"What are you doing, get up quickly?"
This kneeling left Lin Yifan a bit stunned.
Instinctively, he reached out to pull Xizhu.
Xizhu stubbornly pushed Lin Yifan's hand away, with tears in his eyes.
"Brother, if you don't agree to this, I won't get up."
"Whatever it is, get up and talk. As long as I can do it, I'll definitely help. There's no point in kneeling."
Lin Yifan pulled and dragged until he finally got Xizhu to stand up.
Sitting on the edge of the kang, Xizhu took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, handed one to Lin Yifan, and lit it for him.
"Brother, I'll be honest with you. I've been married for three years, but we don't have a child. I get talked about behind my back in the village every day. My parents can't hold their heads up in the village. Now, I leave the house before dawn and only dare to come back after dark, afraid of running into people on the road."
Xizhu clenched his fists, his face growing redder.
