Let you be a great man, not a scumbag

Seeing this, Zhao An Ning also stopped and walked to the aunt, smiling ingratiatingly and said, "Okay, Xiaoli, I was wrong, don't be angry."

When the aunt heard this, her expression softened a little, but she still snorted and said angrily: "If you dare to say that to me again next time, I will really beat you up!"

Zhao Anning nodded and agreed immediately, with a very sincere attitude, then took her hand and said gently: "Are you tired? I'll hold your hand."

The old lady seemed a little embarrassed, but still let Zhao An Ning hold her hand.

The old lady was half-heartedly helped by Zhao An Ning to sit on the stone bench next to her.

The two of them sat there, and Zhao An Ning continued to chat with the old lady to relieve her boredom, making her laugh out loud, with a happy smile on her face.

It feels like a twilight romance.

After witnessing this scene, Jiang Cheng finally understood what Chen Ping meant.

He couldn't help but give Zhao An Ning a thumbs up.

Awesome, your uncle is your uncle.

Seeing Zhao An Ning's completely different state from before, Jiang Cheng didn't think there was anything wrong.

In life, whether you are honest or a rogue, there is no absolute right or wrong.

Everyone has the right to choose the lifestyle they want without being bound by fixed moral standards.

Although he was a bit of a scumbag, Jiang Cheng felt that he had nothing much to say about this issue.

Jiang Cheng nodded and said sincerely: "This is good, this is the life of a normal person."

Seeing that Chen Ping seemed to not understand what he meant.

Jiang Cheng said again: "It seems that it is very lively here. It would be good not to live like an ascetic like before. Don't tell him that I have been here. I'm leaving first."

Seeing that Jiang Cheng misunderstood, Chen Ping immediately explained, "This... Young Master Jiang, I think you must have misunderstood."

At this moment, Zhao An Ning and the aunt seemed to have an argument.

"Why don't you let me call my daughter? I want to talk to her." The aunt said excitedly, her voice unconsciously rising a few decibels.

Zhao An Ning quickly took the old lady's hand and comforted her softly.

"Don't be so anxious! Look, your daughter is so busy at work, and she finally has a lunch break to rest. If you call her now, you will disturb her. Can't you wait until she gets home from get off work in the evening and have a good chat with her? You don't want her to be too tired, do you?"

After hearing this, the aunt's originally excited expression gradually calmed down.

But there was still some reluctance on her face: "Okay, I'll call her again in the evening, but I miss her so much..." As she spoke, the aunt's eyes turned slightly red and tears welled up in her eyes.

Zhao Anning patted the old lady on the shoulder and comforted her, "I understand how you feel. Don't worry, your daughter must miss you too. How about this, you should be patient for a while, and give her a surprise in the evening. Tell her that you've been thinking about her. She will definitely be very touched."

The aunt nodded, wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, and sighed: "Well, okay, then I'll call my son now..."

Zhao Anning quickly stopped the old lady and advised, "Don't call me, young people have their own lives, they need some private space. If you keep calling him, he won't have time to find a girlfriend."

When the aunt heard this, she felt that what Zhao An Ning said made sense, so she nodded and said, "Well, you are right, how could I have forgotten about this matter? Yes, finding a girlfriend is more important."

Zhao An Ning smiled and continued, "How about we take a break now and help wash vegetables and cook together? This way we won't be bored and can help everyone."

The aunt readily agreed: "Sure, let's go and help."

Chen Ping looked in Zhao An Ning's direction and said, "Young Master Jiang, at first I also thought that Mr. Zhao was a playboy... he was quite amorous, but later I learned more about him and realized that he was actually doing it on purpose and was only special to these two aunts."

Looking at Mr. Zhao who was making the old lady laugh not far away, Jiang Cheng showed a puzzled look on his face.

Puzzled, he asked, "There doesn't seem to be anything special about these two aunties. The one just now seemed to have a weak leg and looked a little lame?"

Chen Ping nodded.

"Both of these women are suffering from post-traumatic stress disorder."

Jiang Cheng frowned when he heard this.

“Is this a mental illness?”

Chen Ping nodded. "The lame one's husband was also a soldier. She worked in the logistics department at the time. She saw her husband being killed in the explosion. She was traumatized. Her leg was also injured during the rescue operation. She has a chronic disease. She has no children and her life is very difficult."

"Although our troops have been taking care of her, she still occasionally gets sick. When she gets sick, she always mistakes others for her lover. After Mr. Zhao found out, they often pretend to be her lover."

These words made Jiang Cheng's expression become surprised again.

He really didn't expect that things would take such a turn.

Chen Ping then said: "In fact, most of the elderly people who help here are retired veterans. Most of these people have a sad past, including this aunt in front of me. Although she works efficiently, she is always weird sometimes, especially when she stops, she always holds her mobile phone and talks to herself while making phone calls with her family. But in fact, her son died in the war, and her daughter also died..."

Hearing this, Jiang Cheng felt a great shock.

I suddenly felt that my vision was too narrow.

At first, he really thought that Mr. Zhao was a scumbag just like himself.

"So Mr. Zhao..." Jiang Cheng asked softly, his eyes falling on Mr. Zhao who was chatting with the aunts not far away.

Chen Ping nodded: "Maybe he just couldn't bear to see the two of them immersed in the sadness of the past, so he often made them happy."

Looking at Mr. Zhao not far away, Jiang Cheng's footsteps suddenly became heavy.

Suddenly he waved at Chen Ping, indicating him not to disturb him, and then turned and left.

Jiang Cheng walked while thinking about everything Chen Ping said.

The world was far more complicated than he had imagined.

Everyone has their own story and pain, which is often hidden beneath the surface.

If Chen Ping hadn't told me, I could only see the surface phenomena.

After following Jiang Cheng out of the kitchen, Chen Ping asked in confusion: "Mr. Jiang, aren't you looking for him?"

Jiang Cheng shook his head: "Has Mr. Zhao been to the welfare home recently?"

Chen Ping nodded, and then answered truthfully.

"He doesn't go there every day. After all, this place is special and he can't go out every day. But whenever he can go out, he will still go. Yesterday, the subsidy for last month and the red envelope for the new year were distributed. As far as I know, Mr. Zhao donated all of them as before."

Chen Ping's words reminded Jiang Cheng of the image of Old Zhao standing at the door of the welfare home, bending over and holding a garbage bag.

This world is really full of wonders.

Some people commit many evil deeds and pursue power and wealth by any means necessary.

But some people give silently, with a heart as kind as Buddha, and great love without words.