It didn't take long, only two or three minutes passed, and the aunt came down from upstairs, followed by a middle-aged man.
This man was wearing a white shirt, gray trousers, black leather shoes, and his hair was meticulously combed. He followed the aunt down the stairs with a solemn expression, and looked at Song Wenjing doubtfully.
"Jianhua, this young man is looking for you." After the aunt introduced her, she went back to making breakfast.
Li Jianhua looked at the young man in front of him, a little confused. He didn't know this man. He came here so early in the morning. Could it be that he was asking for help?
Originally, he was still simmering with anger because he discovered yesterday that the deposit receipts tucked into a book at home had been sold by his mother as scrap paper. Someone came looking for him early this morning, which naturally made him not have a good temper.
"Who are you, and what do you want from me?" Li Jianhua frowned, a bit questioning.
Song Wenjing didn't know what kind of gunpowder the other party had taken, but he had this attitude from the very beginning. He was doing good deeds, so he got up early in the morning and traveled for several hours. He even consciously searched for it in the city without thinking of changing.
This was the attitude he came from, which was a bit hard for him to accept.
Even though as a rag collector, he was always disliked by others. But at this moment, Song Wenjing still couldn't stand the questioning attitude of the other party.
He even had the idea of leaving.
But then I thought about it, the other person didn't know that he was here to return something to him. Maybe he just learned that the money was lost, so it's normal to have a temper. In that case, it's probably not possible for him to be able to maintain a good temper.
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Thinking of this, Song Wenjing felt relieved.
"Hello, can we talk over there? It's a bit inconvenient here!" Song Wenjing pointed to the roadside.
In the corridor, everyone had just woken up and was preparing to wash up or make breakfast, so people were coming and going, so it was really inconvenient to talk.
Moreover, Song Wenjing didn't know whether the money and deposit certificate would involve the other party's privacy, so he still wanted to communicate clearly in private to avoid unnecessary trouble.
Li Jianhua obviously misunderstood Song Wenjing's meaning, and he felt a certain amount of contempt for him because he looked young and his clothes were ordinary and even a little shabby. What's more, he didn't know the other person at all, so he had no intention of continuing to talk to him.
Song Wenjing.
In his opinion, Song Wenjing may have been introduced by some people and then came to him privately, hoping to find a job through him or ask him for help with other matters.
"If you have anything to say, hurry up, I don't have that much time!" Li Jianhua said impatiently.
Song Wenjing, who was a little unhappy at first but managed not to have an attack, felt a little unhappy when he saw the other party still had such an attitude. At this time, he really wanted to leave and was too lazy to care about the family's affairs.
Just then, an old lady from upstairs came down and said, "Jianhua, it's time to have breakfast."
As soon as she said this, she was surprised to see Song Wenjing standing over there, and then suddenly amplified her voice, "This is the rag collector, Jianhua, hurry up, don't let him get away."
After saying that, he eagerly went downstairs and ran towards Song Wenjing. It seemed that if he were not careful, Song Wenjing would really run away.
Of course Song Wenjing didn't move, and even went up to greet her, lest the old lady fall and cause other tragedies.
At this time, Li Jianhua had not yet reacted. When he saw his mother running down eagerly, he was really worried and planned to stop her behavior. Unexpectedly, Song Wenjing had already walked over first and helped the old lady.
The old lady was about seventy years old, and her legs and feet were obviously not very sharp. If Song Wenjing hadn't stepped forward to hold her up, she might have fallen.
"Grandma, I didn't want to run away, I came here on purpose."
Song Wenjing helplessly allowed the old lady to grab his clothes and did not struggle. At such an old age, if something unexpected happened to him when he struggled, he would not be polite enough to tell.
"Mom, please tell me clearly what's going on!" Li Jianhua looked at Song Wenjing warily and asked the old lady at the same time.
The old lady took a breath, and then said: "Jianhua, didn't I tell you yesterday that all those old books were sold? It was this young man who took away those books."
