In this tempting metropolis, everyone is busy with their own lives. Rich people are constantly working hard to earn more wealth and status; poor people are constantly working hard to earn enough capital to survive. No matter how busy we are, we never seem to be able to reach our ideal goals.
Ziqi, who returned home, hid in his small room and worked as a part-time translator. In the past few years, working as a tutor and part-time translator, Ziqi has tried every means to earn money. She wants to improve the lives of her parents through her own efforts, so that they can hold their heads high in front of relatives and friends. For Ziqi, life seems to be nothing more than an endless struggle.
In grandpa's house, uncle is chatting with grandpa. Ziqi pricked up his ears, trying to hear every word they said.
"Dad, didn't the house over there talk about relocation? Why hasn't there been any movement yet?"
"I heard that the relocation notice has been posted, and it is probably coming soon!"
"Really? Dad, when they relocate, I will come to live in our house, and I will take care of you. You give me all the money you give them every month, and I promise to do the same thing for you every day!"
Ziqi didn't know why he listened to the conversation between his uncle and grandpa. He knew that the content of their conversation was to find ways to drive his family members out, and he knew that after listening to them, he would only end up angry.
Family affection is sometimes really subtle, it seems unique and indestructible. But as long as it is linked to interests and property, everything seems vulnerable.
"It's all right," Ziqi heard the grandfather in the room swear.
"Dad, you must take good care of your household registration booklet and real estate certificate. If my brother wants you, don't give it to me!"
"I put it all away!"
"Dad, it's really impossible, you can transfer this house to my name, I will definitely take good care of you!"
Destiny will always offer joy and pain at the same time, half of which is as soft and beautiful as water, and the other half as biting thorns like frost.
Ziqi looked at the half-translated article on the computer, looked at this room that did not belong to him, and listened to the busy voices of his parents in the kitchen. She is really helpless, she wants to make a lot of money immediately and throw it in the face of uncle and grandpa, but these can only be imagined.
"The meal is ready!"
Mom put the meal on the table and went to each room to inform everyone to eat.
Looking at the rice on the table, looking at the satisfied expressions of parents, looking at the worried faces of uncle and grandpa.
If our heart is hard enough, can we ignore all indifference and hurt; if our heart is soft enough, can we let go of everything and forgive all the cruelty of life.
"Pei Zilin, when will your house be moved?" Ziqi's uncle said.
"It should be soon, and the notice has been posted." Ziqi's father, Pei Zilin, was not at all defensive about what his brother said, and answered each one truthfully.
"Did you move to the existing house after the relocation?"
"I definitely can't move in right away. It's just finished, so it should be a rough house!"
"I told your brother, wait for their house to come down, and give them 50,000 yuan to let them decorate it." Ziqi's grandfather looked at Ziqi's uncle and said.
"What money. Dad, didn't you say that the money should be reserved for my son to marry a wife?" Ziqi's uncle said while drinking. "Pei Zilin, I asked someone to draw up a guarantee letter for me. The guarantee bookseller stipulates that Dad can only give you 600 yuan a month, and you can't move the rest of the money. Wait for me to bring it to you and sign it."
"What letter of guarantee? Why did we sign this?" Ziqi's father, Pei Zilin, seemed surprised by his uncle's words. He didn't understand how this letter of guarantee came about, nor what it was for.
"You said that your family of three lives and eats here, and all of your dad's money is in your hands. Who knows if you can spend it like this!" Ziqi's uncle said.
"Are you speaking in human terms? It's a family. What do you call random flowers? Although Dad is not paralyzed in bed like Mom, he is still in his 80s and needs to buy some nutrition. We Taking Dad's salary is also to help Dad replenish his body."
Ziqi has no choice, she has no ability to change all this. She can only let these quarrels become a driving force to push herself forward.
"I don't think Dad ate anything good, why didn't I see the good thing!" Ziqi's uncle put down his wine glass and gave Pei Zilin a glare.
"Dad has high blood pressure and is ventilated. We can only cook some light meals, but fruit and so on.We bought a lot for Dad. "
"Pei Zilin, let me tell you, it's useless for you to say that. How much is the fruit worth. I told my dad that starting next week, I'll cook for dad every day at noon, and I'll buy the fruit."
"The rice you cook is so salty and oily, can dad eat it?"
"Why can't you eat it? If it's salty, soak it in water!" Ziqi's uncle said to Ziqi's father angrily. "You have been eating and drinking for nothing here for several years, who knows if your girl will learn from you in the future!"
"At the time, my mother suffered from dementia and was paralyzed and bedridden. Our family of three took care of her. Every time my mother didn't eat, Ziqi would feed her at her bedside for two hours. We made our own shit and pee. , Then why didn't you let us go!" Ziqi's father said, the tendons on his forehead had completely popped out. His face also turned red.
"What's the use of talking about mom now! I didn't say that you didn't take care of mom. Besides, I always thought mom would live for a few more years! Who knows if mom left so early because of you?" Ziqi's uncle said As he stood, he glanced at Ziqi's father, and continued to drink with his glass.
For Ziqi, grandma is not only her grandma, but also her friend. Although grandma said that she has dementia and can't remember people, the only person she has never been wrong about is Ziqi. When Ziqi's parents talk about Ziqi, the grandma on the hospital bed will help Ziqi speak.
"Damn!" Ziqi couldn't control his emotions at all, as he spoke, he slammed the bowl onto the ground. Ziqi's actions seemed to surprise everyone at the table. None of them knew what was going on.
"What are you doing" Ziqi's uncle asked.
"Can the rice be delicious!" Ziqi's voice became louder and louder, and in the end even she couldn't control her own voice and intonation, "Every day I listen to you directing this and that, and you still have a letter of guarantee, you How old are you, how childish you are! Where were you when grandma was here? Don¡¯t you know how grandma left? If you didn¡¯t drink too much wine and play at home during the Chinese New Year, would grandma get angry?¡±
"Sir, why are you kidding me!" Ziqi's uncle shouted at Ziqi with his eyes wide open.
"My dad is your elder brother, he is older than you, how can you talk to him! Don't you, a son, know what happened to my grandma at that time? When my grandma needed someone to take care of her, did you treat her like a mother! Once a year, you are ashamed to say what you just said!"
"Unqualified thing!" Ziqi's uncle threw the wine glass in his hand on the table and cursed at Ziqi.
"What is quality? Are you showing quality? My parents let you bully me every day because they are too qualified. Don't you just want grandpa's money and this house? Why bother to beat around the bush and say That's a lot of nonsense. Let me tell you, I have learned everything since I was a child, except that I haven't learned what quality is!" Ziqi said, walking quickly back into the room with his stool.
She didn't listen to what her uncle was saying outside, nor did she care what the takeaway was arguing about. Her life has always been so chaotic. She was lying on the bed and could only hide in the quilt and cry.
In the face of sadness and pain, everyone is lonely, and no one can really accompany us. We can only lick our wounds and grow up slowly in pain. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com