind expression from the old lady before. She was flattered. Seeing that the old lady cared so much about her mother's condition, she felt a little touched.
"My mother is much better now. She has been discharged from the hospital and is living at home. My third sister and her family have also gone back. For the time being, Sanni and I will take turns taking care of her." Gu Dongmei answered honestly.
"Dad, Mom, come in quickly. This is the house Xiaobao bought. He specially chose to be next to Uncle Bai's house, separated by a wall. Xiaobao had this house renovated and even reserved a room for you two. He said he could bring you over to stay occasionally. All the furniture and bedding are complete. I'll help you dry them today and you can move in that night."
When Gu Dongmei came to the big city, she found that everything here was different from their small village.
At first, Zhao Hong was the only one living in her ward. When her condition got better and the hospital beds were a bit tight, two other patients were moved in.
The other two patients were also elderly people of similar age to Zhao Hong. Their children were filial and there were people accompanying them in the hospital every day. However, the conditions of those two families were not as good as theirs. The food and supplies they used were much worse than theirs.
Because the ward was full of female patients, the bedside attendants were basically the female relatives of the family. A group of women gathered together, with no hobbies but to chat. After a while, Gu Dongmei became familiar with them and heard things she had never heard before.
It turned out that the life of city dwellers was not as good as she had imagined. It was extremely rare for a family to have two workers. In most cases, it was good enough for a small family to have one formal worker. The other one either did odd jobs to earn some money or became a full-time housewife, responsible for taking care of the elderly and children.
Everything in the city costs money, and everyone’s life is not that comfortable.
In comparison, Gu Dongmei, who was born in the countryside but gave birth to several promising children who can earn money, became the envy of everyone in the ward. She did not have to do farm work every day. She only had to buy groceries and cook, and take care of the elderly in the hospital bed with her sister and daughter. Gu Dongmei felt unprecedented ease and joy.
The accommodation and food are so good that I almost don’t want to leave.
But today, when she saw the two old people in her family appear in the capital, Gu Dongmei's heart suddenly tightened, knowing that the end of her good days was not far away.
"Oh, this yard is so magnificent."
As the old lady walked into the yard, her eyes widened.
The whole yard is arranged in a staggered manner with flowers, stones and trees. The symmetrical wooden houses are exquisite and solemn. The aisle leading from the front yard to the back yard is paved with neatly arranged stone bricks. The combination of stone bricks of different colors has created a road with unique flavor.
The old lady didn't dare to use any force when stepping on the stone road, for fear of breaking it.
"My goodness, only officials in the past could live in a courtyard like this. I never thought that I, Miao Sanfeng, could enjoy the blessing of my children and grandchildren and live in such a grand house when I am old." As Old Mrs. Miao walked, she carefully touched the flowers, plants and trees beside her, and she was satisfied no matter how she looked at them.
Old Man Jiang didn't say anything, but looking at the boy standing behind him with his head held high, he knew what he was thinking.
Gu Dongmei was at the back, carrying the large and small bags that the old couple had brought. She quickly called for Jiang Dahai to come out and help carry the things.
"Mom and Dad, why did you come here without telling me in advance so that I could pick you up." Jiang Dahai ran out in a hurry with mud on his hands.
Jiang Dahai is a man who can't sit still. Seeing that his son had planted beautiful flowers and plants in the front yard and the backyard was still empty, he simply plowed the land for his son and planted seasonal vegetables and basic seasonings such as onions, ginger, and garlic.
This is the bad thing about the city, everything costs money. For example, in their village, if someone's family is out of onions, they can just inform the owner and go to someone else's field to pick some. Jiang Dahai felt sorry for his son's money, so he thought of making use of the empty land behind.
What’s more, the vegetables you grow yourself are fresh and safe to eat.
"Do you think your father and I are as stupid as you? We have the address but can't find the place." Old Mrs. Miao glared at her son. Ever since she had a grandson, she cared less and less about her son, who used to be the apple of her eye.
Although he had good intentions, he was scolded by the old lady. Jiang Dahai immediately became depressed and lowered his head to express his grievance.
The house that Jiang Yi prepared for the two old people had a good orientation and large rooms. All the furniture was Chinese-style solid wood furniture. The wardrobes, tables and chairs were all collected by him from Antique Street. They were all made of top-quality wood and were well preserved. With a little repair, they were restored to their former glory. The whole house looked clean and elegant.
"Xiaobao is a thoughtful child. He always cares about us two old people. Your father and I are blessed to have such a grandson." Old Mrs. Miao walked into the house, touched the table and chair, and occasionally tested the softness of the mattress, and said with satisfaction.
She had never thought of a room like this before.
"Xiaobao's house was also bought with the help of you two. If he is not filial, I, as his father, will not forgive him." Jiang Dahai laughed, his face immediately lit up when he mentioned his precious son.
"Who are you teaching a lesson to? Who can you teach a lesson to?" Jiang Dahai had just finished speaking when he was beaten by the old lady. Jiang Dahai did not dare to resist and could only run around the room.
"Our Xiaobao is much more successful than your father. You still want to teach him a lesson? I'll teach you first." Old Mrs. Miao took off her shoes, picked them up and ran towards Jiang Dahai.
Jiang Dahai felt so wronged. How come he got scolded every day since his son became capable? Jiang Dahai hid by the sea, thinking aggrievedly.
"You run fast." The old lady ran a few laps and sat down panting. She didn't really mean to beat Jiang Dahai, she just wanted to teach him a lesson.
