The stars are dotted, and the moonlight fills the earth.
Watching Qu Yunxuan's silver Mercedes Benz drive away, Dong Xuebin turned around with a smile, lit a cigarette and returned to the community, humming a little tune.
layer……
Second floor...
Three floors...
Just when Dong Xuebin was about to take the key to open the door of Aunt Xuan's house, he suddenly heard a growl in his mouth. He looked suspiciously at the house next to him and his mother where he and his mother had lived for four or five years, and found that there was something under the crack of the door.
There was a bright light, and there seemed to be lights on inside, and it looked like there were people inside. Dong Xuebin immediately became vigilant. His first thought was that there was a thief. He immediately searched for the keys, pinched the door key of his house, pushed it in and twisted it hard.
, opened the security door, quickly unscrewed the wooden door inside, pushed it open and strode in.
"...Who!" A woman's voice came from inside the house.
Dong Xuebin sweated when he heard the voice. He had heard this voice all his life, and of course he was familiar with it. "Mom? Why did you go back to Beijing?"
"Xiao Bin?" Luan Xiaoping came out of the kitchen holding a broom and asked curiously: "Why are you back?"
"I came here yesterday. I was on a business trip and came to Beijing to do something."
"I didn't know how to call my mother and tell her." Luan Xiaoping looked at him complainingly, "My mother was shocked. She thought a thief had come in."
"You still scared me. Why did you leave the light on?"
"Sit down and stop moving. Mom just wiped the floor and you can see that there are shoe marks on it."
Dong Xuebin laughed and said: "What's wrong? Why are you going back to Beijing if you have nothing to do?"
Luan Xiaoping went to the bathroom to get a mop and came back to wipe the stains from the shoe prints little by little, "Isn't tomorrow Sunday? Lao Yang had a rest and said he wanted to come to Beijing to see where I used to live and to come to our house, so my mother came in advance
I’m back first. I’m cleaning up the house and buying some food. No one has lived here for more than a year. How can people come here if I don’t clean it up? Look at how dirty this house is. Put your feet up.”
Dong Xuebin on the sofa raised his legs and said, "Lao Yang, come here? What do you mean?"
Luan Xiaoping wiped it with a mop and said, "Just take a look."
"Come on, what's so good about this little shabby house? Mom, are you two planning to get the certificate?"
Blushing, Luan Xiaoping couldn't help but said: "I have this consideration, but I haven't decided yet."
Dong Xuebin snorted, "You have been to their house, and Lao Yang also wants to come to our house. Isn't this just a formality? Isn't this still undecided?"
Luan Xiaoping glanced at him and said, "As smart as you are, go and change your slippers and clean the glass for Mom. Mom is short and can't reach her."
"Oh, I'm tired here." Dong Xuebin muttered, covering his old waist that had just been broken by Aunt Xuan, and while rubbing it, he reluctantly took a rag to clean the glass, and said coldly:
"It's going to rain. Mom wants to get married. I understand this feeling."
Luan Xiaoping in the living room said: "What are you talking about?"
"Ahem, it's nothing. My mother is getting more and more beautiful."
Ring ring ring, ring ring ring, at this moment, the cell phone rang. It was my mother’s cell phone.
When Dong Xuebin turned around, he saw his mother quickly wiping her hands, picking up the phone, tapping on it not very skillfully, and holding it carefully to her ear, "Hello, hello, I'm Luan Xiaoping... Oh, Zhaojuan.
...Yes, yes, what's the matter...Huh? You and aunt are coming together tomorrow? Well...Welcome, of course you are welcome...Then you guys come in the car with Lao Yang, right...Okay, then, I'll go there then
Pick you up..."
When his mother put down her phone, Dong Xuebin couldn't help but ask: "Who is coming?"
Luan Xiaoping said in a complicated tone: "Lao Yang's sister Yang Zhaojuan and Lao Yang's mother."
"Yang Zhaojuan? Su Jia's mother? The one I met?" Dong Xuebin couldn't remember clearly.
"No." Luan Xiaoping said: "The last time you met with the Municipal Party Committee Family Court was Yang Zhaofen. Zhaojuan is the youngest sister in Lao Yang's family. You have never met her."
"Oh, why are they coming here?"
Luan Xiaoping paused and sighed: "Mom doesn't know either."
Suddenly, Dong Xuebin found that the mobile phone his mother had just put on the coffee table was still with the screen on. He frowned and quickly walked up to pick it up, "Why didn't you hang up?"
Luan Xiaoping huffed, "Mom isn't very good at using a cell phone yet, so she should hang up soon."
"Wait a minute, I forgot to hang up on the other end, there is a sound."
"What are you doing? Don't make trouble."
"Shh, don't talk."
The rustling sound was intermittent and could not be heard clearly, but the words "Luan Xiaoping" were still clearly captured by Dong Xuebin. He couldn't help but blinked and clicked on the speaker. Suddenly, the sound expanded several times came from the phone microphone.
Jumped out.
"... Anyway, let's get up early tomorrow." This woman's voice should be Yang Zhaojuan's.
"Otherwise you can just follow me. My legs and feet are inconvenient and I am too lazy to move." This is probably the voice of Mrs. Yang, which is a bit hoarse and she is quite old.
