Wearing the Rags Chapter 2

After a while, Byron received a voice message from the tenant’s eldest sister on WeChat:

"Xiao Xia, how did I receive five yuan? Did I scan it from the store? Oh, look, I was so busy blabbering that I forgot to tear off the payment code. You should tear it off quickly. Where are you going? There is a shop selling fried ice as you walk out. There is a printing shop in the alley next to his house. You can print the payment code there. "

The eldest sister returned a five-dollar red envelope and a printed business card from the boss.

He is going, he is going!

Byron closed the door and went straight to the printing shop. He printed three copies first, two without sealing and one with sealing, which cost three yuan.

It's convenient to have the payment code posted in the store. You can just tear off the original one and replace it with a new one without changing the position.

After changing, it was already almost four o'clock. There were not many tourists on weekdays. They started to disperse around this time. Byron also closed the shop and planned to take the bus to the county seat to visit his grandma at his aunt's house.

Before leaving, Byron opened the previously locked room at home. It had been a long time since he came back and the room had a musty smell. It had to be ventilated tomorrow.

Byron sat in front of his desk, lifted the dustproof cloth covered by his aunt, and touched the desk he had used since childhood.

Opening the drawer, there was still a missing person notice he had printed and posted in the past.

Byron took out a yellowed missing person notice and looked at the photo on it. He was no longer as emotional as before.

After sitting for a while, Byron closed the door and took the bus to the county seat. When he pa**ed the supermarket, he went in and bought a box of milk.

My aunt's little cousin is in high school this year. Because she is not tall enough, she is addicted to drinking milk. I haven't seen her for half a year. I don't know if she has grown to 1.6 meters.

"Yangyang?"

As soon as he arrived at the old street, Byron lowered his head and walked. He heard someone calling him. He looked up in confusion. He looked familiar, but he didn't know who he was.

"It's really Yangyang, are you on holiday?" Auntie greeted warmly.

Byron smiled awkwardly and nodded.

After thinking for a while, I realized that this was my aunt's neighbor in the same building.

"Hello, aunt."

"Okay, come to see your grandma?"

"Um."

Another aunt asked curiously: "Oh, this young man is so good-looking. Whose family does this belong to?"

"Old Meng's nephew."

"Which Lao Meng?"

"The kid from the fruit shop we have downstairs, the second sister Celeste Xia."

"Oh, she's from the Celeste Xia family! She's so pretty."

Byron started to feel embarra**ed. He wanted to say hello and leave, but couldn't find any space. He stood there awkwardly, listening to the two aunts praising him more and more intensively. He couldn't leave or stay. He felt so uncomfortable that he wanted to explode on the spot.

After finally waiting for a break, he quickly said: "Auntie, I'll leave first."

"Go, go, your aunt is at home."

Byron nodded, smiled at the strange aunt, and hurried away.

The two aunts were very happy to see him running away. The strange aunt sighed repeatedly, "It's so good-looking. He is a human being with two eyes and one mouth. How can he be so handsome?"

"That's because you've never met his father. He's so handsome. He's as handsome as a dummy. Once upon a time, my sister-in-law met him on the way home while riding her bike. She turned around and looked at him, and suddenly he jumped into the ditch."

"real?!"

"Really! Everyone in the family knows it and has been laughing about it for more than ten years."

...

Byron heard them chatting from a distance and thought to himself, what his grandfather regretted most in his life was marrying his father, and his second regret was letting his mother give birth to him.

If his mother hadn't insisted on marrying his father and insisted on giving birth to him, her physical condition wouldn't have deteriorated so quickly. At least, she wouldn't have become critically ill, comatose, and mysteriously disappeared.

Before his grandfather pa**ed away, he was still brooding over the disappearance of his daughter.

As for his dad.

To put it romantically, he died in love with his terminally ill wife without telling everyone.

An unromantic theory is that his father is an irresponsible human trafficker. A darker theory is that his father took his mother abroad to sell her organs.

Byron had gone from anger to numbness and resigned to these irresponsible nonsense.

He always believed in the letter his father left. He just took his mother on a trip.

One day his father will take his mother home, and that letter is definitely not a suicide note.

