Evening, 8 pm.
The stars were shining brightly, and the moon was shining brightly.
Dong Xuebing looked at Qu Yunxuan's silver Mercedes-Benz and turned around. He lit a cigarette and returned to the estate.
First floor …
Second floor …
Third floor …
Just when Dong Xuebing was about to open Aunt Xuan's door, he suddenly made a sound. He turned to look at the house he and his mother had lived in for 4 to 5 years. There was light coming from under the door, and there seemed to be someone inside. Dong Xuebing was alarmed. His first thought was a burglar. He immediately looked through his keys and found his own house key. He pushed the key into the door and opened the security door. He quickly opened the wooden door and entered the house.
"Who is it?!" A woman's voice came from inside the house.
Dong Xuebing heard this voice. He had heard this voice all his life and was familiar with it. "Mum? Why are you back in Beijing? "
"Xiao Bing?" Luan Xiaoping walked out of the kitchen with a broom. "Why are you back?"
"I've been here since yesterday. I'm on a business trip to Beijing."
"Why didn't you call me first?" Luan Xiaoping looked at Dong Xuebing. "You gave me a fright. I thought a burglar had come in."
"You gave me a fright? No wonder the lights are still on."
"Sit down and stop moving around. I had just wiped the floor, and there are footprints all over it."
Dong Xuebing laughed. "What's wrong? Why are you back in Beijing if you have nothing to do? "
Luan Xiaoping went to the bathroom to get a mop and used it to wipe the footprints. "Tomorrow is Sunday. Old Yang is resting, and he said he wants to visit my old place in Beijing. He wants to visit us, and that's why I came back earlier to tidy up the house and buy some groceries. This house is empty for more than a year, and how can he come if we don't tidy it up? Look at this dirty house. Lift up your feet. "
Dong Xuebing lifted his legs from the sofa. "Old Yang is coming over? What do you mean? "
Luan Xiaoping used a mop to wipe the floor. "I am just taking a look around."
"Forget it. What's so nice about this small house? Mum, are you two going to register your marriage? "
Luan Xiaoping blushed and replied, "Yes, but it's not decided yet."
Dong Xuebing snorted. "You had been to their house, and Old Yang is coming to our house. This is just a formality. How is this still not decided? "
Luan Xiaoping looked at Dong Xuebing. "You are smart. Go and change your slippers and help me clean the windows. I am too short to reach."
"Oh, I'm tired here." Dong Xuebing mumbled to himself. He rubbed his waist and wiped the windows unwillingly. He said: "It's raining and your mother is getting married. I finally understand how you feel."
Luan Xiaoping, who was in the living room, asked. "What are you talking about?"
"Ahem, it's nothing. I just said that my mother is getting more and more beautiful."
Ring, ring, ring, ring. At this time, the phone rang. It was his mother's phone.
Dong Xuebing turned around and saw his mother wiping her hands and picking up her phone. She clicked on the screen and held the phone to her ear. "Hello, I'm Luan Xiaoping … Oh, Zhaojuan … Yes … Yes … What's wrong? You and Aunty are coming over tomorrow? Okay, okay … Welcome, of course you're welcome … Then you'll be coming with Old Yang … Okay, then, then I'll pick you up … "
After his mother hangs up, Dong Xuebing asked. "Who is coming?"
Luan Xiaoping replied. "Old Yang's younger sister, Yang Zhaojuan, and mother."
"Yang Zhaojuan? Su Jia's mother? The one I met before? "Dong Xuebing could not remember.
"No." Luan Xiaoping replied. "The one you met at the Party Committee Quarters is Yang Zhaofen, and Zhaojuan is Old Yang's youngest sister. You have not met her before."
"Oh, why are they coming over?"
Luan Xiaoping paused for a second and sighed. "I don't know."
Suddenly, Dong Xuebing noticed his mother's phone on the coffee table was still lit up. He frowned and quickly walks over to pick it up. "Why are you not hanging up?"
Luan Xiaoping paused for a second. "I don't know how to use a mobile phone. Hurry up and hang up."
"Wait … I forgot to hang up too. There's a sound."
"What are you doing? Stop fooling around."
"Shh … Don't talk."
Dong Xuebing could not hear the voice clearly, but he could still hear the words "Luan Xiaoping." He blinked and pressed on the speaker. The voice was amplified several times.
"Anyway, we will wake up early tomorrow." This woman should be Yang Zhaojuan.
"How about you follow me? My legs are not well, and I don't want to move." This should be Grandma Yang's voice. Her voice is hoarse and should be quite old.
"Mum, how can you not go? You have to check on my brother. "
"It's not like I have not met Xiaoping before."
"What do you think of her?"
"She is so-so. Sigh … she is not very attractive."
