The old Jiangbei Airport was built during the Republic of China and has now been demolished and turned into a residential area. The new airport is located on the south bank of the Huaijiang River, 30 kilometers away from the city. Liu Handong got off the plane, took a black car and went straight to the city. He was returning to China with a Hong Kong and Macao pass.
, and then used a forged ID card to buy a plane ticket to return home, because according to Luohan’s suggestion, his injustice case had not been vindicated and he could not use his real identity. |[2][3][w][x]
In fact, Luo Han does not recommend that Liu Handong return to China. The game is still going on and the dust has not settled yet. It is better to come back now and not be discovered. If he is caught, all the previous efforts will be wasted and others will be hurt.
But Liu Handong is tired of the days of exile. He has been through the hail of bullets so many times that he has become indifferent to life and death. Moreover, he has the strength to get rid of anyone who threatens him.
The driver of the black car was a middle-aged uncle who was very talkative and complained all the way, saying that international oil prices had dropped so sharply, while domestic refined oil prices had only dropped symbolically a few times, and the burden of driving was still very heavy.
"I used to run long distances, but then I couldn't lose money, so I switched to this job. No one cares, no one asks, just make enough to spend on yourself. What do you think of the oil company? If the oil price goes up, they say they are losing money, if the oil price goes down, they say they are losing money.
They also claim to be losing money. If they cooperate with the country and let them manage oil, they have not made any money, so why not let me be the general manager to ensure that they make money." The uncle driver's mind was divergent and he kept nagging. Liu Handong did not answer the conversation and just looked at it.
Looking out the window at the familiar yet unfamiliar scenery.
When the bus arrived at its destination, Liu Handong got off the car, picked up his luggage and walked on the street. It was winter, and he was wearing very thin clothes, an M65 jacket, and desert boots under his jeans. He turned up his collar and put it in his pocket, just like in "No.
Rambo returns to his hometown in "A Drop of Blood".
He stayed at the Home Inn, two blocks away from Binhe Community. He was not in a hurry to go home. He first observed the surrounding situation. The police station's monitoring of his home had been lifted, but the neighborhood committee staff still maintained the habit of coming downstairs every day.
, they are all-pervasive spies. They will know immediately when a stranger comes to a house, and they are more sensitive than surveillance cameras.
Liu Handong was sitting in the Lanzhou Ramen Shop at the entrance of the community. When he saw He Jian coming out of the door, he put down his bowls and chopsticks and followed him. After following for a distance, he made sure it was safe and then shouted softly from behind: "Uncle He."
He Jian stiffened for a moment and stopped.
"Keep walking." Liu Handong said.
He Jian continued to move forward and turned to look at this unfamiliar young man. Although the man's face had changed a little, his voice had not changed. He immediately recognized that this was Liu Handong, who had been missing for more than two years.
"When did you come back?" He Jian's voice was calm, but he could tell that he was trying to control his emotions.
"You came back yesterday, how are you at home?" Liu Handong and He Jian walked side by side, as if they were acquaintances.
"Everything is going well at home, Dongdong, you are a father." He Jian hurriedly told him the belated good news.
This time it was Liu Handong's turn to freeze. Even though he had experienced hundreds of battles and withstood the stormy waves, he was still stunned by the sudden news.
"Boy or girl?" Liu Handong asked eagerly, "Is Ma Ling okay?"
"Boy, you can grow up as you like, but it's hard for Ma Ling. This child needs to be strong and doesn't want us to take care of him. His mother has cancer and your grandfather is not in good health. We can't live without people here. Alas, no matter what, you
Just come back." He Jian's voice was slightly choked. He held back and took out his mobile phone: "I'll call your mother."
"Don't say I'm back." Liu Handong looked back and confirmed again that no one was following him, "Invite her out."
"I understand." He Jian picked up his cell phone and dialed. "People from the neighborhood committee come to the house every week to ask questions."
