The hero ran away with the scum [Quick Transmigration]

The decoration of the Nanjia small building is very old-fashioned, especially the room where Ning Zhi lives temporarily. It has a classic beauty and a touch of modern style in the classic.

The best thing is the escalator by the door...

Ningzhi put down his suitcase and walked up the stairs. When he came to the end, he found that the escalator was actually connected to the attic above. A screen divides the attic into two pieces.

One is used as a study, and the other is used for rest and leisure.

Just one glance at Ningzhi can tell that the owner put a lot of effort into arranging it.

He walked to the desk, which was very clean, except for a photo frame.

Looking at the two women in the photo, he picked them up and looked at them carefully. Their eyebrows and eyes are very similar, so that people can tell they are sisters at a glance.

The woman on the left resembles Nan's mother, but she is much thinner, wearing a patched shirt with braids, and smiling a bit cautiously; the girl on the right is exactly like Ji's mother, but it's just her face A little young, she held the wrist of the woman on the left, smiling brightly.

There is also a picture of this photo in Ji's mother's study room. You don't need to guess that it is Nan's mother Qin Kun and Ji's mother Qin Yao.

Qin Yao is very busy and may not come here all year round.

But this room was kept very clean and tidy. If Qin Kun was really a vampire who only knew how to suck his sister's blood, he would definitely not be able to do this.

Ning Zhi put down the photo frame and walked to the side of the screen behind the screen. There was a window directly opposite the window. With the light curtains opened, one could overlook the entire town, especially the Huo family next door...

However, there was no one in Huo's house for the time being, and he didn't have the heart to wait for Huo Yijun to come back. Seeing that they were about the same size, he went downstairs and took out his clothes from the suitcase to take a shower.

When I got out of the bathroom, I realized that I hadn't looked at the appearance of this body carefully.He turned around and went back to the washstand. In the mirror, the young man had red lips, white teeth, and picturesque eyebrows. If he put on a white shirt, he would look like a prince who came out of a cartoon, with everything exquisite and perfect.

No wonder Ji Yao in the storybook was able to deceive Ai Chunhua. With such a face and the aristocratic temperament cultivated over the years, it is too easy to deceive a little girl who doesn't know much.

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When Ning Zhi went downstairs, Nan's mother had already prepared the food.

The categories are not rich, and they are not as exquisite as Ji's nanny, but they have a special flavor.

Nan's family is not happy about food and sleep, but during the meal, Nan Shan just eats with his head down. Nan's mother looks normal, but every time Ning Zhi picks up a dish, she will secretly observe Ning Zhi's expression and see that he is relaxed , Occasionally stretched his brows, and the hanging heart slowly relaxed.

Once a person relaxes, he can't help but want to talk.

She took a piece of fish with her serving chopsticks and gave it to Ning Zhi, and said, "Little darling, you just came to our house, you should rest for a few days, just in time for your cousin to take you out for fun. Not too late."

If you put this in Ji Yao's ears, she might feel that Auntie is uneasy and kind.

After all, now is the most critical moment in the third year of high school. Nan's mother asked Nanshan to take him out to play, not to mention urging him to go to school. Isn't this deliberately delaying his study? !

Ning Zhi didn't think so, he looked up at Nan's mother, and said seriously: "Now is the sprint stage of the third year of high school, and I can't afford to delay it for a day."

These words are more in line with Ji Yao's character, but Ningzhi felt that treating an elder like this seemed a bit ruthless, so he said again: "Auntie, I know you are worried about me and afraid that I won't get used to it. I have intentionally cultivated my independence from the very beginning. It doesn’t count if I have a teacher in the summer camp in elementary school. I have the experience of going out to participate in competitions with my classmates in junior high school. When I was in high school, I can fly alone to visit my uncle abroad and travel by myself. , Before the transfer procedures were completed, I would read books at home and review my homework."

After listening to these words, Nan's mother was relieved but also a little sad.

Her nephew is sensible, and she thinks her younger sister taught her well, but she is so sensible that it makes people feel distressed.

Mama Nan's emotional changes fell into Ning Zhi's eyes, he lowered his head with a guilty conscience, took two sips of soup to suppress his shock!

Mother Nan's filter for Ji Yao's family is too thick, so no matter what he said, she will magnify it ten times in her heart to beautify it...

He'd better stop talking and drink the soup.

Nanshan, who had been neglected all this time, looked at his cousin, and then at the distress in his mother's eyes...

Forget it, let's eat quietly, my mother's heart is naturally biased, and I can't get it back.

Today's crucian carp is cooked well, fresh and tender, no wonder my cousin's chopsticks keep falling on this dish, no, he has to act first.

The meal ended in a fight between the two cousins.

After the meal, Ning Zhi drank the milk prepared by Nan's mother, drove away Nan Shan who wanted to have a long talk with him all night, went up to the attic, and waited for the people next door to come home.

When Huo Yijun came back, the lights in the whole town were turned off.

He pushed open the courtyard door, and dragged his tired body into the courtyard. There were lights on in the living room, and a dim yellow halo projected through the open gate into the courtyard, like a ball of bright lights guiding him.

He stood there, staring blankly at the lamp that his grandfather had left for him in a daze. As he watched, his nose suddenly became sour, and his eyes were instantly clouded with mist. The emotions in the bottom of my heart immediately turned into grievances.

too bitter.

The pain in his body was nothing compared to the pain in his heart.