Only then did Li Jianhua finally wake up to what was going on. Recalling Song Wenjing's previous words, he knew that he might have really misunderstood the young man.
Since someone came to visit me on his own initiative, it must be related to what happened yesterday, otherwise he wouldn't have done this.
Li Jianhua hurriedly pulled away from his mother, and finally asked politely: "Young man, I'm sorry, there was a misunderstanding just now. Did you discover something because of your coming here?"
He didn't say it thoroughly, but still wanted to confirm it.
"Uncle, until now, you haven't let me talk properly. I don't know if it's convenient to talk about that matter here, so I pulled you aside to talk, but you guys treat me like this."
Song Wenjing straightened out his wrinkled clothes, feeling a little dissatisfied.
Thinking back to what I had done just now, and how my mother had rushed up and grabbed someone's clothes, it was really not polite. Especially since the young man obviously took the initiative to come to the house to solve the problem.
Li Jianhua took the initiative and grabbed Song Wenjing's hand, shook it, "I'm sorry, I apologize to you. Come on, let's go up and talk, okay?"
There were two different attitudes before and after. Song Wenjing did not show any pretense, but followed the other party's invitation and followed him upstairs.
Walking to Li Jianhua's home on the second floor, Song Wenjing took a moment to look around. The house was not very big, about 80 square meters, but it was fairly elegantly decorated.
Li Jianhua politely asked Song Wenjing to sit down and poured him a glass of water.
"Uncle, you're welcome. I'll tell you what happened to avoid any further misunderstandings." Song Wenjing said proactively.
What happened was very simple. Song Wenjing told the other party roughly. But he did not tell the other party the amount of money in the old books and the data on the deposit slip. He still needed to confirm it with the other party one last time.
Li Jianhua also understood what Song Wenjing meant and directly reported the amount on the deposit receipt and the deposit date. At the same time, he also handed his ID card to Song Wenjing.
Seeing that all the evidence was correct, Song Wenjing took out the "Romance of the Three Kingdoms" from his bag with confidence, opened the pages, and handed over the ten banknotes and the deposit receipt.
Li Jianhua took the deposit certificate and looked at it carefully. He was really emotional about the lost deposit certificate and 100 yuan.
When he got off work last night, he saw that a pile of books in the corner of his room was missing, so he asked his mother. Unexpectedly, they were sold as junk. This was unacceptable to him, and he was even angry about it.
loose the temper.
But just one day later, it was lost and found again. This confirmation made him a little unbelievable.
When he saw that the money was in the hands of the rag collector, or it was directly collected and sold, it would be impossible to get it back.
But he happened to meet a living Lei Feng, sitting in front of him.
"Young man, I still don't know your name?"
Li Jianhua put the money and deposit receipt into his pocket, and politely poured water from the coffee table into Song Wenjing's hand again.
"Song Wenjing! Uncle, if there is nothing else, I will leave first. My cart is still downstairs."
Seeing that the matter had been taken care of, Song Wenjing didn't plan to stay long. It wasn't open yet today, so he planned to collect some things while it was still early.
How could Li Jianhua just let him go? He hurriedly stepped forward to stop Song Wenjing.
"Xiao Song, sit down for a while, why are you in such a hurry? Don't worry, there are people downstairs at this time, and it is impossible for thieves to steal things at this time."
Of course Song Wenjing would not worry about the cart being stolen. It was easy to steal a cart in broad daylight, and it was impossible to just put it in his pocket and put it away. He was just not familiar with the other party's family and felt there was no need to waste time here.
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Moreover, judging from what he had just experienced, he still felt a little wronged. He did have a bad impression of this family.
But Li Jianhua took the initiative to stop him, and his attitude changed a lot. He couldn't just gain the other party's face like this.
So I sat down again and took a sip of water.
The old lady next to him politely helped him peel an apple and handed it over with a smile on her face.