The call got through, and He Jian tried to use a calm tone to inform Shui Qin that he should come to the vegetable market and buy cheap Chinese cabbage.
Ten minutes later, Shui Qin came with a basket. He Jian stepped forward to talk to her and took her to a messy alley behind the vegetable market. There were no cameras here and there was only garbage everywhere.
Shui Qin recognized Liu Handong at a glance. He was her son after all. Even if he turned to ashes, she could recognize it. She burst into tears instantly. Liu Handong's eyes were also wet. He forced a smile and said: "Mom, why are you crying? I don't have to do everything."
Is the tail one back?"
"Let Mom take a look." Shuiqin looked at her son back and forth. Fortunately, his legs and feet were intact. She breathed a sigh of relief: "You have become darker, thinner, and your face has changed. How much hardship and suffering must you endure?"
Ah." As he spoke, he started to cry again.
He Jian said: "Don't cry. The child is back. Let's do some serious things first. He hasn't met Xiao Xi yet."
Liu Handong said: "Who is Xiaoxi?"
"That's your son, you heartless man. That man, Ma Ling and his wife, left him alone. Now the child is one and a half years old. His surname is not Liu, but Ma, and his nickname is Ma Xiaoxi."
Liu Handong said: "Ma Xiaoxi, Ma Xiaoxi, okay, Ma Xiaoxi will be Ma Xiaoxi."
Shuiqin said: "You won't leave when you come back."
Liu Handong said: "I still have to go. The matter is not finished yet, but it will be done soon."
Shuiqin looked around and lowered her voice: "They are still looking for you, so be careful. Your family is fine. When you look back and see no one, go home and see your grandpa. His health is getting worse every year."
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Liu Handong nodded.
Shuiqin wiped her tears: "Just come back. Don't worry about us. Go to Omi quickly, see your son, and comfort Ma Ling. You are sorry for me. Just live in peace from now on. Our family can't stand the trouble anymore."
Liu Handong said: "Okay, I will go to Omi now and see grandpa later."
"Go ahead, go ahead, there's no rush here." He Jian and Shui Qin said together.
…
Omi, noon, a suburban mutton restaurant. Taxi drivers often gather here to eat and take a rest. Ma Ling is among them. She doesn’t fit in with others. She sits alone at a table and orders a bowl of noodles. She finishes eating.
She just left without wasting time. She needed money to buy milk powder for her son and medicine for her mother.
The drivers gathered together to eat. There were roasted haggis, mutton soup and other food on the table. From time to time, someone would tell two dirty jokes with the meal. There were also a few female drivers among them. They had always been the focus of the jokes, but no one had ever dared to drive Ma Ling.
It's a joke, because this sister is ruthless, and once an ignorant man molested her, and she was beaten and sent to the hospital for a month.
A pot of braised mutton was placed in front of Ma Ling. She raised her head and said suspiciously, "I didn't order it."
"There's someone over there who can order for you." The waiter pointed to the big table.
Ma Ling looked over and saw that a group of people at the big table burst into laughter. Only one young man did not laugh. His name was Wang Chao, who was also the driver of Qingshi Taxi.
"Thank you." Ma Ling nodded in greeting. She was not pretentious. She would accept others' kindness and would reciprocate it. After the meal was finished and everyone got on the bus, the boss took two boxes of Jin Huaijiang and threw them to Wang Chao: "Sister Ma
For you."
Sister Ma had already finished eating and left. The drivers smiled kindly, and someone joked: "Wang Chao, you have such a beautiful idea. If you take down Sister Ma, you will have a wife and children, so there is no need to bother."
Wang Chao defended: "I just think she is quite pitiful."
Someone said: "Wang Chao, do you know what Sister Ma's man does?"
Wang Chao had just entered the industry, and he didn't know much about the major events in the past, so he shook his head in confusion.
The man gave him some popular science: "Sister Ma's man was a boss of the Omi underworld two years ago. He was very successful. Later he went abroad. It is said that he died abroad, leaving Sister Ma and her mother behind. He has seen the world.
