Reborn back to the time before I sold my blood to support my scumbag boyfriend's college educat

"Luo Dayou, come over and see which pen your son likes. He can take whichever one he likes; don't worry about the price."

Pei Shizhou led Luo Dayou straight to the bookstore. Luo Dayou was familiar with the fountain pens in the bookstore, as he had been there several times before.

His son had brought him here once before, and his son had told Luo Dayou which pen he wanted. Luo Dayou's eyes were fixed on the neatly arranged pens, which gleamed with a unique luster under the light.

One pen in particular caught my eye; its body was a deep, calm brown, and it was engraved with exquisite patterns, making it look like a work of art passed down from ancient times.

A small ruby ​​is set at the top of the pen cap, shimmering with a captivating light. The pen clip is silver with sleek lines and engraved with the pen brand's logo.

Opening the cap, the nib was a gleaming gold, smooth and rounded, promising a very fluid writing experience. Luo Dayou recalled his son pointing to this pen and excitedly telling him about his dream pen—this was the very one before him.

He reached out and gently picked it up, feeling the texture of the pen. Pei Shizhou said from the side, "Take this one, kid, you have good taste."

"No need, let me take another look."

Luo Dayou put the pen back where it was. The pen cost 258 yuan, but he wanted to find one that cost a little over 100 yuan.

Pei Shizhou didn't say anything, picked up his pen to pay, and Luo Dayou followed anxiously behind him.

"Comrade Pei, really, there's no need. This pen is too valuable."

"It's okay, just answer my questions properly later."

As long as there's a clue about Xia Guoan, Pei Shizhou will buy him not just one pen, but a hundred.

"I will definitely tell you everything I know, and I won't hide anything from you."

"I'm so sure," Luo Dayou said confidently. Thinking of his son's gleaming eyes as he looked at the pen, he didn't refuse Pei Shizhou's offer. Pei Shizhou paid and handed the pen to Luo Dayou.

"Take the pen, we'll hurry to your house."

Luo Dayou nodded, his heart filled with anticipation for his son. He could almost see the joy on his son's face when he received the pen.

On their way home, the two stopped for a meal, taking five minutes in between. Forty minutes later, they arrived at Luo Dayou's house, which was located in an alley, inaccessible to Pei Shizhou's car. He parked the car and walked in with Luo Dayou.

"Comrade Pei, turn left up ahead and you'll reach my house. Be careful, the road is rough."

It's already past seven o'clock, and it's completely dark. Luo Dayou lives here, so he can walk home even in the dark. This is Pei Shizhou's first time here, and he's worried that Pei Shizhou might accidentally bump into something.

"It's alright, just lead the way."

Pei Shizhou had been to places with even worse conditions when he was a soldier, so this road was nothing to him. The further he went in, the more dilapidated the surrounding environment became.

"Comrade Pei, we've arrived. This is the apartment my brother and I rent together. My parents are home too; there are quite a few people here."

Hearing the noise, the person inside came out to open the door. It was a boy of about ten years old, who asked with a worried look on his face, "Dad, why are you so late today? Everyone is waiting for you to eat."

Then, a few people came out one after another, including children, elderly people, and a woman who was about the same age as Luo Dayou.

Uncle

Uncle

"dad"

"Dayou, who is this...?"

An elderly woman in her fifties or sixties looked at Pei Shizhou and asked curiously, "Is she Luo Dayou's mother?"

"Mom, this is..."

Pei Shizhou, fearing that Luo Dayou might say something inappropriate, quickly interrupted him.

"Auntie, hello. Uncle Luo helped me out today, so I came back a little late. I'm sorry to have worried you."

"It's alright, my son is just very kind-hearted. Come in!"

Mrs. Luo happily invited Pei Shizhou inside. Her son had been a sanitation worker for ten years. He had found countless things and helped countless people, but very few had come to thank him like Pei Shizhou had.

