Siheyuan: After traveling through time, who can still be an honest person?

Time flies, and eighteen years have passed quickly.

It's another cold winter.

The north wind howled, as cold as a knife.

In the courtyard of an old quadrangle, a white-haired old man knelt in front of a middle-aged man with a scar on his face.

There was also an indifferent middle-aged couple standing next to them.

"Bang Geng, Xiao Dang, you can't treat me like this. I worked hard to make money these years and bought you a house, a shop, and a car. Now that I'm old, you kick me out. How can I live..."

Before Shazhu could finish his words, Banggeng kicked him away.

"Old man, what are you talking about? I've been polite to you, don't be ungrateful!"

Bang Geng cursed with a face full of resentment: "If it weren't for your incompetence, would I have had to spend seventeen years in the kiln?"

"Do you know how I've lived these past seventeen years?"

"Do you know how humiliated I was in there?"

"The money you earn should be compensation for the suffering I have endured over the years!"

Sha Zhu was kicked and almost lost his breath. He lay on the cold ground and struggled to sit up after a long time. He explained with trembling lips:

"You can't blame me. I was afraid that you would suffer and be bullied in there these years, so I often sent you money and things, without interruption."

"Besides, I tried my best back then. If I hadn't begged the leader, you would have been shot long ago."

"Try your best! You still dare to settle accounts with me! Fuck you! Get out of my sight right now!"

Bang Geng stepped forward and kicked Sha Zhu roughly to the ground.

Sha Zhu got up and cried into the house with tears in his eyes: "Huai Ru, Huai Ru, are you really so cruel? People should have a conscience!"

"I have worked like a slave for your Jia family all my life, and you have deserted me because of me. Now that I am old and useless, you are kicking me out. Isn't that driving me away?"

"Huai Ru, say something, woo woo..."

Inside the house, an old woman with white hair sat on the kang with her back to the window, turning a deaf ear to what was happening outside.

"Don't shout. My mother has been deaf since my brother came back. She can't hear what you say."

Xiao Dang crossed his arms and said coldly, "You've already divorced my mother, and you have nothing to do with our family anymore. What's the point of staying here?"

"You should know better and part ways in peace. Don't make things unpleasant for both parties. Otherwise, it will not be good for you."

Xiaodang's words were like knives, cutting Shazhu's heart and causing pain.

Is this still the good daughter he has loved since childhood?

Hasn't she always been very filial to me?

But ever since I signed the contract to divide all my property between my brother and my sister, they have become very strangers.

"You lied to me. That's not what you said when you signed the contract. You promised to be filial to me and take care of me until the end of my life..."

"Silly dad, if I call you silly dad again, we'll beg you for it."

"You've always loved me and my brother the most since we were young. You would agree to any unreasonable request we made."

"In that case, you should do your best and leave our house happily without making things difficult for us."

"You are old now and have become a burden to us. If you really care about us, you should leave here on your own accord and stop dragging us down."

After hearing Xiaodang's heartless words, Shazhu felt as if his heart had fallen into an icy cave and his whole body was cold.

"Brother, you should chase him away quickly. If the neighbors hear us, they will gossip about us."

Upon hearing this, Banggeng was about to step forward and forcibly drag Shazhu out.

Just now.

A cough was heard from inside the room.

Xiaodang and Banggeng looked at each other, signaled Xiaodang's husband to look at Shazhu, and the two returned to the house.

When Sha Zhu recognized that it was Qin Huairu's cough, a glimmer of hope ignited in his heart.

"Mom, what's wrong? Didn't you agree to it? You're not going to regret it now, are you?" Xiaodang walked into the room and asked unhappily.

Bang Geng stared at Qin Huairu and said viciously, "Mom, Sha Zhu has bullied you for so many years, you wouldn't really have feelings for him, right?"

"I'm telling you, I only have one father in my life, and that's Jia Dongxu!"

"A hundred years later, you can only be buried together with him!"

Qin Huairu raised her wrinkled face and said expressionlessly, "Since I have planned to make Sha Zhu leave the house, I will not regret it."

"It's winter now. If you just drive him out to the streets, he won't survive the night. If the police find out about us, can you escape responsibility?"

As soon as these words came out.

Xiaodang and Banggeng were shocked.

Yes!

The weather is so cold now. Not to mention an old man like Shazhu, even a strong young person would freeze to death if he stayed outside for a night.

"You are still too young and don't do things rigorously." Qin Huairu shook her head.

"Mom, how about we rent a house somewhere else for Shazhu to live in first?" Xiaodang suggested.

"What a fool! We have finally severed our relationship with him, and now you are renting a house for him. Doesn't this make him think that you still care about him?"