If you really want to pursue me, my brother will have to remind you and think carefully about yourself."
Wang Chao scratched his head and said nothing.
In the evening, on the side of the highway, Ma Ling's car broke down. She called the company's rescue phone number, but the tow truck hadn't arrived yet. She was getting anxious when a green taxi stopped nearby. Wang Chao got out of the car and said, "Sister Ma, what's wrong?"
Already?"
"I don't know, it won't start, and the fault light keeps flashing. I'm in a hurry to go back and pick up the kids."
"Let me take a look." Wang Chao turned around and took the tool bag and the jack, got under the car, fiddled with it for a while and said, "You're losing power, you've traveled too much."
Ma Ling said: "That's okay, I'm just worried that if the car breaks down, the company will fine me."
Wang Chao said: "I will change the battery to you, you go first."
Ma Ling said: "How can that be done?"
Wang Chao said: "Then why doesn't it work? Hurry up and help me."
The battery pack of Qingshi Taxi can be replaced manually. Wang Chao removed the battery pack from his own car and replaced it with Ma Ling's car. After starting it, the fault light stopped flashing.
"Let's go, I'll stay and wait for rescue." Wang Chao clapped his hands with a relaxed look on his face.
"Thank you, Xiao Wang." Ma Ling was a little embarrassed, but eager to pick up the child, he got in the car and left.
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In Huanghua Community, Ma Ling parked the car, quickly went upstairs, opened the door, and entered the bedroom. His son Ma Xiaoxi was tied to the bed with a cloth strap and was staring at the TV watching a shopping program. The bed was in a mess, with feces and urine.
"Why did you wet the bed again and even pooped your pants!" Ma Ling was furious and picked up his son to check. It turned out that the diaper was leaking due to overload.
Ma Xiaoxi burst into tears, but Ma Ling couldn't bear to beat him, so he got busy, cleaned his son, changed the sheets, put the dirty ones into the washing machine, and walked into the kitchen. There were only leftovers and the refrigerator was empty. His son was crying again.
Crying loudly: "Mom, I'm hungry."
Ma Ling was so anxious that she didn't even have hot water for making milk powder at home. Ma Guoqing had a stomach bug in the past two days and was hospitalized with Wang Yulan. The two of them were able to take care of each other and left a child to her. She always wanted to be strong.
He would not ask Liu Handong's family for help when it came to big things. He would bear all the hardships and tiredness on his own.
She rummaged through it again. She still had some noodles, a few eggs, and a bottle of Laoganma at home. She was too lazy to go out to buy groceries, so she just made do with it. She hurriedly took down the noodles, cracked two eggs in, and glanced at the wall.
After reading the calendar, I suddenly realized that today is my son’s second birthday.
"Son, be good at home. Mom will go buy you something delicious." Ma Ling turned off the gas stove, took his wallet and went out. He ran to the cake shop at the entrance of the community. Prices had risen sharply, and pure cream cakes were on sale at every turn.
One hundred yuan, she chose the cheapest one and ran home in a hurry. When she opened the door, Ma Xiaoxi was waiting for her.
"Look, cake!" Ma Ling pulled out a small cake like a magic trick, and Ma Xiaoxi giggled happily.
Ma Ling filled the noodles. The big bowl belonged to him, and the small bowl belonged to his son. He put two eggs in his son's bowl, put two candles on the small cake, lit it and said, "Son, make a wish."
"What is a wish?" Ma Xiaoxi said in a sweet voice.
"Just say what you want, and God will buy it for you," Ma Ling said.
Ma Xiaoxi thought seriously for a while and said, "I want to buy a daddy."
Ma Ling burst into tears instantly, turned away, her body was shaking, and she covered her mouth to keep from crying.
Ma Xiaoxi was frightened and ran over to pull her mother: "If mom doesn't cry, I don't want to buy dad anymore."
Ma Ling hugged her son tightly: "Good boy, mom is not crying, mom is confused."