“Let’s talk about the three of them. I’m very curious about them. What makes them respect you so much?” Li Jia really wanted to know.
"It might be because I saved their house once. Their house was a second-hand house they bought after their father died, with money they had saved for many years. One day, a distant relative appeared out of nowhere and said that Uncle Li had borrowed 100,000 yuan from them before he died. If they didn't pay back the money, they would have to use the house to settle the debt. The kids had no choice but to beg him. Later, I happened to be coming home from get off work and saw him. I immediately arrested the man and took him to the police station. After interrogation, it turned out that he had stolen the IOU. In the end, the house was saved, and the kids have been very respectful to me ever since. We are neighbors and see each other every day. Over time, we became more and more familiar with each other, and that's how I learned about their family's situation." Jiang Ling briefly organized her thoughts and then told the story.
As Jiang Ling finished speaking, Li Jia raised her glass, took a small sip, and savored the rich aroma of the wine. Jiang Ling also took a small sip, closing her eyes to revel in the mellow fragrance of the wine, even though it was just a cheap wine that cost a few dozen yuan.
"Great Wall, although it's not a top-tier brand, you can still taste the sour and astringent flavors in the wine if you savor it carefully." Li Jia drinks red wine purely to experience different aspects of life; he doesn't care about the contents of the wine at all.
"Yes, this red wine is just like life, sour and astringent, but after drinking it, a sweet taste lingers in your heart." Jiang Ling seemed to be expressing a slight reflection on life.
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