Chapter 96 Twenty years of wind and rain, Xiaoquer, the child comes home
The band suddenly lost two members.
But they are all very experienced performers. Although Fang Jiping left and Fang Ruchang suddenly disappeared, the orchestra members discussed it and continued to complete the next performance.
Of course, this is a band that is indispensable for Zhang Qingrui and Miss Zhang cannot find a replacement at the request of Miss Zhang, right?
Besides, in this situation, it would be too perfunctory if the music could only be played through the speakers.
The next step is dancing.
This is a Western-style banquet, and the first dance is of course performed by the host.
Zhang Qinrui came to Mrs. Zhang... There were no men in the Zhang family, so this combination was somewhat strange, so Zhang Qinrui specially changed into a men's tuxedo.
The guests consciously carved out a circular space for the two people to slowly step to the rhythm.
Outside the crowd, the club owner, who once again fell into the barrier of people's perception, quietly carried a glass of water... The story is very long. Telling it in its entirety will actually make your mouth dry.
"Master, Fang Ruchang asked Wu Qiubin to take him away in the parking lot."
Luo Qiu nodded. He suddenly looked at Black Soul No. 9 and said in his heart: "I just said that I would give Grandma Zhang Qingrui a gift."
Black Soul No. 9 was stunned. He didn't know why his new master mentioned this matter now.
But Luo Qiu snapped his fingers at this moment.
Black Soul No. 9, who was dressed in black robes, gradually shed the black smoke on his body, and put on a black and white tuxedo, completely revealed.
Her hair was even neatly combed into a slicked back hairstyle.
This was a young but not handsome face, but it was a little pale. Looking at Black Soul No. 9's puzzled expression, Luo Qiu said nothing.
He just took a white napkin from the side, folded it in half in his hand, and then slowly stuffed it into the breast pocket of Black Soul No. 9's dress.
Luo Qiu smiled and patted his pocket, making the place a little tidier, and then said calmly: "Go and dance with Zhang Li Lanfang. It's a gift from me... but you can't speak."
Black Soul No. 9 was startled. Vaguely, he felt that the new master's instructions had some meaning that he could not figure out.
But...dance with Zhang Li Lanfang on the dance floor?
Why...there is an urge to jump for joy?
He walked slowly among the crowd, completely unable to see the surprised eyes around him. In a swirling dance, he quietly replaced Zhang Qinrui and appeared in front of Zhang Li Lanfang in an instant.
Zhang Qingrui, who had just completed a spin, looked at the sudden appearance of a figure in surprise, interrupting her next dance steps.
Who would be so ignorant to step out at this time? Even in Western dances, there is a etiquette of exchanging dance partners, but it is obviously not in this first dance.
Unexpectedly, her grandmother was staring blankly at the young man who came out, her eyes suddenly becoming blurry.
Without saying anything, Black Soul No. 9 just gently picked up Zhang Li Lanfang's palm and came closer.
Subconsciously, Mrs. Zhang did not even resist, but followed the other party's footsteps and slowly walked around the dance floor.
There is no good-looking pace.
What kind of emotion is that? Zhang Qingrui has never seen it in her grandmother before... Infatuated? Or something?
She suddenly had a feeling that she could not integrate into the dance between this man and her grandmother. She even felt that at this moment, everyone present here seemed to be superfluous.
No words were spoken.
Black Soul No. 9 and Zhang Li Lanfang just looked at each other silently, never leaving each other's eyes for a moment... until the waltz had finished playing.
Another song also sounded at this time.
After the first dance, everyone started dancing next. The guests followed their own dance steps and began to spin onto the dance floor.
Immersed in an unforgettable touch, Zhang Lilanfang felt as if she had returned to decades ago, when she was still young.
However... I don't know when, there was no one around her anymore.
Like a dream, this dance has come to an end.
The old lady felt lost and looked around aimlessly, but she could no longer find the man who suddenly broke in.
"grandmother……"
Zhang Qinrui came to Zhang Lilanfang's side, "The person just now was..."
Zhang Li Lanfang shook her head subconsciously, with a complicated expression, but said to herself: "This may be the best birthday gift I received today."
I will give your grandmother a gift as a small compensation.
Subconsciously, Miss Zhang thought of that mysterious classmate who once said casual things.
Could it be...
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Fang Jiping rushed all the way and arrived at the hospital accompanied by his girlfriend Xiaoman.
Perhaps he was timid. Standing outside the hospital, Fang Jiping hesitated to go in. At this time, Xiaoman grabbed Fang Jiping's hand and said, "You are at the venue, so many people dare to tell you about your life experience.
Are you afraid to go in when you come here?"
