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He rubbed his face and sighed: "Guifang, don't worry, I will find some tiles to replace them in the next two days."

"Find time? You always put it off until the last minute." Zhang Guifang grumbled in dissatisfaction as she wiped the water stains in the room. "These days are getting more and more hopeless."

Li Xiangqian felt a pang in his heart, but he didn't say much. He knew that Zhang Guifang was still thinking about her family, even though she complained. It was just that there were too many things going on recently, and everyone's emotions were inevitably a little depressed.

He ate a few mouthfuls of breakfast in a hurry, thinking about going out for some fresh air. As soon as he went out, he ran into his neighbor Liu Guangfu. When Liu Guangfu saw him, he smiled with a gloating smile on his face: "Hey, Xiang Qian, I heard that your roof is leaking again? What god have you offended? You have been hit by bad things one after another."

Li Xiangqian suppressed his unhappiness and forced a smile: "Everyone has bad times, but it will be fine after a while."

Liu Guangfu was not willing to give in: "Don't just say nice things, you should think of a solution quickly. If you continue like this, your house will probably collapse."

These words were harsh, and Li Xiangqian's face suddenly darkened. He was already upset, and now he felt like a stone was blocking his chest. He was too lazy to care about Liu Guangfu anymore, so he turned around and left.

Along the way, he felt more and more aggrieved, and couldn't help muttering in his heart: "This Liu Guangfu is really a dog's mouth that can't spit out ivory. His life is not much better, and he always likes to laugh at others."

When Li Xiangqian arrived at the market, he wanted to buy some vegetables to take back, but when he felt his pocket, he realized that he had forgotten his money at home in his haste to leave the house that morning. He stood in front of the vegetable stall and smiled awkwardly at the stall owner: "Brother, I don't have any money today, come back tomorrow."

The stall owner was not seeing him for the first time, so he waved his hand and said, "It's okay. Just remember to bring money tomorrow."

Li Xiangqian thanked him and turned to leave, feeling even more depressed: "Why am I so unlucky? There's a water leak at home, I forgot to bring money when I went out, and even buying groceries is not going well."

When he got home, Zhang Guifang was sitting in the yard picking vegetables. Seeing him coming back empty-handed, she couldn't help but ask, "Didn't you go to buy vegetables? Why didn't you buy anything?"

Li Xiangqian scratched his head and said a little embarrassedly: "I was in a hurry to go out and forgot to bring money."

Zhang Guifang rolled her eyes in anger when she heard this: "Look at you, you can't even do this, how can we expect you to do anything big?"

Li Xiangqian lowered his head and said nothing, but he felt very aggrieved. He also wanted to arrange everything properly, but life was like a mess, the more he tried to sort it out, the more tangled it became. He wanted to explain, but he felt that the more he explained, the more useless he would feel, so he could only bear it silently.

After lunch, he wanted to do some work to distract himself, so he picked up his tools to repair a broken door in the yard. The wood on the door had long been rotten, and with a little force, it broke into two pieces. He was stunned for a few seconds, looking at the broken wood in his hand, and couldn't help cursing: "What a piece of crap!"

Zhang Guifang heard the noise and poked her head out of the house: "What are you doing? If the door can't be fixed, don't mess with it, or it will make things worse!"

Li Xiangqian felt a sharp pain in his heart when he heard this. He gritted his teeth, threw the stick aside, sat on the ground and lit a cigarette. He felt like a mouse that was cornered, wanting to rush forward but not knowing where to put his strength.

"What's going on?" he asked himself in his heart, "Why is everything going wrong? Is it really bad luck?"

In the evening, the sky began to get cloudy again, and it seemed like it was going to rain. He sat in the yard, looking up at the gray sky, his heart full of bitterness. It's not that he didn't try hard, but life always went against him. He hoped that there would be a turnaround, even if it was just a little bit, to give him hope.

At this time, his daughter Xiaofang came back from school and saw Li Xiangqian sitting in the yard in a daze. She couldn't help but ask, "Dad, what's wrong with you? You look upset."

Li Xiangqian looked up at her and forced a smile: "It's okay, I'm just tired."

Xiaofang walked up to him, looked down at the wooden bars on the ground, then looked at the broken door, frowned and said, "Dad, is this door broken? Do you want my help?"

Hearing this, Li Xiangqian felt warm in his heart. He knew that his daughter still cared about him, but she was not good at expressing it. He smiled and shook his head: "No, go back to your room and do your homework. Dad can handle this little thing."

Xiaofang nodded and turned to go into the house. Li Xiangqian looked at her from behind and suddenly felt stronger. He told himself secretly: "No matter how difficult it is, I have to hold on. For this family and for Xiaofang, I can't fall down."

Li Xiangqian stood at the gate, holding a cloth bag in his hand, looking a little dazed. He had been standing at the gate for a long time, but he had not stepped out yet. Zhang Guifang poked her head out of the house and saw him like this, and couldn't help frowning: "Xiangqian, why don't you leave? Didn't you say you wanted to buy something?"

Li Xiangqian turned around with a bit of embarrassment on his face: "Yes, but I suddenly can't remember what to buy."

Zhang Guifang frowned even more after hearing this: "What's wrong with you? Weren't we talking just now? People say that only older people forget things. You are still young, and you don't remember anything?"

Li Xiangqian scratched his head and muttered, "There have been too many things going on lately, and my mind is in a mess. I really can't remember it all at once."

Zhang Guifang sighed and said, "You really have a useless brain! Forget it, think about it slowly by yourself." Then she turned and went into the house.

Li Xiangqian stood there, feeling helpless and self-blaming. He knew that Zhang Guifang's words were harsh, but she still cared about him. But he was so annoyed recently that his mind was almost shut down. He had to worry about family matters every day and find ways to earn some money to supplement the family income, but these things were always endless. Now he couldn't even figure out such a simple thing, which was really infuriating.

"What on earth was it?" Li Xiangqian frowned, trying to recall the scene just now. He vaguely remembered that Zhang Guifang said a few words to him, as if she wanted to buy something, but he couldn't remember what it was.

He stood at the door in a daze, the scene in front of him blurred. His mind was a mess, like a tangled web that he couldn't untangle no matter how hard he tried. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and tried to calm himself down.

"I can't keep being so confused," he said to himself, "I have to find a way to sort these things out, otherwise how can I live my life?"

Just as he was thinking about it, his neighbor Liu Guangfu came in from outside. He saw Li Xiangqian standing at the door and smiled sarcastically: "Hey, Xiangqian, why are you standing here in a daze? Have you run into trouble again?"