Before the old man enters the ICU, he has to get a test result, and Yang Yifan's assistant helps to run errands everywhere.
"I'm sorry," Yang Yifan felt a little sorry for the little girl, "it's so late to trouble you."
"No, it should be, Mr. Yang," the assistant took a breath. "We are all planning to join the 'Lonely and Widowed Elderly Corpse Collection Mutual Aid Group'. There will be more of this kind of thing in the future. Let me warm up first... Hey, grandpa mouth moving."
Yang Yifan hurriedly stepped forward and put his ear against it: "What did you say?"
The doctor had already arranged the ward and was calling the patient Yang Qing.
Lao Yang was in a daze, his face was full of anxiety, probably due to the influence of anesthesia, he muttered inarticulately: "Yang... Ping... you... did not sign up... no..."
"Mr. Yang, the doctor has called."
"Hey, good." Yang Yifan straightened up in confusion, "Didn't sign up? Didn't sign up for a name?"
"Yang Ping, why didn't you sign up!"
It was a sultry summer. When men came home from get off work, they either shirtless or put on vests, and then rolled the vests over their chests and exposed their stomachs. Looking around, the courtyard was full of white belly and different shapes. belly button.
Only Yang Qing was wearing a neat short-sleeved shirt that was meticulously tied to the neckline. He was calm and naturally cool. He was dressed so tightly, and his body was still clean.
The "mind" Yang Gang leader rarely made a big fire: "I'm asking you something!"
If you look at the face alone, Yang Ping is a beautiful man with a little femininity in the middle. He is white, with clear eyebrows, and angular and angular. Tear off this face and stick it on a random head on the street. It is not a movie star. It's shabby. But when it was on him, it seemed very strange - a young man in his twenties, less than the height of his father's shoulders, with a slender frame like a teenage girl, with a normal-sized head resting on it, very cramped, he is not As for being a dwarf, it seems a bit reluctant to have to say that he is a normal person.
Yang Ping drooped his eyelids and said nothing.
"Last time there was no news after the exam. I thought you failed the exam. I was afraid that you would take it to heart, and I kept persuading you - it doesn't matter, we will come again this year - if someone hadn't told me, I would not have known that you didn't take the exam at all last year. Tell me the truth, didn't you sign up this year?"
"Who, why do you owe your mouth so much?" Yang Ping exhaled like a second-hand, and spread his hands, "I was just trying to coax you to play, so you can pretend that you don't know."
Yang Qing said angrily, "What do you think of the college entrance examination!"
"What do you think of me?" Yang Ping sneered, "Why, my son is a waste, he can't hold his head up, and he expects me to find a new way and go to a university for you to honor your ancestors? Let me tell you, even if I go to eight universities. , it's just a 'crippled' into a 'nerd' …”
Lao Yang interrupted his rude remarks with a big mouth.
Yang Ping's mouthful of teeth shook a few times with the slap. He finally closed his mouth and looked at his father with a weird expression that was about to laugh and grit his teeth, and then looked at the dog bat in the glass case. .
Yang Qing: "Go out and kneel for me!"
"Since I was a child, they called me 'little gang leader', saying that there were successors to the beggar gang," Yang Ping suddenly whispered, "Whenever I do anything, there will always be sycophants who say I'm like you and take me to the sky, but I don't think so. I know since when, people who have praised me have started to laugh embarrassingly when they saw me, and people who praised me for my talent in practice when I was a child turned to ask me if my grades were good. Hopeful, huh? Well-"
"Yang Ping! Stop for me!"
Yang Ping turned a deaf ear and left. Yang Qing hurriedly chased out, and happened to bump into a neighbor who had just come home from get off work. The neighbor pushed a bicycle into the courtyard, blocking the narrow exit, and greeted him with a smile. It's gone.
Gang Master Yang sighed while holding on to the dilapidated door frame.
He didn't expect his son to take the "college entrance examination" as a form of humiliation - indeed, Yang Ping's roots are not the material for practice, but even if he is that material, what else can he do? Invincible all over the world, take over the beggar gang, and then? What does he live on? You can't live by being a beggar and collecting protection fees, can you
What year is it, it's not like that anymore!
If Yang Ping is healthy, he may be able to hear these truths.
But he happened to be like that again.
He is in his twenties, and he is no longer a child. Even if he is his own father, he cannot be beaten or scolded casually.
