Qin Yuhuan's hands trembled as the door was pushed open, making a slightly empty "creak" sound in the narrow alley.
A strange and complex smell hit them in the face. Neither Qin Yuhuan nor Ziyi had ever smelled the "smell after someone has been gone for a while", but they both held their breath at the same time.
The moment the lights were turned on, the mess in the house made Qin Yuhuan, who had just managed to calm down, collapse again.
The house is about 40 square meters, with three rooms arranged in a straight line.
The living room is right after the entrance. It should have a sofa, TV, floor and windows that are clean, but the whole house is full of garbage and there is almost no place to step.
Empty cigarette butts, scattered cigarette butts, empty cans of eight-treasure porridge, and instant noodle boxes.
There was also a semi-automatic washing machine next to the door. Ziyi was wondering why the washing machine was placed here. When she opened the door of the washing machine, she found that the drum inside was full of rotten vegetables. The smell in the room became more complicated.
"This is my dad. He has never changed over the years."
Qin Yuhuan kicked away the garbage at his feet and turned to the bedroom on the right, only to find that the bed in the bedroom was piled with giant red lanterns brought back from Licheng, one after another, almost reaching the ceiling.
In addition to these, there are boxes and boxes of goods. Over time, the plastic has hardened and will break at the slightest touch.
The cement floor was covered in rat excrement, and the bedding in the cheap, simple wardrobe was riddled with holes from rat bites.
"Uncle might be..." Ziyi pointed to the sofa in front of the TV, "He's been sleeping on the sofa."
However, the sofa was littered with opened waist bags, and he probably slept directly on this pile of messy garbage.
The only thing pinned to the screen window behind the sofa was a photo of Qin Yuhuan's parents when they were young, with the words "Love each other for a lifetime" written on it in cinnabar-colored words.
Ziyi looked at the photo several times. Qin Yuhuan's mother's round face vaguely overlapped with the aunt who sold scarves many years ago, but Qin's father... she had no impression of him at all, and his face looked very unfamiliar.
Looking at it this way, Qin Yuhuan looks like someone who won the family genetic lottery and doesn't look like his parents at all.
Qin Yuhuan didn't know what expression she had at the moment, or perhaps she had no expression at all. The scene before her made her as devastated as when she learned of her father's accidental death.
There was a pile of unopened express packages in a corner. Qin Yuhuan flipped through a few of them and felt even more sad.
"Last year, he fainted at home due to high blood pressure. After waking up, he ran to the hospital. I bought him a blood pressure monitor and wanted to install a monitoring system, but he refused. At the end of the year, he said his teeth were broken. I asked him to go to a regular hospital, but he refused and insisted on going to a private dental clinic down the street. I also bought him an electric toothbrush."
There were too many things. The things Qin Yuhuan sent to Qin Changping piled up, and each one was something Qin Changping could use. However, when Qin Changping took these express deliveries back, he didn't even open them and threw them on the ground like garbage.
"I also gave him the money for the renovation. I said it would cost tens of thousands, or even hundreds of thousands, to decorate the house so he can live more comfortably."
As a result... Qin Yuhuan didn't see any trace of the money that was transferred to him openly.
The room on the far left is a kitchen and bathroom. The bathroom is particularly narrow, only half a square meter at most, and a squat toilet seems to take up the entire space.
The ground is covered with oil stains, and if you are not careful, you will slip while walking.
Qin Yuhuan looked at the bottles and jars piled on the cement platform, all of which were filled with various pickles and pickles. When he opened the refrigerator, an unspeakable stench came out. The refrigerated meat had long since gone bad and was leaking water.
There was also a bed opposite the cement platform, which was probably where Qin Yusu slept at first.
"I also bought this washing machine. He said it was broken, so I bought him a new one online."
Next to the bed was a simple wardrobe about 60 centimeters long, with all kinds of coats hanging on it. It was obvious that these coats were not cheap.
"I bought them too. I buy him new clothes and shoes every quarter."
Qin Yuhuan seemed to want to raise her hand to rub her swollen temples, but she touched something in the house again.
I wanted to wash my hands, but the only sink in the house was the dishwashing sink next to the bathroom. The water in the sink was not drained, and it was full of unknown small insects, like maggots, making it impossible to wash my hands.
"I don't know why his life has become like this, why he has to make himself like this."
Qin Yuhuan really couldn't understand why Qin Changping was not short of money, but his life was not even as good as that of a normal person.
The location and orientation of this house are not bad, but it was turned into a dark and dirty garbage dump.
"When my mom had an accident, I went home, and home wasn't much better than here. My dad, Qin Yushu, and Nianzhi—none of them did chores. My mom had to run a shop, and she still had to go home to cook three meals a day for Qin Yushu. Nianzhi was always forgetful when she went to school, often forgetting things and asking her to take them. Her school was on a hill, and the bus didn't come, so my mom had to climb a very high hill every time. She was a mysophobia like me, and was forced to live in a dirty and messy home."
On the sofa, Qin Yuhuan found Qin Changping's waist bag and took out more than 400 yuan, some bank deposit and withdrawal receipts, and two bank cards.
As for her cell phone and other things, she couldn't find them for a while.
The house is a mess and it will take more than a day or two to clean it up.
Ziyi didn't know how to clean up, and even helping out didn't know where to start. She watched Qin Yuhuan rummaging through the things swiftly, and then she asked, "Let me get a bottle of water. Would you like some ice water?"
"Room temperature, right?" Qin Yuhuan glanced around. "If you have gloves, bring back a pair."
Perhaps because she was worried that Ziyi didn't know what housework gloves looked like, she stretched out her hand to demonstrate and said, "Just say the kind you use for washing dishes."
Ziyi responded and ran to the nearby tobacco shop to buy some water. When the enthusiastic tobacco shop owner heard that she was there to pack up things for Qin Changping's family, she couldn't stop talking.
"He was a very nice guy. He often came to me to buy cigarettes. I saw that he was disabled and frugal, so I sold him cigarettes at a lower price than other places. He would come to chat with me when he had nothing to do. He always said that his wife was very good, but passed away a few years ago. He also said that he had two daughters and a son, and that his younger daughter had been taken back by her biological parents. He missed her very much."
"He said he missed his...little daughter very much?" Ziyi didn't know when Qin Yuhuan came, but the most hurtful words were heard clearly by Qin Yuhuan.
"Yes, he said his little daughter is very well-behaved. He has always taken her to school since she was little. Are you Qin Changping's...daughter?" The tobacco shop owner looked at Qin Yuhuan. "Oh, why doesn't Qin Changping ever say that his daughter is so beautiful?"
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