Chapter 102: Learning Pucheng Dialect
"Hey, what a coincidence! You want to give the house to Qingming. Qingming asked me to come and tell you that he wants to give you the house he lives in now. Since you don't want it, why not give it to me? I'll take all of it." Tian Guoqiang said jokingly.
"I'm not kidding you. To be honest, Qingming is Uncle Zhao's son-in-law. Uncle Zhao's property should be given to Qingming. At first, Uncle Zhao said he would give me the house as compensation.
At that time, I was very angry because Uncle Zhao kidnapped me, and I couldn't come to terms with it, so I agreed.
When I came back from Qingming's place in the morning, I suddenly realized that Uncle Zhao was wrong, but he just wanted my money, and he wanted the money to treat Rongrong's illness.
When I was really in danger, he chose to protect me without hesitation.
If it wasn't for protecting me, he wouldn't have killed anyone. So I think I can't take this house." Deng Xiuzhen said seriously.
Tian Guoqiang straightened his face and said seriously, "I'm afraid these two houses can only be yours. Qingming has cancer, and it's in the late stage. The doctor said he can live for at most three months."
"Then let him go for treatment! Uncle Zhao left him some money, and Uncle Zhao's house can be sold, and the money can be used to give him treatment!" Deng Xiuzhen was somewhat worried when she heard that Qingming had cancer.
Tian Guoqiang sighed and said, "He doesn't want to be treated. He said living a few more days will only cause him more pain, which is meaningless. It's better to let nature take its course and be relieved sooner."
Deng Xiuzhen fell silent. So far, cancer is still an incurable disease. It cannot be cured at all. Living only prolongs the pain. In the later stages, even painkillers are ineffective. One can only endure the pain and torture. It is truly worse than death.
"Don't think too much. Qingming can't see it with his eyes. In fact, he knows more than anyone else. He really wants to give you the house, but he's afraid you'll refuse, so he specially asked me to be his lobbyist.
In order to avoid disputes, he asked me to take him to find the relevant authorities and tell them that the house was bought by you.
Look, I brought all the receipts, documents and other formalities with me." Tian Guoqiang said, taking out a file bag and handing it to Deng Xiuzhen.
Deng Xiuzhen refused to take it and asked Tian Guoqiang to take it back to Qingming.
Tian Guoqiang sighed, pursed his lips and said, "I am not a nosy person. The reason I helped him make this trip was because he moved me with his words.
He said that he had been following other people's arrangements almost all his life, and now that he didn't have much time left, he hoped to be able to be his own master.
He said that his house was not worth much, but it was left to him by his parents and he didn't want it to be taken by others. He wanted to leave it to someone with a conscience.
He said that Uncle Zhao asked you to give him the money, the card was in your hand, and you knew the password. And Uncle Zhao couldn't get out, and if you didn't tell him, he would never know these things, but you kept your promise and brought the money to him. "
"Li Huzi wants his house?" Deng Xiuzhen thought of Qingming's preemptive speech in the morning.
"Well, not only Li Huzi, but also others, all relatives."
"But he still needs treatment! How about I take him to the hospital and let him get good treatment. And hire someone to take care of him." Deng Xiuzhen couldn't refuse, but she didn't want to accept rewards without doing anything, as that would make her feel guilty.
"Qingming said that he would go back to his hometown in two days to clean his parents' graves and dig a grave for his wife and children. He wanted the three of them to be together." Tian Guoqiang's voice became lower and lower as he spoke, and his words were tinged with sadness.
"A family of three together?" Deng Xiu suddenly looked up and asked.
"That's what he said." Tian Guoqiang replied.
"But Xiaobao and his family are no longer with us, and even their ashes are left in Kyoto."
"I said so, but Qingming said that he had their clothes at home, so he could use them as a replacement, which was better than nothing. And he thought that as long as he was sincere, he would get what he wanted."
"Go back and tell Qingming to wait for a few days. I will go to Kyoto to get Xiaobao and Rongrong's ashes and let him take them back to his hometown!" Deng Xiuzhen said anxiously.
Tian Guoqiang nodded carefully, thought for a moment and asked again: "Is there something wrong with your old company? Will he have any objection to you going to Kyoto at this time?"
Speaking of this, Deng Xiuzhen suddenly remembered what she found wrong that day, and she quickly told Tian Guoqiang about her doubts.
"Do you suspect that these people know each other?" Tian Guoqiang asked.
"Well, they must know each other, maybe they are very familiar with each other, so I think this matter is a bit strange and I suspect they are up to something.
I even doubted whether anyone was dead or not. "Deng Xiuzhen was more relaxed in front of Tian Guoqiang and said whatever she thought.
"You mean that maybe no one is dead, and those two people may be faking their deaths?" Tian Guoqiang thought of something, stood up suddenly, and asked anxiously.
Deng Xiuzhen was startled, patted Tian Guoqiang's arm, glanced at him sideways and said in a reproachful tone: "Why are you so impatient? You scared me!"
"I have to go and do my work first. If it's convenient for you, you can go to Kyoto earlier. I'll let Qingming go back to my hometown a few days later." Tian Guoqiang smiled and ran away before he finished his words.
Deng Xiuzhen was holding the file bag and hadn't come to her senses yet when Yang Yu's voice was heard outside the door, calling Xiuzhen loudly.
Deng Xiuzhen stuffed the file bag under the bed, agreed and walked out the door.
Seeing Deng Xiuzhen, Yang Yu introduced her with a smile: "Xiuzhen, this is my daughter-in-law Liu Huan. Look, isn't she pretty?"
Liu Huan called her Aunt Deng obediently.
Deng Xiuzhen agreed with a smile.
"Huanhuan, you have to learn to speak Pucheng dialect, otherwise it will be difficult for us to communicate. And when you go out to buy things, people will criticize you." Yang Yu communicated with Liu Huan in poor Mandarin.
"Mom, I have learned it. Sister Wang said that I can learn faster by going to the vegetable market. So I went to the market specially to learn today. Now I can speak a few words of Pucheng dialect." Liu Huan said.
"Sister Yang, I have something else to do, I'll go in first." Deng Xiuzhen wanted to go to Kyoto as soon as possible, so she had to buy a train ticket. She didn't have time to chat with Yang Yu.
"Hey, don't be impatient, let's just listen. You don't know, my wife is very smart and sensible!"
Yang Yu grabbed Deng Xiuzhen and turned to Liu Huan in broken Mandarin, "My dear wife, please speak the Pucheng dialect you learned today so that your Aunt Deng and I can hear it."
"Okay!" Liu Huan agreed, cleared his throat and said seriously: "Fuck you!"
Deng Xiuzhen was stunned and suspected that she was hallucinating.
Yang Yu scratched his ears and asked Liu Huan, "What did you say?" It seemed that he didn't react.
"You motherfucker! You stupid bitch! You..."
"Mom! Where did you learn these swear words? Stop talking!" Yang Yu covered Liu Huan's mouth with one hand and pulled her home with the other hand.
Deng Xiuzhen held back her laughter, returned home, took out her file bag, and found the card she kept in the gap between the cupboards. She looked at the file bag again and realized that she was missing a place to put her things.
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