Du Ruo threw the broken mobile phone onto the passenger seat and drove all the way home. In the early 1990s, the provincial capital was already experiencing traffic jams, and this section of road was being expanded, making the congestion even worse.
Du Ruo looked at the taillights of the car in front of her and walked forward into the night. The moment she stepped into the courtyard, she was surprised to find that Yu Min and her two children were gathered at the kitchen door.
Hearing the door open, she turned around and saw Du Ruo coming back. Yu Min smiled and waved at her. Du Ruo walked over curiously and saw what a rare sight it was.
I saw Yuan Tingchuan standing in front of the stove wearing an apron, busy picking up noodles.
Du Ruo sent Yu Min and the two children into the house, and leaned against the door frame, watching quietly.
Yuan Tingchuan didn't say much over the past year, but he did a lot, starting with small things and slowly surrounding her. Looking at this man who cooked for her, Du Ruo had a smile on her lips.
This man who appeared in her life due to a twist of fate made her heart so moved.
"Have you seen enough? If you have, come and help me. It's rare for me to be in the kitchen again. If I don't succeed, I'll cry in front of you."
Du Ruo couldn't help but smile. She walked forward and hugged the man's waist from behind.
"Then cry for me. I'd really like to see it. Or I'll get a camera first so I can keep it as a permanent souvenir."
Yuan Tingchuan put down his chopsticks, turned around, hugged her in his arms, and wiped her face with his wet hands.
A low voice fell into her ears: "You heartless little thing, you still want to see me cry? I should have let you cry for a while last night, try again today."
Du Ruo raised her cheek and kissed the man's lips. As their lips and teeth rubbed against each other, she said vaguely, "Thank you." Thank you for always comforting my anxiety, thank you for your tolerance and love.
A smile appeared on Yuan Tingchuan's lips, and he gently kissed her forehead.
Du Ruo was full after dinner and leaned on Yuan Tingchuan and didn't want to get up.
Yuan Tingchuan reached out and gently stroked her long hair, and the two of them snuggled together in silence.
The phone next to Du Ruo rang again, and the person calling was still Chen Hong.
"Boss Du, please help me. I really have no one else to turn to. Please."
Du Ruo sighed, feeling sorry for the loving hearts of all parents in the world.
"I'll go there tomorrow."
Yuan Tingchuan slowly parked the car in front of Chen Hong's house and said helplessly to Du Ruo, "Get out, Auntie. I had an appointment with Uncle Yang to accompany him to Secretary Wang's house today, but I stood him up and ended up running off to the countryside with you. Let's go."
"I told you to go and do your thing, but you had to come with me."
"Do you have any conscience, woman? Has your conscience been eaten away by that lapdog outside?"
Du Ruo followed his gaze and saw that there was indeed a yellow pug squatting in front of the car. She smiled.
The two men got out of the car and before they could raise their hands to knock on the door, a woman with disheveled hair rushed out. It was Chen Hong.
As soon as she saw Du Ruo, she grabbed her sleeve and said incoherently: "I will work for you, I can do it, I have been playing with these porcelains since I was a child, I really can do it, please, give me money."
Chen An rushed out of the door, grabbed Chen Hong and dragged her back. Chen Hong struggled desperately. A hint of coldness flashed across Chen An's mouth. He grabbed her hair, turned around and kicked her into the door.
Chen An turned around and said to Du Ruo, "We are husband and wife. I don't agree with her borrowing money from you. You are such a sucker. Are you willing to be ignored by others? I won't return a single cent to you. Now leave."
Chen Hong, who was inside the door, fell to the ground after being kicked by him. Upon hearing this, she rolled and crawled forward, shouting loudly, "Don't go, Mr. Du, please don't go. Please, please don't go. I will pay you back, and I will pay you back alone."
Chen An turned around and slapped him, shouting, "Get out of here, you want to pay me back? What are you going to use to pay me back? If you sell it out, it's not worth anything."
Mother Shen rushed out of the house, pulled Chen Hong and said, "You gave birth to such a terrible thing, and you still have the nerve to cry here? The doctor said that without 200,000 yuan, your son cannot be saved at all. Do you want to kill my son? 200,000 yuan? Do you want him to be a slave in his next life?"
Chen Hong burst into tears in despair and looked at Du Ruo pleadingly.
"Take care of your own affairs before you come back to me. I'll be here for three days. That's my limit. I have a lot of things to deal with at home. I only have three days. Once you've dealt with your affairs, we can discuss the next step. Otherwise, I'll turn around and leave."
Du Ruo realized that the Shen family was not a good family. She didn't want to waste her money in vain, nor did she want to be blamed after taking the money.
Chen Hong was about to pounce on Du Ruo again, but she saw the man next to Du Ruo step forward and stand in front of her. The man was very imposing, and Chen Hong was frightened. While she was stunned, Du Ruo and the man got into the car and left.
Du Ruo and Yuan Tingchuan were walking side by side in the county's flea market. There were a lot of different things here, including daily necessities and old items. There were also many people coming to watch the fun, and the market was crowded.
"This plate is quite nice, but it's too expensive. Can you give me a discount?"
"Brother, this is an antique, not a Japanese magazine."
"Have you ever seen such a new antique?"
This is true. The blue and white porcelain plate in his hand is brand new. Some people would believe him if he said it was a new item sold in Japanese grocery stores.
"I'm telling you, I found this at an old lady's house. The old lady said her father was once a prince. Do you know a prince? He's a royal relative. Now that he's fallen on hard times and the old lady is dying, she picked up all the things and sold them. It's a real antique."
This man was also an expert. He said with a look of disapproval, "Antiques are always signed on the bottom. Yours is bare, without even a signature. Which emperor do you think made it? Was it from an official kiln or a folk kiln? To be honest, I just think the flower on the top is pretty. I think it will be pleasing to the eyes when I buy it back."
The stall owner touched his nose, still unwilling to give in. He shook his head and said, "No."
The man got up and left. If you don’t want to buy it, forget it. It’s just a modern handicraft. Who are you trying to fool?
"Can I see it?"
The stall owner looked up and saw a lesbian coming. She was dressed very fashionably and had an outstanding temperament. The lesbian behind her was even more imposing and it was obvious that he was not an ordinary person.
The stall owner became interested and said enthusiastically, "Take a look at it. If you are not satisfied with that one, I have another one here. Take a look at this one."
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