The old things I repaired have become fine

Chapter 39: Mo Dou, why do you want to harass other people’s families?

It seemed that he was not the only one involved in the quarrel. The green space in the center of the community was bustling with people, and a large group of people gathered there, watching with great interest, whispering, and pointing fingers.

Shen Le didn't have the energy to squeeze in, so he took two steps back and stood on the flower bed next to him, craning his neck to look around:

The wife's face was red, and her hair, which had been dyed and permed with inferior chemicals, was now in a mess, with some sticking up and some falling down. But she didn't care to take care of it at all, and just pulled her husband and dragged him out of the community:
"Let's go! Get a divorce!"

"Xiu Lan...Xiu Lan, don't be like this..."

The middle-aged man fell backwards, his knees slightly bent, his feet pressed firmly against the ground. He refused to fight with his wife, but he also refused to be dragged out by her. He just stayed firmly in place, begging:
"You can ask me to do anything you want me to do. If you think I'm wrong, I'll change it! Just don't get a divorce... If I get a divorce, how can I live like this?"

The crowd was whispering. Some said the wife was cruel, some said she didn't care about the children, and some said she was a dog who couldn't get a house.

The wife ignored all these comments and just stared at her husband without blinking, her face flushed and tears in the corners of her eyes:

“You change?
When did you change?
I told you to lift up the toilet seat when you go to the toilet. I've told you so many times, have you changed?
Every time he doesn't carry it, his urine drips onto the toilet seat, and I have to wipe it every time!"

"I do everything at home, big or small. When I ask you to buy vegetables, you can't even buy them properly. You either buy them too expensive or they are not fresh!
The roots of the vegetables I bought today are all rotten. No matter how many times I told you to pick them up, you didn’t remember to do it!"

"You don't mop the floor, you don't wash the clothes, and when I ask you to wash the dishes, you only wash the dishes. You don't even wash the pot or wipe the stove..."

Shen Le stood in the crowd in a daze, completely confused. That's it? Is this worth getting a divorce?

Obviously, they are just trivial matters, the size of a fingernail. If he doesn't wash the dishes, just send him to wash the pot. Why is it necessary to bring him up like this and scold him, or even ask for a divorce?

He had heard that young couples could end up arguing over whether to squeeze toothpaste from the end or the middle, and he thought it was an exaggeration. But he didn't expect it to be true?

He couldn't understand it at all. Looking around, he saw that many old men in the crowd also looked indignant, but the old ladies and middle-aged women looked sympathetic.

Another old lady turned her head and glared at the old man next to her fiercely:
"What are you looking at! You're exactly like him! If it weren't for my good temper, I would have divorced you long ago!"

"Yes, yes, you are the best to me..."

In the middle of the crowd, the couple was still arguing, or the wife's unilateral accusation was still continuing.

After a long while, a man and a woman wearing volunteer uniforms and carrying garbage bags, who were obviously neighborhood committee members, squeezed in:
"Alright, alright, stop standing around and watching! - You two too, stop arguing here. If you have anything to say, go home and talk it out!"

The two people who came were probably familiar with the quarreling couple. The man pulled the husband, and the woman pulled the wife, and they pushed and persuaded them into the doorway of the residential building.

Shen Le stood there and just breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the lead weight jumping wildly, obviously wanting him to follow.

He held the lead weight, stuffed it into his backpack, and zipped it up. The lead weight stabbed left and right in the bag, making the backpack bulge, like a needle stuck in a bag, the tip of which was immediately visible.

"You want me to keep reading? Okay, okay..."

Shen Le was not a member of the neighborhood committee, nor was he a neighbor or acquaintance of the couple. It was impossible for him to get an invitation and sneak into their home. Therefore, he had to wait for a while until they entered the doorway before he followed them and walked up slowly. As he climbed up floor by floor, his wife's crying became clearer and clearer:

"...I don't do anything at home. I do everything, such as buying food, cleaning, and doing the kids' homework..."

"Before the New Year, everyone in the family passed away. He just lay there. I had a fever of 39.3 degrees, but I still had to get up to take care of the elderly and children..."

"When Linlin was born, I asked for a caesarean section, but he couldn't even afford the money for the operation, so I was in pain for a whole day and night..."

Through the thin wooden door, Shen Le couldn't hear her husband's voice, but could only hear his wife's endless crying. After listening for a while, he felt his head explode:
If I remember correctly, your child is at least fifteen years old! You just had a fight, even if you want to divorce, why bother to bring up the past fifteen years?
However, the neighborhood committee staff inside the door and the neighbors who came to persuade them were all very patient, or rather, they were used to this kind of situation.

The wife cried for a while, and then she heard an old lady's voice, slowly and quietly persuading her:

"When a couple lives together, we can't just look at the bad things, we have to look at the good things as well. - At least, Xiao Zheng doesn't smoke, drink, play cards or mahjong, right? He also never beats his wife..."

What? Not smoking, not drinking, not gambling, not committing domestic violence, isn’t this basic quality?
Shen Le stood outside the door and just thought it was ridiculous. When could such a thing be considered an advantage?

How despicable must a person be to make those who come to mediate regard these as his virtues!
The lead weight was still jumping around in the backpack, but it was not jumping as fast. Shen Le had no intention of listening to these trivial things. He walked up one floor and squatted at the corner of the stairs to comfort it:

"Don't quarrel, don't make a scene. What do you want me to do? You're not going to persuade them to reconcile, are you? How can I persuade them? Just knock on the door and go in? I don't even know them!"

The ink line stretched and shortened, the lead weight jumped from the bottom of the backpack to the zipper, and then rolled from one corner of the backpack to another. Finally, the door opened, and the people who came to persuade filed out and went downstairs.

Shen Le stood at the corner of the stairs on the upper floor, listening attentively. Soon, all the outsiders left and there was silence. However, the quieter it was, the more violently the lead weight jumped, almost turning the backpack into a fishing net.

Shen Le had no choice but to walk slowly down. When he was still more than a meter away from the door of the house, suddenly, the lead weight jumped out of the backpack impatiently -

Whoosh!
Boom!
Whoosh!
Boom!
Swish swish, boom boom boom…

Shen Le was stunned, watching the lead weight jumping around on the door frame, up and down, left and right, in irregular Brownian motion. It jumped, stopped, and then a line of ink bounced up, then jumped again, and stopped again...

"gone!"

He rushed forward, grabbed the lead weight, and dragged it back with all his might. In this short while, the ink line had been drawn in all directions, 17 or 18 lines on the door, covering the entire wooden door!
　The cat's phone is broken...

　　The cat is crying loudly, the cat is crying loudly, the cat is crying very loudly...

　　The cat stretched out its pink paws, asking for a hug, to stroke its fur, to be comforted...

　　Please save your guaranteed monthly tickets for now, save them for Monday, May 5th, so that we can rush to the new book list together... This week's new book list has been scrapped anyway, so sad

　　
　
(End of this chapter)