Mu Rong went to the paper-making shop, unexpectedly the shop was very clean, an aunt in her fifties put down the newspaper when she heard the door open and said to Mu Rong through thick reading glasses: "I don't sell goods, The boss is not at home."
Mu Rong smiled and said, "Auntie, I am the owner of the shop, who are you?"
The aunt opened the drawer and took out a photo, compared it carefully and said with a smile: "Oh, you are Mu Rong, right? I was hired by Xiao Wang to help you take care of the tree in the backyard. My name is Sun, you call me Aunt Sun will do."
"Xiao Wang? Is it Wang Hao?"
When Murong remembered that before he entered the mass grave in the Yellow Desert Ridge, he had indeed entrusted Wang Hao to help take care of the tree where Qin Huaian was lodged, he couldn't help feeling a little sad that it took several months, but the man was gone.
Murong nodded and looked around. He was very satisfied to see that the shop was clean and tidy, so he went around to the backyard to check the condition of the tree.
I saw Aunt Sun wrapped a thick layer of straw around the bottom of the tree trunk, and the snow in the yard was also swept into the corner.
Aunt Sun followed. She retired and had nothing to do at home, so she finally found such a leisurely job. I can get 1,500 yuan for reading newspapers and listening to operas every day. Although it is a bit far away, I can close the door and go home at three or four in the afternoon. I don’t know if I can stay when the boss comes back.
"This tree is from the south. The climate in the Northeast is cold. I have thought of a lot of solutions. A few days ago, there were bugs in the tree. I asked the sanitation department to give it a bottle. How do you see it?"
"Very good, Aunt Sun is interested, how much did Wang Hao give you a month before?"
"One thousand and five, for half a year at a time."
Mu Rong nodded, it seems that Aunt Sun's character is also very reliable: "I will pay you a year's salary later, and I have to go to a distant shop for something, so please continue to help me take care of it. The main thing is to take care of This tree, I'll leave a phone number for you, call me if you need anything."
Aunt Sun hurriedly agreed and smiled happily: "Miss, do you want tea? I brought Pu'er tea from home, let me make you a cup."
"Don't be busy, Auntie, I'm leaving now."
"Hey, then I'll see you off."
Walking to the door, Murong paused and turned his head and said, "You can sell the things in this shop as you like, and you can set the price yourself. Paper products tend to become brittle after a long time. In fact, making these things is very simple. If you don't If you mind, take the time to research and make some things to sell yourself, this shop is in a good location and the business is good."
Aunt Sun's face turned into a flower with a smile: "Why do you mind, who hasn't had that day yet! But I heard that the food in this industry is not something you can eat casually, you have to have a strong birthday..."
Mu Rong looked him up and down, and blurted out: "Don't worry, Auntie, you can hold on."
After saying this, Murong himself felt strange, but he didn't change his words.
"Then let me borrow your good words? I just retired and have nothing to do. My wife left early, my son and daughter-in-law are busy, and my grandson is going to college, hey."
"It's okay, this is my phone number, please keep it, everything else is fine, please take care of the tree in the backyard, please call me if you need anything."
Aunt Sun suddenly remembered something and shouted: "Hey! Wait a minute, girl!"
"Anything else?"
"Look at my memory, I almost forgot. Some time ago, two girls came to the shop to look for you. One was Bao Xiaoxuan and the other was Qu Tingting. They left a lot of gifts in the warehouse. I'll get them for you!"
"Oh, don't worry, Auntie, I'll give it to you."
"How can that be..."
Not allowing Aunt Sun to refuse, Mu Rong has already left the paper-making shop.
Mu Rong booked a train ticket for the day after tomorrow to go south. It just snowed a few days ago, so it wasn't cold.
It's a pity that the snow on the roads and roadsides in Northeast China has been seriously polluted in the past few years. It has long since lost its appearance of being covered in silver. It is almost Christmas, and many shopping malls are decorated with lights and festoons, and the festive atmosphere is strong.
Mu Rong dialed Bao Xiaoxuan's phone number, the other party was stunned and then surprised when he heard Mu Rong's voice, and immediately agreed to Mu Rong's appointment.
The crying of the baby came from the phone, and Murong remembered that Bao Xiaoxuan was five or six months pregnant when they met last time, and the baby should be half a year old now, time is so fast.
Bao Xiaoxuan walked into the teahouse wearing a down jacket and a red scarf, and was very pleasantly surprised to see Mu Rong: "Master Mu! Long time no see, how are you?"
Seeing Bao Xiaoxuan's full body, Mu Rong smiled and said, "Have you cut your hair?"
"My little bastard likes to pull my hair, so I just cut it off. You seem to have lost some weight and darkened, how are you doing recently? Where have you been with Master Sang and Xiaoyu during this time?"
Mentioning Sang Yu, Murong's eyes dimmed but he quickly recovered: "I went out to do some errands, I heard Aunt Sun said that you visited us?"
"Actually, there's nothing wrong with it. The first time I went, I wanted Master Sang to name the baby. Later, I just missed you. Why do you still want to leave?"
Murong nodded: "Be a backpacker and walk around."
