On the third floor of Guangyuan Shopping Mall, the business of children's clothing is not very prosperous. First, the passenger flow has declined. Second, because the homogeneity is very serious and there is no brand premium, Wu's children's clothing store does not have any competitive advantage.
One day the business ended, Xiao Jiacheng and his mother Lou Fang closed the shop together.
Because it was Saturday, the closing time of the shop was also postponed to close to ten o'clock.
The weather that has already entered autumn already feels chilly in the evening, and at that time in the early morning, the temperature will drop further.
Xiao Jiacheng wore a thick coat and went to the underground parking lot with his mother. The mother and son entered a silver-white car. The car was about 100,000 yuan, and it had been driving for seven or eight years.
This was bought when Wu's business was booming.
Xiao Jiacheng did not sit in the co-pilot. Instead, he sat in the back row, with a thick cushion under his buttocks, so that he could wear a seat belt instead of pinching the seat belt directly on his face.
When Lou Fang left the parking lot and drove onto the road outside the mall, Xiaojia stood up straight, tilted his head high, and looked at the shop across the street that said "Tingwu Wood Carving Shop".
It can be seen that Shen Xing has already closed the door long ago. At this moment, the direction is dim and there is no light.
Xiao Jiacheng's gaze stared there for a long time, until the car was far away, then he had no choice but to withdraw his gaze and sat silent.
Lou Fang didn't see this scene. He just concentrated on driving the car. After spending about half an hour, the mother and son returned to the community, parked the car in the parking lot, and returned to their home on the second floor of the garden house B-19.
At this time, the room was quietly, although the light was on, but there was no sound.
Because the mother and son had already eaten boxed lunches when they were in the mall, and there are Xiaojiacheng's father and grandfather at home, they usually just get something to eat.
Lou Fang glanced at the kitchen. The lights inside were on, but the cabinets were neatly underneath, and the tabletop with the knife board was clean and there was nothing.
Obviously no one cooks and eats, maybe they ordered takeout.
At this moment, Xiao Jiacheng, who had changed his shoes, made a gesture of keeping quiet to his mother.
Lou Fang was taken aback for a moment, and looking in the direction of his fingers, he saw his grandfather sitting on the sofa alone, looking at the newspaper without saying a word. They didn't even lift their heads when they came back.
Lou Fang also noticed that on the edge of the ashtray on the left hand side of Grandpa, there was also a half-burned but extinguished cigarette.
On the right hand side is a cup of strong tea, but the tea is already cold, and there is no heat coming out.
I don't know how long Grandpa has been sitting here, but judging by various signs, it is obvious that the time will not be short.
Xiao Jiacheng walked to the living room and called "Grandpa".
The other party still sat there staring at the newspaper, without answering, without looking up, as if he had been sitting directly.
Xiao Jiacheng suddenly felt an inexplicable fear in his heart. He glanced cautiously at his grandfather's dull cheek, stepped quickly into his bedroom, and hurriedly closed the door.
Lou Fang asked, "Dad, have you eaten yet?"
The old man still didn't look up, and he didn't seem to hear it at all.
Lou Fang moved a little closer, glanced at the newspaper he was holding, and found that this page of the newspaper was empty, with no printed words.
I don't know what the old man has been watching.
Lou Fang hesitated for a moment, looked at the indifferent old man, and said again: "Dad, where is Wu Lang?"
The old man moved his hands with the newspaper slightly, put his hands down, and the newspaper slowly moved down, exposing his eyes.
He did not look at Lou Fang, but squinted silently, looking in the direction of the bathroom.
"He is in the bathroom?" Lou Fang asked.
The old man did not answer either, but slowly lifted the newspaper up again, blocking his eyes, staring at the blank page, and stopped again.
At this moment, Lou Fang also had a feeling of distress. The room was very quiet at first, and she was always talking at this moment, no one answered, and the old man's movements were very strange, which made her feel flustered.
Walking towards the bathroom, Lou Fang called out "Wu Lang" outside the door, but there was no response inside.
She looked back at the old man and found that the other person was still cold.
Then he knocked on the bathroom door, but there was still no sound coming from inside.
Lou Fang tried to twist the door handle, and found that there was no lock, so he could just twist it in.
She immediately twisted the door lock and opened the door.
I saw my husband Wu Lang sitting on the toilet, holding the newspaper in both hands, motionless.
Seeing this scene, Lou Fang felt a little bit of panic in his heart.
This... What about the father and son
She walked in quickly, enduring the faint smell of the bathroom.
"Wu Lang, how long have you been in? Didn't you hear me calling you?" Lou Fang said as he walked over, "Why don't you press the toilet flush switch?"
The other party still didn't respond, still looking at the newspaper quietly.
Lou Fang was startled and snatched Wu Lang's newspaper, but Wu Lang grasped tightly with both hands, and the edges of both sides of the newspaper were torn apart.
For the elderly outside, Lou Fang dared not do this, but for her husband, she didn't need to keep the other person in this shocking and inexplicable state.
After the newspaper was taken away, Wu Lang suddenly raised his head, his expression changed: "Huh? When did you come? Why did you just come in? I'm still shit!"
"What shit? I've called you for a long time!" Lou Fang didn't fight.
Wu Lang smiled, "No, I didn't hear you, I'm sorry. Get out quickly, I will come out after I wipe my ass!"
While talking, he pulled the paper.
Lou Fang felt something was wrong, bent over and touched Wu Lang's thigh, and found that it was cold.
"How long have you been in the bathroom?" She asked in surprise: "The legs are already cold!"
Wu Lang shook his head in confusion.
Lou Fang immediately noticed that the blank page of the newspaper that fell on the ground was still open.
"No, no, come and help me, my legs are numb!"
At this moment Wu Lang hummed suddenly, unable to stand up for a while, and quickly reached out to his wife.
Lou Fang helped him out of the bathroom slowly and sat down on the sofa in the living room.
Wu Lang said to his father who was sitting there motionless: "Dad, take a break, you've been watching it all afternoon!"
The old man didn't move at all.
Wu Lang looked worried, rubbed his numb legs, and looked back at his wife who was also worried about this scene.
"Tomorrow we will change to another hospital for inspection. If it doesn't work, we will take Dad to the hospital in Heshan City." Wu Lang suggested.
Lou Fang frowned and nodded slightly, saying nothing.
"Get something to eat, I haven't eaten anything." Wu Lang said.
"It's so late, haven't you eaten?" Lou Fang was surprised, and then glanced at her husband, "Dad is like this, you don't want to save people!"
"Dad!" The door of the small bedroom was opened, and Xiao Jiacheng, who had just hid in the room, ran out and got into Wu Lang's arms.
Wu Lang burst into laughter, picked up his son, and said, "Attention, don't touch Dad's feet, Dad's feet are numb!"
"I'll rub it for you." Xiao Jiacheng squeezed his thigh intimately.
Wu Lang smiled, turned his head to look at his father, and reminded him again, "Dad, don't read it, take a break. There is nothing in this newspaper, what's so interesting?"
Xiao Jiacheng took advantage of his father's presence to give him confidence, and hurriedly took a peek at the blank newspaper. (End of this chapter)