Chapter 3 In the Name of Cousin

"Brother, go to sleep. If you fall asleep, you won't feel hungry. I'll buy you steamed buns tomorrow morning."

"Sister... I can't sleep. I'm so hungry. Sister, I want to eat steamed bread. I don't want to drink boiled water!"

"Dong Dong..."

The sudden knock on the door shocked Zhang Xiaoling, who was coaxing his brother to sleep!

Who else will come so late...

Neighbors? No. The owners of the house in this alley have basically moved elsewhere, waiting for the municipal government to decide to demolish the land as a whole and get a lot of compensation. The house is basically leased to migrant workers.

There are very few people who still live there like Zhang Xiaoling's family, and Zhang Xiaoling's family has no contact with these tenants. If it hadn't been for the white couplets pasted on the door, I guess many people living here would not have known that there was a funeral at home.

relatives? No. My father's ancestral home is not in this city. After graduating from a technical secondary school, he was assigned to a small state-owned enterprise from the north of the motherland, and his mother's relatives had long been cut off with his mother's remarriage, so that his father's funeral was completed by several good friends in his father's previous factory in the simplest form.

Who would that be?

"Dad! Dad must be back... Sister, go and open the door quickly. Dad must have come back with delicious food." Zhang Xiaoling's younger brother's limited mind does not know what the photo of his father on the table of the Eight Immortals in the room means.

He only knew that his sister had told him before that his father had gone far away and would not come back for a long time, and he would bring a lot of delicious food...

Zhang Xiaoling didn't want to open the door, but her younger brother cried and shouted that it was his father who came back with delicious food, so he had to be bold and walk to the door step by step. Don't be a bad person who knocks on the door in his heart. This probability should not be high. Even bad people should have a taboo about funerals, right?

"Squeak~"

With the sour friction sound of the old door, the door opened.

In the dim yellow light, a man in a black jacket stood at the door with a bulging black handbag.

It's just that Zhang Xiaoling can't see his father standing behind the man.

"Are you?" Zhang Xiaoling is a little timid. Why does a stranger knock on his door so late?

"Little spirit sister?" The man smiled and asked knowingly.

"Well, I'm Zhang Xiaoling. I don't know if you are..." Zhang Xiaoling looked up and down at the person and was sure that he had never seen this person. She has a good memory and has always been among the best in school.

"I'm your cousin Zhang Liang. I just came from the north. I just got off the train. It's really hard to find this place. I finally met the police on duty before I found out about this place. The strange man said it very well, and it really sounded like that.

Zhang Xiaoling did hear that his father had an older brother in his hometown, who was her uncle, and his uncle's son was indeed called Zhang Liang. However, didn't my father cut off letters with his relatives many years ago because of his hardship and hardship? How did this cousin come to the door?

It seemed that he had seen through the doubts in Zhang Xiaoling's heart and took the initiative to explain.

"Well, your brother and I have been here on a business trip these days, and my old man asked me to visit my uncle by the way. Your address was copied from the old man's letter from that year. Fortunately, your house has not moved yet, so it's not easy to find it. However, I just saw Bailian at the door, and it won't be my uncle..." Speaking of this, "Zhang Liang" glanced at the Eight Immortal Table at the end of the small room, which confirmed his guess, and his eyes showed sadness.

Zhang Xiaoling looked back at his father's posthumous photo on the table of the Eight Immortals, and his eyes turned red. At this time, she had believed that the person in front of her was a relative connected to her blood, otherwise his words could be so reliable? For a moment, the sadness and grievance surged out of my heart, and tears couldn't stop falling down.

"Brother...woo... You're late... Today, today is Dad's first seven... Whoo..." Zhang Xiaoling hugged the "brother" in front of him and choked.

"Sister, don't cry... There is a brother..." "Zhang Liang" was at a loss and had to gently pat Zhang Xiaoling on the shoulder and comfort him powerlessly.

"Sister, who is he!" A timid boy's voice sounded.

"Zhang Liang" looked up and saw a one-meter-wide flat** against the wall, sitting on a young man with beautiful eyebrows, looking very uneasy.

Hearing his brother's words, Zhang Xiaoling quickly left the broad shoulder of the "brother" and wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes with his sleeves before turning around and saying to his brother, "Brother! This is our brother Zhang Liang. Call me brother, good boy.

"Call him brother, can you have delicious food? I'm hungry, sister..." When my brother thought of food, his originally godless eyes flashed a strange brilliance.

"Brother, how can you...how can you do this!" Zhang Xiaoling's tears almost fell down again. I wanted to blame my brother for being too rude, but when I thought of my brother's situation, I couldn't say anything, but the bitterness in my heart was uncontrollable.

