Chapter 115: 106 Auntie: Cool and composed, sharp-tongued and ruthless. Chapter 115: 106 Auntie: Cool and composed, sharp-tongued and ruthless. The sky was slightly bright, with a crescent moon hanging in the east and few stars, only the morning star was particularly conspicuous.
An old man, with his hands clasped behind his back, dressed in a Sun Yat-sen suit, walked through the lanes, followed by a young girl in her early twenties.
“It’s been only a little over a year since I’ve been back, but Pingjiang has changed a lot. I remember there used to be vendors selling fried dough sticks and pancakes in the morning, but not anymore.”
“I also wanted to bring Wanwan some glutinous rice lotus root, but I can’t find that store anywhere.”
“I’m old now; I’ve only walked a few steps, but look at the sweat on my hands.”
…
The old man continued as he walked forward, “Do you think we came too early? Their family hasn’t gotten up yet.”
“No, Uncle Tang often gets up early with the birds for exercise; sometimes he’s out by five,” the girl’s voice was clear and crisp.
“The moment I arrive in Pingjiang, I get so excited I can’t sleep.”
The two bought some breakfast and were walking toward the Tang Family’s old house. When they nearly reached the door around a quarter past five, even before they got close, they saw someone loitering at the Tang Family’s entrance from a distance.
There was a bit of fog in the morning, and from afar everything was a hazy gray, with only a vague silhouette visible. As they got closer, they could make out it was a man.
“Who is this? Who comes looking for someone so early in the morning?” the old man squinted.
They watched the man look around, not knocking directly but walking to one side, feeling the short wall with his hand, and then inexplicably dragging over a large flowerpot from somewhere, placing it under the wall.
The flower pot was only half a foot tall, and for his short and stout body, climbing the low wall was not an easy task.
The Tang Family’s old house had an old-fashioned courtyard, with walls not too high that agile individuals could easily climb over.
However, for many years, the security in Pingjiang had been good. Incidents of climbing walls to commit burglary were rare. Besides, many families had dogs in their yards, and thieves risked being bitten before they could steal anything.
“This…” the old man narrowed his eyes.
The person beside him, however, took out a mobile phone, snapping two photos, with the lens zoomed in through the mist, fully capturing the man’s face.
Before she could speak, the old man beside her had already stepped forward quickly, “Hey! What are you doing? Stealing?”
“Get lost, old man, keep your nose out of my business!” the man shouted.
The old man, elderly and with poor eyesight, although close, could not recognize the person as the latter faced the wall.
“Is thievery so bold nowadays? Beware, I’ll call the police!”
to grip the top of the wall, perhaps agitated by the mention of the police, cursed violently, “Get lost! What
I’ll
a decrepit old thing
…
old man, infuriated, was about to step forward, a figure faster than him dashed out, directly lifting a foot and kicking
support under his feet and failing to grip the top of the wall, the man fell
pot rolling, his body hit the
Mei inside
with hard, cold bluestone, painful enough to
he was dressed warmly; otherwise, this fall would have cracked his head open or severely
you, playing hero and meddling? Today I’ll make sure you know how tough I am!” he scrambled up from the ground, grabbing a broom leaned against
old man frowned, somewhat
handed the breakfast she was carrying to the old man, “Dad, stay back a
the girl, swinging it towards her, yet due
slightly stepped to the
have to face me if you’re
broom, cursing relentlessly with phrases like “senile old fool” and
dodge, seizing the moment
was
him, knocked him over to the ground once again, landing on the same spot
twitched, unable to hold onto the
it
to do…” The man was terrified and trembled as he got up from the ground, but immediately after, his
“Ow—”
solid wood,
girl, have you lost
hitting me, I’m begging for mercy, don’t you stop, my lady, I’m
…
Hua Mei,
the door, one person and one bird, their voices rose and fell,
**
of bed without putting on her coat, wrapped in her pajamas, and
He frowned slightly, grabbed two coats, and after seeing Jiangjiang get
slow due to his age. He bumped into Jiang Jinsang,
reached the doorstep, the sky
holding a broom, thrashing a
towards him, “Brother-in-law, brother-in-law—save me! This is a crazy
was none other than Zhang
my brother-in-law’s house; it’s none of your business, you crazy woman.” Zhang Defu, seeing the Tang Family
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