Nostalgia: Starting from the Siheyuan

Chapter 295
If you walk too much at night, do you really meet ghosts?

Xu Damao hesitated, looking at Qin Huairu who hid in the house angrily, what went wrong, otherwise, Qin Huairu would not have treated him like this.

Last night, Chun Xiao hated the shortness of the sky, but today I have seen him as a stranger.

"Qin Huairu, are you busy with me?" Xu Damao's voice was low and full of magnetism.

It is people's hearts that are bewitched, but they can't hold back the skinny feeling of reality.

Qin Huairu snorted coldly.

"Do you still need me to go outside and yell loudly about what I did? Xu Damao, take care of yourself. If you take a wrong step, no one can save you. Your parents leave you, and you will have no children." Qin Huairu His face was stern, and the affection in his eyebrows from yesterday had long since disappeared.

Pretty daughter-in-law.

Too bad it wasn't her?
Xu Damao squeezed his eyebrows with his right hand, put his left hand in his pocket, and slowly smoked, burning his grizzled black hair.

"Aren't you a fool, saying bad things about me in front of you again? Who does he think he is? If he really has to think about you, why did he stand by and watch when your family was down and out, and it was me, Xu Damao, who really made a move."

Xu Damao's voice was dark and powerful.

Qin Huairu's expression was silent, Sha Zhu was no longer the He Yuzhu he was before, even if he had a dime in his pocket, he would think of her first, but unfortunately, after that time, there was no such thing.

"Hehe." Xu Damao smiled.

He stared at Qin Huairu with evil eyes.

"You, let's die. You are not the big girl with yellow flowers in the past, nor is he the young man who fell in love at the beginning, and he only cares about you."

Xu Damao, every word punishes his heart.

It's like digging at the heart, tearing Qin Huairu's heart, the soft heart is also a little soft at this moment, his eyes are a little blurred, Xu Damao took the opportunity to keep Qin Huairu from behind.

"Look, what I'm saying is the truth, silly Zhu just doesn't like us, other people sell antiques, calligraphy and paintings, why is there nothing to do, so maybe I will." Xu Damao was silent for a moment.

In my heart, pondering, it's not a taste.

His expression was gloomy, but unfortunately, Qin Huairu didn't see it, but just stared out of the window nervously and curiously.

past neighbors.

"Don't touch your hands, silly Zhu is right, don't think that I don't know that the fakes of the three uncles in the courtyard are all bought from you." Qin Huairu stretched out his right hand.

"What do you mean?" Xu Damao's eyes were a little playful.

"Hehe, Xu Damao, what kind of grandson are you pretending to be here? Money, the past few months, earning a lot of money, why don't you have to pay some subsidies for the family?"

Qin Huairu took it for granted and got rid of the hesitant Xu Damao.

Her eyes were a little dim, but she concealed it well.

Still not as good as Shazhu, why did she say it so clearly before, looking at Xu Damao's painful eyes, she felt a little disgusted in her heart.

As far as the truth is concerned, Xu Damao had such an expression when he landed, resisting in his heart.

Before Shazhu, Qin Huairu directly let Qin Huairu take care of his salary card. When receiving the money, it was Qin Huairu who took care of Shazhu.

He also often brings food home.

Unfortunately, it was destroyed by some people.

Qin Huairu sighed inwardly, time never passes.

The person is still the same person, but unfortunately, human feelings have become as thin as paper.

Pale pieces of paper can no longer hold a person's heart.

"Give."

Xu Damao pretended to be indifferent, and took out a handful of change from his pocket, out of sight, restless, with his eyes closed, as if generously doing justice.

She hugged Qin Huairu's deformed fat man with a dead skin.

Qin Huairu is no longer resisting Xu Damao's harassment.

Instead, have some expectations?
"Small sample, it's still money. As for love, it's shit. Besides money, you can hold other things in your heart."

Xu Damao was satisfied.

He Yuzhu seemed to be stepping on a drum, waving a cattail fan, walked into the courtyard, and blindly glanced at the courtyard, which was somewhat familiar.

Unfortunately, things are not people.

The house has been pushed to rebuild, and people's hearts have become worse and worse. Distorted values ​​have been staged here.

Broken Hou followed behind He Yushuizhu, with smiling eyes, a torn sack that never left his body behind him, and a yellowed straw hat.

"Zhuzi, this is the courtyard house you mentioned earlier." Poorhou looked around, except for the crooked neck tree in the courtyard, which made him somewhat satisfied, the other green bricks were green and somewhat refurbished.

"Well, does it suit your wishes?" He Yuzhu smiled slightly.

He had wanted to exchange the house in the courtyard for a long time, but he couldn't find a suitable person. Before, he felt that the price of the courtyard was a bit cheap.

But now, the price, He Yuzhu thinks it's okay.

If it is expensive, I am afraid it will be the same as the later generations, there is a price but no market.

Even the richest people in later generations have some spare money in their hands, and they are not willing to spend that wronged money, just because of the so-called feelings.

Siheyuan.

In addition to the previous time, there were still people who took over. In the later generations, I am afraid that most people will just look forward to it and sigh, feeling the weight of history, and that is all.

"The place is a good place, but unfortunately, the neighbors are not good." Poor Hou glanced slightly at the corner of his mouth.

Staring at He Yuzhu.

"What you want is a place. If you really like it, you can also buy back their houses. You can definitely invite them out with Poshilaner and that tube building." He Yuzhu's voice was a little hoarse.

Through the window, staring at the two people hiding in the house.

Xu Damao, Qin Huairu.

"Pillar, what are you looking at?"

Poor Hou looked at He Yuzhu who was suddenly silent, and said curiously.

"Hehe, it's nothing? I just feel that even though you have shown them the right path. It's a pity that they have been walking on the night road to correct their evil and return to their righteousness." It only exists in novels, like the second young master among the big men.

After asking him to do it all over again, he might still be the same.

"Tonight, I pay the bill."

In the madness, the humble soul, more loneliness, and the feeling of being watched by everyone are what he looks forward to more.

This is why the second son is really the second.

Even if the mountains fall and the ground cracks, it can't change his nature.

Evil, arrogant, domineering.

Poor Hou followed He Yuzhu's gaze and looked at the two wriggling figures hiding behind the window.

"Dark, Zhuzi, this is the woman you were obsessed with before." Poorhou's voice was a little hoarse.

"Pooh."

He Yuzhu snorted coldly, as if eating a fly in his mouth.

feel sick.

"Do you want it? If you didn't insist on asking me, saying that you like courtyards, I would bring you here. Otherwise, I would never come to this poor place."

"Broken place?"

"You don't know how to be blessed when you are in the blessing. Do you know that a single courtyard, a place near the inside, and any big tile house are expensive." Broken Hou laughed dumbfounded.

Ha ha!

"You think you know it. Someone came to see it a long time ago, but the price didn't meet my expectations, so I put it on hold. If you want it, I'll give you a low price."

(End of this chapter)