Kill crazy! The real daughter rushed to rectify the rich family!

The taxi drove into a crowded dock market in Caijia Bay and finally stopped on a slope.

After the passengers got off the taxi, it drove away immediately, as if afraid to stay even a second longer.

The passenger didn't care. She just walked up the slope which was not too steep but very narrow, and only wide enough for two small cars to pass through.

There are low, old bungalows on both sides, and the walls of every house are black. Some people are squatting at the door washing vegetables in basins, some are throwing dead fish into baskets, and some are riding bicycles loaded with seafood and staggering towards the market not far away.

The sound of the car bell spread across the entire slope with difficulty and hoarseness, and disappeared in the blue light of the distant sky.

The passenger looked around absentmindedly while recalling his friend's reply on the phone.

"She didn't live in the house that the Qin family gave her. I sent people to try to move her to another place but she refused. She still lived in her previous home in the slums and built a small flower garden to take care of. My people said that she looked in good spirits, so I didn't care about her anymore."

"Address? No. 406, Xieyang Road, Caijiawan Fishery Pier. It's at the end of a long slope."

Walking along this slope that was littered with garbage and had a dark ground, she finally stopped in front of an iron fence painted dark blue.

The passenger looked up in front of the fence and saw the sign "No. 406 Xieyang Road" and the small flower bed that looked out of place with the long slope.

The hibiscus peeks out from the fence, and behind it are dense green leaves.

The yard was well-kept, and the house inside was no different from the others. The walls were also dilapidated, but through the windows one could see several pots of well-cared-for roses on the windowsill.

A figure was sitting in front of the window, seemingly taking a nap, with a head full of white hair hanging down a little bit, blurred by the light from outside, giving him a warm and weary look of age.

If you don’t know, you might think that there must be a very happy family living here, allowing an old man to take a nap in front of the window in the winter when roses are blooming.

The passenger stared at it for a moment before pressing the bell tied to the fence.

Sizzle~Sizzle~

It sounded like the last scream of a mouse before being electrocuted, and the visitor was so frightened that he could not help but cover his ears.

The old man in front of the window was also awakened with a start.

She looked up and saw the guest outside the door with her sleepy and presbyopic eyes.

Black coat, black pants, black boots, plus a black hat and mask - it looks like the opening of a horror movie.

But the old man saw the eyes hidden under the wide brim of the hat.

It was pitch black, with only a little light in the middle. When she stared at people, it was straight, with a chilling aggression that she herself was unaware of.

Even after many years, she still remembers these eyes clearly.

Then she stood up suddenly from her chair.

The blanket fell from her knees, and another kind of burning sensation that made her whole body heat up ran through her already old and decayed body, making her eyes widen and she almost staggered out the door.

The old man rushed to the fence in a worryingly embarrassed manner, opened the lock tremblingly, and finally saw the eyes more clearly in the daylight, up close.

Those eyes looked down at her, looked her up and down twice, and then uttered the first words calmly from behind the mask: "Long time no see, you have become shorter."

"..."

She glanced at the yard again: "You should have retired a long time ago, but you are still working as a gardener. You really love your work. You are a natural."

Old Gardener:…………………………

Although I don't understand what "牛马" means, I think it's not a good word.

The tongue-tied old man had to stammer and grunt his way past the opening remarks and invited her to come in and sit down, but was rejected.

"I didn't come to see you on purpose. I came to get something."

The hard-hearted guest said: "You said I have a diary with you, right?"

She took her hand out of her pocket and spread it out: "Is it still there? If so, please give it back to me."

The old woman was stunned for a moment, but in her heart she exclaimed, "What a close call!" Fortunately, the man returned the diary to her and let her keep it, otherwise she really would not be able to hand it over now.

"Then wait for me, I'll get it for you."

The old man hurried back and trembled to find something for her.

And this damn guest obviously had no sense of respecting the elderly and loving the young, and he was really waiting there with his hands behind his back.

The wind blew from somewhere, lifting up a few strands of her long hair that couldn't be tucked under her hat, floating past her nose, and also bringing a series of chaotic and cheerful footsteps.

She turned around and saw several children running down the slope, their target was this small flower bed.

When they got closer and saw her, their pace slowed down. They looked at her with doubt and caution as they passed by. Finally, a little girl with dark yellow skin stopped and mustered up the courage to ask her, "Who are you? What do you want from grandma?"

The guest was silent, and dressed in black, which made him look like a bad guy with bad intentions.

Several children were about to run away, but now they turned around and surrounded them.

"Are you here to cheat the old lady out of money? She doesn't have much money."

"There's nothing to steal from her house."

"Grandma is a good person. She definitely won't commit any crime..."

"..."

The guest looked at them talking around her, with a righteous look on their faces as if they were not allowing her to go in and bully the elderly and weak, and suddenly asked, "Are you familiar with her?"

"Of course!"

"Grandma gave us flowers! Let us sell them on the street! We can get a lot of money!"

"There are so many flowers in grandma's house."

"She even knits us gloves in the winter!"

"..."

After the customer heard what they said, he asked, "The money from selling flowers is given to you for free? Aren't you bullying the old and weak? Taking other people's flowers for free? You still have the nerve to say that. Do your parents know about it? What did you do with the money from selling flowers?"

The children immediately blushed and began to stammer.

"I, I didn't do anything bad. I just went to buy a pen and a pencil case."

"I...I went to the market to get goldfish a few times."

"I bought... I went to buy spicy noodles, but I didn't do anything bad."

"I gave it to my mother, and she said she could buy me a scarf this year."

"But my sister said that the adults actually know..."

……

The guest just listened to their chattering indifferently until the old man came out with something in his hand.

Seeing the child in front of the door, she was slightly startled: "Why are you here?"

"Grandma, we passed by here and saw this person standing in front of your door!"

“Is she a liar?”

……

The old man surrounded by the children waved his hands again and again: "Go away, she is grandma's guest, you are not allowed to surround her, go away, go and play by yourselves."

"So grandma, when are we going to come get the flowers next time?"

"The day after tomorrow, the day after tomorrow."

The children then ran away laughing without any worries.

Looking at their backs, the guest said, "You still love to be a pushover."

"I'm not short of money anyway, and I don't have a place to put my flowers, so it's good to give these children more fun," the old man said. "And they don't get paid for nothing. I let them clean the streets as a reward."

"Cleaning?" the guest asked strangely, "It was so dirty all the way here, and this counts as cleaning?"

"It's this way."

The old man pointed upwards and said: "It's flat land outside this side. Going further out is the market. After the market, you can see the sea."

"I usually don't go down there, but occasionally I want to go for a walk on the beach. There are often vendors riding bicycles along the way, and it is inevitable that fish scales and internal organs will be scattered on the ground. I am so old, if I step on them and fall, it will be terrible. With them helping me sweep the floor and pour water every day, I go for walks more often."

The guest looked away, without commenting, and just held out his hand to her: "Where's the stuff?"