Qian Yan

Chapter 51 What a Man

"What are you doing, why do you lock the door behind you? Do you know that it hinders others from going to the bathroom?"

"I'm sorry, I just fell and I was putting plaster on. I can't get it on without taking off my clothes. I'm so sorry." Yan Weiran's ability to talk nonsense when he sees people is first-rate, and he lowered his voice , There is no need to type a draft at all, "We old people are afraid of hurting bones, right?"

Auntie Cleaning saw that she was indeed not young, so she could only say: "Then you can find a grid to paste it inside, and you need to close the whole toilet? Don't make excuses, get out as soon as you paste it!"

"Okay, let's go." Yan Weiran took Aunt Xu's hand, trying to pull her out.

Yan Weiran led her out of the door, Aunt Xu remembered another thing, and hurriedly said, "By the way, I'm going back to get my luggage, the fish maw and donkey-hide gelatin I bought for my daughter, and the little sweater for my grandson... "

"No, Auntie, these are not important, the important thing is that you seize every opportunity to be with your daughter!" Yan Weiran persuaded.

Aunt Xu hesitated for a moment, then finally nodded.

She took another look at herself in the mirror. Under the soft light, her face in the mirror was dignified and clean. It should have been her appearance 20 years ago—but she was never so beautiful 20 years ago, because Since more than 30 years ago, she has been deeply in the abyss of pain, and it is difficult to get out.

Half of her life has been spent in misery, and now is the only time she can escape.

So she tightly grasped Yan Weiran's hand, her voice trembling, and said in a low voice: "Xiaoyan, let's go."

At 07:30 in the evening, it is the time when the mall has the most traffic.

Wu Liang, who was squatting outside the door, stared at it for an hour. He was so tired that he sat down on the flower bed by the roadside, smoking a cigarette and continued to stare.

When he was relaxing, he suddenly saw a stooped, thin woman with her head lowered, secretly following behind a couple, and walked out quickly.

As soon as Wu Liang saw her figure, he immediately stood up.The lights all over the street illuminated her face clearly, it was his wife Xu Aizhen.

Wu Liang threw the cigarette butt on the ground, stomped it hard, and immediately chased after him.

Aunt Xu, who was standing inside the door, saw Wu Liang leave, and hurriedly dragged Pandora down the steps and ran to the side alley.

Wu Liang, who had chased to the intersection, seemed to sense something, and turned his head to take a look.

He saw a middle-aged woman with a slightly plump face, fashionable short brown curly hair, wearing a loose coat, and delicate makeup on her face, she looked like a middle-aged lady.

Seeing him looking at him, the woman seemed to shrink back, and immediately turned around and got into a small car painted with sunflowers.

He let out a "bah" and said to himself: "This bone-bones smeared with heavy makeup is somewhat similar to that old Caipi when he was young!"

Seeing that Xu Aizhen was walking fast in front of her and was about to disappear, he quickened his pace and ran over there.

Yan Weiran's health is not very good, after a quick walk for a street, all the injured parts of his body are painful.

Fortunately, she was playing a frail old woman, so this gesture of trying to move forward was appropriate.But seeing Wu Liang getting closer behind her, she began to stagger and run in small steps, while praying in her heart——Hurry up, Aunt Xu, you must get to the airport as soon as possible!
Wu Liang followed closely behind, she turned her head and looked not far away, and even heard his roar: "Xu Aizhen, stop!"

She hastened her pace quickly, so as not to be caught and reveal her secrets.After all, she is someone who has lived together for more than 30 years. No matter how good her makeup skills are, it would be a ghost if she couldn't recognize her when she got close!

The two ran for two streets. Wu Liang was in his 60s, panting heavily and cursing, but he still refused to give up. Liang could see that he couldn't catch up, lest he give up the chase and go home.After all, the farther you lead him away, the safer Aunt Xu will be.

Just like Yan Weiran was fishing, when Wu Liangsong was fishing tight and loose for a while, a car suddenly stopped in front of her, and the driver rolled down the window and asked her, "Auntie, who is that person chasing you? Shall I call the police for you?"

Yan Weiran turned to look at the person who asked, and was stunned——

Damn, how could it be Wei Zexi!
"You...why are you here?" She asked subconsciously, but found that she forgot to change her voice, so she coughed twice to cover it up.

Fortunately, the surrounding area was noisy, and Wei Zexi didn't notice it, so he just said, "I think the person behind him seems to have malicious intentions, and you seem to be unable to walk again."

At this moment, Yan Weiran burst into tears—who would have thought that this Young Master Wei, who is called a tyrant, would be so violent!
After only two words, Wu Liang who was behind was getting closer and closer.Yan Weiran felt that she could no longer support her feet, she gritted her teeth and became cruel, she opened the car door and got in.

