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Two members of the orchestra were missing.
However, they were all experienced performers. Although Fang Jiping had left and Fang Ruchang had disappeared suddenly, the members of the orchestra discussed and decided to finish the next performance.
Of course, this was requested by Ms. Zhang Qingrui — they couldn't find another orchestra to replace them.
Besides, on this occasion, it would be too perfunctory if they could only play music through the sound system.
The next part was dancing.
This was a western-style banquet, so the first dance should be performed by the host.
Zhang Qingrui came to Mrs. Zhang … There was no male in Zhang's family, so it was a bit weird for her to wear such a combination. Therefore, Zhang Qingrui specially changed into a man's swallowtail coat.
The guests consciously created a circular space for the two of them to slowly step into the rhythm.
Outside the crowd, the club boss, who was once again caught in people's perception barrier, quietly took a glass of water … It was a long story. Actually, he would feel thirsty after telling the whole story.
"Master, Fang Ruchang was taken away by Wu Qiubin in the parking lot."
Luoqiu nodded. He suddenly looked at Black Soul No.9, saying, "I've just said that I'll give Zhang Qingrui's grandmother a gift."
Black Soul No.9 was dumbfounded. He didn't know why his new master mentioned this at this moment.
However, Luo Qiu snapped his fingers at this time.
Black Soul No.9 in a black robe gradually removed the black smoke on his body, and put on a black and white swallowtail coat, showing himself completely.
His hair was combed neatly into a slicked-back hairstyle.
This was a young face that couldn't be considered handsome, but his complexion was slightly paler. Looking at Black Soul No.9's puzzled expression, Luoqiu didn't say anything.
He just took a white napkin from the side, folding it in his hand. After folding it, he slowly stuffed it into the chest pocket of Black Soul No.9's dress.
Luoqiu patted the pocket with a smile, making it tidy, saying indifferently, "Go, dance with Zhang Lilanfang. Consider it a gift from me to her … but you can't say anything. "
Black Soul No.9 was stunned. Vaguely, he felt that his new master's order had some meaning that he couldn't figure out.
But … to have a dance with Zhang Lilanfang on the dance floor?
Why … did he have the urge to jump for joy?
He slowly walked through the crowd, completely oblivious to the surprised gazes around him. She just took the place of Zhang Qingrui and appeared in front of Zhang Lilanfang in a twinkling of an eye.
Zhang Qingrui, who had just finished a spin, was surprised to see a figure suddenly appear, interrupting her dance.
Who was so insensible to walk out at this time? Even in the Western dance parties, there was etiquette for exchanging partners, but obviously not in the first dance.
Unexpectedly, her grandmother stared blankly at the young man who had just walked out. Her gaze suddenly became blurry.
Without saying anything, Black Soul No.9 picked up Li Lanfang's palm gently and approached her.
Subconsciously, Old Madam Zhang didn't even resist. Instead, she followed his footsteps and walked slowly on the dance floor.
She didn't have any beautiful steps.
What kind of emotion was that? Zhang Qingrui had never seen her grandmother's … Infatuation? Or something else?
She suddenly had a feeling that she couldn't blend into the dance steps of this man and her grandmother. She even felt that at this moment, all the people here seemed to be superfluous.
No words were spoken.
Black Soul No.9 and Zhang Lilanfang just looked at each other silently … until a waltz was finished.
Another one was played at this moment.
After the first dance, it was time for the others to dance. The guests also began to spin into the dance floor with their own dance steps.
Zhang Lilanfang, who was immersed in an unforgettable touch, felt as if she had returned to decades ago when she was still a young girl.
However … she didn't know when, but there was no one around her.
It was like a dream. This dance had already ended and the crowd had dispersed.
The Old Madam was disappointed and frustrated. She looked around aimlessly, but could not find the man who had suddenly barged in.
"Grandma …"
Zhang Qingrui came to Zhang Lilanfang's side, "That man is …"
Zhang Lilanfang shook her head subconsciously with a complicated expression. She said to herself, "This may be the best birthday present I've received today."
'I'll send a present to your grandmother as a compensation.'
Unconsciously, Ms. Zhang thought of the mysterious classmate who had once said something casually.
Could it be …
…
…
Fang Jiping rushed all the way to the hospital accompanied by his girlfriend, Manman.
Perhaps he was timid. Standing outside the hospital, Fang Jiping didn't dare to go in. Manman grasped Fang Jiping's hand, "You dared to tell so many people about your family background at the banquet. Don't you dare to go in here?"
Fang Jiping smiled bitterly, taking a deep breath. Then he held Manman's hand and walked into the hospital.
