Feng Yanhong went up the steps in one breath. The surrounding environment was still so familiar. There were three houses on each staircase in this old corridor. There was always a smell of pickled cabbage water in the corridor, mixed with the smell of green onions.
Walking to the door of Zheng's house, the emotions in Feng Yanhong's chest suddenly rushed out. She thought she had already let go after so many years.
It turned out not to be the case. She just suppressed those emotions temporarily, but they were always there, never calmed down, let alone relieved.
"Knock, knock, knock." Feng Yanhong knocked on the door of Zheng's house hard, biting her back molars with an expressionless expression.
"Who is it?" The sound of the radio inside the door suddenly stopped.
"Aunt Miao, my mother asked me to come and see you." Feng Yanhong tried her best to calm down her emotions, pretending to be gentle, and the fake smile at the corner of her mouth was extremely stiff.
There was silence inside the door for a moment, and there was no sign of opening the door.
Feng Yanhong's heart sank. Did she know what her mother knew?
No? How would she know?
Feng Yanjun stood on the stairs, waiting a little anxiously, staring at the door.
"Aunt Miao? Are you at home? My mother was afraid that Uncle Zheng would be angry with you because of the marriage, so she asked me to bring you something."
Normally, if she was asked to bring something, she would quickly come forward and open the door.
"Hey! Qiaohui can't open it!"
Miao Guizhi lowered her voice, but Feng Yanhong still heard it. There was only a protective door and a wooden door between them, so the sound insulation effect can be imagined.
Feng Yanhong frowned slightly, it seemed like she really knew!
"Mom, Sister Yanhong said she brought us something, why didn't you open the door!"
"Click" the door opened!
What a surprise.
When Zheng Qiaohui saw Feng Yanhong, she was still a little embarrassed, but thinking that she must have something to eat in her hand, she had to squeeze out a smile.
The last door was opened. Feng Yanhong held on to the door frame without hesitation, opened the door as wide as possible with her hands, and held it with her feet.
Zheng Qiaohui looked Feng Yanhong up and down, and was instantly angry: "You didn't bring anything! What are you doing here?"
Brain is a good thing, but it's a pity that Zheng Qiaohui doesn't have it.
Thanks to her being at home today, otherwise this door might not be so easy to enter.
"Of course not, I'm here to collect debt!" Feng Yanhong pushed Zheng Qiaohui away.
Miao Guizhi was frightened and wanted to close the door, but unfortunately she was a step later than Feng Yanhong. Feng Yanhong had already entered the door, retracted her arms in panic, and smiled ugly.
Feng Yanhong entered the Zheng family's living room calmly, and Feng Yanjun followed her in. The door was open, and Zheng Qiaohui ran out of the house in a hurry.
Feng Yanjun looked at her and Feng Yanhong said: "Don't worry about her."
That idiot probably wanted to ask for help, but she had to be able to get it.
A monk who can run away cannot run away from the temple. Miao Guizhi is reluctant to leave her small building and will definitely not run away.
Feng Yanhong sat at the folding dining table and glanced around. It was quite clean and the furnishings at home were very simple.
How could the decorations be so simple? I don’t know how many times people have smashed them, but what else can they hold?
The brother and sister had been living in bunk beds before. After she got married, the small sofa in the living room was replaced by a folding bed. Zheng Qiaohui came back to live in the living room when she was on vacation.
This house is only 40 to 50 square meters, and there are five people living in it. I wish I didn't even have a place to turn around.
It's not much better now, it's as crowded as ever.
"Beautiful, bright red...drink, drink water."
Miao Guizhi held a cup of steaming water and placed it on the table with a somewhat flattering smile.
On the surface, Feng Yanhong was kind and calm, without any anger in her body, but she was inexplicably flustered after all. She always felt that the girl in front of her was different from before.
The calmer she appears on the surface, the more uneasy she feels inside.
She must not be happy with the marriage, which is why her parents refused so firmly.
"Oh, it's okay. My mother asked me to get the one hundred and twenty yuan."
When Miao Guizhi heard the price of one hundred and twenty yuan, her legs softened and her face darkened.
"What's one hundred and twenty yuan? Don't talk nonsense. Who took her bride price? Don't you feel resentful because you broke off the engagement and want to blackmail my family's money?"
Feng Yanhong smiled, lowered her head and turned the water glass to listen to her finish, "Did I say what the money was?"
Miao Guizhi was stunned, knowing in her heart that she was lying, and her eyes flickered a few times.
"Do you know that you are buying and selling women?" Feng Yanhong looked up calmly again, with judgment in her eyes.
Miao Guizhi felt extremely guilty. Then she thought about just two children. What was she afraid of?
"What is human trafficking? Who said it was human trafficking? She begged me to help her find someone to marry. How can it be called human trafficking? Don't mess around here!"
"I also see that you are juniors and I won't care about you. Leave my house quickly, otherwise our faces will not look good!"
"Doesn't it look good?" Feng Yanhong stood up slowly and walked slowly towards the kitchen.
"What do you want to do?" Miao Guizhi had a premonition that she was not going to do it.
Feng Yanhong saw the arm-long rolling pin on the chopping board at a glance. She weighed it in her hand and raised the corner of her mouth.
When Miao Guizhi stepped forward to stop her, her pupils shrank, and she watched Feng Yanhong raise the rolling pin in her hand, hug her head and squat down.
"Ha~" Feng Yanhong was originally just trying to scare her, but her reaction was really quick. It seemed that she really received a lot of 'education' from Zheng Xingbang.
Feng Yanhong turned her arm lightly and swept the rolling pin to the floor without leaving anything on the kitchen window sill.
The "crackling" sound made Miao Guizhi hold her head tighter and even tremble.
Feng Yanhong was not in a hurry. She walked slowly and smashed the pots and pans in the kitchen and the cups and kettles in the living room. She didn't miss any that could be smashed.
The door was open. Occasionally, people would poke their heads in to take a look, and then leave quietly. After a while, there were already people watching the excitement downstairs.
To be honest, there is nothing that can be smashed in this house. There are only a few things on the surface, and they are almost smashed before they warm up.
"There is a saying that goes well, debts owed must eventually be repaid."
"Bang!" The can bottle that Feng Yanhong pinched fell to the cement floor with a crisp sound and fell into pieces.
"Your family has done a lot of bad things, right? Do you really think you can escape?"
"I, I beg you, don't smash it..."
Miao Guizhi almost burst into tears. She never understood why a girl who usually seemed like a nice girl dared to come to her house and break things.
"If I don't smash it, I'm afraid someone else will do it, so I might as well do it, don't you think, Aunt Miao? It seems like a lot of things here are brought from my house."
Feng Yanhong's tone was perverse, and her smile was even more coquettish, which gave people a creepy feeling.