When Qi Qingyu heard this, he was silent for a moment and said: "It's not the right time to resort to tricks. Besides, you are still carrying a suspended sentence. If Qian takes money and doesn't do anything, I will have my own way to get rid of him."
Liu Handong knew that Brother Qi's business was very big back then and he was definitely not someone who would be manipulated by others, so he stopped mentioning this matter.
On Sunday, the two of them sat there all day with nothing going on. In the evening, Liu Handong took the evening train back to Omi, while Qi Qingyu stayed behind to continue collecting money.
In the early morning, Liu Handong walked out of Omi Railway Station, took a taxi and returned to his home in Huanghua Community. He opened the door with a key and tiptoed in, only to find that there was no one at home. Could it be that Wang Yulan sent Mrs. Pan back?
He hurriedly called Ma Ling.
"We are in Jiangbei." Ma Ling's voice sounded like he was still asleep.
"What are you going to Jiangbei for?"
"The old lady wanted to come to Jiangbei to visit old classmates or something, but she couldn't resist her, so my mother and I accompanied her. By the way, we stayed at your grandpa's house."
Liu Handong said: "Why are you staying at my grandpa's house? You old, middle-aged and young women won't disturb my grandpa to death."
"Hey Liu Handong, why do you speak so harshly? Your family is really like this. An old man who is almost 100 years old lives alone with no one to talk to. We are here to accompany him to give you face and to fulfill our filial piety for you, don't you know?" Ma Ling spoke sharply.
, scolded Liu Handong, and then said: "Come quickly, Mrs. Pan is looking for life and death, and she insists on marrying your grandfather."
"What!" Liu Handong was confused for a moment. Which song is this? Grandma has been dead for decades, and grandpa is almost a hundred years old. He doesn't have to wait until now to renew his relationship. It must be Wang Yulan, the eighth wife, who is good at it.
idea!
He couldn't explain clearly on the phone. Time was running out. Liu Handong went to work first, drove Shu Fan and She Xiaoqing to school, then turned around and headed straight for the highway. Instead of a four-hour drive in the past, he drove there in two hours and arrived at Binhe.
At my grandpa's house in the community, I could hear someone making hoots in the house even though I was far away. Neighbors were standing outside in twos and threes, whispering to each other.
Liu Handong knocked on the door and saw that the usually deserted living room was full of people. On one side were Wang Yulan's mother and daughter and Grandma Pan, on the other was the uncle's family. In the middle was Grandpa, who was sitting firmly in the Chinese military tent. Both sides were tense and looked unkind.
As soon as she saw Liu Handong come back, the eldest aunt said something strange: "Xiaodong, if you want this house, you don't have to resort to any tricks. Where did you find the old nanny? Her brain is short-circuited, and she wants to trick your grandfather into getting married."
The uncle sat aside and smoked, his face looked ugly, but he said nothing.
Hannan held his mobile phone and played games without raising his head.
Wang Yulan quarreled: "His aunt, please speak politely, what do you mean by crooked tactics? Should the elderly wait to die! Can't they have their own lives? I am not filial and do not let others find a wife. I have lost my conscience.
Whoever falls in love with a wife like you is in trouble forever."
The eldest aunt was angry and pointed at Wang Yulan's nose and yelled. Although she was a shrew, talking in front of Wang Yulan, a former bus conductor, was purely a trick in front of Guan Gong. She was looking for trouble. Wang Yulan hugged her arms and sneered, saying one or two words from time to time.
The harsh words were thrown out lightly, making the eldest aunt tremble with anger. She had no choice but to scold others, so she could only cry and sit on the floor and act violently.
"That's enough!" Liu Xiaoyong finally couldn't bear it anymore and threw a tea cup to the ground. Suddenly, porcelain shards flew. The two noisy women immediately stopped talking. The old man pointed at his uncle and said: "Take your wife and give it to me.
roll."
"Dad, we are also doing this for your own good." The uncle made a heartbroken expression.
"Get lost." Liu Xiaoyong closed his eyes and lay on the wicker chair with his head raised.
The eldest aunt was not willing to fail, and snorted coldly: "Dad, if anything happens in the future, don't come to us." Then she kicked Hannan: "You only know how to play with mobile phones, and your mother will be scolded."
Not helpful.”
Hannan scratched his head and finally put the phone away. Only then did he find his brother coming in. He nodded to say hello and followed his parents back in frustration.
"I won't give it away. Come and play when you have time." Wang Yulan gloated, closed the door and said, "It's time to talk about business. Let the two old men choose a good day."
"Aunt Wang, what's going on?" Liu Handong asked, "This is too sudden."
Wang Yulan pulled him aside and whispered: "Xiao Liu, Mrs. Pan and your grandfather have known each other since they were young. They started making noises about coming to Jiangbei on Saturday. As a result, the two of them looked at each other as soon as they met. The old lady cried and shouted for her to come to Jiangbei.
To marry your grandfather, I thought that with her status, it wouldn't be a bad idea to be your step-grandmother, so I arranged a match, and now I'm halfway successful."
"Half? How to say?"
"Your grandpa hasn't let go yet. I guess the old man cares about face and is afraid of embarrassment. In fact, there is nothing embarrassing about this. Young couples always come together. What's wrong with finding a wife to live together? They are both retired cadres and have a common language.
We can live together."
Liu Handong was speechless.
"I would like to advise your grandpa." Wang Yulan winked and changed her outfit to look like an ancient matchmaker.
