Rise of the Wasteland Chapter 98: Oranges

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Aunt Zhang said it was time to go home and cook. In fact, he dragged Zhou Qingfeng under the street light for more than an hour before thinking about leaving. He sent the old lady to take the taxi, and when he reached the sidewalk, he heard a crisp voice on the side of the road selling oranges.

"Aunt Zhang, it's not easy to see you coming. I don't have anything to give you. Buy a few pounds of oranges. You take it away." With this courtesy, Zhou Qingfeng felt that it wouldn't be easy for the astronaut to return.

Just walking to the orange stall, Zhou Qingfeng exclaimed, "Sister Yuan, what are you doing here?"

The orange stand is a wooden cart, and behind it is a plain Yuan Mei. The young woman stood halfway in the shade of the tree, and the street lights couldn't reach her.

Listening to the Zhou Qingfeng shouting, the young woman immediately twitched, um, ah, ah, for a long time, he said weakly, ‘Xiao Zhou, do you want oranges? Bao Tian, ​​three pieces ..., three pieces and five pounds ’.

Zhou Qingfeng glanced around, did n’t see the Guo Jiaming soft egg, and said with a cold face: "There are few pedestrians on this road, and there are many troublemakers at night. It ’s not safe for you to set up a stall here. Why? Do n’t go to the night market? Is it too much trouble for yourself? "

The young woman seemed to be afraid of the faceless Zhou Qingfeng. She shrank back in awe, and said timidly: "There are also little **** over the night market, and I have to collect protection fees. My capital is here. The oranges are on and cannot go to the night market. "

Zhou Qingfeng look at that stall of oranges again. The top ones are good. It looks like they went to the farmer ’s market to carefully select and wholesale them. Looking at the stall, where did he go? "

The young woman lowered her head and said nothing, but was forced to ask the Zhou Qingfeng for a few words before whispering, "He is watching TV at home."

"He's **** fucking." Zhou Qingfeng felt very violent when he heard this. How could a woman's family make an appearance and work hard to make money outside, a big master who watched TV at home? When he turned around, he wanted to go to the residential building and grab the soft guy out and beat him.

"Don't, don't, Xiao Zhou, don't mess up!" The young woman took a look at the wrath of Zhou Qingfeng and quickly chased her from behind the stall, desperately grabbed his arm and said: "Xiao Zhou, save face for sister , Sister is now alive on this face. Sister, please do n’t make trouble, and make her look dull. ”

"You are all alive, what are you looking for?" Zhou Qingfeng angrily shouted: "Why don't you get a divorce? Do you have to live a life with nothing? You're not tired, I'm all on your behalf Tired. "

The young woman just cried, but just shook her head, holding Zhou Qingfeng with both hands, just not letting him go, at least begging ‘Do n’t mess things up’.

After watching the Aunt Zhang on the side for a long time, I had enough gossip addiction before I came up and persuaded: "Xiao Zhou, you do n’t want to intervene in other people ’s affairs. Your daughter ’s family also needs a face, you make trouble Patting the buttocks away, how can Xiao Yuan's life live? "

After Aunt Zhang persuaded Zhou Qingfeng, he came to persuade the young woman again, "Xiao Yuan, remember my aunt, I do n’t? I watched you grow up. I ’m familiar with your father and mother. You have to call me about your seniority. ' Aunt '. "

The young woman yelled "Auntie" obediently, which made Aunt Zhang laugh. The old lady looked back and forth between Zhou Qingfeng and the young woman for a long time, as if she already had a plan in mind.

Going back to the orange stand, Zhou Qingfeng touched his pocket and took out three hundred dollars, and said, "I have packed these piles of oranges and sold them to me cheaper. Is it enough?"

The oranges on the cart are only seventy to eighty pounds, and three pieces of five pounds is almost three hundred pieces. The young woman hesitated for a long time and said, "You can't use so much money. And what are you doing with so many oranges? It's easy to break if left for too long."

"I eat too much, can't I?" Zhou Qingfeng dropped three hundred pieces and grabbed a few plastic bags from the orange stand by himself. He packed seven or eight bags of dozens of pounds of oranges. He threw two bags to Aunt Zhang, and he took all the rest away.

Before leaving, Zhou Qingfeng also left me as a supper ramen and beef sauce, and stuffed it to the young woman. At the end, I yelled at her, ‘I think you must not have eaten yet, this supper is for you. It ’s more than nine o’clock. It ’s not safe at night. Go home quickly and do n’t allow you to run around. ’

Waiting for Zhou Qingfeng to go far, Aunt Zhang, which was supposed to go, has not yet gone. The old lady leaned in front of the young woman and said with relief: "Okay, okay, don't cry. Xiao Zhou has a good heart, he is for you!"

The young woman looked at the empty scooter booth, then looked at the three hundred dollars in her hand, and wiped the corners of her eyes subconsciously, and whispered, "I didn't cry, I know Xiao Zhou is so kind, But he always likes murderers, and I was scared by him. "

"It's okay to be scared. People like you." Aunt Zhang said with a grin.

The young woman was really taken aback, and hurriedly denied: "Aunt, don't talk nonsense, I have been married for several years, it's nothing like Xiao Zhou. I don't care, but Do n’t spoil the reputation of Xiao Zhou. ”

Aunt Zhang changed the subject again, and continued to ask with a smile: "Xiao Yuan, what's the matter with the kid from Guo Family? If you can't go on, you will leave, you can't toss yourself to death, and you don't owe them Old Guo Family, why hang on a tree? "

The young woman sighed at first, and then shook her head and did n’t speak. Do n’t be so anxious before she shed tears and said, “I ’m pregnant, I ’m all twenty-eight, I want this child. I do n’t want the child to be born No dad! "

At this point, Aunt Zhang also sighed and felt sad. One woman and one young woman and two women stood in front of Banche booth and wiped their tears.

And Zhou Qingfeng carried a few big bags of oranges back to the residential building, and walked to the door of his house, and saw that the door of the Guo Family door next door was still a big hole sealed by a newspaper. What to put in TV series.

Zhou Qingfeng stared at the big hole at the door of Guo Family with a dark face, and then looked at the flashing light and shadow of the TV in the Guo Family house through the glass window, and he hated to kill. He returned to the house and put down a few bags of oranges, but received a call from Aunt Zhang again.

Ninety percent of the specific content of the phone is whispering casually, but at the end just asked Zhou Qingfeng a sentence, "Is it like your daughter-in-law?"

"Aunt, how can you? You think too much. I just feel that Sister Yuan is not easy, and I want to help her. I don't mean anything else." Zhou Qingfeng denied this because he also said I don't know why I care about the young wife.

In the past, Zhou Qingfeng would n’t be too reasonable when it comes to this kind of breaking things-it ’s hard to live in his own life. Who has the mind to manage the lives of others? It's just that he spent 10 days in Wasteland, and many ethical regulations have greatly weakened him, and he began to do things with his own will.

"Your man's thoughts, my old lady is still unclear?" For Zhou Qingfeng's denied, Aunt Zhang did not say much, but just did not believe in words, but said a few Yuan Mei benefits, exaggerated A few words.

The phone hung up, and Zhou Qingfeng was too lazy to think about the suffering of the young woman. The other party would rather have to look good in the face of suffering and suffering. It is not easy for him to help. He simply goes to bed and goes to bed.

The next day, Zhou Qingfeng was still fine. As usual, he slept until midday and ran out to eat. When he suddenly ran out of the title bar on his computer at night, it read: Enter Wasteland again after 24 hours. Bring some low-value supplies.