"Auntie, where are you going?" Wei Zexi said while driving, "My car just crashed the headlight, so I can't drive too fast, you just make do with it."

Yan Weiran lowered his voice, imitating Aunt Xu's hoarse voice in Shanghai dialect: "Thank you young man, I'm going to the airport, can you put me down at the intersection ahead?"

"OK, no problem."

The road around [-] o'clock in the evening was already congested and slow. Wei Zexi was concerned about the headlights, so it was even slower now.Yan Weiran looked at Wu Liang behind him from the rearview mirror.When he saw her get into the car, he had already given up on leaving, but when he saw the car driving so slowly, he probably felt angry again, so he quickened his pace and chased after her.

So this time it was the car's turn to fly the kite on the road, leading Wu Liang on the other end of the line.

Yan Weiran, who was in the middle of his arms, even instigated him: "Young man, drive slowly, and be careful not to shake off the people behind."

Looking ahead, Wei Zexi couldn't help but let out a "chi" laugh: "Auntie, are you having trouble with that uncle in the back? Old people also pay attention to playing hard to get when they fall in love?"

"Don't talk nonsense, that's me... my old man."

"Oh...the old couple quarreled?" Wei Zexi asked gossipingly.

"I'm going to take care of my daughter, and Yves asked me to go, or I... I'll run out."

"Really? That's not good. The old couple have been together until now, and the auntie still ran away from home?" Wei Zexi said honestly, "If you ask me, children are really nothing. Me and I My sister was sent to a boarding school by her parents after graduating from elementary school, and she only returned home a few times a year. My parents also specially picked the days when we went home to go on vacation, so as not to disturb their world. That’s it, me and I My sister has grown up well. So you don't have to be so busy with your children, it's good to be with your husband at home, if he doesn't let you go, don't go."

As he said that, he looked at Wu Liang who was chasing after him, and he seemed to be about to stop: "Auntie, I'll stop the car, and you and Uncle have a good talk, how about it?"

Yan Weiran glanced at him and said, "Okay, Nong stop first."

The car stopped, but Yan Weiran didn't get out of the car, she just raised her hand and locked the door, waiting quietly.

Wu Liang caught up and slammed on the car window, cursing.

She slowly lowered the car window an inch, facing the outside and asked, "Why did Gefer ask me to go to my niece?"

Her voice was flat, but what she got in return was Wu Liang's filthy scolding: "That old dish of the book is dead to me! He ran away all of a sudden, planning to throw me here? I'll tell you now, I owe it to you!" As for the 10 yuan gambling debt, if you are a Gazi woman, you have to bear half of it, so I won’t get a divorce, let’s see you escape to Sagar! Cenna Niang is dead! Come out!”

Even though Wei Zexi was well-informed, he was also dumbfounded by Wu Liang's string of swear words, and looked at "Aunt Xu" in the passenger seat in shock and sympathy.

Yan Weiran remained calm, let him slap on the car window, ignored his hands trying to squeeze in through the one-inch gap, and just asked: "So I'm going back with Nong, and Nong still hit me?"

Wu Liang didn't answer, instead he beat on the window hard, out of breath: "Tie the bone! Is there a car to ride and cut with sticks today? Don't listen to me and let you live!"

Wei Zexi had been in Shanghai for more than half a year, and he could understand Shanghai dialect. Seeing Wu Liang yelling that he wanted to beat his wife, he immediately pressed the button on the car window, and clamped his palm tightly inside.

Wu Liang was screaming and pulling out his palm, but Zexi pressed the button again unexpectedly, the car window dropped suddenly, and he immediately fell backwards, hitting the curb.

Wei Zexi didn't even look at him, stepped on the gas pedal, and walked away.He was secretly proud of himself—the car windows were not equipped with an anti-pinch function, wasn't it just for this day?

Seeing Wu Liang fell on the side of the road and couldn't get up, Yan Weiran squeezed his hands in unspeakable pain, and felt very happy, and asked Wei Zexi with a smile, "Why don't you persuade Allah to reconcile if you are Saxi?"

"It's just a reconciliation!" Wei Zexi patted the steering wheel angrily, "I despise men who beat women the most! What kind of a man is he who bullies the weak!"

Yan Weiran really wanted to ask, who was the one who beat Chen Yiling's fans in public and got scolded by the whole network?

Just when she was thinking about where to get out of the car to cover up her identity, she suddenly heard Wei Zexi talking to himself: "Yan Weiran, you bastard..."

Shocked, she quickly raised her head to look at Wei Zexi.

But he didn't look at her, he just stopped the car at the red light ahead, and took out his phone to look again.Seeing that there was still no reply, he was filled with resentment, and even confided to the strange old aunt beside him: "Do you think this kind of person is hateful? It's been almost an hour since I sent her a WeChat message, but she didn't reply! If I had her call Number, let's see if I don't blow up her phone!"

(End of this chapter)