Zhengyangmen: Don’t date Su Meng

As if she felt very aggrieved, the woman began to complain with a crying tone.

"Even if I'm not your biological child...even if I was picked up on the street, then...you shouldn't treat me like this, just watching my spouse die without helping.

Dad, I beg you, please help me!"

Even though the woman screamed at the top of her lungs, the Ragnarok Hou refused to open his mouth and held his head high, looking very unruly.

Han Chunming's eyes moved quickly. This scene seemed a little unusual.

[Do you want to slip away? ]

As soon as this thought came to my mind, the situation took a turn for the worse.

As if angered by the appearance of the rag-and-bone Marquis, the woman wiped her tears, pointed at him and shouted:

“Well, if you don’t help me, then I can’t survive.

In this case, neither of us will have an easy time."

Looking around, he saw a ceramic pen holder at first glance. He immediately picked it up and pretended to throw it on the ground.

Now Han Chunming and Polan Hou could no longer sit still.

That pen holder is a masterpiece from the Tang Dynasty. They had just discussed it. If it were to be broken, it would be a real sin.

Han Chunming was agile and rushed out like an arrow.

He held the target tightly with both hands like an eagle grasping a chick, and kept shouting: "This is a treasure, don't break it!"

After several rounds of fierce competition, he finally managed to grab the thing.

He took a half step back and looked at the treasure carefully. Fortunately, it was not broken.

Hou Palan also breathed a sigh of relief and sat back on the stool.

Seeing that the woman was still looking for her target, Han Chunming shouted, "Stand still, don't move. These are all treasures." Then he turned and looked at Hou Polan.

"You won't say a few words?"

Hou Paolan put one foot on the stool, puffing his beard and glaring, but still said nothing.

But the woman shouted: "Who are you? I don't need you to meddle in my business."

Han Chunming couldn't help rolling his eyes. What a guy, he is in a dilemma. He should have checked the almanac before going out today. Everything is unfavorable.

"Well, I was thinking that if the Broken Marquis didn't have money, I could still help him, but it seems that someone doesn't appreciate it, so forget it. I won't be annoying here."

Han Chunming put the antique on the table, clapped his hands and prepared to leave.

The woman grabbed his arm.

"Are you really willing to help me? Not lie to me?" Her eyes were full of desire.

"Then I will pay to help your daughter?"

Han Chunming looked at Hou Paolan and asked for his opinion.

"Humph."

Hou Pao Lan snorted coldly, but in the end he didn't say "ignore her". Han Chunming understood that it was a case of suffering for the sake of face. He understood.

"Okay, buddy, I'm going to perform 'There is True Love in the World' today.

Big sister, look at the road ahead and keep walking!"

It wasn't that he was addicted to acting, but he was deliberately trying to ease the tense atmosphere.

Along the way, the woman felt a little surprised and couldn't help asking, "What is your relationship with my dad?"

"Friends regardless of age!"

Han Chunming answered truthfully, and then smiled and said, "To be honest, this is not the first time we have dealt with each other. Last September, I even exchanged two loaves of bread for your old cigarette. Have you forgotten?"

The woman paused, turned to look at him, and then suddenly realized.

"Oh, I was wondering why you looked familiar. It turns out we've dealt with each other before."

"So, this Sijiu City is just a circle, not very big."

The woman nodded, and the two of them quickened their pace and finally saw the man lying sick in bed. Han Chunming reached out and touched his forehead, and it was indeed very hot.

"Send him to the hospital. I'll go find a cart. Don't worry, I'll take care of the money. Just pack up and we'll be leaving soon."

Under the cover of night, Han Chunming carried the man out of the courtyard, put him on a cart, and ran towards the hospital.

As the view zoomed out, Hou Polan appeared around the corner.

He watched Han Chunming pedaling his bike, carrying the woman and the sick man forward; his shadow looked particularly long under the light.

There was no sadness or joy on Hou Polan's face, but there seemed to be some changes.

…………

When they arrived at the hospital, the man was pushed into the operating room with the help of doctors and nurses. Han Chunming asked the woman to wait, and he immediately returned to the courtyard house he rented and took out three hundred yuan.

Usually he has less than ten dollars on him, which is not enough for medical treatment.

The doctor just said that this disease would probably cost more than two hundred yuan, but three hundred yuan would definitely be enough.

Han Chun is not a saint who can spend a huge amount of money on a stranger. He had some selfish motives when he chose to help at the beginning, which was to win over Hou Paolan.

But he didn't think he was being mean.

Just do good things and don’t ask why.

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With Han Chunming's three hundred yuan, the man's hospitalization and surgery fees were enough. He took out another fifty yuan from the remaining money and gave it to the woman.

"Keep this money. If anything urgent happens here, you can pay it back in time. Don't waste time."

"I...thank you. I really don't know how to thank you. If it weren't for you..."

The woman clenched the money in her hand tightly and burst into tears.

“Don’t worry, the doctor said there’s nothing wrong. If you don’t have enough money, come find me at the Broken Hou. I’ve been there every night recently.

Let's go, stay with my brother more."

Han Chunming was just like the poet said, coming quietly and leaving quietly, without taking away a cloud.

The next day, Han Chunming appeared at the Polanhou family again, but this time the Polanhou prepared wine and food himself and asked him to sit down and talk.

"It's rare today. You can take this wine home later. It cost me one dollar."

"I see that you seem to be someone who is short of money. You take out three hundred yuan so easily. No wonder you keep saying you want to buy my sticker box. It turns out you are a wealthy man!" said Hou Polan with a forced smile.

Han Chunming asked back: "Did you go to the hospital yesterday?"

Without answering Han Chunming, Hou Paolan picked up the bottle and poured wine for both of them.

"Don't think that I only took 300 yuan, but I borrowed it from my colleagues and friends, and I have to pay it back in the future. I am just an ordinary worker, and my monthly salary is less than 30 yuan!"

Hou Polan didn't believe a word Han Chunming said.

Bullshit. A worker who earns thirty dollars a month buys him one dollar worth of wine and food every day, which is equivalent to three dollars.

What if he's an idiot!

But everyone has secrets. Han Chunming won't tell them and he won't ask too many questions. This is the way to get along with others.

After two glasses of wine, Hou Pao Lan started to speak.

"That was my daughter, Hou Su'e, last night.

Did she tell you that I was cruel and opposed her finding this man, and that as a father, I didn't even give my daughter a dowry when she got married?"

"Ah."

Han Chunming nodded truthfully, and Hou Polan was so angry that he slammed the table and threw his chopsticks onto the table. He was very angry.