I don't have a good impression of the housekeeper. I always feel that he is not a good person. Now that I have experienced so much, I am even more sure of this feeling.
I asked Xiaoxuan: "How is your relationship with the class teacher named Li Ziang? Can he agree to help?"
Xiaoxuan seemed to be remembering the past, with an unnatural expression on her face.
"I had a quarrel with a teacher because I put on makeup at school. After I returned home, I asked my dad to send someone to beat him. Although I didn't do it, our relationship has never been very good, and I don't know if he still remembers me," he said.
Finally, Xiaoxuan lowered her head and her voice became smaller and smaller.
I said, why don't you give it a try? If you remember the phone number, give it a try now. The stuff at the newsstand is very important to us.
"Do you want to fight now? It's only after five o'clock. People may not have gotten up yet."
I said without further ado, give it a try, maybe it’s already up.
Xiaoxuan pressed her cell phone for a few minutes, recalling the phone number, and hesitated for a while before she finally plucked up the courage to press the dial button.
After failing to get through the first time, Xiaoxuan confirmed the phone number and added 00852 in front of the number.
00852 was adding a mobile phone number, and after waiting for a moment, a strange man's voice suddenly came from the phone.
"Hello."
"Thunder Monkey? Who is it?"
I don’t know whether Xiaoxuan was afraid of strangers or why she didn’t speak. I pointed at the screen of my phone and motioned for her to reply quickly.
Xiaoxuan picked up the phone and put it to her ear, and finally plucked up the courage to speak.
I don’t quite understand. I guess it means, Hello, teacher, I am your former student Zhao Xuanxuan. I’m sorry to disturb you so early.
The other party was silent for a moment, as if he was reminiscing, and then his tone suddenly increased and he started chattering a lot.
This long-distance call lasted nearly twenty minutes before I hung up.
I said to Xiaoxuan, why are you so good at Mandarin? Why do you, a teacher, speak like this?
Xiaoxuan said that half of her father's fishing company, including shareholders, are mainlanders. She learned Mandarin at a young age and can speak it naturally.
I asked her again, "How is it? Has this teacher Li Ziang agreed?"
Xiaoxuan nodded and said, "He has class in the morning and doesn't have time to go there, but he promised to go to the newsstand in the afternoon or evening to help ask."
I breathed a sigh of relief and nodded.
The two places are thousands of kilometers apart. At the moment, I can only think silently in my heart, hoping that the things are still at the newsstand. If they are not, I really don’t know what to do.
.......
After not sleeping all night, I would feel sleepy in the morning. I would lean back in my chair and close my eyes to rest, while a large number of fragments kept flashing through my mind like a slide show.
Mustard Hou, Changchun Hui, Baotou, Sister Hong, Yao Yumen, Golden Wind Yellow, Aza, Miaoyinniao, Jiuqingshui, Weeping Buddha, Old Scholar, Blue Potion...
"What are you thinking about, Fengzi?" I suddenly heard Dou Sprout calling me.
When I opened my eyes, there was nothing around me.
"Brother Yu, what are you doing there?" I looked up and saw Yu Wenbin standing on the top of the air-raid shelter, looking back and forth from time to time.
He jumped down the steps.
"We came back late last night. Did you hear a sound?"
"Sound? What sound," I said. I didn't hear any sound. There were only a few of us living in the air-raid shelter.
Brother Yu rubbed his temples, "Maybe I was too nervous. I seemed to hear a drum-like sound, just like the rattles used by children."
"Rattle?"
I thought about it and said, Brother Yu, you may have heard it wrong.
He nodded and asked again: "Don't talk about it, you seem to know whose hand it was that was severed before."
