The Xiao'an River is neither wide nor narrow, not hurried or slow, nourishing the fourth-tier city of Yunshui City. Ancestors lived along the river, so crossing the banks of this section of the city, it naturally became a bustling old town.

The development of the old city is relatively difficult, and it still remains the same, so even if Zhao Xuanji has not returned for many years, standing at the bridge on the opposite bank at this time, he can still recognize the old courtyard where he played as a child, the small gatehouse, and the two small stone piers in front of the gatehouse.

Any old thing is a nostalgia, and it can easily touch the tear ducts of the wanderer. What's more, there is a sister Zhao Xiaozhen who I haven't seen for many years, who is a woman who is a sister and a mother who pulls her up.

I haven't seen her for a few years, and I don't know how my sister is doing now? That well-behaved little niece Qian Duoduo should also go to elementary school now, right? When I last saw him, the child was just over two years old, and the milky "uncle" still rippled in Zhao Xuanji's memories, indescribably warm.

Slightly emotional, he clenched his right fist against his slightly pale lips, and coughed twice as if he was sickly. took out a porcelain bottle with a unique shape, poured out a small pill and put it in his mouth, chewed it dryly and swallowed it, so his face slowly recovered a lot.

Zhao Xuanji, who was timid about his hometown, sped up his pace and walked towards the small courtyard that carried his old memories.

It was only far away, and he saw through the open door that there seemed to be a lot of people inside, and there was some noise, and even the cry of a little girl. Slightly stunned, I couldn't help but speed up a little.

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Now the scene in this small courtyard is completely opposite to the warm nest in Zhao Xuanji's memory.

The inside of the central hall is cold, and it is actually arranged into a mourning hall!

On the large table facing the door was a white candle and a simple tribute, and behind it was a fifteen-inch black and white photo frame, in which the delicate woman left the world with one last thin smile.

There is also a black spiritual tablet with cold eight words written on it - the spiritual position of the loving mother Zhao Xiaozhen.

From these eight words, it can be seen that this spiritual tablet was set up in the name of the deceased's daughter, and someone else did it on his behalf. This is actually very intriguing, because her daughter Qian Duoduo is only six years old, and Zhao Xiaozhen's husband Qian Xiti is still alive, so why do you need to use the name of a minor daughter?

At this time, six-year-old Qian Duoduo was wearing a small mourning dress, crying in the yard with red eyes. She was afraid, afraid of this world without the protection of her mother, afraid of the four unreasonable strange men in front of her. This group of people are all fierce and vicious, why? What did she do wrong? She didn't really understand.

The only reliance is on Aunt Shen by her side, who was also the best sister before her mother's death. Aunt Shen is responsible for her mother's funeral, and she is also taking care of Xiao Duoduo's life these days.

Her name is Shen Rou, a woman with a soft name but a resolute personality. Dressed in long hair and black, she is tall and curvy, with fair skin and long eyelashes, making her look a bit of a mixed-race beauty, although she is an authentic local woman. The most obvious thing is the big eyes, which flicker and flicker and look good.

At this time, she was standing in front of this group of villains with the body of a delicate woman, and this slender and delicate figure was a solid wall in front of Duoduo.

"Is there a royal law in this world? Do you still have a conscience! Sister Zhen, she has only been gone for a few days, and the child is only a few years old, so you come here to ask for a house, and you are not afraid of retribution!" Although Shen Rou looked weak as water, her words were like iron.

There was a sneer on the other side, and the tall man with a fleshy face who pretended to be a Sven man smiled, and the shaking of his facial muscles made the scar that crossed his left cheek look even more hideous.

"You tell me about the king's law, but we are acting according to the law. Zhao Xiaozhen and his man mortgaged this house to our pawn shop, and now we don't pay it back on time, we come to collect the house according to the law, is there something wrong?"

When Zhao Xiaozhen's husband Qian Xiti was mentioned, Shen Rou couldn't get angry. That shameless scum man who has no interest and is not doing anything outside all day long, even when Sister Zhen died, he only saw him show up in a hurry, and he has not been heard from so far.

