Because her son was temporarily in the ICU, Mrs. Qian had time to get out of the hospital, and she had to rush back soon. The patient's condition was unstable, and nothing might happen at night.
She was too old to have the energy to take care of the dying patients, and then to find a way to inquire about the situation of the three apprentices, so she had to look aside.
The door of the ICU is like the old Chunyun train station. There are people laying on the floor. A small quilt in the corner belongs to Mrs. Qian. The small quilt is pink and pink. She made the quilt herself the year she got married. .
A few family members of the patients were talking softly on the side, maybe they were discussing the cost of hospitalization. Halfway through the conversation, they were a little out of breath. They were reminded by a passing nurse, so they spread out their sulking anger, divided them into groups, and went outside to smoke. .
Others were talking on the phone, sitting on the ground with their backs against the wall, speaking in a breathless voice and sounding like a dying patient.
More people who were going to spend the night here have already lied down—only lying down, except for the homeless, few people can sleep in such a place, some people toss and turn, some face the wall motionless, some people hide in their coats and keep pressing. Mobile phone, get up and sit for a while when you are tired.
There is no one crying here, and there is no sacredness and thinking about life.
Everyone looks tired.
When lying down, the old lady Qian thought: "Rescue it again."
Listening to herself, she felt that the voice in her heart was neither rejoicing nor gratitude, so she didn't dare to think about it, so she turned over and tightly pressed the cloth bag she was carrying in her arms, which contained the cash that Gang Leader Yang had just given her. Twenty thousand.
Gang Leader Yang sent Mrs Qian away, carried his green cane, and walked slowly back from the ATM at the intersection. Yu Lanchuan was beside him, lowered his eyes, and he said calmly, "Grandpa, I have to go to work tomorrow. I'll take you home. I'll go first."
Uncle Yang looked at him.
Yu Lanchuan's graceful profile face looks like it was produced on an assembly line, with the standard expressions of senior white-collar workers - the left half of the face is "I'm in a hurry", the right half of the face is "Not interested", and there is an "oh" on the top of his forehead. .
"If you need the victim's understanding, I can give it, no problem." Yu Lanchuan said, "If you need my help, I can provide the contact information of a few friends, all of whom work on the fundraising platform, and can help them with a fundraising project. When the project is on stage, I can also help to forward it to confirm the authenticity of the fundraising.”
Uncle Yang has never heard of such a new thing. This year, the old man learned how to send and receive red envelopes. His family taught him three times, but he forgot four times. So? Can you raise money?"
Yu Lanchuan said lightly: "If someone donates, it can be raised."
As for whether anyone will donate, Yu Lanchuan is not very optimistic. Everyone has been "experienced in cheating". Now I search the name of non-profit organizations on the Internet, and the following related questions must include "Is XX reliable? Is it a liar?" and so on.
"Stop dreaming, no one will donate." Someone suddenly interrupted. The two looked up and saw Yang Yifan crawling out of their car and waving to the driver. It seemed that she was out for a party and had a drink. He walked over, stretched out an arm, no big or small, and put it on the shoulder of Uncle Yang, "How boring and boring this story is - middle-aged man, no money for medical treatment, his life is dying - where is the breaking point? There are middle-aged and elderly men dying all over the world, grandpa! Where can he attract traffic?"
Uncle Yang sneezed at the smell of her perfume, shrugged his shoulders, and shook her off: "You stand up straight for me, like a second-rate, no one!"
"Grandpa, it's not the same as before." Yang Yifan didn't listen to him, and dipped a cigarette in front of the old man, "Have you never heard of that sentence?' Buying a watch, let the social public service agency take care of other people's affairs. Since I have paid taxes, I have fulfilled my social obligations, which means that I have indirectly helped them! They still have difficulties, so there is no other way. It is said that public welfare is not enough, and there are people who need help more than them. You say, is this the truth?"
Uncle Yang: "Go go go... Go go! Don't care about the bullshit, and talk sarcastic words, go back and sober yourself up!"