Byron saw his aunt's fruit stall from a distance. The talkative aunt was peeling pineapples for customers. When she saw it was him, she ran out with a knife and the half-cut pineapple.

"When did you come back? Why didn't you ask your uncle to pick you up at the station? You said this kid didn't say a word when he came home... Who is this? My nephew!" The aunt complained and laughed, and was busy peeling Finish that pineapple.

Grandma who was resting in the room also heard the noise and opened the curtain and came out. When she saw it was Byron, she said happily: "Yang Yang is out of school!"

After that, she continued to poke her head behind Byron, looking around in confusion, "Where is your mother? Why did you come here by yourself?"

Byron's smile froze, and he stepped forward to hold her arm, "My mother went on a trip."

Grandma thought for a while, but couldn't connect the memory, and complained: "If you don't come to see me, and don't care about the child, it must be your father again!"

Byron was embarra**ed and responded, "Well, it's all my dad's fault."

The aunt sighed, "Yangyang, help your grandma in, Mom, the TV series you are watching is about to start!"

Grandma recovered from her muttering, "My TV series!"

She pulled Byron in and asked Byron to change the channel for her, "Is that Channel 8?"

Byron didn't know, but his grandma looked around and saw only three or four stations.

He pa**ed one by one. When the old lady saw what she wanted to see, she looked at it happily for two minutes and asked Byron, "Who is this?"

Byron only knew the actor, not the role, "Is he the male protagonist?"

The old lady was confused: "Really?"

My cousin Elise Meng heard the noise and came out of the bedroom. She tilted her head and looked at the TV and said coolly: "No, this is the second male lead. The ugly one is the male lead."

Grandma: "That's right!"

She took the remote control and turned up the volume, complaining: "I don't know what's going on with today's TV. You can be so ugly and be the protagonist. It's not like when we were young, and the actors in the movies were more beautiful than the others. Take a look, this He doesn't look as good as your dad. Oh, Yangyang, how did you get here? Where's your mom? "

Byron and his cousin said in unison: "My mother went on a trip." "My second aunt and uncle went on a trip."

Grandma thought for a while, and it seemed that there was such a thing. She murmured to herself for a long time and taught them both, "When looking for a partner, you need to find someone who is good and capable, and you can't just look at looks. What's the use of looking good? You can't eat or drink." Don't be like your second uncle, who is unskilled, illiterate, knows nothing, and knows nothing."

Elise Meng, who has experienced many battles and is used to it, replied expressionlessly: "Well, falling in love will delay my entrance into a prestigious school. Grandma, my brother taught me the questions."

The old lady's attention had turned to the TV series, and she concentrated on analyzing who was speaking on the TV.

She had a fall four years ago, and since then she has been having trouble remembering things and recognizing people, with good times and bad times. The situation has become more serious in the past two years, and she forgets the TV series she just watched. No matter what drama you watch, it is always a suspense movie, and the most energy is to decipher "who he/she is".

A new character appeared again. Grandma had no time to deal with her grandson and waved her hand, "Go ahead."

Byron stood up and followed his cousin to her bedroom.

Elise Meng's bedroom is also her study room. A large bookcase occupies one wall. Her father, Uncle Byron, specially found someone to customize it for his precious daughter.

Their house is old, and large bookcases like this were not popular in the county when they were renovated. Later, when Elise Meng wanted one, her uncle asked a carpenter to make it.

Pure solid wood.

In addition to the bookcase, there is also a girlish desk in the room, which Elise Meng has used since she was a child. She chose this desk when her aunt and uncle took her to the home improvement market when she was in elementary school.

On the desk, in addition to the homework she was writing and commonly used reference books, there were also her small ornaments, small toys, and various colorful pens.

As soon as Byron entered, Elise Meng pulled out an electronic scale from under the bed, put her hands in her pockets, raised her chin towards Byron, "Weigh."

Byron: ...

Is he a pig?

Is it weighing enough for surgery?

Byron stood on the electronic scale and cursed, weighing 59.3 kilograms.

Byron was surprised. He was already less than 120 pounds? !

Elise Meng: "You are ten pounds lighter than during the Chinese New Year. No wonder you look thinner. Brother, you are almost like a bamboo pole."

