Fool Qi

Chapter 17 Aunt Xue
Aunt Xue didn't care, and took Ah Qi upstairs.

After making dinner, she asked Ah Qi to wash his hands, and served it to Ah Qi to eat.

"What's your name?" Aunt Xue tried to ask Ah Qi.

Ah Qi grabbed the chopsticks slantedly, and ate suddenly, regardless of what she was talking about.

Just then, the door opened.

A middle-aged man came in, with a thin figure and a small beard around his mouth.

"You're back." Aunt Xue said.

The middle-aged man looked at Ah Qi who was eating, frowned, moved his mouth, as if about to speak, and swallowed it back.

Aunt Xue stood up and said, "Wash your hands first, go eat, I'll wait for you."

The middle-aged man went into the bathroom, washed his hands, walked out, and asked, "Who is this?"

"No one, look at him poorly. Just bring him back for a meal. He may have relatives living in our building." Aunt Xue said.

The middle-aged man pulled a chair and sat down, and said, "You are always kind, and you even took in someone who came out of prison a few days ago. Are you not afraid of getting into trouble?"

Aunt Xue smiled and said, "Don't worry, I'm pretty sure about people. They're all hard-working people, but they're just unlucky. They're not criminals. By the way, this person may have something to do with the person you mentioned. relation."

The middle-aged man picked up the chopsticks and paused: "Eh? There is such a thing? It seems that this person is not in good spirits. How do you know it's related?"

"His name is always Du Bo, Du Bo, and he has the same surname as the man who lives on the top floor. According to my intuition, it must be related." Aunt Xue pointed to the ceiling and said.

The middle-aged man took a bite of his meal and said, "It's up to you, that person will be back soon, and you can ask him when the time comes. If they are the best relatives, it's considered a good deed. If you don't know each other, you should hurry up." Send this man away."

Seeing that the middle-aged man was not angry, Aunt Xue was relieved. She picked up the bowl and chopsticks, and said while eating: "That's natural. I have been married to you for so many years. You still don't know me."

The middle-aged man smiled helplessly and lowered his head to eat.

While eating, there was a knock on the door.

"I'll open the door." Aunt Xue put down the bowl and chopsticks and walked over.

A man in his 30s came in, with a tall and straight figure, wearing blue jeans and a white T-shirt, with a chiseled face, short hair and long eyebrows.

Aunt Xue smiled and said, "Du Yuan, you came here just as we were talking about you. Have you eaten yet?"

The man was Du Yuan, Du Bo's son.

He took out a few hundred-yuan bills from his pocket and said, "I've eaten, and I just found some friends to borrow some money. This is this month's rent. You can count it to see if it's enough."

Aunt Xue didn't pick it up right away, she blocked it with her hand: "I know you're still in a bit of a difficult life now, you've already lived here, it's okay to pay the rent later. Come on, take a look, do you know this person?"

In fact, Du Yuan noticed Ah Qi as soon as he entered the door.

The suit Ah Qi was wearing was very similar to the one she wore a few years ago, except that it was a bit torn.

However, he had never seen such a person as Ah Qi.

He shook his head.

Aunt Xue was stunned for a moment: "Don't know?"

"I don't know." Du Yuan said.

Aunt Xue also frowned, and said, "Impossible, he called Du Bo Du Bo, he should know you."

Du Yuan collected the money, approached Ah Qi, took a closer look, and said, "I really don't know him. He seems to be a little out of order. Did he really call Du Bo? You must have heard it wrong."

Aunt Xue shook her head: "No, I have very good ears. He must be talking about Du Bo, who has the same surname as you. It can't be wrong."

After hearing this, Du Yuan walked to Ah Qi's chair, squatted down, and said, "You know Du Bo? Where are you from?"

Seeing Du Yuan's impatience, Ah Qi thought Du Yuan was blaming him, so she stopped her chopsticks in fright.

He lowered his head, not daring to say a word.

Du Yuan asked again and again, but couldn't figure out why.

Aunt Xue stopped Du Yuan: "Don't force him, let's talk after he finishes eating. How about I take a bowl and chopsticks, and you have some soup?"

Du Yuan waved his hand and said, "No, I'm so full now that I can't eat anymore. Eat first, and I'll come back later. I haven't seen my father for more than three years, and I don't know what's going on with him. I'm going to Go home and have a look the day after tomorrow, if he knows my dad, I can take him back too."

Aunt Xue said: "Don't worry, your home is not far away. When the time comes, you go home and confirm it. It's the same when you come to him again. It's okay for me to keep him here for a few days. Otherwise, you first Call home and have a look?"

Du Yuan's eyes were downcast, he sighed, and said: "I still don't want it, I haven't figured out how to tell my dad. I've been in there for more than three years, and if I want to tell him, I really don't know if he can accept it." gone."

Aunt Xue's husband had been eating, and at this moment he said, "Tell your father the truth, and he will forgive you."

"That's right, no father would blame his son." Aunt Xue echoed.

"Let me think about it. I'm sorry to bother you. I'll go up first, so I won't disturb you for dinner. I'll come down later." After Du Yuan finished speaking, he walked out.

When Aunt Xue’s husband saw the door closed, he said to Aunt Xue: “Don’t worry about it, let’s eat first. I’ll see if my old clothes are there later, and I’ll find them for him to change. He’s so shabby, it’s so ugly. .”

"Okay." Aunt Xue was very happy to see that her husband did not criticize her.

After the three of them ate and cleaned up, Aunt Xue dug out some old clothes from the closet.

Coax Ah Qi and ask Ah Qi to change her clothes.

Aunt Xue looked Ah Qi up and down, gave her a thumbs up, and said, "He's still a pretty handsome guy, even more handsome than our Mr. Zhong Siming when he was young."

Zhong Siming is the name of Aunt Xue's husband.

"It's just not useful here." Zhong Siming pointed to his head and said.

"It's wrong to discriminate against people. Maybe stupid people will be lucky. Other people will live better than you in the future." Aunt Xue pretended to be angry.

Zhong Siming laughed: "Yes, yes, you are right."

"Huh? There's still money in this trouser pocket." Aunt Xue found the 20 yuan and the note from Ah Qi's changed clothes.

She stuffed 20 yuan into the pocket of Ah Qi's just changed clothes, then turned around and handed the note to her husband: "There are some words written on it, take a look at what it is."

Zhong Siming gently opened the wrinkled note.

The handwriting is still clear and beautifully written.

"This note was written by an old man who asked others to take him in." Zhong Siming pointed to Ah Qi and said.

Aunt Xue rolled up the torn clothes, threw them into the trash can, and said, "Did he write who to contact?"

"No!" Aunt Xue's husband answered very simply.

"Show me." Aunt Xue said.

Zhong Siming handed the note back to Aunt Xue.

"This old man is quite enthusiastic. He is more nosy than me. But, I don't know if I can still contact him." Aunt Xue said, looking at the note.

"Didn't you say that he might be a relative of the man on the top floor? Ask him." Zhong Siming said.

"Okay then, watch him first, I'll go upstairs and ask." Aunt Xue finished speaking, and went upstairs with the note.

(End of this chapter)