Yang Yifan laughed, put his pockets in his pockets, and walked away.
Yu Lanchuan—Because he didn't know Mr. Yang that well, and he didn't speak like his granddaughter, he had no choice but to express his approval of Miss Yang with facial expressions and body language, and politely said goodbye to Mr. Yang: "Then I will first Go to the tenth floor to see if there is any utility bills that need to be cleared, and go first."
For contemporary young people, "taking care of one's own affairs and not causing trouble to others" is the highest self-discipline and moral standard. Social ideas are simply feudal aftertastes.
Lao Yang stood in the yard with a cane. As soon as he looked up and saw the full moon, he knew that it was almost the "15th". This month's 15th was the Mid-Autumn Festival, and the neighborhood committee put up a poster half a month in advance. Remind people to "civilize sacrifice sweeps, prohibit burning paper money", and even the dead must be "civilized"!
He felt that he was getting old, the rivers and lakes were dying, and he was exhausted.
Yu Lanchuan checked the grandfather's house - the last time he left, he forgot to close the windows, and there was a layer of floating soil in the house. He planned to invite an hourly worker to come over next weekend, and then clean it once a month. He absently turned off the light and locked the door, Yu Lanchuan still didn't know what to do with the house.
Passing the next door, he paused in his footsteps, thinking of that secret Gan Qing.
He looked at the house number 1003 with a complicated look, thinking: Is she really that person
Suddenly, the door of 1003 opened from the inside. Before Yu Lanchuan could react, Gan Qing stuck his head out: "What's the matter?"
Yu Lanchuan's eyes flashed: "... passing by."
After he finished speaking, he raised his legs and left, but Gan Qing suddenly stopped him: "Hey, wait."
Yu Lanchuan's heart jumped for no reason, she turned her head, and saw Gan Qing fumbling in her pocket for a long time, and found a roll of crumpled change. She picked up the tickets with a face value of more than 20 yuan, rolled them into a bundle, and handed them to her. He: "Please help me deliver it to the sisters of those few people. It's not convenient for me to show up, and I don't have a few dollars, so I should buy a meal for the old lady."
Yu Lanchuan raised an eyebrow.
"If I didn't save a few bucks today, I had to wait for the regular bus. Maybe I could arrive earlier, five minutes earlier, and this might not be the result." Gan Qing pinched a little regretfully with a calm despair. Pinching the remaining cash, "mainly... I saw that the car with the prefix 'special' couldn't lift its feet. It was a conditioned reflex, not intentional."
Yu Lanchuan took the wad of change: "Didn't you say that you only have three yuan left in your life?"
"Yes," Gan Qing said confidently, "but don't you all know that I lied to you?"
How can you be so innocent and cute, do you still believe it
Yu Lanchuan: "…"
She certainly isn't!
After going back, Yu Lanchuan did what he said, first chatted with Liu Zhongqi, issued a letter of understanding, then found an acquaintance, and put the matter on the Internet to "raise money for a serious illness" for Mrs. Qian.
After such a terrifying experience, the troublesome younger brother was finally honest. As soon as the school started, he was tied up. Every day Yu Lanchuan finished overtime, and he hadn't finished his homework, so he finally didn't have time to go out and make trouble. At work, several unresolved matters have come to the fore, and the source of stress has been temporarily reduced, which makes him relieved. The office is as festive as the Chinese New Year.
And Mrs. Qian's fundraising project, as expected, received little attention.
The granddaughter of a wealthy person knows that "buying a bag and buying a watch" is not enough. Uncle Yang had to find some of his old friends. Everyone counted the pension and collected hundreds of thousands of dollars. What is more surprising is that Liu Zhongqi actually saved more than 2,000 yuan from his pocket money and his brother's daily rewards, and wanted to donate it to Mrs. Qian. Yu Lanchuan's quarterly award just came down, and he had money to buy glasses, so he added some money to his brother and rounded up a whole number of 10,000 to send it.