But there were so many surprises that Byron didn't know which one to eat for a while, so he picked the most surprising one first and asked: "Do you still remember my weight during the Chinese New Year?"

Elise Meng kicked the electronic scale back under the bed: "I have a good memory."

Byron: ...

You are a top student, you have a good brain, you are amazing, and you are proud.

She cupped her fists and looked up at Byron, commenting: "The dark circles are so thick. Did you stay up late or have insomnia? I think you need to drink milk more than me. A cup of hot milk before going to bed can help you sleep."

Byron: ...

His good sister inherited her father's attentiveness and mother's mouth.

Have you held a grudge since you saw him carrying milk?

As a good brother, Byron naturally wanted to repay his sister's love and said earnestly: "Are you 1.6 meters tall?"

Immediately, he was beaten out by his sister, "I'm 1.63 meters tall with shoes on!"

During the meal, not only his cousin, but also his aunt, uncle and his careless cousin were all worried about his health.

"Are you too busy at work?"

"No, you don't know how much pressure there is on young people nowadays, right?" Rudy Meng picked up food for Byron, "As soon as I found an internship, I realized that finding a job is really not easy. Eat more, bro. "Take care."

Celeste Xia didn't know whether to knock down the chopsticks she raised, but her daughter was much more decisive than her. Rudy Meng finished with an "ouch" and Elise Meng had already taken her foot back.

Rudy Meng shrank back and said angrily: "Elise Meng! What are you doing again?"

Elise Meng: "If you say bad words again, get out."

Rudy Meng: "I am your brother!"

Elise Meng: "Haha."

As a habit, my uncle started to argue: "Okay, okay, stop making trouble. Daqiang, you are the elder brother. How can you say dirty words at the dinner table? Huihui, your brother is wrong, and you can't step on your brother too hard."

Elise Meng: "I didn't work hard."

Uncle: "Well, Huihui did the right thing. Eat more, Yangyang. You will indeed lose weight. You are away from home. You can't skip three meals a day. You must pay attention to your health."

Byron nodded and tried to eat.

While everyone was there, he waited for a moment when no one was talking and told his aunt that the previous tenant had quit the lease.

Celeste Xia: "I just said, why are you back so well? Has the deposit been refunded?"

Byron nodded.

Celeste Xia: "Have you all withdrawn?"

Byron thought about his aunt's tone and said conservatively: "Retreat halfway."

Celeste Xia sighed, "If you ask me, I shouldn't give her a refund. If you want to cancel the rent, we can discuss it. As for her, she will call the police today and catch ghosts tomorrow. There will be no end."

Byron just smiled and said nothing.

He was away from home while studying for university, and his aunt and uncle had always taken care of the house for him. They were responsible for renting, repairing, changing water pipes, and installing electrical wiring.

The tenant's elder sister sometimes couldn't find a car when buying goods or workers for decoration, so her uncle helped to contact her.

If something was broken in the store, I would go over there late at night to fix it.

Later, the tenant's eldest sister was shocked and called the police. The aunt was called over because she didn't know what was going on, and she thought something big had happened. Later, she said that it was haunted and wanted to cancel the rent, which made her angry.

"If you want to retreat, just retreat. Unless it's haunted, who will be willing to bid in the future?"

Byron knew that this was what made her aunt angry.

People who do business are all about auspiciousness. People open their doors to make money and get rich. If they hear about a haunted house, no one will be willing to rent it.

Even if someone doesn't mind, the rent will be suppressed.

The development momentum of their town is good, and my aunt is still counting on a rent increase when the rent expires this year. Now that the neighbors in the town are spreading rumors that her house is haunted, how can she not be angry?

Byron took the opportunity and said, "Auntie, I don't want to rent it out anymore. I want to run a small business at home."

The dinner table was silent.

Even Elise Meng was stunned while biting her chopsticks.

The author has something to say:

Question: How high is it with shoes off? Byron: Are you polite? Elise Meng: You can wear clothes when weighing yourself, but why do you need to take off your shoes when measuring your height? Byron: That is, those who want to take off will not be allowed to take off, and those who do not want to take off must be allowed to take off. Put them on, put them on!