Chapter 61 Suddenly
Both courtyards were dark, no lights were on in any room, and no dramatic sounds were coming from the old record player.
"Oh, you are so careless. My brother-in-law and Grandma Ma will be tried tomorrow. How can you still think of going out for a stroll at night?"

"Ugh"

Wang Deming pretended to sigh with compassion, returned to his room, turned on the light, sat at the desk and continued to write his own "To Live".

"Yaxuan (Mr. Rong Si), don't blame yourself! You have a large family and it's hard to manage them. Who would have thought that you would be thinking about buying opium to stock up when you can barely afford to eat?"

"The little money from selling the house is all wasted!"

"In the end, they were all busted by the police."

"Brother Chang, that's what I said, but after all, Step-Eighth Wife is from our step-family. I can't afford to pay a penny for what happened. I..."

"Yaxuan, we are already this age, what else is there to be unhappy about?"

"Everything else is external!"

"Ugh"

"Grandpa, step-grandma, can you still take my sister and I out to play?"

"Didn't the doctor say that? She's old, so she needs to be seen tomorrow morning."

The smile on Wang Deming's face gradually faded. He pushed open the door of the west wing with a heavy heart. Seeing that everyone in the courtyard was in grief, he felt even more uneasy. He asked in a deep voice, "Master Chang, what about the eighth wife?"

"Deming, you're back." Old Man Chang tried to force a smile but failed. He sighed deeply and said, "The next evening, the family of Jiba was hit by a frightened carriage."

As soon as these words came out, Renchun and Yichun burst into tears again. Renchun cried and blamed herself: "Grandma Jiba was protecting me and my sister."

".It's all blood"

Sister Yan Baozhen squatted down and hugged the two children, constantly patting their heads to comfort them: "Grandma Jiba will definitely be fine."

"Mom will take you to see her tomorrow morning."

"Um"

Yan Baozhen twitched the corner of her mouth, "Dad, Fourth Master Rong, let me take the child to bed first."

"Well, hurry up, the two children have been frightened all night."

"Deming, tomorrow when you go to school, go to Tongrentang in Dashilan and buy some tranquilizer pills."

"Hmm." Watching his sister leading his two nephews into the north room, Wang Deming followed Old Man Chang and Mr. Rong Si to the main hall of Courtyard 82 and sat down. Only then did he ask, "What did the doctor say?"

"Alas," Old Man Chang sighed again, "The doctor at Union Hospital said it's not very good."

"The doctor said that one reason was that he hit his spine and injured his internal organs, and the other was that he was too old."

Old Man Chang then smiled and said, "Deming, life and death are determined by fate, and wealth and honor are determined by God."

“Although we haven’t experienced displacement and homelessness, we have seen it a lot!”

"It's my luck to be alive today."

Old Man Chang raised his eyelids and said with all his strength: "Deming, you must be tired today."

"I rushed back to Beijing from Changping early in the morning. I have another day of classes. I should rest early."

"Tomorrow morning, get up early and help me gather all the things in this yard and move them to Yard 81."

Wang Deming was stunned for a moment, and asked with a hint of disbelief: "You sold this courtyard?"

His mind raced with thoughts: Should I reveal that I am actually very rich? Old Man Chang doesn't even need to sell the yard?

I recalled the kind face of Wang Kui (my eighth grandmother) and the care she had given me over the past two years.
Wang Deming took a deep breath, gritted his teeth, and made a decision in his heart.

Just opened my mouth and said one word: "I"

He was interrupted by Old Man Chang who raised his hand and said calmly, "Deming, this is my family matter."

"But" "Haha, Deming, when you have more potential in the future, it would be great if you can help the kids at home when you have time!"

"As for the rest, it's either me or your brother-in-law."

"No matter who it is, if something bad happens to them, it's none of your business!"

"We have enjoyed all the happiness we deserve in this life. We have to pay it back in this life or the next."

