At dusk, the setting sun is like blood.

Yang Shun and Liu Qingxue closed the store and prepared to go home.

The recruitment ended successfully.

Seeing that even the people from the Five City Military Police could not do anything to Carpenter Yang.

The melon-eating people have a clear mind and even more feel that Carpenters of Poplar are now unfathomable.

Registration is even more enthusiastic.

But unfortunately, the store is not large now and there are only limited personnel to recruit.

So most people return disappointed.

"Qingxue, let's go to Dazhuang's house to have a look."

Yang Shun was sitting in the carriage returning home, but suddenly the shadow of Liu Dazhuang appeared in his mind.

During the day, the abnormal appearance of this old acquaintance appeared in my heart.

"Hurrah."

Liu Qingxue nodded obediently.

So he greeted the coachman, turned the front of the car and rushed towards Liu Dazhuang's house.

When Yang Shun had just come to Wangjing from Xiaohe Village to make a living, Liu Dazhuang came to Yang Shunxiu several times because he was riding on stilts. In addition, Dazhuang is straightforward and upright, and he became friends after a while.

When the incident with his ex-wife Guo was exposed, many people pointed at Yang Shun and even laughed at him coldly because of the official background behind Guo Youchang.

But only Liu Dazhuang still stood by him, and even met Guo Youchang privately and scolded him.

Liu Dazhuang's family lives in the south of Wangjing.

Both parents perform acrobatics on the street.

He himself inherited his father's business and performed acrobatics.

The economic situation of street performing arts has been pretty good these days, at least much better than ordinary workers.

It can earn at least ten taels of silver in a year.

Although he is not as hard as Yang Shun, he still has the time to take a concubine, but it is not a big problem for the family to have enough food and clothing.

Soon the carriage arrived at Liu Dazhuang's house.

The small house located at the corner of the south alley of the city is still on.

Yang Shun and Liu Qingxue got out of the car and went over and knocked on the door.

After a moment, the door opened, and it was Liu Dazhuang who opened the door.

At this time, Liu Dazhuang looked tired on his face.

The moment he saw Yang Shun and Liu Qingxue, he obviously flashed a little surprised, "You, why are you here?"

"Come and see you."

Yang Shun smiled, "When I meet, don't you invite us in and sit down?"

"Ah? This..."

Unexpectedly, Liu Dazhuang, who has always been upright, actually hesitated.

He looked inside the house, his face full of embarrassment, "My home is not very convenient."

"That, otherwise, forget it."

"Is there anything wrong with you?"

"Yes, look at you and look at your parents."

"My parents are pretty good, haha, I'll talk about it next time I have the chance?"

Seeing Liu Dazhuang's refusal, Yang Shun couldn't help but ask suspiciously, "Dazhuang, have you encountered something?"

"Things? What can I do? Haha, that's fine."

Liu Dazhuang smiled loudly.

This laughter made Yang Shun even more convinced that something was wrong. He looked at him deeply and said, "Dazhuang, you helped me when I was in trouble before. We have been brothers long ago, right?"

"If you encounter difficulties now, if you don't tell me, it means you don't treat me as a brother."

"ah?"

Yang Shun, the aggressive move who "I'm very hurt", immediately played a role in Liu Dazhuang.

The latter was stunned and waved his hand quickly, "No, Brother Shun, you must be my brother."

"Since you are a brother, don't hide it from me if you have any difficulties."

Yang Shun looked inside the house and pointed, "What? Let's go in and take a look?"

"this……"

"Why……"

“Well.”

He looked at Liu Qingxue, hesitated for a moment, and changed his words, "Brother Shun, sister-in-law, please."

Liu Dazhuang turned sideways and made way out of his position.

Yang Shunliu Qingxue finally entered the house.

As soon as they entered the house, they smelled a plaster that was coming to their faces, which was very pungent.

Walk through the narrow hall and turn into the inner room.

Through the dim candlelight, I could see two people lying on the bed at a glance.

Two elderly people, one man and one woman.

this……

The two old men also turned their heads and looked at him.

"Oh, carpenter Xiao Yang."

The aunt on the bed showed a kind smile. The years had carved heavy marks on her ravines and dyed her hair gray.

But it did not pollute her eyes.

Although the eyes are already turbid, their eyes are still as clean and simple as babies, without any impurities.

"Dad, mom, there's no way. Brother Shun insists on coming in and checking out, I can't stop him."

Liu Dazhuang followed behind him into the house and said sorry.

"Oh, Xiao Yang, Da Zhuang has caused you another trouble."

"You said we are like this...hey..."

"What's the trouble or not."

Yang Shun waved his hand and looked at Liu Dazhuang with concern, "What's wrong with uncle and aunt?"

"Why."

Liu Dazhuang shook his head, "My mother fell during the temple fair a few days ago."

"My father didn't know why, he kept vomiting blood, and then he couldn't get up a few days ago."

"I don't even eat food."

"So, look at my dad's situation is worse than my mom."

"this……"

Yang Shun sat down beside the bed, "See the doctor?"

"Look, my mother's bones are broken."

"You have to rest, it's definitely impossible to go out for a performance anyway."

"My father didn't know why. After seeing many doctors, he gave different statements. He could only drink some medicine."

"But he hasn't been able to drink the medicine recently, and he vomits after drinking it. He still feels so painful when he is conscious."

“…”

After listening to it, Yang Shun's face turned completely gloomy, "If I remember correctly, the uncle should have performed fire-breathing all year round, right?"

"yes."

"Oh~"

Yang Shun shook his head. He had actually made a basic judgment in his heart through Liu Dazhuang's statement.

In his previous life, he watched short videos and news and saw many fire-breathing artists suffering from cancer.

This is a high-risk industry determined by the nature of performance.
To be continued...