In the afternoon, because of Long Xiruo's commotion, Luo Qiu, who was no longer in the mood to go out, spent the afternoon reading in the club.
About time before dinner in the evening, a new guest came to the club.
An old woman in ragged clothes was carrying a large gray-white cloth bag and a thin bamboo pole. At first glance, Luo Qiu looked a bit like a scavenger or a wanderer.
His face was covered with weather and wrinkles, and his slightly hunched body looked very thin.
"Youye, what's for dinner tonight?"
“Seared duck breast with orange juice, French corn and mushroom soup, and buns.”
Luo Qiu nodded and ordered: "The guest's teeth are not good, please get some soup and bread."
Of course, this conversation took place when the old woman was still standing in front of the door and when the wind chimes were just ringing. Seeing that the old woman was having trouble walking, Luo Qiu walked forward and helped her sit down.
"I, I have no money."
The old woman's voice was a little uneasy.
She didn't even think about spending money in this place. Although she couldn't see clearly what it was doing here, her extremely blurry vision could still tell that the person supporting her was very neatly dressed.
And he's extremely polite.
Could it be a very high-end place?
"Don't worry, ma'am, we don't charge money here."
I feel like calling her "Auntie" is more in line with this old woman's world.
Luo Qiu sat in front of the aunt. Youye moved very quickly. At this moment, the dining cart had rolled out a thick soup and a small basket of bread and placed them in front of the aunt.
She couldn't see clearly with her eyes, but her nose was still there, and the aunt smelled waves of strong fragrance. She couldn't remember how long it had been since she smelled this kind of fragrance that made her mouth water.
Probably many, many years ago, during the Chinese New Year, there was a reunion dinner.
"What is this?" the aunt couldn't help asking.
Youye said softly: "Auntie, this is a thick soup made of truffles and corn. The bread is bought from outside, but it was just baked today."
"This...this is all for me?" The aunt said in disbelief: "I, I can't afford it."
"Don't worry, aunt, this is what our boss treats you to eat." You Ye smiled and said, "If it's not enough, there's more in it."
"Big sister, big brother, thank you!" The aunt thanked her gratefully.
Maybe he was really hungry.
Although there were still a few steamed buns in the bag, the aroma of the soup in front of her was too much for her to resist.
Luo Qiu asked for a glass of water and watched the old woman sipping soup and biting bread.
After finishing all the food in front of her, the aunt said a little uneasily: "Brother, I, I really have no money. I am wandering alone and I can't go home..."
"It's nothing, just entertaining guests." Luo Qiu put down the water glass and reached out to gently press the back of the aunt's hand on the table.
In just an instant, the aunt retracted her palm in horror.
Because in just this moment, she understood what kind of place she had arrived.
By exchanging things other than money and wealth, you can buy whatever you want, as long as you can afford the required price.
But it's still unbelievable.
At this time, Luo Qiu waved his hand and gently wiped it away in front of the aunt's eyes, and the white turbid eyes suddenly became black and white.
Feeling the clear sight that had long gone away, the aunt touched her eyes with trembling hands, and her eyes suddenly became moist, "My eyes, my eyes...how could it be...unbelievable! Unbelievable!"
She clearly saw the beautiful maid lady, and naturally she also saw the neatly dressed club owner... Because her eyesight suddenly recovered, she didn't look too panicked even when she saw the owner's strange outfit.
The aunt looked at her hands subconsciously...it turned out that they were already so old and rough, and the traces of dirt clinging to them were like black lines.
However, his vision slowly became blurry again at this moment, as if all this was just a flash in the pan.
"Me, my eyes!"
"It's an experience." Luo Qiu said softly: "Let me know, aunt, that we are capable of doing things you can't imagine. This is a place where people in need can come. So..."
He stood up, in front of the aunt, put the armrest on his chest, bent slightly and said: "Dear guest, may I ask, is there anything you need?"
At this time, the aunt hardly hesitated, and quickly took out a leaflet from the bag and placed it on the table.
She smoothed the wrinkled leaflet with her hands again and again, lest it appear any wrinkles or corners.
"He, him! My son, my son, can you help me find him? It's been twenty years! He has been kidnapped for twenty years... Please! Help me find him!"
The aunt said, holding on to the table, and knelt down, "Brother... no, you are gods! I am here to kowtow to you! Please! Help me find my son!"
Luo Qiu glanced at Youye.
The sensible maid bent over and helped the aunt up, sitting back on the chair again.
Luo Qiu said: "Auntie, your name is Yang Ping. Your son disappeared twenty years ago. In these years, you have been searching for him all the way from your hometown in Hebei to the south. In the past twenty years, you have only returned home three times. The last time
, it was already seven years ago. You suffered from cataracts and your health was not as good as before. Last year you collapsed on the roadside and were sent to the hospital by a kind person. The doctor said you had tuberculosis, right?"
"Yes, yes!" The aunt kept nodding her head.
"There is a huge sea of people. If you want to find your son based only on an old photo of your childhood, if there is no accident, I'm afraid you won't be able to find him in the rest of your time."
I'm afraid this body, which is full of holes, won't be able to survive this year.
"I, I just want to find my son." Yang Ping raised her head: "In the past ten or twenty years, there have been many people like me looking for sons and daughters outside. We met on the road, and we talked about
When I was a child, I couldn't help but cry all night... I saw too many desperate people give up. But I know... Even if there is just a slight chance, it doesn't matter what we are asked to do, we will do it.
I am also willing. So, no matter what I have to pay, I just want to find my son!"
"I see."
Luo Qiu nodded. When the guest said his original intention, the old parchment was slowly unfolded in front of her. All the aunt could give was consistent with this request, and the only thing left was this old and lonely person.
soul.
…
…
The sweet sound of the violin came from the small courtyard of the duplex unit in the community.
Even though they were separated by fences and trees, the melodious sound was not impaired. Fang Jiping practiced playing the piano in his small yard after dinner as usual.
Suddenly the phone rang. Fang Jiping put down the violin in his hand, glanced at the caller ID, and then at the housekeeper.
Fang Ruchang was sitting on the sofa reading the newspaper.
Fang Jiping suddenly walked away a little, out of Fang Ruchang's sight, then answered the phone and chatted softly with the girl on the other end of the phone.
We have known each other for a year, and she was not his audience at a certain concert, but just a staff member of the concert hall, an ordinary girl who worked hard for life.
There should have been no intersection, but the string in Fang Jiping's heart was suddenly stirred. He had been dating the girl for more than half a year without telling his family.
"Are you practicing the piano again?"
"Well, are you off work?"
"Just got off! But I still have a part-time job at a convenience store."
"Didn't I tell you that you don't have to be so lucky?"
"This won't work! If you don't work hard, I won't have enough money to go to Belgium to watch your game next month! I want to sit in the front row of your audience!"
"I told you, I will make arrangements for you."
"As promised before! You only need to pay for my admission ticket. I have to rely on my own efforts for travel expenses, food and accommodation! Skip this topic, otherwise I will be angry!"
"All right……"
Fang Jiping shook his head helplessly, looked at the clear sky on the summer night, and talked to the girl some interesting things, hoping that she would not feel bored on the road.
…
Outside the fence.
Yang Ping, who was holding Luo Qiu's arm, could only rely on the light in the room to vaguely see a figure... who seemed to be talking.
Her eyesight is not good, but her ears have been able to hear more things in recent years.
The aunt's hand holding Luo Qiu's arm tightened suddenly, "Really, is it really my son... He, is he talking?"
"Fang Jiping, twenty-five years old." Luo Qiu said calmly: "Twenty years ago, Fang Ruchang bought a child from someone else..." (To be continued.)
