Chapter 8 Zhao Qianqian's boss is not small The old couple is very troubled

Director Qi's implication is: A thirty-six-year-old girl who stays at home all the time will give birth to some strange things, and Zhao Yaru's eldest daughter is a little incomprehensible.

The five men got out of the car and got onto the stone bridge. A hot wind blew, carrying with it a foul smell. The water under the bridge is as black as soy sauce, and the smell must be wafting from the river.

Qili Street is located in the south of the city, where there are many stone bridges and alleys.

Along the way, Director Wang introduced the basic situation of the Zhao family to Ouyang Ping, although Ouyang Ping already had Zhao Ya's household registration information in his hands, but Director Wang's introduction was still very necessary. The household registration data reflects the household registration situation in the past historical period.

According to the household registration information, Zhao Yaru has a total of five people, husband and wife, three daughters, and Zhao Yaru's youngest daughter, Zhao Qingqing, was drowned in a swim in Huashen Lake a year ago, that is, in the summer of 1983.

This is an unfortunate family, the misfortune of the Zhao family is not only the drowning of the youngest daughter, but also a very bad thing for the old couple, Zhao Yaru's eldest daughter Zhao Qianqian is Chinese New Year's Eve six years old today and has never married.

If you are in your thirties and have not yet married, this is unacceptable in the eyes of Chinese people who are deeply rooted in traditional concepts when men are married and women are married.

"Does Zhao Qianqian have a physical problem, either because she has a disability, or because she looks ugly?" Ouyang Ping asked.

On the contrary, Zhao Qianqian is very beautiful, her little face is red and white, especially her figure, which is rare among girls. In Xie Juren Lane alone, there are several families who invite matchmakers to come to the door to propose marriage. And they are all people with heads and faces, and the conditions are very good. But Zhao Qianqian just doesn't want to see people. ”

"What's the reason for that?"

"I don't know. Although there is a lot of speculation in the neighborhood, it is all strange and unsubstantiated. ”

"What do you say?"

"It is often said that I have suffered in my marriage and am discouraged about my marriage, so I decided to be celibate. For a period of time, her parents were pressing, so Zhao Qianqian moved to the dormitory of the unit, and she usually didn't go home much. Zhao Qianqian has been very stubborn since she was a child, and her parents couldn't resist her, so they stopped mentioning marriage, so she moved home to live. ”

"Is there something wrong with her?"

"I can't see it, except for those who don't listen to their parents in marriage, they are very good in other aspects, and they are also very filial to their parents, and most of their monthly salary is given to their parents."

"What does this Zhao Qianqian do?"

"She works in the city library, she works well, she looks good and she is very beautiful, but she doesn't want to get married. The old couple was worried about this all day long, and they couldn't hold their heads up in front of their neighbors. Aunt Zhao usually goes to the street to buy vegetables, and rarely leaves the hospital; Mr. Zhao goes to the cultural center every day and rarely acquains with his neighbors. ”

While speaking, the five people had already walked to the door of Zhao Ya Confucianism.

Rao Ping stopped at the door of the third house on the west side of the alley: "This is it." Raoping knocked on the door three times.

Immediately afterwards, an answering voice came from inside the courtyard gate: "It's coming." It was an old, hoarse voice.

After a while, the courtyard door opened (there are two courtyard doors), and there was an old lady standing inside the courtyard door: "Isn't this Director Wang!" Please come in - please come in. As he spoke, the old man looked at Ouyang Ping.

The old man was very polite, but the movements did not follow, and while she spoke, half of her body was still blocked in the door.

"Aunt Zhao, are you home alone?"

The alley was very narrow, and five people were blocked in the alley, and at this time, a burden-carrying man came from the other side of the alley.

In this case, the old man completely opened the courtyard door: "The old man went to the Cultural Palace, and he will not come back until he has a meal." ”

Zhao Yaru is a teacher, after retirement, he often goes to the Cultural Palace to hang his voice, his only hobby in life is Peking Opera, and he sings a few paragraphs with a group of ticket holders every day. He can also play the erhu, and he plays it very well, somehow, Zhao Yaru didn't hang his voice later, not only did he not sing Peking Opera, but he also talked a lot less, he went to the cultural center every day, in addition to accompanying the ticket holders, he sat silently next to listen to others sing.

In Director Wang's view, Zhao Yaru's heart has changed so much, most of which is related to the eldest daughter Zhao Qianqian, who is still waiting to be in the boudoir. Pity the hearts of parents in the world, in the world, there is nothing more worrying and tangled for parents than this matter.

"You go to look for it at this time, he must be in the cultural center." The old man wanted to push his comrades out.

Director Wang is more familiar with the situation of the Zhao family, in the Zhao family, Zhao Yaru is the only person who has an opinion, his wife has not read, has no culture, and is not good at communicating with people, so no matter what happens, the person who comes forward is always Zhao Yaru. The old lady was probably worried that she had said the wrong thing, so she asked her comrades to go to Zhao Yaru.

"Aunt Zhao, these are comrades from the Municipal Public Security Bureau, this is Captain Ouyang, we want to ask you something."

"The comrades from the Public Security Bureau asked me something? Don't know what's going on? ”

"Auntie, we found a corpse in the well of the Chen family's compound."

"Is there such a thing? When did this happen? ”

"Just this morning, while the construction workers were clearing the rubble, they found a man's body inside the well."

"Come into the house, go inside and sit down."

This is a very small courtyard, the yard is only six or seven square meters, except for the wall near the alley, there are two-story buildings on the north and southeast sides, the Zhao family only has two houses and a small cloak (the small cloak is the kitchen), and there is a pavilion on top of the two houses. The pavilion faces south with three low windows.

The old man led everyone into the door, the room is divided into two rooms, the inner room is the bedroom, the outer room is the hall house, there are tables and benches in the hall, and there is a staircase against the corner of the wall, and the top of the staircase should be Zhao Qianqian's boudoir. On the wall next to the stairs hang two erhus, with a thin black thread wrapped around them, which look like they are some years old.