Aunt Zhang said that she wanted to hurry home to cook, but in fact, she dragged Zhou Qingfeng and chatted under the street lamp for more than an hour before thinking about leaving. He took the old lady to a taxi, and when he reached the sidewalk, he listened to a crisp voice on the side of the road selling oranges.

"Aunt Zhang, it's not easy for you to come here. I don't have anything to give you, buy a few pounds of oranges, you can take them. This gift is still exchanged, and Zhou Qingfeng feels that it is not good to let the old lady go back.

Just walked to the orange stall, but Zhou Qingfeng exclaimed, "Sister Yuan, are you setting up a stall here?" ”

The orange stall is a wooden car, and behind the car is Yuan Mei, who is dressed plainly. The little woman stood half in the shade of a tree, and the street lamps could not shine on her.

Listening to Zhou Qingfeng's shout, the little young woman immediately squirmed, and it took a long time to say weakly, "Xiao Zhou, do you want oranges?" Bao Tian, three pieces of ......, three pieces of five pounds'.

Zhou Qingfeng swept his eyes around, didn't see Guo Jiaming's soft egg, and said with a cold face: "There are few pedestrians on this road, and there are many gangsters who make trouble at night, and it is not safe for you to set up a stall here as a woman." Why don't you go to the night market? Do you think you don't have enough trouble? ”

The little young woman seemed to be afraid of Zhou Qingfeng, who had a straight face, and took half a step back in fear, and said timidly: "There are also gangsters in the night market, and they have to charge protection money." My capital is all on this stall of oranges, and I can't go to the night market. ”

Zhou Qingfeng looked at the stall of oranges again, all of them were good, it seemed that they were carefully selected and wholesaled at the farmers' market, "Are you so poor?" What about your man? If he didn't watch the stall with you this night, where did he go? ”

The little young woman lowered her head and said nothing, and was forced by Zhou Qingfeng to ask a few words before whispering: "He's watching TV at home." ”

"it." When Zhou Qingfeng heard this, he felt that the fire was big, how could there be a woman who showed up and worked hard to earn money outside, and a big man was watching TV at home? He turned around and wanted to go to the residential building to pull out the soft egg and beat him up.

"Don't, don't, Xiao Zhou, don't mess around!" When the little young woman saw Zhou Qingfeng's angry appearance, she hurriedly chased her out from behind the stall, grabbed his arm and said, "Xiao Zhou, save some face for my sister, my sister will live with this face now." Sister, please don't make trouble, it's too big for my sister's face to be gloomy. ”

"You've lived like this, what face do you need?" Zhou Qingfeng shouted angrily: "Why don't you get a divorce?" Do you have to live with a wreck? You're not tired, I'm tired for you. ”

The little young woman just cried, just shook her head, and dragged Zhou Qingfeng with both hands, just not letting him go, at most begging a few words, 'Don't make things bigger'.

Aunt Zhang, who had been watching for a long time, was too addicted to gossip, so she came up and persuaded together: "Xiao Zhou, don't meddle in the affairs of the two of you." Your daughter's family also needs to have a face, you make a big fuss and pat your ass and leave, how can you live in Xiao Yuan's life? ”

After Aunt Zhang persuaded Zhou Qingfeng, she came to persuade the little young woman again, "Xiao Yuan, remember Auntie, I don't want to?" I've watched you grow up. I'm familiar with your parents, and you have to call me 'Auntie' regardless of seniority. ”

The little young woman obediently called 'Auntie', which made Aunt Zhang laugh haha. The old lady looked back and forth between Zhou Qingfeng and the little young woman for a long time, as if she had a plan in her heart.

Back in front of the orange stall, Zhou Qingfeng felt in his pocket and took out three hundred yuan, and said, "I have packed this pile of oranges, sell them to me cheaper, is it enough?" ”

The oranges on the cart are only seventy or eighty pounds, and three or five pounds is almost three hundred pounds. The little young woman hesitated for a long time and said, "I don't need so much money." And what do you buy so many oranges for? If you leave it for too long, it will easily break. ”

"I eat too much, can't I?" Zhou Qingfeng dropped 300 yuan and grabbed a few plastic bags from the orange stall by himself. He packed seven or eight bags of dozens of catties of oranges, and he threw two bags to Aunt Zhang, and he took the rest away alone.