"If we are going to cut it off, we must cut it off completely, without leaving any tails!"

Bang Geng said impatiently, "Mom, don't keep us in suspense. Just tell us what you think. We will listen to you."

Qin Huairu said coldly: "Take two thick quilts and all of Shazhu's old clothes and drag him outside to the bridge tunnel. As long as he survives for a while, his life or death will not be our business."

"Good idea!" Xiaodang and Banggeng's eyes lit up.

After all, old ginger is still spicy!

Originally, after Shazhu was driven away, his quilt and clothes would all be thrown away.

If they throw him outside like this, he won't freeze to death in a short time, but if anything happens in the future, it will have nothing to do with their family.

Banggeng and Xiaodang were just about to go out for action.

At this time, Shazhu's voice was heard outside.

"Good son-in-law, please let me meet Huairu. I want to ask him in person. Don't stop me..."

"Horse riding!"

Banggeng cursed and ran out of the house angrily.

……

More than half an hour later.

A van stopped on a bridge, and then Shazhu was dragged from the car into the bridge tunnel below.

Afterwards, Banggeng and Xiaodang’s husband moved the quilts and clothes inside, and threw a bag of steamed buns to Shazhu.

"Silly Zhu, we are even now. I warn you, don't come back to bother us, or I will break your dog legs!"

After making some threats, Banggeng left with his brother-in-law.

Sha Zhu sat in the bridge hole, listening to the sound of the van gradually going away, and suppressing tears coming from his mouth.

……

Sha Zhu originally wanted to commit suicide, but since ancient times, the only way out is death.

His instinct for survival allowed him to survive for more than a week on a bag of steamed buns.

Finally, he couldn't bear it anymore and started picking up scraps to sell.

This was the business that the three uncles Yi Zhonghai, Liu Haizhong and Yan Bugui did when they were alive.

What a pity that things have changed!

Every day, Sha Zhu has to get up early and pick up junk from the garbage cans in the city. If he goes too late, the junk will be snatched away by his colleagues.

That day, Sha Zhu finished rummaging through the trash cans in a residential area, dragged a snakeskin bag, and started walking towards the scrap collection station.

After walking for a while, I met a fellow traveler.

The old man was hunched over, pedaling a tricycle, and shouting as he walked: "Please collect the wine bottles, please collect the wine bottles..."

Sha Zhu suddenly felt that the voice sounded familiar, and couldn't help but stop and look at the old man in thought.

At this time, the old man found Sha Zhu and immediately ran over on his tricycle angrily, shouting from a distance:

"Damn it! You stinky beggar, this is my territory, how dare you come over here..."

Before he could finish his words, the old man was stunned. He looked at Sha Zhu and felt that he looked a little familiar.

He got off the tricycle, walked up to Sha Zhu, and asked hesitantly:

"You...you are an idiot?!"

"Xu Damao!!" Sha Zhu burst into tears.

"Silly Zhu, how did you become like this?"

Xu Damao was shocked to see that Shazhu had messy hair, a long beard, and his cotton coat was covered with starch, looking like a beggar.

"It's hard to put it into words!" Sha Zhu covered his face and cried.

Xu Damao suddenly realized, "I understand now, you are like an old ox pulling a plow, you are old and you are being kicked out of the house!"

"Alas! I knew you would end up like this!"

Sha Zhu raised his head, wiped it clean and looked at Xu Damao wearing old clothes, and couldn't help asking:

"Da Mao, why are you picking up rags? Didn't you go to the south to make a fortune? When did you come back?"

"It's hard for me to put it into words!" Xu Damao said with a sad face.

"Let's go. We haven't seen each other for several years. Let's go find a place to have a drink."

After Xu Damao finished speaking, he helped Sha Zhu move the snakeskin bag onto the tricycle, then let Sha Zhu sit in the tricycle while he rode the tricycle away.

On the way, Xu Damao bought a pound of pork head and some cooked peanuts, and brought Sha Zhu to his temporary place.

This is a courtyard house that is about to be demolished. Xu Damao knew a staff member in the street office, and the staff member took pity on him and let him live here temporarily.

The doors and windows of the courtyard house had long been removed, the water and electricity were cut off, and only an empty house was left.

Xu Damao blocked the window of one of the rooms with a torn quilt, and picked up a door from outside and installed it, so he had a temporary place to live.

"Da Mao, you are not much better than me!" Sha Zhu said with a wry smile.

The two people fought for their entire lives, but in the end they both became lonely and helpless, like two brothers in distress.

I don’t know what sins I committed in my previous life that I am suffering retribution in this life!