Liu Handong looked at his grandpa. The old man closed his eyes and was concentrating. He was obviously very annoyed by this matter. Old Mrs. Pan looked at the old man with deep affection, as if he was going to live or die.
"I understand." Liu Handong whispered, "The old lady is not only Alzheimer's disease, but also a nymphomaniac and has mental problems."
"What nonsense is this child talking about?" Wang Yulan said sternly, "The old lady is not confused. When she has a clear mind, she understands better than anyone else. Like your grandfather, he is also lonely and cold for a long time. A nanny cannot replace a relative. This
When I met your grandfather again, it was the fate of cultivating in my previous life. You, the younger generation, should support him."
Liu Handong looked at Ma Ling. Ma Ling shrugged. She was forced by her mother to help serve the old lady. She even asked for leave for her. Her mother was so keen on this matter. What could a daughter say?
"This matter, it involves a wide range of things. I don't know anything about the person named Zheng. Let's find him a father. I'm afraid this is not appropriate. I think we should at least send the old lady back first.
Let’s talk about other things.” Liu Handong advised, carefully considering his words.
Wang Yulan thought about this and said, "That's okay. Let's inform Beijing."
Liu Xiaoyong, who had closed his eyes to rest, opened his eyes, tapped the armrest of the wicker chair with his fingers and said: "This, this, Xiao Wang, I know you are doing it for my own good, but in this kind of matter, you have to seek the opinions of the parties involved. I
I was living a good life growing flowers and raising fish at home, but suddenly you guys came here and asked me to find a wife for you. What are you doing, just playing the piano randomly."
Wang Yulan smiled all over her face: "Old man, how dare we not ask for your opinion? Mrs. Pan is a nice person and an old acquaintance of yours. You two are in your eighties and nineties. After this...
There is no such store in the village, so we can’t miss it.”
Liu Xiao was so brave that he slapped the armrest: "Nonsense, I'm looking for a wife. I found one twenty years ago. Why do I have to wait until today?"
"Then you haven't met the right one. Our daughter is like this too. She used to tell me all the time, Mom, I won't get married and will spend my whole life with my parents. But in the end, my grandson seduced me and took her away.
No matter how hard you oppose, it's useless. Don't ever get angry with us. This is fate, ordained by God."
At this moment, Mrs. Pan was confused again. She stood up and walked out. Liu Handong stopped her. The old lady asked in a daze: "Who are you and why are you at my house?"
Wang Yulan said hurriedly: "He is your grandson."
"Who are you?" Mrs. Pan stared at Wang Yulan suspiciously.
Ma Ling put his hand on his forehead, he really couldn't bear the chaos.
…
Beijing, Xicheng District, a compound belonging to a government agency directly under the central government. This is a Soviet-style building from the 1960s. One of the houses is the home of Mrs. Pan, with cloth sofas, wooden tea tables, a kettle with a rattan shell, and bookshelves.
He writes "Qiushi" magazine, and there is a portrait hanging on the wall. In the black and white photo, the middle-aged man is wearing a black Chinese tunic suit, elegant, and his smile reveals wisdom and confidence.
Sitting on the single sofa is a lady in her fifties or sixties. She is well-dressed and decent. She does not wear gold or silver, but every accessory and detail on her body shows her intelligence and grandeur. She is holding a tea cup.
He stared intently at the middle-aged man opposite.
"The Criminal Investigation Corps retrieved surveillance videos from all time periods in the relevant blocks, but nothing was found. However, the bracelet with a GPS chip was found and was used by garbage pickers to play with. The police are currently expanding the search scope to the suburbs of Beijing.
Searching all around, missing person notices have been posted all over the streets, I believe there will be results." The man frowned and introduced the situation carefully.
"Thank you, Officer Wang, but it has been seven days. Will there be any accidents?" the woman asked with a worried look.
"This possibility cannot be ruled out. We are sorting out recent reports of unidentified corpses. Of course, this is the worst-case scenario." the man replied.
Sitting on another single sofa was Song Jianfeng, who was transferred to Beijing. He pondered for a while and said: "I suggest that the police expand the search scope to the whole country. The possibility that the old lady has gone to other places cannot be ruled out, especially when she lives
Director Zheng is in a meeting in Copenhagen and cannot make it back. We must do our best to find the whereabouts of the old lady."
The woman nodded: "Old Song is right, the scope should be expanded. When people get old, they are like children. They can do whatever they want. Maybe they went to Omi or other cities."
Officer Wang said: "Then our Criminal Investigation Corps is powerless. We have to ask the ministry to come forward to coordinate. No, didn't Bureau Song serve as the head of the Jiangdong Provincial Department before? Just make a phone call to arrange it."
Song Jianfeng immediately took out his cell phone and called his favorite student Shen Hongyi. At the same time, Officer Wang's cell phone also rang, and he got up and went to the balcony to answer the call.
After Song Jianfeng had made arrangements, Officer Wang also finished answering the phone, with a strange look on his face: "There is a new situation. The body of an old woman was found in Huairou. The head has been crushed and unrecognizable. It is initially judged that the body was hidden and destroyed after a car accident.
, the physical characteristics are relatively close to Mr. Pan.”
Everyone rushed to the morgue immediately. Due to the serious damage to the body, Mrs. Zheng did not go in to take a look. She asked Song Jianfeng to observe it. It was indeed impossible to determine, but when the forensic doctor took out the deceased's shirt, Mrs. Zheng burst into tears: "This is my mother."
My clothes have my initials embroidered on the lining, it’s unmistakable.”