Epigenetic

Before adapting to this new environment, Zhu Weixing's attention was caught by a commotion.

There were sounds of smashing and smashing things ahead, accompanied by a few loud shouts and curses from time to time.MSI and the hawker customers around showed their concern. Through the crowds of people, he saw two people confronting each other, one side seemed to be the stall owner, and the other side were a few young boys.

The sound just now was the sound of the stall owner being beaten to the ground, his stall was lifted, and the live fish and shrimps struggling and bouncing all over the place were bustling.The stall owner's friend wanted to help, but a boy with blue hair picked up a small fishing net from the ground and slapped it on the head.

The peddlers whispered and did not dare to discuss loudly. Aunt Jiao also pulled Zhu Weixing back, and reprimanded lightly in her mouth: "Ah yo...how come it's Jiang Yi and the others..."

Aunt Jiao is very thin, and her voice is not high, a casual remark should be drowned out in such a chaotic place.But one of the group of young boys turned his head and looked here as if aware of it.

He was standing next to the blue-haired boy. He was half a head taller than the people around him. He was wearing a black T-shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his shoulders indiscriminately, revealing his strong arms. His clothes were scribbled, but because of his straight body, he poked too much in the crowd conspicuous.

Unlike Lan Mao and the others who had a fierce look on their faces, he had no expression on his face. He put one hand in his pocket casually and ate a piece of watermelon with the other.Turning his head, his gaze landed on Aunt Jiao, looking at the middle-aged woman, and then at Zhu Weixing, his eyelids stretched and narrowed, he stared lightly for a few seconds, then turned back.

It was so fast that Zhu Weixing didn't see his face very clearly, but the moment he met that gaze, his scalp hurt, the familiar dizziness struck, and the sky was full of darkness.

Aunt Jiao was also frightened by the boy's ordinary look, she stretched out her hand to comfort her heart, but when she came back to her senses, she found Wei Xing stumbling around her.

"What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell again?" Aunt Jiao hurriedly helped her up.

MSI closed his eyes tightly, feeling the world was churning and spinning, he covered his forehead and exhaled forcefully to endure the intense weightlessness without falling down.

"...Dizzy for a while." Zhu Weixing grabbed Aunt Jiao's hand to regain her balance.

"Aunt Jiao was negligent, let's go back to rest quickly, you can't stand outside for a long time, it's too hot today." Aunt Jiao fanned MSI with her hand, stopped looking at the troublesome place, and pushed MSI forward.

"The place here is small and there are many people. There will be some conflicts every few days. It's not a big deal. Let's stay away from those who are not easy to provoke. MSI is not afraid."

Aunt Jiao explained while leading him, Zhu Weixing is now a child who has no self-protection ability in her eyes, obedient and quiet, has no memory of bad health, and even speaks softly when talking to him.

Carefully avoiding those stalls, the two walked into the antelope.

These are all old houses from the 90s and 50s, some of which can be traced back to [-] to [-] years ago. There used to be an old Shikumen building on the original site, which was later pushed and rebuilt into an apartment building. It has become a product eliminated by the times, leaving only the dross.

A long and thin road, all over the residents, the lighting in the house is very poor, the corridor is low, and the narrow doorway looks in, every house is dark, and a head pops out from somewhere suddenly, and it becomes alive humanlike.

Today is a rest day, there should be quite a lot of people in the alley, but the weather is hot, and most of the residents stay at home to escape the heat, Aunt Jiao led Zhu Weixing halfway before being stopped to say hello.

"Grandma Longlong, where did you come from?"

Zhu Weixing looked around and saw a few middle-aged women who were picking vegetables sitting under the small shed built illegally at the corner, talking to Aunt Jiao.MSI heard from Aunt Jiao that she has a grandson named Longlong, and "Grandma Longlong" is called Aunt Jiao.

"Aunt Song," Aunt Jiao stopped to greet them, "I'll pick up MSI and leave the hospital."

"Ah, I'm finally out of the hospital," an auntie looked at Zhu Weixing presumptuously while holding a handful of celery.The alley is just such a small place, you can't see it when you look up, and you can see it when you look down. Even if this incident happened to the Zhu family, even if it could be kept from the neighbors in the first few days, it should have been known for more than a month.

"He's recovering pretty well, but the medical skills in the Central Hospital are different." Someone stared at the fresh scar on Zhu Weixing's head and sighed.

"That's not it, a famous big hospital in the country, how many people go there every day, and the hospital bill for more than a month must be [-] to [-]." Aunt Song looked at Zhu Weixing's face, then looked at his gaudy clothes, and said to T The half-naked woman on the shirt frowned and rattled the celery in her hand.

"[-] to [-] is not enough, just his...this injury, at least one hundred thousand. Money is not counted, the central hospital is so tight, my uncle had a stroke and sent us there to be full, forcing us to transfer, I wish grandma can let her grandson live for more than a month this time, she has a lot of skills." A well-informed analysis.

"Isn't it? I wish my grandma a great old lady. Otherwise, I wish her all the rent of the land in his hometown in the country after grandpa's death. I think she has a thick bottom of the box." Aunt Song said slowly.

Aunt Jiao couldn't help interjecting: "No, there is no rent on that land, and Grandma Zhu has no money either."

