Make a living

Chapter 38

Zheng Haichuan couldn't sleep well for several days because of Qi Yu's words. The first thing he did after getting up early and returning late every day was to check whether his little nephew's arm was in good condition.

Fortunately, it didn't even use it for a week, and after only three or four days, the bruises on Xiao Hemiao's elbows disappeared, returning to its usual tenderness.Zheng Haichuan heaved a sigh of relief, he finally didn't get distracted during working hours and did the thing of taking away the guest's toilet tool as a tool.

"Doctor Li almost scared me to death."

Zheng Haichuan, who thought his children were fine, went to Sister Hong to pick up the children after work this day, so he casually mentioned the matter.

"But I also understand that they are doctors. They see so many strange diseases every day. Everyone must be a little bit sick!" Zheng Haichuan, who was no longer worried, returned to his cheerful smirk, his tone Said relaxedly, "I occasionally watch the live broadcast myself, and when I see those health experts say that the five viscera are stagnant, my waist is sore and my arms hurt, I feel like I have a serious illness!"

"Everyone is sick. It's just the difference between early death and late death," Sister Hong cut off the excess sutures with scissors, and with a cigarette in her mouth, she said in a nonchalant tone, "Sometimes when you kick your legs and close your eyes, it's easier. , sick and not dead is living and suffering."

"Ah, you can't say that..." Zheng Haichuan always felt that this was wrong, but he couldn't figure out what was wrong. He just scratched his head and said according to his own thoughts, "There is always something to look forward to in life. Every day Look at the sky, look at the ground, eat something delicious, and walk around, it's better than nothing."

"Tsk, stupid people have stupid blessings."

Sister Hong was too lazy to talk to single-celled organisms like Zheng Haichuan, and waved away people, "If you're not sick, hurry home and eat and drink, and take your little boy away."

Zheng Jiahe stayed in the stairwell as usual, doodling and drawing, reading and writing. Hearing this, he hurriedly packed his small books into his backpack.At the same time, Miss Zhang, a sanitation worker living on the 5th floor, was walking into the iron gate of the old building from the outside with a large black bag.

"Yo, why are you all crowded here?"

Sister Zhang is almost sixty, her temples are gray, but she is in good spirits. She greets Da Chuan, "I'm home from get off work, what are you going to cook today?"

"Stir-fried twice-cooked pork." Zheng Haichuan shook the bag of meat in his hand, leading Zheng Jiahe and Sister Zhang, who came out of the stairwell, up the stairs together, and turned around to say hello to Sister Hong, "Hong Sister, thank you for today too! Let’s go up first.”

"Hurry up and get out." Sister Hong was still working, without raising her head, her tone seemed to be chasing flies.

Sister Zhang was watching from the sidelines, and she didn't say a word from the beginning to the end, until she reached the second floor, she tugged on Zheng Haichuan's clothes, and whispered to Zheng Haichuan, "Don't let your seedlings come into contact with her! "

It stands to reason that everyone is a neighbor in the same building who can't see up and down. They should have become friends after living here for so many years.But Sister Zhang seemed to dislike Sister Hong very much, and the two of them didn't say hello very much on weekdays.

"Ah?" Zheng Haichuan reacted for a while before he realized who the 'she' Sister Zhang was talking about was unclear, so he said, "Why? Sister Hong is pretty good."

"Hey!" Sister Zhang stomped her feet, walked up two more steps, and whispered in Zheng Haichuan's ear, "She used to be confused with many men! She has already contracted that disease !"

Seeing Zheng Haichuan's bewildered expression, Zhang Dajie stomped her feet anxiously, and gestured to a certain part of her body: "Oh, that's the kind of disease!"

"If I hadn't seen that I was a fellow villager, I wouldn't have told you this!" She persuaded Zheng Haichuan earnestly: "You, don't let everyone think it's good. She is old and has no market now, but she used to play That's a flower! The men who bring it back to the house every day are not the same!""

Sister Zhang glanced downstairs with a disdainful expression on her face, and said, "I just heard you say that Xiao Hemiao was sick, so I thought of reminding you. Although she said that she was cured in the hospital, But who knows if it's contagious! The little baby has weak resistance, so don't be careless!"

Although Zheng Haichuan has never experienced that kind of thing, the village in this city is full of fish and dragons. Sometimes when he comes back late, he can see sporadic young girls in cool clothes in the dark alleys.And on a construction site full of men, people would chat about this matter while they were resting and joking around.

Zheng Haichuan knows that there are places where not only hair and feet can be washed, but also physical problems can be paid for. He also heard that those places are very messy, and it is easy to catch some unclean diseases.

In the past, some workers urged him to try it together, but Zheng Haichuan shook his head in fright and slipped away after get off work.

His father said that although their family is poor, their bones cannot be crooked.A man would have to ask for a wife to take responsibility. If he doesn't get a wife, he can't just bully other girls!

But Zheng Haichuan didn't expect that Sister Hong had contracted that kind of disease?

His expression was so shocked that he couldn't even speak for a while, it was Xiao Hemiao who saw that his uncle hadn't gone upstairs, so he tugged at his arm.

"Well, Sister Zhang, thank you." Zheng Haichuan didn't know what to say for a while, so he just bit the bullet and said thank you, and then explained for Sister Hong, "My little Hemiao fell down before, and she fell down with me. Miss Hong is fine."

"Okay, as long as you know it yourself." Seeing that she had achieved her goal, Sister Zhang waved goodbye to Zheng Haichuan and walked upstairs.Before leaving, he turned his head and added: "We are all neighbors, and I don't want to be a bad person! Just know it yourself, don't spread it randomly."

"Oh, don't worry!" Zheng Haichuan quickly assured.

Watching Sister Zhang go up to the fourth floor, the uncle and nephew also walked to the door of their own house on the third floor.Only then did Zheng Jiahe ask in a dazed manner, "Dad Yao, what's the matter with Aunt Hong? Is she sick too?"

"Uh," Zheng Haichuan didn't know what problems Hongjie's body had before, he just patted his little nephew's head, "Xiao Hemiao, how is Aunt Hong treating you?"

"Yeah, that's great!"

Although Zheng Jiahe is young, he is the governor at heart.He had seen various people's attitudes towards him when he was very young. Although Aunt Hong looked fierce, she had never really been cruel to him, and she always gave him delicious food.

"That's right." Zheng Haichuan has never brought a child before, so he can only try his best to break up what he thinks is correct and teach his nephew: "We can't inquire about other people's privacy casually. Well, you can treat privacy as something Aunt Hong’s physical condition is also the same for things that others haven’t shown us. She didn’t tell us, so we shouldn’t ask, do you understand?”

"Oh..." Zheng Jiahe nodded half-understood, "Then what if she said it?"

"Ah?" Zheng Haichuan looked at his nephew, thinking he was lying, "What did she tell you?"

"Hmm..." Zheng Jiahe tugged at the strap of his schoolbag—it was also sewn for him by Aunt Hong—and then recalled what Aunt Hong said to his father, "Aunt Hong said...she can't I have a baby. She said that if I called her Auntie, it was round, and she took care of me as a baby."

"Yao Dad, why can't Aunt Hong have a baby?"

In the eyes of a little child, there is only immature cleanliness, and sincere liking for a person who treats him well.

"because……"

Zheng Haichuan probably guessed that it might be related to Aunt Hong's previous illness, but he couldn't tell the reason, he just felt a little dull and sad.

At the same time, unhurried footsteps and another indifferent voice came from the corridor.With subtle emotions in that voice, he said something so simple that a child could understand it——

"Because she doesn't have the tools to give birth. It's like you can't do your homework without a pen."