Chapter 115 The name should be changed to smashing glass

   "She scolded your sister-in-law in front of the neighbors and smashed the wreath in the mourning hall."

   "It's crazy enough for money."

   "Not only is she crazy, she can even take her life." Pei Qisheng recounted the scene at that time.

   He lightly tapped the cigarette stick twice: "If the police hadn't come quickly, she might have actually jumped."

   Pei Zhi couldn't understand the mentality of a person who threatened with death and wanted to achieve a certain goal.

   He listened to the footsteps outside the door and stopped discussing this topic: "Sister-in-law is back."

   "Where's the ashtray?"

   "Dad's side."

   Pei Qisheng hurriedly snuffed out the cigarette.

   He took two sips from the teacup, trying to cover up the smell in his mouth: "Come here and smell the smoke on my clothes."

"there must be."

   "Then I'll go up and change one."

   Pei Zhi shook his head and laughed.

   He spit out the last puff of smoke, and helped Bai Ying pour a cup of tea on the coffee table: "Sister-in-law, did you buy a lot?"

   "Not much." Bai Ying changed her slippers and came over.

   She wore a Chanel plaid coat and black wide-leg pants, giving her an elegant yet intellectual feel.

   She walked to the sofa with a gentle smile on her face that had not been wasted by the years: "Jiaojiao, who won between you and Dad?"

   "Dad wins a lot." Lin Jiao is not good at playing chess, if it wasn't for someone to guide her, she probably wouldn't have won.

   Bai Ying, whose expression was slightly stagnant, quickly recovered.

   She took the dessert brought by Sister Luo and put it in front of Lin Jiao and asked, "Jiaojiao, do you want to have pig's trotter soup at noon?"

  Lin Jiao quickly shook his head: "I don't really want to."

   Remembering the effect of pig's trotter soup, Pei Zhi's gaze moved down a little, then he took it back indifferently.

   He suddenly remembered: "Where's Pei Yilan?"

   "She went on an autumn tour with Jiang Ye."

   "Where is the autumn tour?"

   "Xiangnan Mountain." Bai Ying held up an apple: "There is a hot spring resort over there, you can take Jiaojiao there next time."

   "Hmm." Pei Zhi took it to heart.

   He rubbed the lighter in his palm and chatted with them from time to time, making the atmosphere a lot more lively.

   As soon as lunch time comes, the fragrance is overflowing.

   Pei Zhen, whose appetite was aroused by the scent, slowly walked them to the dining room with a cane.

   He looked at the bottle of baijiu on the table and remembered the stubborn old guy: "Jiaojiao, how is the body of old man Lin?"

"not bad."

   "When did he move to the country?"

   "It's been a long time." Lin Jiao recalled carefully: "It was probably when I was in high school."

   "Dad." When Pei Qisheng was peeling shrimp for his wife, he raised his head and asked, "Do you know Jiaojiao's grandfather?"

   "Her grandfather is Lin Kanglu."

   "Lin Kang... You mean Uncle Lin?"

   "Otherwise who else?" When Pei Zhengang learned about this, he was more surprised than he was.

   He picked up a piece of spareribs and put it in Lin Jiao's bowl. After thinking for a while, he said, "Jiaojiao, are you free tomorrow?"

"Yes, I have."

   "Then you take me and old man Chu to see?"

   "Okay." Lin Jiao swallowed all her doubts considering that talking too much at the dinner table would affect her mood.

   She ate the oyster meat fed by Pei Zhi and looked at Pei Qisheng whose hands were covered in oil: "Brother, why don't you wear gloves?"

   "If you didn't say it, I forgot."

   Pei Qisheng took out a wet tissue and wiped it.

   He unscrewed the bottle cap of the liquor, and a funny picture appeared in his mind: "Dad, you should change your name in the future."

   "What do you call it?"

   "According to seniority, you should call your daughter-in-law's grandfather uncle, right?"

"impossible!"

   Pei Zhen's expression is extremely wonderful.

   He took the half glass of wine that Pei Qisheng handed over and sullenly said, "I call him Uncle? Don't you want to be laughed at."

   "But as per..."

   "I don't count on my seniority."

   Pei Qisheng held back his laughter and said, "If you really want to do what you want, Uncle Lin has designated you to make trouble."

   "Let him make trouble." Pei Zhen's nostrils seemed to be breathing: "I'm still afraid that he won't succeed?"

   "You are so arrogant when the Pei family marries the granddaughter of the Lin family? What if he doesn't marry Jiaojiao?"

   "No." He was like an old urchin: "If he dares, I will fight him!"

   "You fight him with a cane?"

   "Pei Qisheng, are you itchy?"

   Seeing him touch the crutches, Pei Qisheng, who didn't want to be hit by a stick, hurriedly grabbed it and stopped talking.

   He turned Bai Ying with his elbow, the latter glared at him, then stretched out his chopsticks to pick up the vegetables: "Dad, try two pieces of perch."

   Pei Zhen snorted, and then let him go.

   After having a happy lunch with several children, he walked to the window with a cane and shouted to the next door.

   "Old man Chu, come and play chess!"

"Wait a minute!"

   "Are you constipated again?"

  The other end was quiet for a few seconds, and then came a scolding: "Pei Zhen, you old bastard, I'm eating!"

   Pei Zhen, who was scolded, laughed instead of being angry.

   He leaned out halfway, for fear that other people in the courtyard wouldn't hear: "I only eat now? Is your child abusing you?"

   "You stop making up!"

   "I saw it last night."

   The 70-year-old man, who also stuck his head out, grabbed a handful of stones he had dug out from an unknown flower pot and threw it towards the next door.

   He pointed to Pei Zhen who smiled like a flower: "Don't be noisy, I don't have time to play with you!"

   Pei Zhen, who was almost hit, stared at the glass.

   He tapped the ground twice with his cane, his voice even louder than before: "Will you try hitting it again?"

   "You don't think I dare?"

   Another piece of mud was thrown over.

   Pei Zhen was completely 'infuriated'.

   "Pei Qisheng, bring me a slingshot!" He turned to the living room and shouted, as if he was going to compete with the next door.

   Pei Qisheng: "…"

   He closed the window as usual, and dragged Pei Zhen back to the living room to avoid the 'quarrel' and escalate.

   "Uncle." Lin Jiao, who was amused, lowered her voice and asked the people beside her: "Do they often do this?"

   "Almost every day." Pei Zhi was used to it.

   He raised his chin towards the window and said lightly, "They smashed four or five of the windows."

   "It's all stoned?"

   "Not necessarily, it depends on their mood."

  Lin Jiao looked at the wooden slingshot that Pei Zhen rummaged out of the cabinet, and out of curiosity, she leaned in to play with it.

   She raised her eyes: "Did you do this?"

   "Of course." Pei Zhen threw the stone and caught it with the back of his hand with agility: "Do you want to try?"

   "I can't control my strength."

   "It's okay." He put a soft pillow behind his waist: "You can smash old Chu's glass as you like."

   "Forget it."

  Lin Jiao had never practiced, so he was afraid of accidental injury.

   She put down her slingshot, raising the volume a little for fear that he wouldn't be able to hear: "I have something to ask you."

"What's up?"

   "My dad cut ties with grandpa when I was very young, do you know why?"

   Pei Zhen raised his eyebrows: "No one told you?"

   "No." Lin Jiao peeled the peanut shells and put the nuts on a plate: "My mother won't let me ask."

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