Su Qiao was thinking about something and didn't stop him: "Oh, go ahead."
After watching TV for a while, Su Qiao felt bored and went back to his room to draw the design for the competition.
I finally got an inspiration and hadn't been painting for long when I heard a noisy sound from next door coming from the balcony.
The voice was so loud that it seemed like it was shouting in her ear.
After enduring for more than ten minutes, there was no sign of things stopping, and she really couldn't bear it anymore.
I walked to the balcony and shouted towards the balcony next door: "Hey, can you stop making noise? If you don't take a rest, don't others need to take a rest too?"
An old lady ran out of the balcony holding a sheet or something, and shouted arrogantly: "I'm quarreling at home, not at your house, it's none of your business!"
"She looks like a foxy girl and wears so little. Who is she trying to seduce?"
"Fuck, who are these people?"
Su Qiao was so angry that he almost couldn't breathe.
Just because she is beautiful, does that mean she looks like a foxy person
Wearing a silk pajamas at home, is this meant to seduce people
If the old lady hadn't shouted and then went into the house, she really wanted to roll up her sleeves and have a quarrel with her.
He becomes more and more rude and disrespectful as he gets older.
444 looked at the family next door and immediately became furious:
Host, that old woman is too much. Her daughter-in-law just gave birth to a child three days ago, and today she asked her to get up and cook and mop the floor for them, and even asked her to wash the sheets with cold water. It's really too much!
"Where's her husband? Is he dead?"
Su Qiao had actually heard something vaguely.
Because the two balconies are only three or four meters apart, and the noise over there is louder.
444 snorted indignantly: He really looked a bit like dead. He just sat there smoking and sulking. It was probably because he gave birth to a daughter and not a son.
"show me."
Since he couldn't continue painting anyway, Su Qiao simply sat cross-legged on the small coffee table on the balcony.
The small two-bedroom, one-living-room suite next door was cluttered with things.
An old woman stood at the door of the bathroom and threw the sheet in her hand over the head of a woman in the bathroom:
"Don't look so sad. I just asked you to wash the quilt. Am I bullying you?"
The woman squatting next to the big foot basin was a little fat and her face was a little pale. She might have just given birth and her body had not recovered yet.
"But... But I'm still in confinement, and my mom said I can't touch cold water."
Upon hearing this, Old Lady Li became even angrier and almost poked her forehead with her finger:
"Your mother, your mother, I only know your mother. Your mother asked you to give birth to a son, so why haven't you been obedient?"
"Humph, you're still talking about confinement. Are you worthy of confinement?"
"Hurry up and wash it for me. You just slack off every day. I don't know how your parents taught you."
The woman looked at the man sitting on the small sofa in the living room and smoking, and her lips moved twice: "Shizhong..."
Old Madam Li stepped in front of her and glared at her fiercely: "It's no use calling him. Who told you to give birth to a money-losing baby?"
"You have brought shame to our Li family. Do you know how our hometown called and laughed at Shizhong today? You lazy woman, you still called him with good intentions."
Li Shizhong took a long puff of his cigarette irritably. "Mom, can you please stop arguing? It's giving me a headache."
"I… "
Just as Mrs. Li was about to say something, she heard a baby crying from the bedroom in the inner room.
Lin Mei got up in a hurry and wiped her body with her wet hands: "Mom, Nini is crying. She must be hungry. I'll go feed her..."
Old Mrs. Li’s bucket-like body blocked the narrow bathroom doorway: “What are you feeding? Didn’t you just feed me a while ago?”