But when they came to the ordinary ward, they didn't see Yang Ping who was lying on the sickbed. Not only Yang Ping, but the bag was also gone.
"How could it be … She was still here when I left. She didn't wake up." Manman gave a start, looking around in a flurry.
Fang Jiping saw a nurse in the corridor who intended to come in for a visit. He hurriedly walked up to her and asked, "Miss, may I know where the woman on the bed is?"
"Oh? She was still here when I went out. Where did she go? "The nurse was also confused.
At this time, a kid lying on the sickbed reading a book suddenly said, "The aunt just woke up and said she was going to find her son. She went out by herself."
"Well …" Fang Jiping gave a start, looking at his girlfriend subconsciously.
Manman hurriedly grasped Fang Jiping's hand, "She shouldn't have gone far. Let's look for her separately!"
…
No, she wasn't in the hospital.
Neither was she outside the hospital.
Fang Jiping and Manman still couldn't find Yang Ping's whereabouts, even though they were sweating profusely in the crowd.
"She's alone and in poor health … Where could she go?" Fang Jiping knocked on the roadside tree trunk, looking anxious.
"Selling popsicles, delicious old popsicles ~ Selling popsicles, delicious old popsicles … Sir, Miss, do you want some popsicles?"
A young man wearing a peaked cap and a small thermal box on his body shouted all the way. At this time, he came to Fang Jiping and Manman.
How could Fang Jiping have the mood to eat old popsicles?
He was irritated and wanted to drive this young man away, but suddenly his heart moved, "Give me two … But young man, let me ask you something. You haven't seen an aunty before. She should be wearing a patient's clothes, right? She's thin and a bit hunchbacked. "
"Yes! She just bought me two popsicles. "
"Where is she?" Fang Jiping suddenly grabbed the young man's hands and asked excitedly.
The young man pointed to the front, "Well, I just met her at the corner. I don't know if she has gone far."
"Thank you!"
Saying this, Fang Jiping ran quickly towards the direction pointed by the young man. The young man hurriedly said, "Sir, you haven't given me the change!"
"Don't!" Xiao Man quickly followed up, this time she looked back at the little brother selling ice lolly.
She suddenly stopped and hesitated for a moment. Looking at the little brother selling popsicles, she frowned and said, "Mister, have I seen you somewhere before?"
"Have you?" The young man pressed the peaked cap, chuckling, "I don't think so … Ah, that gentleman has gone far."
Manman looked back. It was true.
"I remember … He seems to be the young man who pasted the flyers downstairs yesterday?" She hurriedly turned back, "Where is he?"
…
…
The aunt sat under the tree. There was an office building nearby, so there was no one at this time.
It was very quiet.
When Fang Jiping ran there, he saw Yang Ping lowering her head, holding the shabby old cloth bag. She gently stroked it, seeming to say something.
Step by step, he walked to the front of Yang Ping.
He heard Yang Ping's words.
In fact, what she was saying wasn't anything special. It was just a very old song. Many women in Qianshan Village knew how to sing this song to coax their children to sleep.
She seemed not to see someone in front of her, completely immersed in her own world. She gently shook the cloth bag in her hand, then took out a small wavy doll from her arms, shaking it gently.
"Huwa, sleep, my Huwa, good boy …"
Seeing Yang Ping lowering her head and kissing the cloth bag, Fang Jiping's eyes turned red instantly.
He squatted on the ground, holding Yang Ping's palm with trembling hands, deeply sticking it to his face, choking with sobs.
Yang Ping also seemed not to see it, the song in her mouth didn't stop.
She was obsessed.
"You don't recognize me …" Fang Jiping raised his head, saying with difficulty.
The aunt seemed to stop for a while, tilting her head. She suddenly looked at Fang Jiping, seeming to be hesitant. Finally, she took out an old popsicle that hadn't been opened, "Don't cry, kid, I'll treat you to a popsicle. But you can only eat one, and I want to save the other one for my Huwa. "
It had already melted and became wet.
Reaching for the popsicle, Fang Jiping suddenly knelt on the ground. Holding it, Fang Jiping lowered his head and curled up his whole body. His head lowered on the bricks on the ground, and he cried out in pain.
He said.
"Mom!"
"Don't cry, kid."
Yang Ping reached out her hand, touching Fang Jiping's head gently, as if touching the cloth bag in her arms. Not knowing why, there was a trace of smile on her face.
But she was gently humming the song in the mountain, touching Fang Jiping's head, touching the cloth bag in her arms, as if there was one more person in her world.
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