"That's right. My brother is infatuated with her and cannot see many things clearly. If our family does not help him, what if he gets into trouble in the future? When I called my brother yesterday, I heard that he was going to get a marriage certificate with her. I really don't know what's so good about Luan Xiaoping. She looks average, dresses average, doesn't have any taste, and doesn't have a good temperament. Also, her family is from the countryside. "
Grandma Yang asked. "Isn't she from Beijing?"
"I heard from her that she is from a village in Fen Zhou City. Her ex-boyfriend is from Beijing." Yang Zhaojuan pouted. "How is she good enough for my brother? Their families are not well-matched. "
Suddenly, a man's voice sounded. She didn't know if it was her husband or not. "Didn't Jia say that Xiaoping's son is very rich?"
Yang Zhaojuan replied. "He is just a Street Office Director. How rich can he be?"
"I heard from Xiao Jia that her son drives a good car."
"More than 1 million? How can you call that rich? Let's not talk about anything else. Do you know how much our two houses would be worth if we sold them? At least 2 million. How can driving a good car be considered rich? I heard that Luan Xiaoping's family does not even have a house. In the City, she and her son live in a company's hostel. Luan Xiaoping's place was registered by my brother through his connections. In Beijing, their house is even worse. They only have a one bedroom apartment, and it is even rented. It is not even their own house. In this day and age, without a house, you are nothing. How can you call this rich? Even if we sell our houses, we can still get a few BMWs. "
The man replied. "You are too biased. Don't say this in front of your brother."
Yang Zhaojuan replied. "I am only saying this for my brother's sake. I really don't like Luan Xiaoping. What do you think she has? What is my brother thinking? "
Grandma Yang replied. "If Zhaojuan says so … it is true."
"Am I right?" Yang Zhaojuan replied. "Mom, that's why you have to make the decision on this matter. Otherwise, my brother will regret it in the future. I have a classmate who got divorced last year. She is only in her forties and is pretty. She comes from a good family and has two houses in Beihe Province. One of them is a villa, and her car is also a BMW. Her family is definitely well-off. If you think it is possible, can I introduce her to my brother?"
Grandma Yang replied, "Let me see her photo."
"I brought it with me. Here you are."
"… Oh, this lady is not bad. Forty years old? Forty-something? "
"Forty-one. She is much younger than Luan Xiaoping."
The middle-aged man asked, "Zhaojuan, then why are you still going to Beijing?"
Yang Zhaojuan replied, "We haven't met Xiaoping's family yet, right? Only my sister's family has seen Xiaoping's son. This time, I want to see how their family is so that my brother can give up. Mom, I'm not saying that we can't live without a house, and we're not that snobbish. But if the family conditions are too poor, and they're women from the countryside, there's a big difference in their views. If we don't make an appointment, we won't be able to get along, right? Don't you think so? My brother is the City's Organization Department Head, and if she gets married and goes out with my brother, she will be a laughing stock. "
… …
Dong Xuebing's face turned black and hangs up. F * * k you!
Luan Xiaoping's eyes reddened. She lifted her head and wiped the tears from the corner of her eyes.
Dong Xuebing was furious when he saw his mother crying. "You still dare to look down on me?! I am the one who looks down on you all! Mum! I am not getting married! You can move in with me in the future! I will take care of you for the rest of your life! "
Luan Xiaoping sniffled, and her tears fell even faster.
The more Dong Xuebing thought about it, the angrier he got. He walked around the house with his hands behind his back. "What the hell?! What the hell?! Mum! You knew their families are not willing to marry us? "
"… yes."
"F * * k! I am the one who is not willing! "Dong Xuebing scolded." Who do you think my mother is? Marrying into your family is the merit of your ancestors! You all still don't like her?! You all still think my mother is older than those from the village?! F * * k! Who do you think your family is?! My mother wants to marry into your family is because she thinks highly of you all! You all still want to be picky with me?! I am not getting married! Mum! I am not getting married! "
Dong Xuebing took out his phone and was about to call Yang Zhaode.
Luan Xiaoping ran over to snatch his phone. "Xiao Bing! Stop it! Call me! Don't call me! "
Dong Xuebing replied angrily. "What are you doing?"
"I'm talking to your Uncle Yang, not his family."
"Getting married is a matter between the two families. Old Yang's family is not willing, and you will be bullied even if you marry them!"
"Xiao Bing! Sit down! "Luan Xiaoping is furious and points at Dong Xuebing." You are not listening to me? You have grown up, right? Give me the phone! "
Dong Xuebing looked at his wife and sat down on the sofa. "What the hell are they?! Are they trying to make me angry?! My mother is such a virtuous person, and you all still dislike her?! Are you all blind?! "
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