"Is this the little brother? Come on, my brother really brought some snacks this time. How can I be empty-handed when I visit my uncle who I haven't seen for many years? I wanted to find a supermarket to buy gifts after the station. I didn't want the train to be late. The supermarket was all closed, so I had to find a grocery store and buy some snacks. Here, just put it in this bag, Xiaoling, take it to your brother to eat.

"Zhang Liang" raised his hand and shook his handbag a few times to teach Zhang Xiaoyi to see clearly. Then he handed the handbag to Zhang Xiaoling and pulled a bench to sit down.

"Brother, be careful! Stool..." Zhang Xiaoling saw that "brother" was about to sit down and hurriedly stopped it. But it was too late to see "Zhang Liang" leaning back and about to fall down. It turns out that this stool is missing a leg...

At this moment, "Zhang Liang"'s body seemed to have no bones. He bent back, supported his hands on the ground hard, and his whole body bounced straight and stood on the side.

"Papa... My brother's martial arts are so powerful!" A burst of applause came. It turned out that Zhang Xiaoyi saw the scene just now and believed that this "brother" was a master of merit...

"I'm shocked, sister. Your brother, I practiced for a while when I was a child." Zhang Liang laughed at himself. This cheap brother helped him find a ready-made reason, and there was no need to trouble explaining it.

Zhang Xiaoling was shocked and patted his chest, looking at the "brother" with a little bit of worship. After giving the handbag to my younger brother, I moved a bench and put it in front of my brother. He said softly, "Brother, sit down. I'll pour you a glass of water."

"Zhang Liang" watched Zhang Xiaoling turn around and walk into the room and shook his head gently. The living environment of this sister and brother is really humble. A house of more than 20 square meters has two beds, an Eight Immortal table, a gas stove, and other necessary sundries. There is nothing else.

Zhang Xiaoling picked up the boiling water bottle and found that it was already empty. When my brother was hungry just now, he drank all the water...

"I'm sorry, brother. The water is gone. I'll burn a shell for you. Zhang Xiaoling shook the empty water bottle and said to "Zhang Liang" with embarrassment.

"Don't bother, your brother, I'm not thirsty. Besides, I can't stay too long. Don't be too troublesome. I have to go out to stay in a hotel later. By the way, Xiaoling. Now that my uncle is gone, your sister and brother must have difficulties in life, right? Why don't you give me a bank account, and I will be responsible for your sister and brother's living expenses in the future?" Zhang Liang said the ultimate purpose of his trip.

"Isn't this... right?" Zhang Xiaoling heard that his cousin intended to help his sister and brother, and a trace of joy flashed in his eyes, but...

"What's wrong? It's all my family. Uncle is not here. What does it matter if I do what I can do? Do you think so, Xiaoling? Besides, if you really mind, then let's think of it as if I borrowed it from you. In the future, Xiaoling will make money and return it to him. Well, it can be calculated as interest." Zhang Liang said easily, showing a sincere smile.

"Hmm..." Zhang Xiaoling felt warm in his heart and nodded heavily on his lower lip. The eyes turned red again.

"Brother, the food you gave is so delicious! Sister, let's not eat steamed buns in the future, okay? The food given by my brother is much more delicious than steamed bread. Zhang Xiaoyi shouted happily, still tearing the packaging bag of Wangwang snow cake in his hand. After taking out the snow cake inside, he put it in his mouth and chewed happily, making a crisp sound. Finally, put your finger out of the mouth and suck the debris on it.

"Eat more if it's delicious!" Zhang Liang looked back at Zhang Xiaoyi and smiled with a heartfelt smile.

"Brother..." Zhang Xiaoling choked...

At the end of the alley.

Old man Zhang crouted his body and thanked him for leaving! There are still many good people in the world.

An unknown stranger, after listening to a dead soul who should have returned to hell but somehow stayed in the world told the bitter story, decided to pretend to be the nephew of the dead soul to help his pair of children. Even if they were ghosts, they were extremely moved. Great kindness, there is no retribution, I would like to be a cow and a horse in the afterlife...

After leaving Zhang's family, his heart was extremely heavy. What the hell is going on? Why do the dead still stay in the world? If you hit two things in one day, the chance of an accident is very small. Is there something wrong with hell, or is it the evil spirits in the world?

He doesn't know why he thinks about these, why he sympathizes with these poor dead, and why he can't help but want to help them.

What's more ridiculous is that he doesn't know who he is at all. The first thing to worry about is his own business, rather than meddling around. This kind of thing should be caused by the hell. What does it have to do with him...

However, since he met him, he really can't stand by! What's more, he promised the little boy that he would definitely help him...