He lost his father and mother when he was young, his mother was the murderer of his father, the accusations from his relatives and the strange eyes of others, and the anger and beatings of Mrs. Huo made him grow up overnight, who was once naive and ignorant.

It was not easy to be brought back by grandpa, but Mrs. Huo came to the door from time to time to roll and ask for living expenses, and even insulted grandpa, so that the once talkative and cheerful old man gradually became the taciturn appearance now.

Does he hate Mrs. Huo?

It must be hated. If you don't hate, you won't even want to call grandma.

But he has no right to blame Mrs. Huo. After all, it was his mother who killed Mrs. Huo's son. So over the years, no matter how old Mrs. Huo came to insult her, or every time she went to visit her, she must Accepting the baptism of the stick, he could only suffer in silence.

But that was before, last night, he cleared out an iron box from his mother's old things. Inside the iron box was a yellowed diary, which recorded the process of his mother's psychological changes in detail.

Huo Yijun swallowed his tears, endured the pain and hunger on his body and walked into the house.

The door was wide open, and a pungent smell of smoke came over his face. He frowned, and just about to say something, suddenly an old voice came from the balcony in front of him, "I'm back, the meal is on the coal stove, go early after eating sleep."

Huo Yijun followed the prestige, and saw his grandfather sitting on the balcony with his back facing him. The acrid smell of smoke drifted into the room with the evening wind and entered his nose. He couldn't help but said: "Smoking less, your body will You know what's going on."

Mr. Jiang didn't answer, and the only sound in the silent night was his "ba da ba da" smoking pipe.

Huo Yijun didn't say anything else. He walked into the kitchen clutching his shriveled stomach. White smoke was rising from the aluminum steamer on the coal stove. When he opened the lid, he saw a bowl of corn stewed ribs soup, a bowl of braised pork and A fish that didn't move at all, the tears that had been endured all the way collapsed in an instant.

The water mist quickly blurred his vision, gathering into tears and pouring out of his eyes.

The conditions at home are not good, and I haven't seen meat for a long time.

Not long after his parents died, Mrs. Huo took him to grandpa's house to make a fuss and offered 50 in compensation.

In the years when the per capita income was around 50, [-] was really a huge amount of money, especially in such a small town.

Grandpa is an upright and kind person, and he always felt that it was his fault that he didn't teach his daughter well, which caused her to make an irreversible mistake, and made Mrs. Huo have white hair and give her black hair, so he agreed Mrs. Huo's lion opened his mouth wide, and first compensated her a sum of money, and paid the rest on a monthly basis.

At that time, my grandfather was an elementary school teacher with a salary in the early thousand. After removing the daily expenses, he could still save a sum of money. However, since he got this debt, his life has gradually become more difficult.

Grandpa lost money so readily. Apart from being ashamed of Mrs. Huo, he also selfishly hoped that Mrs. Huo would treat the children left behind by her daughter better.

But what grandpa didn't expect was that he still underestimated Mrs. Huo's hatred.

When he came to visit his grandson once, he happened to see Mrs. Huo beating his grandson with a bamboo stick.

The always good-tempered grandfather finally got angry. He lost his temper and said that he wanted to take away his grandson, but the old lady disagreed, so he threatened the old lady Huo, saying that if he refused to let him go, he would rather go to jail and not pay compensation.

Is Mrs. Huo easy to provoke?

Grandpa took him away with a tough attitude. The consequence of taking him away was that others poked him in the back and scolded him, saying that his Jiang family was wicked and smoked. His daughter killed Widow Huo's only son. It can be seen that the roots are black, no wonder her daughter is a murderer, maybe Jiang Wensi taught her.

There are also people who say that such a person is not worthy of raising children, so what if he ruins his own child...

Rumors spread to the ears of the school leaders. At first, the school leaders only reminded the grandfather to pay attention to the image of the people's teacher, but when the parents approached the colonel leader, the grandfather was forced to retire early.

Grandpa has been respected for most of his life, when was he insulted like this?

Therefore, he was hit hard, and since then he has been depressed, and he has never set foot in Zhuqing Town again, but he is asked to send money to Mrs. Huo every month.

What will happen to grandchildren?

In the past, Huo Yijun felt that his grandfather was unclear, but tonight's sumptuous dinner made him understand that his grandfather's heart is actually more open than anyone else's, but there are too many last resorts and difficulties in life.

Besides, even if grandpa knows, he doesn't blame grandpa, and understands grandpa's helplessness.

And if there was no grandfather back then, he couldn't even imagine what he would have looked like.

He ate the braised pork with tears in his eyes.

The braised pork is mostly fatty, and it tastes a little greasy. Grandpa is old and has a bad stomach, so it is not suitable for him. As for the pork rib soup and fish, he did not move, thinking that he will save it for his grandpa to eat when he wakes up tomorrow morning.

Huo Yijun walked out of the kitchen after washing the dishes, and found that his grandfather had disappeared from the balcony and living room, but when he was tidying up the living room, he found a red ticket on the table.His eyes were hot again, and he looked up at the opposite room.

The door of the room was closed tightly, and he could vaguely hear coughing from inside. He walked outside the door worriedly, raised his hand to knock on the door, but then thought of something, the hand he just raised slowly dropped down, squeezed Wiping away tears with the money in his hand, he turned and went back to the room.

The author has something to say: The next chapter should be able to write about the first meeting of the two written in the copy? ? !