Not only that, this bastard man didn't even care about his six-year-old daughter Duoduo, and let such a young child guard his mother's portrait alone, but fortunately, Shen Rou took Duoduo in. And when he learned that Shen Rou took care of Duoduo, this bastard man didn't even ask a second time!

What kind of wolf-hearted dog lungs can do such a cold and ruthless thing.

What made Shen Rou feel even more speechless was that Qian Xiti had even mortgaged the house behind Zhao Xiaozhen's back before! This bastard took the money and ran away, leaving a group of ruffian-like debt collectors to block the door. Just now she took Duoduo back here to offer incense to Zhao Xiaozhen, but she didn't know that she was waiting for such a group of fierce gods.

Shen Rou trembled a little with anger: "Then you go to Qian Xiti, that shameless man, bullying a six-year-old female doll, do you have any sympathy!"

The scar-faced man smiled ugly: "Compassion can be eaten as food, and my brother is not Guanyin Bodhisattva who saves suffering...... I said that you are an outsider who is not related to the family, why do you care about so many idle things? Take this child out early, don't get in the way here. ”

It's a matter of one sentence to go out, and Shen Rou doesn't want to deal with this group of ruffians. But if there is no house, what will Duoduo do in the future? This child will not be taken care of by his parents, and if he can't even keep this little nest, what can he expect to live in the future?

"I'll repeat, if there is an economic dispute, you go to the parties and let Qian Xiti, the bastard, come forward. The house has half of Sister Zhen's, and the child also has the right to inherit, he Qian Xiti can't do this!"

"Drink, this little girl is still energetic!" Scarface lost his patience and grabbed Shen Rou's arm. Shen Rou didn't expect the other party to be so unauthentic and actually shoot at a woman.

The one hundred and seventy or eighty pounds of Scarface's face was a little harder, and Shen Rou suddenly fell to the land that had just rained, and suddenly rolled all over the wet mud, and a few drops of sludge water were splashed on her fair and beautiful face, embarrassed.

Xiao Duoduo saw that Aunt Shen was being bullied, and he didn't know where he got the courage, so he jumped up and grabbed Scarface's arm and bit it!

"Bite me, little me off!" Scarface shook hard, and the skinny Duoduo was pushed down to the other side, and immediately burst into tears.

What Zhao Xuanji heard outside just now was Duoduo's crying at this time.

Perhaps annoyed by the crying and Annoyed by Scarface, he rushed into the hall with three of his men, kicked over a few chairs, and then swept the paper candles on the table to the ground. Scarface even picked up Zhao Xiaozhen's spiritual position card and threw it on the ground, clicking and stepping on it into two sections.

The dead are respected, and it is really too much to do this.

Duoduo was even more crying, Shen Rou was trembling with anger, but she was afraid that the child would be too frightened, so she could only hold Duoduo's head tightly in her arms.

At this moment, a figure of a man appeared at the gate. Tall, medium-fat and thin, a pair of gray pants with a pair of khaki leather platform shoes, a light gray shirt on the top, and the sleeves were rolled up to reveal the knotted lean arms. Even if there is no force, it makes people feel a kind of power inexplicably.

Originally, he was a strong man, but occasionally coughing made people think that he might be a little unwell.

Zhao Xuanji.

The moment he rushed in, Zhao Xuanji already felt a little wrong. At this time, seeing all the decorations in the house, especially seeing the portrait of his sister Zhao Xiaozhen, he who has always been calm and strong, will be dazed. And even when he was facing a life-and-death situation before, he never frowned or messed up.

With a click, the backpack in his hand slipped to the ground, and Zhao Xuanji stood there for seven or eight seconds. Until Scarface picks up his sister's portrait and is about to drop it to the ground.

"Put it down!" The voice line was not high, and Scarface and the others in the hall felt chills inexplicably, and couldn't help but turn around and look over.

Even Shen Rou was taken aback by this strange man's low roar, and her body was cold. It's just two simple words, but it's like a dragon roaring in anger.

He is like a beast from hell, naturally domineering.