In addition, Gan Qing gave a stack of gross receipts, as well as several subordinates of Yu Lanchuan's department. Seeing the link forwarded in his circle of friends, he clicked on it and donated three to five hundred per person, using the special fund for flattery.
Then no one cares.
This amount of money sounds like a lot, but it’s a drop in the bucket, not to mention the cost of treatment and surgery, which can’t keep up with the cost of hospitalization in the ICU.
But everyone has really done their best.
On weekends, Yu Lanchuan made an appointment as a part-time worker to go to the grandfather's house to clean up. The part-time worker was working, so he moved a chair and sat at the door to blow the wind through the hall. With the wind. As soon as the door next door slammed, Yu Lanchuan sat up subconsciously, with a noble and glamorous face, staring at his computer screen without raising his head.
The next door said, "Yo, rare guest, is Xiaochuan here?"
Yu Lanchuan: "...Grandma Zhang is early."
Waste of emotion.
Just when he looked back indifferently, there was a soft "ding" in the elevator, and someone came up.
The visitor was a strong-aged man, dressed in dusty clothes and carrying a huge snakeskin bag. He glanced blankly at the long and narrow corridor, and when he saw Yu Lanchuan, he asked in a strong foreign accent: "Let me ask, the leader of the alliance lives here. One floor?"
Yu Lanchuan stood up: "My grandfather has passed away."
"Hey, I know, I even put incense on the old leader in my hometown, so you are Xiao Yu? I'll find you!" The big man said, running over in a hurry, and slapped the big snakeskin bag from his shoulders. He came down and slapped it into Yu Lanchuan's hand. The thing weighed several hundred kilograms. Yu Lanchuan took it over inexplicably, his wrist sank suddenly, and he grabbed it with a quick breath, almost smashing his foot.
The big man wiped his sweat: "I've been on the train for two days, alas, it's a long way to go!"
Only then did Yu Lanchuan realize that 1004 was an "office": "Oh, please come in and sit..."
"Don't sit, don't sit," the big man waved his hand, "I still have to take the afternoon train to go back, which is the same train every day. Xiao Yu, Yan Ning, I am not familiar with the place in my life, you are the descendant of the old alliance leader. Here it is, I don't worry!"
Yu Lanchuan: "What..."
The big man didn't give him a chance to speak at all, took a half step back, knelt down with a "pop", and kowtowed at him twice, causing the floor to make a "bang".
Yu Lanchuan: "…"
what to do! I'm going to call the police!
Dahan said: "More than 30 years ago, my mother was pregnant with me and took the train back to her mother's house. On the way, she had acid reflux and wanted to vomit. She opened the window and bumped into someone who was breaking the window. She reached out and grabbed her luggage and ran away. My mother was young and arrogant, and because she knew how to do tricks, she was unwilling to give up her money, so she robbed them and forced the thieves to use the murder weapon. , I don't have any more! We don't know that Uncle Qian is gone all these years, and Mrs. Qian's life is like this, we are sorry for our benefactor, we don't have the face to see her, we kowtow, and please bring Xiao Yu to bring it."
Yu Lanchuan obeyed: "No, how do I bring it? Wait, don't run! You haven't said who you are!"
The big man didn't answer, jumped up, clasped his fist at him, and then ran off the stairs as if being chased by a big wolf dog.
The sturdy snakeskin bag was also overwhelmed, and it cracked with a "sizzle", and the thing fell to the ground.
There are dry goods and mountain treasures, native products, bedding, handmade snacks, as well as more than 20 big apples and a jar of homemade kimchi!
Yu Lanchuan: "…"
And under the pile of unbelievable pieces of chicken and dogs, there are stacks of neatly arranged renminbi, tied with small strips of paper, on which is written: "The grass is tied to the ring, and there is no reward."
In the past 40 years, the seedlings that were planted unintentionally in those days actually came to fruition.