Fang Jiping gave a bitter smile, took a deep breath, then took Xiaoman's hand and walked into the hospital.
But when they arrived at the general ward, Fang Jiping and Xiaoman did not see Yang Ping, who was originally on the hospital bed. Not only was Yang Ping missing, but the cloth bag was also missing.
"How could this happen... When I left, he was still here and didn't wake up." Xiaoman was stunned and looked around in panic.
Fang Jiping saw a nurse outside the corridor who was about to come in for a consultation. He quickly walked up and asked, "Girl, I want to ask, where is the lady on the hospital bed?"
"Huh? You were there when I just left? Where did you go?" The nurse girl also looked confused.
At this time, a child who was lying on the bed next to him and reading a book suddenly said: "This lady just woke up and said she wanted to find her son, so she walked out and ran."
"This..." Fang Jiping was stunned and looked at his girlfriend subconsciously.
Xiaoman quickly grabbed Fang Jiping's hand and said, "She probably hasn't gone far yet. Let's look for him separately!"
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No, the hospital doesn't have it.
There is none outside the hospital either.
Aimlessly among the crowd, sweating profusely, Fang Jiping and Xiaoman still could not find out where Yang Ping was.
"She is alone and in poor health...where can she go?" Fang Jiping knocked on the tree trunk on the side of the road with a worried look on his face.
"Selling popsicles, delicious old popsicles~ Selling popsicles, delicious old popsicles... Sir, Miss, would you like some popsicles?"
A young man wearing a cap and a small insulated box was shouting all the way, and at this time he came to Fang Jiping and Xiaoman.
Is Fang Jiping in the mood to eat popsicles?
He wanted to drive this little brother away irritably, but suddenly his heart moved, "Give me two... But little brother, let me ask you something, you have never seen an aunt, she should be wearing patient clothes.
?Relatively thin, a bit hunchbacked."
"Yes! You just bought me two popsicles."
"Where?" Fang Jiping immediately grabbed his brother's hands excitedly and asked.
The young man pointed to the front and said, "Well, we just met at the corner in front. I don't know if we have gone far."
"Thanks!"
After saying that, Fang Jiping quickly ran in the direction pointed by the little brother. The little brother quickly said: "Sir, you haven't changed yet!"
"No!" Xiaoman quickly followed, then turned back to look at the popsicle seller.
She suddenly stopped, hesitated, looked at the popsicle seller, frowned and said, "Sir, have I seen you somewhere?"
"Is there any?" The boy selling popsicles pressed down on the peaked cap he was wearing and chuckled: "Probably not...ah, that gentleman has gone away."
Xiaoman looked back and saw that it was true.
"Remember...this seems to be the guy who posted flyers downstairs yesterday?" She quickly turned around and asked, "Where's the person?"
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The aunt just sat under the tree. There was an office building nearby and there was no one there.
Quietly.
When Fang Jiping ran over, he saw Yang Ping with her head lowered, holding the shabby cloth bag, stroking it gently, as if she was saying something.
Step by step, he walked to Yang Ping.
I heard what Yang Ping said.
In fact, what he said was not a word, it was just a very old ditty that many women in mountain villages would sing in the past to put their children to sleep.
She seemed not to see anyone in front of her, completely immersed in her own world. She gently shook the cloth bag in her hand, then took out a small wave from her arms and shook it gently.
"Hu baby, go to sleep, mother tiger baby, a good boy..."
Seeing Yang Ping lowering her head and kissing the bag, Fang Jiping's eyes instantly turned red.
He squatted on the ground, grabbed Yang Ping's palm with trembling hands, and pressed it deeply to his face, choked with sobs that he could not speak.
Yang Ping didn't seem to notice, and the little song in her mouth did not stop.
Obsessed with obsession.
"You don't recognize me..." Fang Jiping raised his head and said with difficulty.
The aunt seemed to pause for a moment, tilting her head. She suddenly looked at Fang Jiping, as if hesitating, and finally took out an old popsicle that had not been opened from her arms, "Don't cry, kid, I beg you
Want to eat popsicles? But I can only eat one, and I want to leave one for my tiger baby."
It had already melted and became wet.
Reaching out to hold the popsicle, he suddenly knelt on the ground while squatting. Holding it, Fang Jiping lowered his head and curled up. He lowered his head on the bricks on the ground and screamed in pain.
Said something.
"mother!"
"Don't cry, kid."
Yang Ping stretched out her hand and touched Fang Jiping's head, as gently as touching the cloth bag in her arms. For some reason, there was a smile on her face.
She was just humming a little song from the mountains softly again, touching Fang Jiping's head and the cloth bag in her arms, as if there was an extra person in her world.
Twenty years of wind and rain, a little song, the child comes home. (To be continued.)
