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In the afternoon, because of the commotion caused by Long Xiruo, Luoqiu, who was not in the mood to go out, stayed in the club and read books for the whole afternoon.
About before dinner in the evening, a new guest came to the club.
An old woman in ragged clothes, carrying a large gray cloth bag and holding a thin bamboo pole. At first glance, Luoqiu looked a bit like a scavenger, but also like a wanderer.
Her face was full of wind and frost and wrinkles, and her slightly hunched body looked very thin.
"You Ye, what's for dinner today?"
"Fried duck breast with fragrant orange juice, French corn and mushroom soup, small bread."
Luoqiu nodded and said, "The guest's teeth are not good, get some soup and small bread."
Of course, this conversation happened when the old woman was still standing in front of the door, and when the wind chime had just sounded. Seeing that the old woman had trouble walking, Luoqiu walked forward and helped her sit down.
"I, I don't have money."
The old woman's voice was a little uneasy.
She did not even think about spending money in this place. Although she could not see clearly what this place was for, she could still see that the person who helped her was dressed very neatly.
And he was also very polite.
Could it be a very high-class place?
"Auntie, don't worry, we don't take money here."
He felt that calling her auntie was more in line with the old woman's world.
Luoqiu sat in front of the auntie. You Ye moved quickly. At this moment, she had already used the dining car to push out a bowl of soup and a small basket of bread in front of the auntie.
Her eyes could not see clearly, but her nose was still there. The auntie smelled a strong fragrance. She could not remember how long it had been since she smelled such a fragrance that made her mouth salivate.
Probably many years ago, during the New Year, there was a table of reunion dinner.
"What is this?" The auntie could not help but ask.
You Ye said softly, "Auntie, this is a thick soup made with truffles and corn. The bread was bought outside, but it was just baked today."
"This … this is all for me?" The aunt said in disbelief, "I, I can't afford it."
"Auntie, don't worry. Our boss invited you to eat." You Ye smiled and said, "If it's not enough, there's more inside."
"Big sister, big brother, thank you!" The aunt thanked them gratefully.
Perhaps he was really hungry.
Although there were still a few steamed buns in the cloth bag, the aroma of the soup in front of her was irresistible.
Luoqiu asked for a glass of water and watched the old woman drink the soup and bite the bread.
After she finished all the food in front of her, the aunt said uneasily, "Big brother, I, I really don't have any money. I'm wandering around alone and can't go home … "
"Nothing, just to entertain the guest." Luoqiu put down the glass and put his hand on the back of the aunt's hand on the table.
In just an instant, the auntie withdrew her hand in horror.
Because in just a moment, she understood what kind of place she was in.
With things other than money, one could buy anything they wanted as long as they could afford to pay the price.
But it was still unbelievable.
At this time, Luo Qiu waved his hand in front of the auntie's eyes and gently wiped them away. The cloudy eyeballs suddenly became clear.
Feeling the clear sight that was already far away, the aunt touched her eyes with trembling hands. Her eyes suddenly became moist, "My eyes, my eyes … how could it be … incredible! Incredible! "
She clearly saw the beautiful servant girl and the well-dressed club boss … Since she regained her sight, she didn't panic even when she saw the strange clothes of the club boss.
The aunt looked at her hands subconsciously … It turned out that they were so old and rough. There was no dirt in the palm lines, like a black line.
However, her sight slowly became blurred again, as if all this was just a flash in the pan.
"My, my eyes!"
"It's an experience." Luoqiu said softly, "To let you know that we have the ability to do something you can't imagine. This is a place where people who need it can come. So … "
He stood up and stood in front of the auntie. He placed his hands in front of his chest and bowed slightly. "Esteemed guest, may I ask if you need anything?"
The aunt almost didn't hesitate at this time. She quickly took out a flyer from the cloth bag and put it on the table.
She smoothed the wrinkled flyer again and again with both hands, as if she was afraid of any wrinkles and corners.
"He, he! My son, my son, can you help me find him? Twenty years! He's been kidnapped for twenty years … I beg of you! Help me find him! "
The aunt said, holding the table and kneeling on the ground, "Big brother … no, you are immortals! I'm kowtowing to you here! I beg you! Help me find my son! "
Luoqiu glanced at You Ye.
The sensible servant girl bent down to help the aunt up and sat back on the chair.
Luoqiu said, "Aunt, your name is Yang Ping. Your son disappeared twenty years ago. You have been looking for him for twenty years from your hometown in Hebei to the south. You only came home three times in twenty years. The last time was seven years ago. You have cataracts and your body is not as good as before. Last year, you fell down 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.
"There are so many people. If you want to find your son with only an old childhood photo, I'm afraid you can't find him in the rest of your time."
This body with thousands of holes might not survive this year.
"I, I just want to find my son back." Yang Ping raised her head, "In the past twenty years, there are many people like me who are looking for their sons and daughters. We met on the road. When we talked about our children, we couldn't help crying for a whole night … I saw too many desperate people give up. But I know … even if it's only a little chance, a little chance, we are willing to do anything. So, no matter what I have to do, I just want to find my son back! "
"I see."
Luoqiu nodded. When the guest said her original intention, the old parchment had been unfolded in front of her. The only thing that the aunt could offer that could meet this requirement was this old and lonely soul.
…
…
The melodious sound of a violin came from the small courtyard of a duplex apartment in the residential area.
Even the fence and trees couldn't hurt the melodious sound. After dinner, Fang Jiping practiced playing the zither in his yard as usual.
Suddenly the phone rang. Fang Jiping put down the violin in his hand, glancing at the caller ID and then at Fang Nie.
Fang Ruchang was now sitting on the sofa, reading the newspaper.
Fang Jiping walked away, out of Fang Ruchang's sight. Then he picked up the phone, chatting with the girl on the other side of the phone.
They had known each other for about a year at a concert. She was not his audience, but just a staff member of the concert hall. She was an ordinary girl who worked hard for her life.
They shouldn't have any connection, but the string in Fang Jiping's heart was suddenly stirred. He had been dating the girl for more than half a year behind his family's back.
"Are you practicing the violin again?"
"Yes, have you got off work?"
"Just got off! But I have a part-time job in a convenience store. "
"Didn't I tell you not to work so hard?"
"No way! If I don't work hard, I won't have enough money to go to Belgium next month to watch your competition! I want to sit in the first row as your audience! "
"I told you, I'll arrange it for you."
"We've reached an agreement! You only need to pay for my admission ticket, I have to rely on my own efforts to pay for the travel expenses! Skip this topic, or I'll be angry! "
"OK …"
Fang Jiping shook his head helplessly, looking at the clear summer night sky, talking with the girl about some interesting things, hoping she wouldn't feel bored on the way.
…
Outside the fence.
Yang Ping, who was holding Luoqiu's arm, could only see a vague figure by the light in the room … who seemed to be talking.
Her eyes weren't good, but her ears could hear more things these years.
The aunt suddenly tightened her grip on Luo Qiu's arm, "Is, is he really my son … Is, is he talking?"
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