Old Man Chang's voice gradually deepened: "It's all a matter of days."

He waved his hand again, "Remember to get up early tomorrow."

"I won't keep you here."

"it is good."

Wang Deming returned to Yard 81 with a heavy heart, stood at the Moon Gate, and looked up at the moon in the sky.

Tomorrow is the Double Ninth Festival. There are no clouds in the sky. The waxing moon is so cold and lonely, radiating its brilliance without any thought or emotion.
In my previous life, I was just a simple trainee and could not be said to have truly entered society.

Although I am used to seeing the separation of life and death: the crying of family members after the patient passed away in the middle of the night; the forced smiles of family members of terminally ill patients; the embarrassment of family members when they were asked to pay the renewal fee; the helplessness and reluctance of patients after they were unable to afford it.
But no one felt the same way!
The cold words of his teacher echoed in his mind again: Don’t sympathize with the patients, we are just
Don't give yourself trouble we just
Where are the angels in white?
Department performance, individual performance, assessment, and last-place elimination.
When it was none of his business, Wang Deming could just sit back and watch. Anyway, he wasn't even a resident doctor. He was at the bottom of the hospital, like a handyman. He was nothing.
Wang Deming returned to the west wing, and after entering the main room, he unconsciously looked towards Wang Kui's room next door and stood in the main room for a long time without moving.

Yes, I have no relationship with Wang Kui. In fact, we are just neighbors.

But how can a person be heartless? The care and concern he has shown me over the past two years is like the presence of a family member.

That’s right, Old Man Chang would rather sell his house to save Wang Kui’s life than ask Wang Deming for help, and did not give Wang Deming a chance to struggle.

Of course, it is also possible that Old Man Chang has no idea how rich Wang Deming’s secret fund is.

But if my brother-in-law's family really encounters trouble in the future, can I really just stand by and do nothing?
If my secret stash of cash is exposed, can I still enjoy my life so leisurely?

My biggest wish in this life is to have money and leisure to enjoy life!

Stay away from all troubles!
I thought this was the simplest and most humble wish, right?
Why does it seem so difficult now?

Wang Deming was not sleepy when he returned to his room. With a little confusion, he continued to sit at the desk and write the book "To Live".

Yes, to be alive, what simple words are there, but some people put all their energy into these two words!
But I am so entangled because of this matter
How ridiculous this is!

Wang Deming suddenly understood!
"Ha ha!"

After laughing uncontrollably, Wang Deming figured out some things: Being cautious and careful just for the sake of so-called enjoyment of life, isn’t this going against his original intention?

If I had shown my abilities more often in Qin Huairu's house before, would the Qin family still secretly arrange a blind date for Qin Huairu?

It is right to be cautious, but it is wrong to be too cautious and make yourself live in entanglement.

Living longer in this life is already a gain, but if you don’t live happily, then isn’t it a waste of life?
Zhang Shouchun is so beautiful, she looks so much like the goddess of my later life! And she loves me, so I can make her happy, right?
Turn off the lights and go to sleep!
The darkest time is before dawn. Wang Deming turned on the light in the dark, rubbed his eyes, rubbed his face hard to make himself more energetic, and then got up quickly.

The reason why he got up so early was that he took into consideration that Wang Kui was not at home and there was no one to boil water or cook porridge, so he went out to buy breakfast.
My sister is pregnant now, and she must be exhausted taking care of two children, so he should get up and cook some porridge.

"cough!"

The sound of old man Chang coughing up phlegm was heard, and then after hearing the movement in the kitchen, he habitually called out: "Old Eighth Wife"

Then he was silent for a while, walked to Yard 81, and saw that it was Wang Deming in the kitchen.

"Deming, can you boil some water?"

"Hey, you can also cook porridge?"

"Haha, children from poor families have to grow up early."

"Tsk tsk," Old Man Chang smacked his lips a few times, "You have to look at this the other way around."

(End of this chapter)