The boy's voice was sharp and harsh.

"Zhaodi and I are childhood sweethearts. The betrothal gifts she wants are high, but their family has no choice. Zhaodi's younger brother is not good at it and her father is sick again. What other way can their family besides selling Zhaodi at a good price? I will only want Zhaodi in my life. You will not pay me this money. If you don't save me, I can't. I will never let Zhaodi be sold!"

The boy looked at the two old men angrily.

His father was furious and picked up the broom and wanted to hit him, "You bastard, just talk to your parents like this? Why did you give birth to such a thing? You should throw it into the urinal and drown it when you are born!"

When a broom passed, the young man's mother was like a furious lion, kicking him over and kicking the old man staggered.

"Bah, I'll put you in the urinal first. Baoer, don't be anxious, don't cry, mom will give you a solution, there must be a way."

When my mother felt so distressed, she hugged her son and screamed with heart. His father was so angry that he didn't dare to touch his wife with a finger. He just hummed in a low voice, "What's the benefit of kicking me with such a big force and kicking my waist out of the way!"

The boy was silent for a while, suddenly broke away from his mother's arms, took a few steps back, and knelt down with a plop.

His mother was immediately startled: "What are you doing, you kid!"

The boy gritted his teeth and rushed over and hugged his mother's legs and cried, "Mom, your teahouse is not profitable at all, that is, this land and this house is valuable, why bother to keep it? You don't have the ability to do business, and I don't want to drink the tea you share, let alone the guests, how many teahouses in our capital, with your ability, do you want to make a lot of money?"

"Mom, my son, please, you sell this teahouse. My son only needs fifty taels. Zhaodi's mother said that if it is fifty taels, she will marry Zhaodi to her son! My son and Zhaodi will definitely be filial to your two elders. We will work hard to make money and let you two elders enjoy their old age."

His mother's eyes turned red with heartache, but she closed her teeth and shook her head gently. Before she could speak, the boy let go of his hand, stood up, wiped his face, and whispered: "If you don't agree, you can only watch me and die!"

The boy looked at his parents with a cold face and stubbornly, "You choose your own choice, do you want your son or your ragged teahouse!"

His father frowned, and the anger on his face had not yet been put away. He glared at his son suspiciously: "What did you say?"

His mother was even more startled and walked over and grabbed her son's arm: "Baoer, don't do anything wrong."

"It's too late."

The boy lowered his head and said word by word, "I borrowed sixty taels of silver from Yan Da. If I don't pay it back at the end of the month, I will have to pay it back seventy taels until next month. You can do it yourself!"

His mother's head buzzed and she fell backwards. His father quickly held it. The boy was also startled and took a step forward. He met his father's angry eyes, but shrank again, lowered his head and retreated, with a look of fear and fear.

For a moment, the entire backyard became quiet.

After a while, his mother recovered her strength and stood up slowly. Gu Xiang looked from afar. The old man seemed to have become aged in his teenagers in an instant, and his whole body's energy disappeared.

They looked old at the beginning, but even they were old and very energetic. They were full of energy. Apart from their appearance, they were no less than those of young people who were energetic in their thirties or forties.

Then at this time, the two old men felt like they were about to quit.

The boy gritted his teeth and cried, "Dad, you can save your son and give him a way out. You know, how vicious Yan Da is? If I can't pay back the money, he will definitely make me unable to survive and die!"

The two old men remained silent.

The boy cried: "You are the only son of me. What's the point of this broken teahouse worth your nostalgia?"

His mother sighed and said softly: "Baoer, you go, leave the capital and hide elsewhere."

The boy was stunned.

His mother looked dim: "This teahouse is not my parents' belongs to me."

"impossible!"

The boy gritted his teeth, "I have seen the land deeds and house deeds. The owner of the household is clearly my father. This house is also yours... Do you rather lie to me than give your own son a way out!"

"The house deed is written by my name."

His father was no longer angry and sighed, "But this house and this place are all from an old friend of his father. Over the years, your parents have just been here to take care of it."

"Take care? I lived in this old house when I was a child. I lived for more than ten years, but now you tell me, what kind of hell is your place for your friends? Who are you lying to?"

The two old men shook their heads and said nothing.

The boy came back to his senses and said repeatedly: "Don't matter if it's yours or some friends, since you have been handed over to our little one for twenty years, your friend will probably not mind you selling it to save your son's life! Mom, look at your son, I am your own son, are you willing to let me die?"

His mother sighed: "Of course I don't want to let it go, but Baoer, in this life, people can be just as farts on their promises to some people, but they can't be ruined by death. Your parents' promise to the owner of this house is a hundred years and a thousand years, and they will never break their promises."

The boy was at a loss and didn't understand what his mother was talking about.

But Gu Xiang couldn't help but blink and sighed softly.

It seems that this old couple is also a person with a story.

When she sighed, the two old men at the door suddenly turned their heads and looked over, with a look of alertness: "Who is it?"

"I'll come to visit late at night, and I hope we can forgive me."

The teahouse owner was stunned for a moment, pushed open the half-open door, looked up, looked at Gu Xiang with the light, and immediately threw the lantern in his hand to the ground.

The proprietress lowered her head to pick it up, and she was stunned for a moment when she looked up. She raised her hand and rubbed her eyes.

Gu Xiang smiled: "It was Ning Yufei who guided me here. I wonder what you two might tell me?"

The boss, the boss's wife looked at each other, and obviously felt a little unconscious. After a while, she came to her senses: "Yes, yes."

The boss's wife hurriedly walked forward a few steps, looked left and right on the ground to measure Gu Xiang's face, the more she looked, the light in her eyes became heavier: "Ah, I'll make tea for the little lady now."

Gu Xiang did not refuse either. The boss wiped the sweat from his forehead and said embarrassedly: "The little old man knows what the little lady is looking for. Is it the one left by Xue Shan? Well, diary, diary."

"journal?"

This word is trendy.

While talking, the boss walked to the counter next to him and flipped through the piles of high-rise and messy tea cakes. Soon after, he turned out a kraft paper bag, took it over and handed it to Gu Xiang, and whispered: "That's it."
Chapter completed!