A leisurely life that begins with the possession of a game character

Chapter 86 Unfilial Son (please subscribe)

However, the guess was just a guess. Zhang Lan still said sincerely: "The gift of [-] yuan is still too much. I will send you a refund via WeChat. Or I will return the card to you."

"No, I'm just thanking you. What else can you do for me? I'm not well yet. When I'm completely well, I'll bring my daughter for a visit." Li Yuan said on the phone.

In the end, Zhang Lan didn't talk to Li Yuan until he hung up the phone. Zhang Lan's mother looked at him and asked, "What do you think, what should I do with the money?"

"It's okay. I'll handle it later. Mom, don't worry about the gifts from the friends you don't know. I only used the gifts from the relatives in front of you. For the neighbors and friends behind you, take a look at what they are and I'll copy them. "Zhang Lan changed the topic, took the pen and opened another gift account book, and asked his mother to check the names before he copied them down.

After Zhang Lan's mother rode the tram to the winery, Qin Yongjun asked Zhang Lan, who had put away her account books and was about to go to her old house: "What should I do with Li Yuan's gift of [-] yuan? You and she are already acquainted, and they will come again after a while." I’m visiting you at home. Can I go out with you as a courtesy in the future?”

Zhang Lan thought for a while and said, "Donate the supplies that I don't know who bought them first. Let's wait until Li Yuan comes to visit her home. If we don't pay back, it's the same as spending it on her daughter."

"How much money are you planning to donate?" Qin Yongjun asked.

"Let's put together 30 yuan, and we'll discuss where to donate it later." Zhang Lan told Qin Yongjun a number.

Arriving at the old house, Zhang Lan began to prune the vines outside the courtyard.The winery's flower garden has proven that it is impossible to gain experience by planting flowers and trees, but the roses climbing all over the courtyard wall are perfect for viewing.

Zhang Lan was pruning the rose flowers on the courtyard wall when he saw someone walking towards him from a distance.When I got closer, I saw it was my neighbor Aunt Zhao.Zhang Lan started to say hello from a distance: "Where are you going, ma'am?"

"If I don't go there, I'm just here to find you." Aunt Zhao replied with a smile on her face.

Zhang Lan led Aunt Zhao into the house. Zhang Lan originally thought that Aunt Zhao was here to worship Buddha, but after sitting down and chatting, she found out that Aunt Zhao had come to see Zhang Lan to see the graveyard.

The smile on Zhang Lan's face instantly faded a lot, and he said to Aunt Zhao who was sitting on the sofa: "Auntie, you have found the wrong person. I don't know how to look at graves. There are specialties in this industry, so you have to find a specialist. This one."

Seeing the change in Zhang Lan's expression, Aunt Zhao's smiling face became much more restrained, and she said sarcastically: "Don't I think that fortune tellers will basically read the ghost house? So I came here to ask you."

After hearing Aunt Zhao's words, Zhang Lan was a little bit dumbfounded. She was a little angry and sighed in her heart, but she couldn't do this.Then he said to Aunt Zhao: "Auntie, do you want to see the cemetery? If there is something wrong with the family? If it is safe, don't touch the cemetery if you can."

"Hey, what can I do? Nothing happens at home. This is not mainly because the children at home think that the original ancestral grave is too far away, and it is inconvenient to sweep the grave. I just want to find a place nearby. If I go there in the future, I am a hundred years old, so it is convenient for children to visit the grave." Aunt Zhao waved her hand and explained.

Aunt Zhao's words made Zhang Lan sigh in his heart, but he would not agree to see the cemetery.Not to mention anything else, he just got married yesterday, and today he came over to ask him to see the cemetery. Zhang Lan looked at the reserved smile on Aunt Zhao's face and didn't know what to say.After a few simple words, Aunt Zhao was sent away.

During dinner in the evening, Zhang Lan mentioned that Aunt Zhao came to see him at the cemetery. Zhang Lan's mother sighed and said, "It's not that your aunt doesn't know about our family's situation, and she can't help it."

