Fang Jiping has the habit of running late...of course it started half a year ago.
Of course, exercising is just an excuse, more to be able to chat more freely with the girl I like.
I think it is a ridiculous behavior for many rich families to dress up their daughters and marry them into better families.
But Fang Jiping knew that it was also applicable to himself.
From a very early age, he knew that his father Fang Ruchang was a very greedy person. Fang Ruchang has been building his own name for decades... Now he has a name, but he doesn't have enough benefits.
Now Fang Ruchang plans to make him a famous violinist as his son, probably for the sake of a good marriage in the future.
What a snob.
However, Fang Jiping also said to himself a long time ago... It seems that he is not qualified to comment on Fang Weichang.
He always finds various excuses for himself, and never has the courage to introduce that hardworking girl to his family.
"Well, be careful, don't be too tired from work."
After hanging up the call with his girlfriend, Fang Jiping walked alone on the road in the community. He smiled self-deprecatingly, but secretly made up his mind.
After he becomes famous and successful, he must bring this hard-working girl into his family... I don't want to continue to be like a puppet.
Boom, boom, boom.
Suddenly, Fang Jiping heard some voices.
These voices are so familiar. He stopped all of a sudden, chasing after the voice buried deep in his memory.
He found the source of this sound not far from his house.
Under the street lamp, there is a hunched figure, who should be an old lady, like a scavenger. Those thumping sounds came from a small rattle in the hands of this aunt.
The sound of the shaking rattle made Fang Jiping subconsciously step forward. Under the street lamp, his eyes were almost drawn to the rattle.
In memory, he once owned such a rattle.
Fang Jiping recovered from his contemplation, and found that the lady holding the rattle was looking at him without blinking. His cloudy eyes looked scary under the street lights at night, and there were wrinkles on his face that seemed to be able to hide the shadows. He took a step back subconsciously.
I only heard the aunt call out cautiously at this time: "Tiger baby."
Fang Jiping's face changed slightly, and he couldn't help blurting out: "How do you know this name?"
"Tiger baby!" The aunt suddenly took a step forward excitedly, grabbed Fang Jiping's hand, and said in a rustling voice, "Tiger baby, it's me! I'm your mother!"
mother…
Fang Jiping suddenly trembled, he suddenly pushed off the palm of the old lady's grasp on his arm, and said anxiously and quickly: "I don't know what you are talking about."
"Tiger baby! I really must be your mother! Have you forgotten? When you were a child, you liked to eat the popsicles sold in the small shop at the entrance of the village the most. When summer came, you clamored to eat them... For you, once again you are arguing to get out of here On the ground, the back of the head touched a stone, leaving a scar! Touch the back of the head! Tiger baby, mother has been looking for you for many years, and finally found you!"
Fang Jiping suddenly took a deep breath, and took another step back: "I don't know what you are talking about, I am not called Huwa, and I don't know you either... If you want to find your son, go somewhere else."
With that said, Fang Jiping turned around and walked away quickly.
The aunt behind her seemed very nervous and anxious, and quickly followed her up. It's just that she was plagued by old illnesses and couldn't walk fast at all, and she staggered and fell to the ground within a few steps.
Hearing the sound of groaning in pain, Fang Jiping turned his head subconsciously... He gritted his teeth like the aunt sitting on the ground, walked over quickly, took out his wallet, and took out all the cash in it. Put it in the hand of the aunt, "You go, I am really not your son."
Before the aunt could speak, Fang Jiping turned around and left quickly.
"Tiger baby! Tiger baby! Tiger baby..."
She didn't stop, only the cold street lamps accompanied her, as if she had been sitting helplessly on the road for the past twenty years. The aunt lowered her head, holding the rattle in her hand, sobbing softly.
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"Do you drink water? Remember, you only drank some soup last night, and you didn't drink a sip of water."
Under the street lamp, Luo Qiu unscrewed the bottle for the aunt, and handed the small bottle to the aunt.
The aunt held the water bottle tremblingly and didn't speak, just sat quietly like this. After a long time, the aunt's mood seemed to ease a little. She raised her head, but there was an ugly smile on her miserable face: "Daddy Brother, thank you, I really found my son! He is really a tiger baby, he didn’t recognize it, I know it, it’s him.”
"He didn't intend to recognize you."
Luo Qiu, who had been watching from the sidelines, naturally saw Fang Jiping's reactions in his eyes.
The aunt smiled bitterly: "Brother, for so many years, I have been thinking about what I should say to my son if I find my son one day. I think about it every day and night, and when I eat, I think, I still think about it when I get wet in the rain and have a high fever, and I also think about it when I'm dreaming... Those abductors are paid a thousand dollars, but it's me who deserves more damnation."
The aunt burst into tears and said: "Huba must hate me... At that time, if I didn't like to gamble, I couldn't remember anything when I started gambling, so how could I lose him? Stuck into the stall, thinking that there is nothing to do in my own village, and if I think the child is troublesome, I will throw him outside... "
"I know, he must hate me... Such a small child was abducted..." The aunt cried bitterly: "I should die! I should die all these years! My heart feels like being cut by a knife every day. He ... If he doesn't recognize me, how can I, how can I blame him!"
Luo Qiu glanced at the corner of the path, and a figure flashed by.
He knew that Fang Jiping hadn't gone far, but just hid.
Luo Qiu, who didn't intend to break it, helped the aunt up from the ground, "Let's do this tonight, aunt, I'll find you a place to rest."
The aunt said in amazement: "Brother, why are you still helping me? You have already found my son."
Luo Qiu said calmly: "If the person is found, but the heart is not found, our work is not considered complete."
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Chief Deputy Editor Ren carried two boxes of offal gluten and radish, as well as several bottles of beer, and climbed the stairs of the old building.
Not long after, she rang the bell in front of a door: "Ye Yan, Ye Yan! Little Ye Zi! It's me, open the door quickly, I invite you to have supper!"
This was after get off work, and he suddenly remembered that Ye Yan was still squatting here to monitor King Kong. Although I promised not to intervene... but I thought this is coming to give supper, this is a condolence, a condolence!
After pressing the door for a while, there was no response, Ren Ziling couldn't help but said in a daze: "This guy, is he out?"
Ren Ziling took out her mobile phone.
Feeling that he wasted his trip in vain, Deputy Editor-in-Chief Ren leaned on the door panel in confusion, planning to call Ye Yan.
But he didn't expect that when he leaned down, the door suddenly opened, and Ren Ziling, who was caught off guard, rushed in.
The phone you are calling is turned off.
Hearing the faint sound of the mobile phone, Ren Ziling got up, rubbed the painful place, touched the switch by the door, and turned on the light.
"This... is there a war?"
But I saw that the room was rummaging through boxes and cabinets in a state of chaos at this time. As for the equipment used for surveillance, all of them disappeared.
Ren Ziling was taken aback, and subconsciously stretched out her hand to pull the door lock, and the tumbler came loose from the door in an instant.
It was destroyed!