Chapter 450
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Feng Liu Xiao Er
"Why? Why do you hate this place? Didn't you grow up here?" Zhou Qian asked.
Qin Feng sneered a few times, did not answer Zhou Qian's question, and continued pulling weeds.
Zhou Qian also knelt down to pull weeds, but was stopped by Qin Feng: "You can stand by and rest for a while, some grass has thorns, don't scratch, I can do it by myself, soon."
"Scratches are considered filial piety, and a daughter-in-law like me can't do nothing." Zhou Qian insisted.
Qin Feng smiled, and together with Zhou Qian pulled out the weeds on the grave, and then placed the tribute. Finally, Qin Feng and Zhou Qian squatted in front of the grave and burned paper money.
"Mom, I'm sorry, I haven't come back to see you for many years."
"Let me introduce you, Zhou Qian, my wife, your daughter-in-law. Today I will bring Zhou Qian over to see you and burn some paper for you."
Qin Feng took Zhou Qian and muttered in front of the grave. After burning the paper, Qin Feng just sat in front of the grave and smoked. He chatted with Zhou Qian for a while about his childhood growing up in this mountain village.
After sitting in front of the grave for about an hour, Qin Feng took Zhou Qian down the mountain. He planned to go directly, but in the end Qin Feng drove to the nearby village and parked the car in a place full of miscellaneous things. Grass in front of an abandoned hut.
Qin Feng parked the car, opened the door and got out of the car, followed by Zhou Qian.
Zhou Qian looked at the two-story hut in front of her, which could almost be regarded as a dilapidated wall, and was very surprised.
"Is this your home?" Zhou Qian asked.
Qin Feng nodded, and walked slowly to the front of the house. There was no complete window or door in the whole house, and even several walls had been demolished.
"How did it become like this? There are no windows or doors, why are they so broken?" Zhou Qian could hardly believe her eyes.
Qin Feng sneered again: "The robbers must have stolen it."
"What? There are still robbers here?" Zhou Qian was so surprised that she couldn't close her mouth from ear to ear.
"Yes, why not, it has always been there." After Qin Feng finished speaking, he looked at the beautiful three-story western-style building next door, his eyes were full of indignation and hatred.
Following Qin Feng's eyes, Zhou Qian also looked at the western-style building next to her. The two buildings are not far apart, but the sky and the ground are in contrast. The contrast is very obvious.
"Whose building is that?" Zhou Qian asked.
"Others." Qin Feng replied lightly, and then stood in front of the door and looked at his dilapidated house, eyes full of sadness.
At this moment, a motorcycle passed by Qin Feng's gate. The rider saw Qin Feng standing there, was surprised and stopped the motorcycle.
Qin Feng also saw the motorcyclist and looked at him coldly.
The person on the motorcycle was over 60 years old, with a burly figure and gray hair. If you look carefully, you can find that the person's appearance is somewhat similar to Qin Feng.
"Little brat, why did you die back? I thought you died outside for so many years?" The man sat on the motorcycle and said to Qin Feng.
Qin Feng let out a sneer: "Thanks to you, I didn't die, but I was still alive and well. I'm disappointed."
"Little bastard, who are you talking to? No matter how old or young, you can't even call uncle, can you?" The man taught Qin Feng a lesson.
"Uncle?" Zhou Qian was surprised.
"I told you, do you have the nerve to agree? Do you think you deserve it?" Qin Feng asked coldly.
"Are you going to come back to settle old scores with me, right? Kid, you'd better show me some respect, otherwise you will never return to this home, never get a foothold here." Uncle warned Qin Feng.
Qin Feng sneered again and shook his head, pointing to the ruined walls of his house and asked: "Where are the doors and windows of my house? Where are the bricks on the wall? Where are the furniture and electrical appliances in the house?"
"I dismantled the doors, windows and bricks to build a pigsty for you. I sold the furniture and electrical appliances. Why put them here? Rusty?" the uncle said solemnly, as if it was only right and proper.
"Qin Zuguang, this is my house. Why are you demolishing my house? Have you obtained my consent?" Qin Feng asked.
"With your consent? What are you? I need your consent to demolish the house? Not to mention you, even if your father is alive, I wouldn't even dare to let him down if I demolished it." Qin Zuguang was very disdainful.
"Okay, very good." Qin Feng clenched his fists tightly.
"Qin Zuguang, people are doing it, and the sky is watching. You'd better burn incense and pray to Buddha every day to pray that you will not suffer retribution." After Qin Feng finished speaking, he took the hand of Zhou Qian who hadn't figured out the situation, and went directly to the car and opened the door Just get ready to get in the car.
At this time, a burly man in his 30s came over from the small western-style building next door with a cigarette in his mouth.
"Old man, who are you talking to? Who the hell is this?" The man asked Qin Zuguang as he walked over.
"The little bastard from the second family is back."
"Ah? Didn't you die?" The man was a little surprised. He quickly walked to Qin Feng's car window and looked into the car: "Oh, it's really you. It's really a miracle that you haven't died for so many years."
Qin Feng sat in the driver's seat, didn't speak, and didn't even turn his head.
"Just drive this broken car? Does it cost 5 yuan? She's not very good, who is this girl? She's pretty..." The man kicked Qin Feng's car twice, and then He stared lewdly at Zhou Qian in the passenger seat.
