Gan Qing was supposed to be in Star Dream at this time, but today happened to be the day to buy goods. Ms. Zhang Meizhen was very interested in small accessories and asked her to take them home and choose them for herself. So just as she went upstairs with several kilograms of trinkets, she was stopped by a row of apples coming from afar.
She looked ahead along the apple, and saw that Mr. Yu was wearing an ironed French shirt with mother-of-pearl cufflinks ordered, and the lenses of his new glasses glowed blue-green, as if he was preparing to attend the Boao Forum... He was holding a plastic-sealed smoked chicken in his left hand, a bag of dim sum that was about to break into pieces in his right hand, and a small quilt under his feet, wrapped in a well-sealed kimchi jar.
"..." Gan Qing was shocked by this super mashup, "The days are over?"
Yu Lanchuan didn't know that it was too late to pretend that he was helping Grandma Zhang pick up things.
Grandma Zhang was obviously unwilling to carry this earthen pot. When the two young people pouted their butts and filled the corridor to pick up apples, the old man put on shoes and put on lipstick in front of the full-length mirror at the door: "I heard that a single old woman came to look for it that day. Yang Qing, it turned out to be her."
"Yang Qing" is the name of Uncle Yang, and Yu Lanchuan saw it on the elegiac couplet he gave to Uncle Yang.
Yu Lanchuan keenly heard something from the words "single old woman" and raised his head in disbelief.
Gan Qing turned her back, stretched out her hand and pointed downstairs, and squinted at the enchanting Ms. Zhang Meizhen, and made a mouth shape - "spare tire".
Yu Lanchuan was about to stand up with the apple, but his legs softened and he almost knelt back.
Gan Qing turned her head and asked, "Sister Meizhen, who is she?"
Yu Lanchuan looked at her again in disbelief - can people nowadays be so shameless in order to curry favor with the landlord
Zhang Meizhen put elastin on her hair and said patiently: "She is called Qian Xiaoying. When she was young, she had a fierce and violent temper. Some people called her 'Flying Leg Pepper'. Later, she grew up and got married." Little Chili' sounded disrespectful, so the big guy changed it to 'Manshanhong', and she is also a beauty. Back then, there were a few boring idlers who ranked on the beauty list, and I remember her ranking fifth or sixth."
Gan Qing said calmly, "Oh."
Zhang Meizhen asked strangely, "What do you know, little girl?"
Gan Qing found a very thick needle, put five strands of cotton thread on it, and sewed the torn snakeskin bag quickly. After going back and forth for two needles, she said without looking up: "The top of the list is yours. That list."
Yu Lanchuan: "…"
Where is the shame
Zhang Meizhen was stunned for a moment, then she laughed so hard that she didn't deny it. She probed and asked Yu Lanchuan, "What's wrong with her?"
Yu Lanchuan explained the matter in a few words.
"Tsk, it's so miserable." Zhang Meizhen took two steps back, looked at her body shape, and said without any hesitation, "Then isn't she going to become a lonely old man?"
Yu Lanchuan didn't want to gossip with other people's troubles behind his back, so he didn't pick up.
"It's nothing," Zhang Meizhen let out a sigh of relief, "who isn't a lonely old man?"
Gan Qing and Yu Lanchuan were stunned at the same time, Zhang Meizhen had already picked up the Xiaokun bag and walked away.
After the hourly workers were finished, Yu Lanchuan hired a few people and moved the resealed snakeskin bag to Mrs. Qian and the others' temporary rental house, then took out the money and escorted it to the hospital in person, and took a closer look. Couldn't find any clues of the old "Mountain Red" from that face.
Yu Lanchuan didn't want to say more. He put down his things and left. The paper bag he left behind was too big. At first, Mrs. Qian thought it was food. It's gone.
After all, modern motor vehicles are much more advanced than the broken trains that were pulling coal in the mountains a few decades ago.
Mrs. Qian stood at the intersection for a while, and found a line of words on the seal of the paper bag.
It was written: 200,000 whole, "kowtow" brother sent, Yu Lanchuan handed it over.
After sending the money back, Yu Lanchuan sorted out the materials for Monday's regular meeting and was fine. In the afternoon, the sky is high and the sun is bright, which is a rare good weather. Usually, on such a rest day, he will invite a few friends from the circle to play golf, like swiping a level in a game, and socialize very utilitarian.
Today, Yu Lanchuan suddenly lost his interest. In retrospect, he was not interested in any ball games at all, and he didn't even bother to watch the games. He ended up playing with others and talking to his friends about the so-called "policy trends". In line with the times", it sounds very advanced at first glance, but in fact, there is no essential difference between chatting with a little girl in middle school and gossip about celebrities - they are all nonsense. As for the "personal connections" developed by playing football and dining, let alone whether it can be used when it is really useful, even in the circle of friends to raise funds for a serious illness, no one clicks in to take a look, just give money for coffee, it can be seen that it is also illusory.