"Licheng, go get this older brother a bowl and chopsticks."

As soon as they entered the house, Luo's mother told her eldest grandson to get some bowls and chopsticks.

"Auntie, no need, Uncle Luo and I have already eaten. You two go and eat."

Pei Shizhou wasn't lying. Not long after buying the pen and leaving the house, he heard Luo Dayou's stomach growling, so he took him out to eat.

"It's okay, have some more."

Aunt Luo said warmly that everyone except her youngest son and his wife, who had to work overtime, would be coming home for dinner, so dinner would be quite substantial, with both vegetables and meat.

"Mom, we just ate, we're not hungry, you guys eat! Licheng, come in with me, I need to talk to you. Comrade Pei, you come too."

"Dayou, Xiaocheng hasn't eaten yet! Can't we talk about it after he finishes eating?"

"Mother Luo said with a displeased look. They cooked dinner and waited for Dayou for more than an hour. Not to mention her grandson, she was starving herself."

"Yes! Don't let my grandson go hungry," Mr. Luo said, his face full of disapproval.

"Mom and Dad, don't worry about me, I have something important to discuss with Licheng."

The two elderly people were unhappy and wanted to say something more, but Luo Dayou's wife spoke first.

"Mom and Dad, let's go eat. Xiao Cheng just had some snacks to tide him over, he'll be fine."

She knew her husband well and knew he was sensible, so she joined in persuading the two elderly people, and they stopped saying anything more.

Luo Dayou and Pei Shizhou left first, while Luo Licheng reluctantly followed behind.

"Licheng, close the door."

Luo Dayou led them to Luo Licheng, Luo Liwei and Luo Licong's room, and then turned on the lights.

The house the Luo family rented had five rooms, a kitchen, a living room, and a small courtyard. Luo Dayou's younger brother had a son and a daughter. The son shared a room with Luo Dayou's two sons, while the daughter had her own room.

"Dad, what's up?"

"Where's the pen I gave you last time? Give it to me."

Luo Licheng didn't say anything, walked over to the desk, opened the drawer, took out a fountain pen, and handed it to his father.

Although the pen looked nice, Luo Licheng knew it wasn't new, so he didn't bring it to school.

To be honest, he liked it quite a bit, but since it wasn't new, he felt a little uneasy about it.

"Here's a pen I bought for you. Take it."

Luo Dayou took the pen and then carefully took out a new pen from his pocket.

Luo Licheng's eyes lit up instantly. His hands trembled as he took the pen, his eyes filled with surprise and delight. "Dad, is this for me? It's so beautiful!"

He gripped the pen tightly, as if afraid it would suddenly disappear.

"Yes, it's for you."

Upon hearing Luo Dayou's reply, Luo Licheng happily said, "Thank you, Dad. You're so good to me."

"Why don't you go out and eat first?"

"it is good"

Luo Licheng left with a big smile on his face, carefully putting the pen into the drawer before he left.

After Luo Licheng left, Luo Dayou handed the pen in his hand to Pei Shizhou.

Pei Shizhou examined the pen carefully. He had only ever seen pens in Xia Guoan's breast pocket before, and he didn't know if this was the one in front of him.

"Comrade Pei, please ask me anything you want. I will definitely tell you everything I know."

Pei Shizhou nodded and said, "I hope you can describe the process of picking up the pen. Please tell us any details. This is very important to us."

Luo Dayou frowned and thought for a while before saying, "There was nothing special about picking up the pen, but ever since that day, I've been afraid that people in the yard would come out looking for that pen."

I always paid special attention to the situation there when I went to work. One morning I noticed a sound coming from there, like something was hitting the wall.

That family had a mentally challenged man in his twenties, along with his parents. They both had jobs and were often away from home for days at a time, leaving the mentally challenged man alone at home.

I was afraid something had happened, so I went to check, but strangely, no one was home. A while later, the idiot came back; I clearly heard a sound.