Before leaving, Zhou Qingfeng also left his ramen and sauce beef for supper and stuffed them into the little young woman. At the end, he yelled at her, 'I see that you must not have eaten yet, and this supper is left for you.' It's past nine o'clock, it's not safe at night, hurry up and go home, don't run around outside.'"

Waiting for Zhou Qingfeng to go away, Aunt Zhang, who was supposed to leave, didn't leave. The old lady leaned in front of the little young woman and said comfortingly, "Alright, alright, don't cry." Xiao Zhou has a good heart, he is good for you! ”

The little young woman looked at the empty cart stall, and then looked at the three hundred yuan in her hand, subconsciously wiped the corners of her eyes, and said in a low voice: "I didn't cry, I know that Xiao Zhou has a good heart, but he always likes murderers, and I was scared by him." ”

"It's nothing to be scared. People like you. Aunt Zhang said with a smile.

The little young woman was really startled, and hurriedly denied: "Auntie, don't talk nonsense, I've been married for several years, and I have nothing to do with Xiao Zhou." I don't care, but don't ruin the reputation of Xiao Zhou. ”

Aunt Zhang changed the topic again, and continued to ask with a smile: "Xiao Yuan, what is the matter between you and that kid from the Guo family?" If you can't get by, you can't toss yourself to death, you don't owe them anything to the old Guo family, why hang yourself on a tree? ”

The little young woman sighed at first, and then shook her head and didn't speak, don't ask if she was in a hurry, she shed tears and said: "I'm pregnant, I'm twenty-eight years old, and I want this child." I don't want my child to be born without a father! ”

As soon as she said this, Aunt Zhang also sighed and felt sad, and two women, an old man and a young woman, stood in front of the cart stall and wiped her tears.

And Zhou Qingfeng returned to the residential building with a few large bags of oranges, and when he walked to the door of his house, he saw that the door of the Guo family next door was still a newspaper with a big hole, and there was a sound of ping-pong fighting in the house, and I didn't know what TV series was playing.

Zhou Qingfeng stared at the big hole in the door of Guo's house with a gloomy face, and then looked at the flashing TV lights and shadows in Guo's house through the glass window, and wanted to kill with hatred in his heart. He went back to the house and put down a few bags of oranges, but received a call from Aunt Zhang.

Ninety percent of the specific content of the phone call was casually chattering, but at the end he asked Zhou Qingfeng, 'Do you like someone's little daughter-in-law'?"

"Auntie, how can it? You're thinking too much. I just felt that Sister Yuan's life was not easy, and I wanted to help her. I don't mean anything else. Zhou Qingfeng flatly denied this, because he couldn't tell why he cared about his little daughter-in-law.

In the past, Zhou Qingfeng wouldn't be too concerned when he encountered this kind of thing - his own life was difficult, who had the heart to care about the life and death of others? It's just that he has been in the wasteland for ten days, and the constraints of many moral laws have greatly weakened on him, and he has begun to do things according to his own will.

"What you men think, my old lady still doesn't know?" Regarding Zhou Qingfeng's denial, Aunt Zhang didn't say much, but she didn't believe it between her words, but said a few words about Yuan Mei's benefits and praised the other party a few words.

The phone hung up, and Zhou Qingfeng didn't bother to think more about the suffering of the little young woman. The other party would rather suffer and be tired than look good, and it is difficult for him to help if he wants to, so he simply goes to bed.

The next day, Zhou Qingfeng was still fine, and slept until noon as usual before running out to eat, and waited until the evening when a title bar suddenly appeared on his computer, which read: Enter the wasteland again in twenty-four hours, you can carry some low-value supplies with you.