"What's wrong? I haven't heard anything happened to Mrs. Zhao's family." Zhang Lan was a little curious.

"Every day you run around and stay at home, and you don't go out to communicate with others. Even when you go to burn incense and worship Buddha, you don't say a few words to others. If you hadn't been smart enough, no one would have come to you. "Zhang Lan's mother started nagging about Zhang Lan's unkindness again.

"Mom, please stop talking about this topic. If you don't communicate well, just leave it alone. This is my personality. You should just talk about what happened to Mrs. Zhao's family." Zhang Lan quickly stopped her mother's topic and pulled it back. On the right path. "Are you, Aunt Zhao, saying that your child thinks the cemetery is too far away and it is inconvenient to go to the grave, so you plan to find a nearby place to move the grave."

"Yes, that's what Aunt Zhao said when she came over."

"She told people on the street a few days ago that the cemetery was not moved, but found for her." Zhang Lan was shocked by what Zhang Lan's mother said.

"I think Aunt Zhao is in pretty good health. Why are you so worried about finding a grave for yourself?"

"Your Aunt Zhao came from her second marriage, and she brought a boy with her. I guess you remember that boy, Zhang Lan, and his name is Zhang Xiangdong." Zhang Lan's mother began to talk about the whole story.

"Zhang Xiangdong was very popular in these ten miles and eight villages at that time, but he couldn't control people and couldn't get along. He had to ask Aunt Zhao to clean up the mess for him after doing anything. Until he was with others. When he went out to fight, others were just pretending. He went up with a knife and killed the person. The Public Security Bureau sentenced him to more than ten years, and he should be released in the next few days."

"Come out as soon as you come out. What does that have to do with Aunt Zhao." Zhang Lan still didn't understand.

"The key is that he didn't learn well. After being imprisoned for more than ten years, he is still the same. I heard that Aunt Zhao went to visit Zhang Xiangdong some time ago, and he even threatened to seek revenge on the people who took him there when he came out." Qin Yongjun on the side heard this. He replied smoothly while eating melon seeds with relish.

"You are really well-informed. But I still don't understand what Aunt Zhao has to do with it. Zhang Xiangdong is an adult. He can just take responsibility for anything. It doesn't have to do with Aunt Zhao." Zhang Lan glanced at Qin Yongjun and said.

"Zhang Xiangdong has a very bad temper. When he was at home, he would beat you, Aunt Zhao, for some trivial matter, and she would beat you badly. Later, your second son, Zhang Xiangyang, who was born after Aunt Zhao came here, fought with Zhang Xiangdong every day because of this. At that time, you were studying outside. Our hometown is also far away from your Aunt Zhao's home. So you don't know many things. Your Aunt Zhao said that she can't live with it in the future, so she might as well die." Zhang Lan's mother made things clear with these words. cause.

"That's it, I know. It's hard to talk about this kind of thing. It's up to Aunt Zhao herself. Mom, please give me some advice when you have time. Things are different now than before. If Zhang Xiangdong continues to fool around and send him to prison, it depends on Aunt Zhao. You can't be so cruel." Zhang Lan commented simply.

"That's what your Brother Xiangyang said, but Aunt Zhao doesn't want that." Zhang Lan's mother sighed.

Zhang Lan curled his lips and was too lazy to talk about it anymore.

After dinner in the evening and driving back to the city, Qin Yongjun asked Zhang Lan: "Zhang Lan, what do you think about Aunt Zhao?"

"How do you see it? Just use your eyes to see it." Zhang Lan replied.

"Don't act poor, I'm asking you." Qin Yongjun was a little dissatisfied.

"I'm not trying to be poor. It's easier to live than to die. Everyone has their own choice, so you don't have to worry so much." Zhang Lan replied, holding the steering wheel and looking at the road ahead.

"You are so cold-blooded." Qin Yongjun commented.

(End of this chapter)