"If she has no money, she can go to the countryside to pay for her grandson's hospitalization expenses? Rich people say they have no money," Aunt Song smiled softly as she peeled broad beans, and looked up at Zhu Weixing, who had been silent all this time, "Mixing, do you remember?" Don’t remember? When you were a child, you used to tell people everywhere, ‘My grandpa’s family is a big landlord! You are not allowed to bully me!’ No one believed you before, but now everyone does.”

"His grandfather died long ago, and all the money was given to relatives in his hometown, and nothing was left to Grandma Zhu." Aunt Jiao said again, her tone a little harder than before.

Seeing that Aunt Jiao was in a hurry, several women and aunts hurriedly laughed: "Just joking, we are just happy to see that MSI is back. Last month, there were rumors in the alley that he was seriously injured. We were also scared." It's not easy, I'm really afraid that Xiaomeng will come again, I'm fine now, if I survive a catastrophe, there will be future blessings!"

"Yes, yes," Aunt Chen beside Aunt Song turned to MSI and put on a serious face, "We are praising your grandma for being capable, MSI, don't blame the old aunt for being talkative, you have been quick-witted since you were a child, after reading You don’t go home every day in college, but your grandma is getting old, and you still have to worry about your brother, you have to think about her, come back this time, don’t keep running out, messing with those..."

The second half of the sentence was interrupted by Aunt Song's elbow, and Aunt Chen realized that she was talking too much, so she shut up embarrassingly.

Aunt Song quickly changed the subject: "Sister-in-law Chen, ask Xiao Lu if he still plays mahjong in the afternoon?"

Mrs. Chen climbed up: "I just asked, and she said no more fights. There are fights on the street. She is worried that if the police are brought over, they will rush into our mahjong parlor."

"Fighting again? Who is it?" Aunt Song asked casually.

"Who else could it be, that little bandit of the Jiang family! Xiao Lu sent me a message saying that he saw that he had demolished all the stalls selling shrimp. It's too harsh."

As soon as Mrs. Chen exited, Aunt Song's elbow flew faster than before.

"Keep down! If he hears you, you're going to die!"

Seeing that they changed the subject, Aunt Jiao didn't say goodbye, and hurriedly wished Weixing to leave, even standing a little pale.

Zhu Weixing moved a few steps and could still hear the voices of the aunts breaking their mouths behind her.

"No wonder I saw the little bandit go out aggressively with someone."

"Because Xiangxue came back two days ago, every time this old lady Jiang Yi came back, he didn't like to stay at home, and ran out desperately, very angry, whoever hit him with a gun would be unlucky."

"Which day is he not angry? I usually don't dare to walk in front of him. He is so good-looking and energetic. When he stares at you, he can scare people to death."

"You old woman is afraid of what he is. Last time I saw the black beard in Building No. [-], he was released from the building last year. He didn't even dare to fart when he met this little bandit."

"Oh, why are all the children in our alley so worried..."

The sound of discussion faded away, the sweat on Wei Xing's forehead slid down his temples, he stretched out his hand to wipe it gently, and tried his best to record the path he had traveled in his chaotic vision.

After a few minutes, I finally followed Aunt Jiao into the corridor of the penultimate building.MSI looked up at the house number, it was Building No. [-] in Lingjiali.

"Slow down, it's dark here. The sensor light in your building has been broken for a long time and hasn't been repaired. Remember to take a photo with your phone when you come out at night." Aunt Jiao urged.

Zhu Weixing said "um", but shifted her body to the other side without any trace, and gave up the end leaning on the armrest to Aunt Jiao, and walked to the outside by herself.The corridor is not only dark, but also full of sundries, Zhu Weixing reluctantly went up by touching all kinds of garbage along the way.The building is very short, only four floors, and Zhu's family lived on the highest floor, the innermost room.

A long corridor runs through seven or eight families. The railings on the side of the corridor are only half the height of a person. They are made of stone. Clothes can be dried outside. It can be regarded as an aisle or a balcony.Zhu’s house is 401 in Building [-]. I don’t know if I know that Zhu Weixing is coming back. The door is half open, and the shoes at the door are neatly arranged, big and small. Weixing recognized one of the pairs that Zhu’s grandma wore on a rainy night last time. The black cloth shoes have now been washed clean.

The room was half-lit, Zhu Weixing approached and saw the pattern inside clearly.

Next to the door is the kitchen, and a very low folding table is placed outside the stove as a dining table. There are two bedrooms inside, a large bedroom with a table and chairs, bunk beds, a wardrobe, a computer on the table, and a TV in front of the bed. Although it is crowded, it has all internal organs. It is obviously Zhu Weixing and his brother's room.

And that small room had no other furniture except a single wooden bed, a large wooden box, and a wooden square stool. It was Grandma Zhu's room.

At the moment, there was a lot of silver foil paper piled up on the wooden bench, and Grandma Zhu was sitting by the bed, folding paper money seriously with her head bowed.Hearing footsteps by the door, the old lady raised her head, looked at Aunt Jiao, then at Zhu Weixing, her serious expression remained unchanged.

But in Zhu Weixing's eyes, she is no longer as cold and harsh as when she first met.

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Gong also appeared on the stage, Gong Shou is currently in a poor state