Yang Qing is introverted by nature, and it is difficult to play the kind father who is considerate and talks about everything with his children, while Yang Ping has become more and more eccentric after adolescence. Yang Qing always doesn't know what his son is thinking. Sometimes father and son eat at the same dining table, and no one makes a sound. away.
After Yang Ping left like this, he didn't see him for several days. At that time, there was no mobile phone to find anyone at any time. Yang Qing asked several young people with whom his son traveled a lot, but no one knew where he went... Maybe he knew and didn't tell him.
Yang Qing didn't like these young people very much in his heart. The few people who mixed with Yang Ping, one of them counted as one, were all impetuous and low-handed things.
"It's okay to go out and relax." Gang Leader Yang thought so at the time, "Anyway, he always goes to the martial arts conference, and he will bring him back to talk about it when the time comes. If you really don't want to take the college entrance examination, learning a craft is not a problem. No... but it would be great to go to college, alas."
Lao Yu was at the Zhang Luo Wulin Conference, and just half a month later, he and Meizhen discussed that the Beggar Gang and the Walking Foot Gang would come together, sit together, and let the relationship between the two be revealed. At the beginning, people on both sides will definitely have criticisms about this, then bit by bit, in the end, there is no blood feud between the Beggar Gang and the Walking Foot Gang. If it can be done right from now on, wouldn’t it be boundless merit
As soon as he thought of Zhang Meizhen, there was some kind of unreasonable expectation in his heart, as if everything was full of hope and could be solved easily.
Yang Qing's thinking is actually a bit old-fashioned, and he always feels that it is "old and not serious" to talk about romance at this age.
But there is no way. Over the years, he has been working hard to practice everything his master has taught by his words and deeds—integrity, loyalty, prudence, and trustworthiness... If these are contrary to his nature, then of course he must suppress his nature and choose righteousness. "Fitness".
He has cultivated for most of his life, and he has also suppressed it for most of his life. It was the first time in his life that he indulged himself, and he collapsed in one fell swoop. Can only be ashamed, and helplessly sink.
If he knew what Yang Ping did at the time.
if…
"On the day of the martial arts conference, I sat with Lao Yang—there was no wall that could not see through the wind. Although our affairs were hidden, there were some rumors before, and that time it was like sitting down." Zhang Meizhen said, "The Beggar Gang There were some people who looked bad. An elder named Zhu quit on the spot and walked away, and then several people stood up and followed and walked away... It’s not that they couldn’t understand it, but it might be similar to the young people today who found out that their idols were taking drugs. Anyway, I'm used to being a witch, and I don't think it's a big deal, but Lao Yang is very sorry, after all, the people who help me are very quiet, and I don't show the face of my Beiruo master in front of outsiders."
Gan Qing said: "Famous and decent people have more ideas, so it's normal to be unruly."
It's easier to be a sycophant when you walk around.
"I thought so too at the time, and I was a little proud," Zhang Meizhen smiled, "I later found out that they were quiet as chickens, and they were going to have a big vote. They gathered up, incited several rounds behind my back, complained that I was too close to the beggar gang, and added fuel to it, 'fighting the injustice' for me, saying that Lao Yang was a scum who cheated for money and sex, and this group of people was in the martial arts during the day. I got angry at the meeting, so we got together for a drink in the evening, and then relied on the strength of the wine to tie up Elder Zhu and his family members."
"Your faction... uh... It's really not very particular about doing things." Gan Qing paused, then said, "But it's so easy to get it, it's inseparable from Yang Ping, right?"
"In terms of hating me, Yang Ping shares the same hatred with Elder Zhu and the others. After Elder Zhu and the others left the martial arts conference, they were called by Yang Ping to have a small meeting. This group of people got drunk even after scolding and venting. Zhang Meizhen said, "Yang Ping sent a few people to deliver letters to these drunks' homes in the middle of the night. Because they were all acquaintances, no one was so defensive. He even invited the people who delivered the letters to the house to drink water, and followed the walking gang behind him. Everyone took the opportunity to sneak attack—knocked the bar and kidnapped the immortals to jump, this is all a good show of the walking gang, and there are ghosts to help, and they did it cleanly and without any sound."
Gan Qing asked strangely: "Since the person was sent by Yang Ping, the one who sent the letter was also sent by Yang Ping. After a confrontation, did no one suspect that Yang Ping was connected with foreign gangs?"
Zhang Meizhen stroked the dog-beating stick slowly: "No, because there is no confrontation."
"why?"