Yu Lanchuan surfed the Internet for a while aimlessly, and suddenly made up his own mind with both hands, and went to search for "stealing the train party", but found no results, he followed the "two money" deeds introduced to him by Uncle Yang, and searched Local old news, if you find a little clue, save it and post it in local forums and post bars.
No one paid any attention to him at first, and Yu Lanchuan put the matter aside. After a few days, he inadvertently remembered it and looked back, only to find that one of the posts was pinned to the top. A man wrote a long essay of several thousand words about what his grandfather, an old conductor, had seen and heard.
Then, there were more and more similar messages, some of them were true, and some of them were probably made up from legends to join in the fun.
"Several of them were sitting in different carriages. When they were about to arrive, they stood up and strolled in the car, winking at each other. Man Shanhong deliberately sat in the corner by herself, wearing a headscarf and putting a small cloth on the small table. Bag, open the window a little. Those thieves have sharp eyes, looking at a woman who is alone, they don't know how to take precautions, they immediately stare at her, and as soon as the speed of the car slows down, they pounce on the car window and sneak in to snatch her things. Man Shanhong was not soft. When she saw a thief took the bait, she grabbed the thief's wrist and pressed the window down. When the thief saw that he was fooled, she jumped off the wall and took out a dagger from her bosom to stab her, and she swept it out. , the dagger flew, and the brothers in ambush in the car jumped out of the car to catch the thief's comrades."
Fishing law enforcement is actually similar to the routine she later used to touch porcelain.
"My grandfather said that Man Shanhong grabbed the thief who was dragging him into the car, pressed his knees against the thief's back, and smiled at the marshals who came over. Her head scarf fell off, revealing a thick and long big braids, red lips and white teeth…”
"After a few stops, she saw that everything was safe in the car, so she got off the car. Her husband was sure to be waiting for her at the platform. It is said that Mr. Qian always asked other brothers to escort the window thief, and he went through the shortcut in the mountains. , can pick her up at the station before the train with two legs. I don't know if the legend is true... "
Yu Lanchuan thought about it, and contacted the company's summer program intern. The intern has already returned to school and is his college junior. Yu Lanchuan asked his junior and brother to find a few students who wrote the school magazine in the university, collected these urban legend-like messages and sent them over, asking them to write a biography of the mountain for a fee.
Then he took this biography, contacted several cultural media companies and small self-media teams that they had voted for before, packaged it, and put it on the local forum where the car-picking party was in trouble.
It is said that Mr. Yang, who was "buying a bag and a watch" later saw it, and he also mixed a foot in it and bought a marketing campaign.
This is what Yu Lanchuan heard, and it was not acknowledged by President Yang himself.
Finally, when the 200,000 yuan of the "kowtow" brother had already been spent almost, the story of "Manshanhong" stood out from the boring news of crowdfunding for medical treatment, although the number of readings did not break through "ten". Vanga", but it's enough to let those who remember her know.
Qiu Yi began to be seriously chilled, and the scar face among the three brothers, because they did not participate in the kidnapping from beginning to end, tried to stop the senior brothers, and was released after finding out. Although the story of "Manshanhong" has been covered by social hotspots one after another, the medical expenses of Mrs. Qian's son have also been raised almost.
However…
Birth, old age, sickness and death are, after all, destiny, human beings are beyond their power.
The money had just arrived, and before it was handed over to the hospital, Mrs. Qian's son suddenly deteriorated. She signed the notice of critical illness for the unknown number of times, and habitually sat outside the emergency room and waited.
There was a sudden gust of wind outside the window, and the closed window in the corridor was violently shaken a few times by the strong wind. The large parasol tree in the courtyard made a loud noise, and Mrs. Qian jumped up in a random manner. Lights went out.
After struggling for a few months, Mrs. Qian became a lonely old man.
When Yu Lanchuan received the call, it was in the middle of a heavy rainstorm. There was a huge traffic jam in the city, and the wipers couldn't catch up. The traffic in front was motionless, and the owner of the car next door was not afraid of getting wet.
Mrs. Qian was waiting for him in the courtyard of No. 110 until late at night. The rain stopped and Yu Lanchuan arrived. Mrs. Qian kowtowed with Scarface. She gave him a trembling bow.
Ms. Zhang Meizhen, who couldn't go out and fool around because of the bad weather, leaned on her door frame and suddenly said, "Little Pepper."
The old lady Qian was stunned for a long time when she turned to leave, and then came back to her senses and looked at Zhang Meizhen with an indescribable gaze.
Zhang Meizhen opened her mouth, suddenly remembered something, and smiled again: "It's alright, in fact, I just wanted to tell you 'everything will be fine'. After thinking about it, I'd better not say it, it's not the truth anyway. The weather is bad, Walk slowly."
will everything be okay
No, it's up to fate to get better or worse.
But no matter what, don't you still have to live
Old lady Qian went downstairs with a scarred face and disappeared into the shade of the East Courtyard.
Zhang Meizhen turned her head and stopped Yu Lanchuan: "Little Master Yu, some of our old people want you to move in here. Your uncle Yang asked me to ask you, is it convenient for you?"
second aphasia