A trace of reluctance flashed across Bao Xiaoxuan's face, and she slapped her thigh suddenly: "By the way, do you still remember the NPC's dream game?"
Mu Rong felt a sense of loss again, how he wished that time could go back to that time, even if he watched Sang Yu holding his phone all day and ignoring him, it would be fine.
She tightened the backpack in her arms and nodded.
"Oh my god, that game is a mental opium and has been completely taken off the shelves. I heard that many people committed suicide because of that game! I was scared to see a psychiatrist for two courses of treatment. I remember that Xiao Sang seemed to be Play, is she okay?"
Mu Rong shook his head, and the atmosphere fell into embarrassment. Bao Xiaoxuan rubbed her nose and asked casually, "What treasure are you carrying in this backpack? You've been holding it since you came in."
Mu Rong raised his head, his eyes looked a little empty, Bao Xiaoxuan felt uncomfortable seeing her eyes like this.
"It's Sangyu."
"What?" Bao Xiaoxuan suddenly realized, and stared at Mu Rong in disbelief, afraid that she had heard it wrong.
Seeing the sadness in Murong's eyes, and the shock and surprise in his heart were beyond words, it took a while before he whispered: "I'm sorry."
"It's nothing. I'm going to take Sang Yu around to see the scenery. I probably won't be returning to the Northeast in the near future. We haven't seen each other for a long time. I'm relieved to see that you are doing well."
Although Bao Xiaoxuan was full of doubts, because of Mu Rong's lonely expression, she stopped abruptly.
She looked at the backpack in Murong's arms again, tears streaming down her face involuntarily.
Murong took the initiative to take out a tissue and handed it to her: "Be careful, it's all over."
Bao Xiaoxuan sniffed: "I feel that you have changed a lot when you come back this time, and you will be fine in the future."
Bao Xiaoxuan originally wanted to say that Mu Rong had become more humane, and was no longer the cold person she remembered.
It was getting late and the two bid farewell. Before leaving, Bao Xiaoxuan gave Murong a big hug, and watched her carry a backpack and walk away. The sky was silently falling down with goose feather heavy snow, covering Murong. On the footprints, a thin layer.
Bao Xiaoxuan suddenly had an intuition in her heart: I will never see them again in this life.
The next day, Mu Rong met Qu Tingting again. Qu Tingting didn't come alone, she was accompanied by two nurses. She was pushed in a wheelchair, and she looked as haggard as a dried rose.
Seeing Mu Rong, Qu Tingting's eyes flashed a gleam of light but instantly dimmed, as if her dying body could no longer support such violent emotional fluctuations.
The nurse pulled the blanket on Bao Xiaoxuan's lap, bowed and said to Murong, "Miss Qu's physical condition is not very good recently, please try to compress the meeting time to less than half an hour."
"okay, I get it."
Qu Tingting stared at Mu Rong for a long time, and said softly, "I don't have much time."
…
Mu Rong was sitting on the train going south. This was the last carriage, and there were less than ten people in it.
She looked out of the window at the barren landscape that kept passing before her eyes, and countless pictures appeared in her mind.
I used to think that my life would be spent mechanically, and that I would have no regrets in this life if I could save my mother before the end of her life.
However, in the past three years, I have lived a thrilling life and exhausted my whole life.
"Everyone in the world is afraid of the Asura hell. How do you know that love is parted, resentment and hatred meet, what you can't ask for, and the five Yins are blazing; birth, old age, sickness and death are all suffering."
Murong deliberately chose the only green leather train reserved by the flower planter as a commemoration. It took more than 30 hours to reach the destination. The flight attendant pushed the small dining car and yelled the familiar slogan. Murong bought a cup of instant noodles and then lay down. Down.
Late at night, the train swayed slightly, and the last carriage became quiet.
Murong vaguely felt that the car had stopped several times, one of which was for a particularly long time, maybe it was passing through a hub station, Mu Rong thought so.
Just when Murong was about to fall asleep with her backpack in her arms, she suddenly felt a biting chill, which made her open her eyes suddenly.
wrong! It was so quiet in the car.
Murong tightened his grip on the backpack in his hand, pricked up his ears to listen to the movement around him, there was a deathly silence.
There is a thick layer of ice on the window above the head. This situation is not uncommon in the Northeast, but the car has been driving for nearly 20 hours and it shouldn't be so cold!
Suddenly, Murong heard the voices of children playing, it was a boy and a girl.
Murong sat up slowly and put the backpack on her back. The moment she lifted the quilt, a chill pierced through the thick cotton coat on her body.
She put on her shoes lightly, and saw a layer of ice in the bottle of mineral water she put on the table.
As soon as Murong stepped into the narrow aisle, the children's laughter stopped abruptly.
The soles of my feet slipped and I managed to stand still while holding onto the bed next to me. The long aisle was icy with a bright luster against it!
Mu Rong saw someone lying on the shop diagonally opposite, and walked over with the help of the shop: "Sir, sir? Wake up."
There was a layer of hoarfrost on the man's mouth, nose and eyebrows, and there was no reaction.
"Sir?" Murong raised his hand to check the man's breath, and he died!