Qin Feng sneered a few times, did not answer Zhou Qian's question, and continued pulling weeds.
Zhou Qian also knelt down to pull weeds, but was stopped by Qin Feng: "You can stand by and rest for a while, some grass has thorns, don't scratch, I can do it by myself, soon."
"Scratches are considered filial piety, and a daughter-in-law like me can't do nothing." Zhou Qian insisted.
Qin Feng smiled, and together with Zhou Qian pulled out the weeds on the grave, and then placed the tribute. Finally, Qin Feng and Zhou Qian squatted in front of the grave and burned paper money.
"Mom, I'm sorry, I haven't come back to see you for many years."
"Let me introduce you, Zhou Qian, my wife, your daughter-in-law. Today I will bring Zhou Qian over to see you and burn some paper for you."
Qin Feng took Zhou Qian and muttered in front of the grave. After burning the paper, Qin Feng just sat in front of the grave and smoked. He chatted with Zhou Qian for a while about his childhood growing up in this mountain village.
After sitting in front of the grave for about an hour, Qin Feng took Zhou Qian down the mountain. He planned to go directly, but in the end Qin Feng drove to the nearby village and parked the car in a place full of miscellaneous things. Grass in front of an abandoned hut.
Qin Feng parked the car, opened the door and got out of the car, followed by Zhou Qian.
Zhou Qian looked at the two-story hut in front of her, which could almost be regarded as a dilapidated wall, and was very surprised.
"Is this your home?" Zhou Qian asked.
Qin Feng nodded, and walked slowly to the front of the house. There was no complete window or door in the whole house, and even several walls had been demolished.
"How did it become like this? There are no windows or doors, why are they so broken?" Zhou Qian could hardly believe her eyes.
Qin Feng sneered again: "The robbers must have stolen it."
"What? There are still robbers here?" Zhou Qian was so surprised that she couldn't close her mouth from ear to ear.
"Yes, why not, it has always been there." After Qin Feng finished speaking, he looked at the beautiful three-story western-style building next door, his eyes were full of indignation and hatred.
Following Qin Feng's eyes, Zhou Qian also looked at the western-style building next to her. The two buildings are not far apart, but the sky and the ground are in contrast. The contrast is very obvious.
"Whose building is that?" Zhou Qian asked.
"Others." Qin Feng replied lightly, and then stood in front of the door and looked at his dilapidated house, eyes full of sadness.
At this moment, a motorcycle passed by Qin Feng's gate. The rider saw Qin Feng standing there, was surprised and stopped the motorcycle.
Qin Feng also saw the motorcyclist and looked at him coldly.
The person on the motorcycle was over 60 years old, with a burly figure and gray hair. If you look carefully, you can find that the person's appearance is somewhat similar to Qin Feng.
"Little brat, why did you die back? I thought you died outside for so many years?" The man sat on the motorcycle and said to Qin Feng.
Qin Feng let out a sneer: "Thanks to you, I didn't die, but I was still alive and well. I'm disappointed."
"Little bastard, who are you talking to? No matter how old or young, you can't even call uncle, can you?" The man taught Qin Feng a lesson.
"Uncle?" Zhou Qian was surprised.
"I told you, do you have the nerve to agree? Do you think you deserve it?" Qin Feng asked coldly.
"Are you going to come back to settle old scores with me, right? Kid, you'd better show me some respect, otherwise you will never return to this home, never get a foothold here." Uncle warned Qin Feng.
Qin Feng sneered again and shook his head, pointing to the ruined walls of his house and asked: "Where are the doors and windows of my house? Where are the bricks on the wall? Where are the furniture and electrical appliances in the house?"
"I dismantled the doors, windows and bricks to build a pigsty for you. I sold the furniture and electrical appliances. Why put them here? Rusty?" the uncle said solemnly, as if it was only right and proper.
"Qin Zuguang, this is my house. Why are you demolishing my house? Have you obtained my consent?" Qin Feng asked.
"With your consent? What are you? I need your consent to demolish the house? Not to mention you, even if your father is alive, I wouldn't even dare to let him down if I demolished it." Qin Zuguang was very disdainful.
"Okay, very good." Qin Feng clenched his fists tightly.
"Qin Zuguang, people are doing it, and the sky is watching. You'd better burn incense and pray to Buddha every day to pray that you will not suffer retribution." After Qin Feng finished speaking, he took the hand of Zhou Qian who hadn't figured out the situation, and went directly to the car and opened the door Just get ready to get in the car.
At this time, a burly man in his 30s came over from the small western-style building next door with a cigarette in his mouth.
"Old man, who are you talking to? Who the hell is this?" The man asked Qin Zuguang as he walked over.
"The little bastard from the second family is back."
"Ah? Didn't you die?" The man was a little surprised. He quickly walked to Qin Feng's car window and looked into the car: "Oh, it's really you. It's really a miracle that you haven't died for so many years."
Qin Feng sat in the driver's seat, didn't speak, and didn't even turn his head.
"Just drive this broken car? Does it cost 5 yuan? She's not very good, who is this girl? She's pretty..." The man kicked Qin Feng's car twice, and then He stared lewdly at Zhou Qian in the passenger seat.