Her precious grandson was such a good kid, why did his father throw dirty water on him every day? The old lady glared at her son, but the person being glared at could not understand anything except feeling wronged.
"Mom and Dad, you're here at the right time. It's almost time for dinner. We've been eating at Uncle Bai's house next door lately. Sanni and the others should have finished cooking." Jiang Dahai saw that his mother was about to take action again, so he covered his head and spoke.
"Where's your mother-in-law? Is she also next door?" asked Old Mrs. Miao tentatively.
"Yes, she just passed by. She is now in a wheelchair. She will go to rest wherever there are people. She cannot leave her family for the time being." Jiang Dahai answered directly without thinking too much.
"She is a blessing in disguise." The old lady muttered a few words, thinking about how Mrs. Zhao had been treated like a star these days, and she felt jealous. But from another perspective, if she had such a blessing because of the persecution of her son and daughter-in-law, the old lady would still not be willing.
This is also the reason why, although she was not very happy that her son, daughter-in-law, and grandchildren all went to take care of their grandmother, she did not directly raise any objections.
When Old Man Jiang and Old Lady Miao went over, the food was about to be served and everyone was seated.
Everyone was surprised at the sudden appearance of the two old men, and blamed them for not informing them in advance when they came, wondering what would happen if something happened.
Old Lady Miao said nonchalantly: "Why should we be so nervous? We are not completely helpless. If anything goes wrong, we can just ask someone."
"The people in this capital are really nice. They are very enthusiastic to help us find the way. At the entrance of the alley not far ahead, we met a young man who looked quite decent. Your grandfather asked him for directions in a nice way. It would have been fine if he didn't answer, but he even pushed your grandfather. If I hadn't held him up, he would have fallen down."
Old Mrs. Miao was still very angry when she mentioned that well-mannered young man. She believed that when their granddaughter looks for a partner in the future, she must not look for someone who doesn't even respect the elderly.
"Who fell down? I was standing very steadily at that time, and you were the only one who meddled in other people's business and helped me up." Old man Jiang was almost pushed down by a young man. It would be so embarrassing to tell others about it. Old man Jiang glared at his wife and told her not to make fun of him in front of the old man.
"Okay, okay, I'm meddling in other people's business. You're the best, no one can push you down." Old Mrs. Miao rolled her eyes and ignored the old man with overflowing self-esteem. She turned around and chatted with Zhao Hong, asking about her health.
"What kind of person is so uncultured? Grandma, if you see him again, tell me and Sanni and I will help you teach her a lesson." Erni glared and was unwilling to show the way. Just walk away. Is it necessary to push someone, especially an old man?
"That's right." Jiang Sanni also nodded heavily to show her agreement.
A group of people surrounded the vulgar man and started to denounce him. Fu Yunsheng, who had just arrived at the door of his house, couldn't help sneezing. He touched his nose, wondering if he had a cold.
Just as he was about to enter the door, he suddenly saw a hiding man out of the corner of his eye. His face suddenly changed. Seeing the man waving at him, Fu Yunsheng thought for a while, looked around, and walked towards the alley where the strange man was hiding with a gloomy face.
"How did you find this place?"
Fu Yunsheng remembered that he did not reveal his identity at the beginning. He just found a gangster, gave him money, and asked him to cooperate in the play. He thought that he would never have the chance to meet him again in the future. How come the man who had disappeared for a long time appeared in front of him again, and appeared at his doorstep.
"Big brother, I'm a bit short of money recently, so please support me." The gangster was nonchalant and looked at Fu Yunsheng with a threatening look in his eyes. He was not stupid. Fu Yunsheng had asked him to act out that scene in the beginning. He pretended to accidentally hurt someone and ran away, but he was actually hiding not far away. He had already found out clearly where the two protagonists of this incident lived and what their identities were.
"You want to date a girl from a rich family, the fifty yuan I gave you was too little, right? I helped you get her, you should at least add another zero." The gangster rubbed his fingers. The girl's family seemed to run a hot pot restaurant, and the business was pretty good. The well-dressed man in front of him must have been attracted by the girl's money, so he did this. He felt that he was not overdoing it. Compared with the five hundred yuan, it was obvious that the man in front of him made more money.
"Where would I get so much money?" Fu Yunsheng looked around and said angrily.
"I don't care. If I don't get the money, I don't know what I will say." The gangster looked like a tough guy, but he really found Fu Yunsheng's weak spot.
"Okay, give me a few days to raise the money. This is the last time." Fu Yunsheng took a deep breath, regretting that he had not done things carefully and cleanly at the beginning, and was caught by someone. This time he would spend money to avoid disaster.
"Okay, I'll give you three days. The location will be the place where we did the transaction last time. Don't worry, I, Li San, am also well-known in this business. I keep my word. If I wasn't really short of money this time, I wouldn't have done such a thing." Li San patted Fu Yunsheng on the shoulder and left with an obscene smile.
If you don't do something like this that will pay off in the long run, you'd be a fool. If you're really short of money, who would care about morality? Li San smiled and felt that he had found a way to get rich.
Fu Yunsheng looked at Li San's receding back, clenched his fists, and walked towards himself.
The author has something to say: Mrs. Miao: Whose fault is it that Xiaobao made a mistake?
Jiang Dahai: My fault
Mrs. Miao: Whose fault is it that your father and I made a mistake?
Jiang Dahai: My fault
Mrs. Miao: Then...
Jiang Dahai: My fault
Old Lady Miao: I haven't finished talking yet, why are you answering me?
Jiang Dahai: This mistake is still my fault
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