In the afternoon, because of Long Xiruo's disturbance, Luo Qiu, who immediately lost the mood to go out, read books in the club all afternoon.
Around the time before dinner in the evening, a new guest came to the club.
An old woman in ragged clothes was carrying a large off-white cloth bag and a thin bamboo pole. At first glance, Luo Qiu looked a bit like a scavenger or a wanderer.
His face was full of wind, frost and wrinkles, and his slightly hunched body looked very thin.
"You Ye, what's for dinner today?"
"Fried duck breast with orange juice, French corn and mushroom soup, small bread."
Luo Qiu nodded, and ordered: "The guest has bad teeth, please get some thick soup and small bread."
Of course, this kind of conversation happened when the old lady was still standing in front of the door and when the wind chime just rang. Seeing that the old woman was having trouble walking, Luo Qiu stepped forward and helped her to sit down.
"I, I have no money."
The old woman's voice was a little disturbed.
She didn't even think about spending money in this place. Although she couldn't see what it was for here, she could still see from her extremely blurred vision that the person supporting her was very neatly dressed.
And extraordinarily polite.
Could it be a very high-end place
"Don't worry, ma'am, we don't charge money here."
I feel that being called an aunt is more in line with the world of this old lady.
Luo Qiu sat in front of this aunt. You Ye moved quickly, and at this moment, the dining car had pushed out a thick soup and a small basket of bread, and placed them in front of the old lady.
The eyes can't see clearly, but the nose is still there, and the aunt smells a strong fragrance. She couldn't remember how long she hadn't smelled this kind of aroma that made her tongue salivate.
Probably many, many years ago, during the Chinese New Year, a reunion dinner was held.
"What is this?" the aunt asked incredulously.
You Ye said softly: "Ma'am, this is a thick soup made of truffles and corn. The buns were bought outside, but they were just baked today."
"This... This is all for me?" The aunt said in disbelief, "I, I can't afford it."
"Don't worry, ma'am, this is what our boss invited you to eat." You Ye smiled and said, "If it's not enough, there's more inside."
"Big sister, big brother, thank you!" The aunt thanked gratefully.
Maybe it's really hungry.
Although there were still a few steamed buns in the cloth bag, she couldn't resist the aroma of the soup in front of her.
Luo Qiu asked for a glass of water, and watched the old woman drink the soup and bite the bread.
After eating all the food in front of me, the aunt said a little uneasy: "Brother, I, I really have no money. I'm wandering alone, and I can't go home..."
"It's nothing, I'm just entertaining guests." Luo Qiu put down the water glass, reached out and pressed lightly on the back of the aunt's hand on the table.
In just an instant, the aunt withdrew her palm in horror.
Because in just this instant, she understood what kind of place she had come to.
In exchange for things other than money and wealth, you can buy anything you want, as long as you can afford the price.
But still unbelievable.
At this moment, Luo Qiu waved his hand in front of the aunt's eyes and gently wiped it away, and the cloudy eyes suddenly became black and white.
Feeling the clear line of sight that had long gone, the aunt touched her eyes with trembling hands, and her eyes became moist all of a sudden, "My eyes, my eyes... how could it be... unbelievable! Unbelievable!"
She clearly saw the beautiful maid, and naturally, she also saw clearly the well-dressed club owner... Because her eyesight suddenly recovered, even though she saw the strange attire of the owner at this moment, she didn't seem too panicked.
The aunt looked at her hands subconsciously... It turned out that they were already so old and rough, and the Wugou attached to the palm lines were like black lines.
However, the vision slowly became blurred again at this time, as if all this was just a flash in the pan.
"Me, my eyes!"
"It's an experience." Luo Qiu said softly, "Let me know, ma'am, we have the ability to do things you can't imagine. This is a place where people in need can come. Then..."
He stood up, in front of the aunt, with his arm resting on his chest, slightly bent over and said, "Dear guest, what do you need?"
At this time, the aunt hardly hesitated, and quickly pulled out a leaflet from the cloth bag, and put it on the table.
She smoothed the wrinkled leaflet with her hands again and again, lest there be any wrinkles and corners in it.
"He, him! My son, my son, can you help me find him? Twenty years! He has been abducted for twenty years... Please! Help me find him!"
The aunt said, leaning on the table, she knelt on the ground, "Big brothers... no, you are gods! I kowtow to you here! Please! Help me find my son!"
Luo Qiu glanced at You Ye.
The sensible maid bent over to help the aunt up, and sat back on the chair.
Luo Qiu said: "Ma'am, your name is Yang Ping. Your son disappeared 20 years ago. These years, you went south from your hometown in Hebei and searched for 20 years by yourself. In 20 years, you only went home three times. The last time , It was already seven years ago. You suffered from cataracts, and your body was not as good as before. Last year, you collapsed on the side of the road and were sent to the hospital by kind people. The doctor said you had tuberculosis, right?"
"Yes, yes!" The aunt kept nodding her head.
"The sea of people is vast. If you want to find your son just based on an old photo from your childhood, if there is no accident, I am afraid that you will not be able to find it in the rest of your time."
This body with all kinds of holes may not survive this year.
"I, I just want to find my son." Yang Ping raised her head: "In the past ten or twenty years, there have been many people looking for sons and daughters outside like me. We met on the road, and we talked about When I was a child, I couldn't help crying all night... I saw too many desperate people give up. But I know... Even if it's just a little chance, a little bit, we are willing to do whatever we want .So, no matter what I have to pay, I just want to get my son back!"
"I see."
Luo Qiu nodded. When the guest expressed his original intention, the old parchment scroll was slowly unfolded in front of her. What the aunt could do could meet this requirement, and the only thing left was this old and lonely man. soul.
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The melodious sound of the violin came from the small yard of the duplex unit in the community.
Even through fences and trees, the melodious sound is not lost. Fang Jiping practiced playing the violin in his small yard after dinner as usual.
Suddenly the phone rang, Fang Jiping put down the violin in his hand, glanced at the caller ID, and then at the house.
Fang Ruchang was sitting on the sofa and reading the newspaper.
Fang Jiping walked away a little bit, out of Fang Ruchang's sight, and then answered the phone, chatting softly with the girl on the other end of the phone.
I have known her for a year, but she was not his audience at a certain concert, but just a staff member of the concert hall, an ordinary girl who worked hard for her life.
There should have been no intersection, but the string in Fang Jiping's heart was suddenly stirred. It has been more than half a year since I have been dating the girl without telling my family.
"Are you practicing the piano again?"
"Well, are you off work yet?"
"Just got off! But there is still a part-time job in a convenience store."
"Didn't I tell you that you don't have to suffer so much?"
"This is impossible! If you don't work hard, you won't have enough money to go to Belgium to watch your game next month! I want to sit in the first row of your audience!"
"I said, I will arrange it for you."
"It was agreed before! You only need to take care of my admission ticket. I have to rely on my own efforts for travel expenses, food and lodging! Skip this topic, or I will get angry!"
"All right… "
Fang Jiping shook his head helplessly, looked at the clear summer sky, and said some interesting things to the girl, hoping that she would not feel bored on the road.
…
beyond the fence.
Yang Ping, who supported Luo Qiu's arm, could only vaguely see a figure by the light of the room... It seemed to be talking.
Her eyes are not good, but her ears can hear more things these years.
The auntie grasped Luo Qiu's arm tightly, "Is, really, my son... He, is he talking?"
"Fang Jiping, twenty-five years old." Luo Qiu said indifferently: "Twenty years ago, Fang Ruchang bought a child from someone else..." (.)