"They threw the kidnapped old, young, women and children into a factory building where oil was stored, sent someone to watch, and then went home to sleep. As a result, in the early morning, the guard fell asleep, and a few drunk hooligans threw cigarette butts. Play, set the factory on fire, an oil tank happened to leak, and it was too late to put out the fire, and the people inside were all tied up, and none of them escaped... Anyway, it was 'just right'."
Gan Qing: "..."
"Didn't I just say that the Xingjiao Gang and the Beggar Gang owe a bloody feud." Zhang Meizhen said lightly, "When I knew about this, it was too late, making such a big mess in Yanning, even if there is no old man Yang, it is impossible for me to appease anyone. At this time, a few people involved voluntarily came forward and confessed their guilt. A few people knew at a glance that it was out of 'loyalty' and came out to help their accomplices to take the blame."
"Elder Zhu and his gang were uneasy, they put this account on the entire Xingjiao Gang, and they planned to let Xingjiao help pay the debt with blood. Lao Yang and I went around to put out fires - but the fire that caused the family's tragic death was caused by Xiaozhi. Can it be wiped out with love? At that time, the state was cracking down on underworld organizations, and this matter got out of hand. Elder Zhu and his group made a big mess. They all went in, and Lao Yang was put on fire. ."
She remembered that it was the beginning of August, it was raining heavily, and the whole Yanning seemed to be blown away by the strong wind. The ground that had been roasted warm in midsummer was completely cool, and half of the plants and trees withered overnight, and the flowers disappeared.
Yu Huaide urgently signed the decree of the leader of the alliance, summoned everyone, and came forward to mediate. Yang Qing was so overwhelmed by love and righteousness that he couldn't even look up at her, and announced in the shrill wind that the beggar gang and the walking foot gang were incompatible, and in the future the martial arts conference With you and without me.
That was the most difficult time in Zhang Meizhen's life. When she was in trouble when she was young and hid everywhere, at least there were people in the walking gang to protect her. That time, because she insisted on finding out all the people involved in this matter, the indiscriminate gang members began to be dissatisfied with her. In addition, Wang Jiusheng and the others secretly used all kinds of tricks, saying that she was "armed" The sound of "turning the elbow out" and "posting upside down" is getting louder and louder.
In less than half a year, Zhang Meizhen was forced to leave the Xingjiao Gang and retired from the arena.
She applied with the unit and was transferred to another place to work, but she didn't come back for more than ten years.
Later, her husband's house was demolished and the No. 110 Courtyard was built. She got rid of all the troubles and had no choice but to work, and she became a senior business backbone. Maybe this is the reason, or there may be someone who cares for it. ... Anyway, I was confused and reserved a suite for her.
"Maybe Xiaochuan's grandfather asked someone to keep it for me," Zhang Meizhen pretended to be relieved with a smile, "I'm not grateful to that old man, he asked us to pay for it a few years after the house was divided, and almost saved me. The coffin was exhausted."
After she retired, she came back and became a neighbor with Yang Qing.
But the beauty has turned pale, and love and hate have turned to ashes,
Zhang Meizhen said, "For the two of us, it will never be possible again in this life."
In the next life... forget it.
Knowing each other for more than fifty years, it was all torment, and everyone was exhausted. In the end, there were only a few hallucinatory memories.
If there is a next life, it's better not to see each other again.
The old man Yang Qing in the intensive care unit suddenly felt bad in the middle of the night. The doctors and nurses on duty dragged him into the emergency room as if they were fighting. Yang Yifan, who was dozing off in the corridor, woke up suddenly and was pulled up to sign the critical illness notice.
"Doctor, can you give me a probability, how likely is my grandfather..."
"It's hard to say, the average person is fine, but he's too old, anything could happen, and the family still has to be prepared." The doctor paused, "Look at the patient's vitality and desire to survive... It's pretty strong. of."
It was as if he knew in his heart that if he had closed his eyes in this life, someone would cut him off, and he would not even make a nod.
Zhang Meizhen carried a cane, walked into the stairs, and murmured inaudibly: "Old..."
Older and more forgetful, but not forgetting lovesickness.
Gan Qing was a few steps behind her and stood there wondering what to think. At this moment, the lights at the entrance of the small courtyard flashed by, and the taxi Yu Lanchuan and the others were in arrived.
The four eyes met unexpectedly, and the irritability on Yu Lanchuan's face subsided in an instant. For a moment, he suddenly hesitated and did not move forward.