After asking the tobacco shop owner about Qin Changping's life, Qin Yuhuan and Ziyi took the things they bought and said goodbye and went back.
Ziyi originally thought Qin Yuhuan would continue to clean up, but she put the gloves aside and washed her hands roughly with water. "Let's go. I don't want to clean up anymore."
The door that could originally be closed was rummaged through by them and there was so much garbage that the door couldn't even be closed.
Qin Yuhuan kicked some boxes to the side and closed the door with difficulty.
They didn't go back, but just walked aimlessly along the route that the proprietress said Qin Changping often took after dinner. When they passed the noodle shop, Qin Yuhuan touched the back of Ziyi's hand and said, "Xiao Zi, do you want some noodles?"
"That's fine. Dinner isn't very spicy. I'm not used to it."
Ziyi is still a bit picky about food. The meat dishes for dinner are either duck or fatty meat. The meat stuffing in the tofu also has a lot of fatty meat, which are basically in her area. She only picks the celery and green vegetables to stir-fry as a side dish to go with the rice.
I'm not hungry, but... I didn't eat well either.
The two of them found a small shop and ordered a bowl of rice noodle with small intestine and rice noodle with pork liver respectively.
It was at this time that Qin Yuhuan took out the deposit and withdrawal slips from his waist bag and said, "Xiaozi, take a look at these slips."
Ziyi flipped through it and found that Qin Changping only withdrew a maximum of 300 yuan each time, while the deposit slips always contained 10,000 or 20,000 yuan. The only withdrawal with the largest denomination was in February this year, when he withdrew 10,000 yuan.
"This money must have been borrowed by my aunt," Qin Yuhuan said, picking out the large withdrawal receipt. "He told me about it. He said that my aunt asked him to borrow 6,000 yuan and agreed to pay it back during the Chinese New Year."
"Your aunt didn't seem to mention it..." Ziyi met all the relatives on Qin Yuhuan's father's side today.
Normally, if there was a debt, she should have mentioned it at least, but my aunt didn't say a word.
"I don't know. I'll have to wait until the New Year." Qin Yuhuan seemed to be mocking himself. "If she doesn't return it, there's nothing I can do. I'll ask my uncle after the funeral in a few days."
"My mom used to borrow money all the time, and she never got it back. Even when she was lying in the hospital, dying, no one asked to pay it back. It's the same with my dad."
However, this was not the point Qin Yuhuan wanted to make. "The aunt at the tobacco shop said that my dad is usually very frugal. Several aunts come over every week to help him clean the house and bring him food. Look at what he eats in the kitchen, it's all pickles. And look at these receipts for a few hundred yuan. He doesn't even spend a thousand yuan a month on smoking and eating."
As for the rent of the public housing, it was only a few thousand a year. Qin Yuhuan had transferred the money to his aunt at the beginning of the year. This also meant that Qin Changping did not have any large expenses in his life.
"I did a rough calculation, counting only bank transfers. Over the past three years, I've transferred 380,000 yuan to my father. Assuming he spends 1,500 yuan a month, that's only 54,000 yuan over three years. There's also the money my aunt sent to compensate my parents for Nianzhi's child support. If he didn't save 400,000 yuan, he'd still have 350,000 yuan."
Ziyi didn't understand what Qin Yuhuan meant by suddenly calculating Qin Changping's living expenses and the suspected account balance.
"The first time I sent money back," Qin Yuhuan sorted out the receipts and put them back into his pocket, "my dad said that now that I've grown up, he'll have to cheer up and save money for my brother. This money must be for Qin Yushu. I told him that I won't care about Qin Yushu and will only take care of him in his old age. He was afraid that I would stop sending money to him if I knew he was saving money for Qin Yushu, so he kept it a secret from me."
"What's speechless is that it was my father who drove Qin Yushu away. The two of them couldn't take care of each other living together. My father didn't want to be dragged down by Qin Yushu, nor did he want to take care of Qin Yushu. In the final analysis, my brother and I are both pitiful people."
Qin Yuhuan looked at Ziyi, "Xiao Zi, I'm not saying this because I'm a brother-supporting demon or because I'm overly sympathetic. I have hands and feet, and I'm not stupid. I made it to a key university on my own, and I'll be able to work after graduation. Qin Yushu had encephalitis as a child, which affected his intelligence, and his legs are disabled. He can only reach so far. I don't want to argue with him. I just think people are so contradictory and funny. My parents knew Qin Yushu was unreliable, but they still saved money for him. He's like a puppet who has completely lost the ability to think."
She can't get love, but she can earn money herself, and her family doesn't have the money or house to compete with her for.
But Qin Yuhuan also has her own bottom line. For example, she will not help Qin Yusu buy a house, a car, get married and have children. She can only ensure that Qin Yusu has a roof over her head when she returns to Changping, so that she does not have to beg on the streets for a living.
In fact, she was only one year older than Qin Yusu, and she had no responsibilities or obligations to Qin Yusu in any way.
Ziyi remained silent.
There were countless moments when she was full of complaints about Qin Yuhuan's original family, but because this was Qin Yuhuan's family, and the couple had already passed away, and her brother was in such a situation, she didn't say much.
This resulted in Ziyi spending more time quietly listening to Qin Yuhuan speak after coming to Changping.
Qin Yuhuan smiled lightly, "It's okay, Xiaozi, just say whatever you want to say. I understand. Even I have so many complaints. Sometimes I want to visit the ancestral tombs of the Qin and Shi families. There must be smoke rising from the hidden places."
Ziyi was finally amused again. The proprietress brought over some noodles, and Ziyi went to get some side dishes. "Try it. One good thing about living around here is that any noodle shop you go into will taste good."
As for Jin Cheng... just go into any noodle shop and you'll be ready to cry.
Qin Yuhuan forced himself to eat half a bowl, and then he couldn't eat any more.
Ziyi had a good appetite. She finished a bowl of noodles and opened two bottles of soy milk.
The park is open to the public. Even at nine o'clock, there are still many elderly people playing chess on the stone table, or gathering together to play local character cards.
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