"Mom, what if you don't go? You have to look after my brother."
"It's not like I've never seen that kid Xiaoping before."
"What's your impression of her?"
"It's just average. Alas, it's not particularly eye-catching."
"That's right, my brother is fascinated by her now. He can't see many things clearly. If our family doesn't check it, what if there are problems in the future? When I called yesterday, I heard what my brother meant.
I'm about to get a marriage certificate with her, and I really don't know what's good about Luan Xiaoping. She's said to be average in appearance, and her clothes are just that, she has no taste at all, and her temperament is not good, and her family is from the countryside."
Old Mrs. Yang said: "Isn't she from Beijing?"
"Listen to what she said, she is from the countryside in Fenzhou City, and her previous man was from Beijing." Yang Zhaojuan curled her lips and said: "How do you think she is worthy of my brother? She is not a good match."
Suddenly, another male voice, who didn't know if it was her husband, said, "Didn't Xiao Jia say that Xiaoping's son is quite rich?"
Yang Zhaojuan said: "How much money can a director of the subdistrict office have?"
"I heard from Xiaojia that his son seems to drive a good car."
"A million? What does it mean to be rich? If nothing else, do you know how much our two houses would be worth if sold? At least two million. Driving a good car means you are rich? Luan Xiaoping and the others
I heard that they don’t even have a house in their home. In the city, she and her son live in the dormitory of the work unit. Luan Xiaoping’s place was helped by my brother through his connections. In Beijing, their home is even worse. It seems that there is only one
A one-bedroom apartment or a rented house is not their own at all. In these days, if you don’t have a house, you are nothing. How can you call it rich? If we sell the house, we can buy three or four BMWs and there will be no problem at all.”
The man said: "What you said is too prejudiced. Don't say that in front of your brother."
Yang Zhaojuan said: "I do it for my brother's benefit. I really don't like that Luan Xiaoping. What do you think she has? What does my brother think?"
Old Mrs. Yang pondered: "If Zhaojuan said that...it's true."
"Right?" Yang Zhaojuan said, "Mom, so you have to make the decision in this matter, so that my brother will not have time to regret it later. I have a classmate who got divorced last year. He is only about forty years old, he is beautiful, and his family is in good condition.
Very good. There are two houses in Beihe Province. One is a villa, and the car is a BMW. The conditions at home are absolutely not good. If it works, can I introduce it to my brother? "
Old Mrs. Yang said: "Show me the photo."
"I have it with me. Here it is for you."
"...Well, this girl is pretty good, forty years old? Forty years old?"
"Forty-one, much younger than Luan Xiaoping."
The middle-aged man said: "Zhaojuan, why are you planning to go to Beijing?"
Yang Zhaojuan said: "We haven't met anyone in Xiaoping's family, haven't we? My sister and her family have only met Xiaoping's son. I want to go this time to see what's going on in their family, and also to make my brother give up."
,Mom, I’m not saying that we can’t live without a house, and we’re not that snobbish, but if our family conditions are too poor and we are rural women, the difference in concepts is too big. If we don’t get it right, we can’t get along.
Do you think so? My brother is the director of the Organization Department of the Municipal Party Committee. If she gets married and gets a certificate in the future, she will go to public places with my brother to socialize, which will make people laugh. "
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Hearing this, Dong Xuebin's face turned dark and he hung up the phone, "Fuck you!"
Luan Xiaoping's eyes turned red, she raised her head and wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes.
Seeing his mother crying, Dong Xuebin was even more furious, "You still look down on my mother? I still look down on you! Mom! This marriage is not done! From now on, you can go live with me! I will take care of you.
lifetime!"
Luan Xiaoping sniffed and tears fell faster.
The more Dong Xuebin thought about it, the more irritated he became. He walked back and forth in the room with his hands behind his back, "What is it! What is it! Mom! Did you know that their family didn't want to do it?"
"……Um."
"Fuck! I'm not fucking willing!" Dong Xuebin yelled: "Who is my mother? Marrying into your family is the virtue accumulated by your ancestors all their lives! You still don't like her? You think my mother looks like a rural person?
Ordinary age? Paralysis! Who do you think your family is! My mother wants to marry into your family because she thinks highly of you! Are you still picking and choosing with me? I won’t marry! Mom! We won’t marry!”
After saying that, Dong Xuebin picked up the phone and was about to call Yang Zhaode.
Luan Xiaoping saw it and hurriedly ran up to grab his phone, "Xiao Bin! Stop making trouble! Give it to mom! No beating!"
Dong Xuebin said angrily: "What are you doing?"
"Mom is talking to your Uncle Yang, not their family members."
"Then getting married is a matter between two families. Lao Yang's family is reluctant, so you will still be angry even if you get married!"
"Xiao Bin! Sit down for Mom!" Luan Xiaoping was also angry, pointing at him and saying: "You don't obey Mom, do you? Are your wings stiff? Give Mom the phone!"
Dong Xuebin took a look and sat down heavily on the sofa with anger, "What the hell are they! Are they trying to support me? Why do you still dislike such a virtuous person like my mother? I've blinded you!"