Natasha's sister's name was Yuna.
Yuna's muscular dystrophy was discovered five years ago. After a period of treatment, there was no effect. Later, the high cost of treatment eventually crushed the family, which was not rich.
Although the two sisters' parents were still alive, they were farmers living in a remote area. Their parents only knew that the two women had found decent jobs in the big city, but they did not know about Yuna's illness.
Yuna was a dancer who had many opportunities to appear on high-end stages. She was somewhat famous in the circle.
At that time, Natasha had just graduated from university and worked in a company. Yuna had already bought her own house in the local area with her own efforts.
Originally, she had planned to work hard for a year or two, and when she had saved more money, she would bring her parents here — but everything turned to the abyss of despair because of Yuna's illness.
Later on, although Natasha had some achievements in her work, in addition to paying for Yuna's treatment every month, she still had to send living expenses to her parents at home. Therefore, although Natasha's work looked decent, in fact, she was very tight every month.
For this reason, Yuna simply sold the house, and the two sisters moved to Zhonghua Street, where the rent was relatively cheap.
The days gradually became stable. Apart from the fact that her legs could not walk normally, Yuna had gotten used to being half as tall as before. She had gotten used to having to raise her head to talk to others.
He had also gotten used to the fact that he spent more time sitting than standing.
She had also gotten used to not thinking about the stage anymore.
In fact, Yuna felt that she was not at the end of her misery. At least, she still had her sister who never left her.
However …
However.
Thinking about it, Yuna suddenly did not want to stay in this house — there were too many memories between her and Natasha here. Their laughter and laughter once filled every corner of this simple house.
When eating, when watching TV, when washing dishes together.
When Natasha wiped her back and changed her clothes.
They chatted until dawn, and then watched Natasha with two dark circles under her eyes hurriedly go out.
She had learned how to cook a Chinese dish from a Chinese family downstairs. When Natasha came back from work.
When New Year's Eve was at the window and watching the bustle of Zhonghua Street.
Therefore, she opened the door and left this place with difficulty.
…
The door was unlatched and could be opened with a gentle push. Therefore, Song Da's brows were furrowed — he began to call out Yuna's name in a clumsy localized manner.
Actually, as a warrior, Song Da's hearing and senses were outstanding. He could easily sense that Yuna wasn't in the room.
He was just a little worried, so his heart was a little chaotic, and it was hard for him to remain calm.
"No need to shout, there's no one in the house." Mr. Blind glanced at Song Da. "She should have just left. Since she can't move, she can't have gone far. Let's go look for her. "
Song Da hurriedly nodded, "Then blind man, wait for me in this house!"
"Go ahead." Mister Blind nodded.
He had never seen Yuna in person, so he couldn't use many of his methods to search for her. The methods that he could use weren't worth using.
He was studying Natasha's transformation as a living corpse. It could be said that he was influenced by Natasha's karma. This time, he had accompanied Song Da here in order to understand this karma.
If it could be cured, then it would be cured. If it couldn't be cured, then it would be compensated. Karma would disappear by itself.
After Song Da left, Mister Blind simply sat down in this house and carefully considered some things — last night, he went to his humble home and discussed some things with Old Master Song before he went to sleep.
When Old Master Song heard that Mister Blind was also planning to return to China, he agreed without hesitation and promised that he would arrange everything so that Mister Blind could return to China comfortably.
It was not wrong for cultivators to emphasize wealth, companionship, cultivation methods, and location. This was especially true when the spiritual qi of the world was scarce, so wealth was especially important. Actually, all these years, by relying on the Song Clan, Mister Blind had already obtained quite a lot of precious cultivation resources.
This made him involuntarily recall the time when he left China and traveled all over the world. When he crossed the ocean, he sat on a smuggled fishing boat … that feeling was really not good.
It was much more comfortable to take a plane.
"February 2nd, the dragon raises its head. This time, senior brother really found the missing dragon vein …" Mister Blind muttered to himself. At the same time, he began to pinch his fingers as if he was calculating something.
And this scene naturally fell into the line of sight of a certain person on the rooftop of the opposite building — Luoqiu's observation.
The combination of Song Da and Mister Blind naturally made Luoqiu curious — and the place where the two of them came together just happened to be in this Zhonghua Street.
Luoqiu's line of sight looked down at this time. Song Da walked out of the apartment building and began to walk hurriedly on the street, as if he was looking for something.
At this time, Luoqiu glanced at his mobile phone again. On the mobile phone's navigation map, the marked red dot was still moving … but it seemed to be circling around, circling around a large semicircle.
"It seems that he still intends to circle around."
Luoqiu just glanced at it and didn't continue to pay attention to it.
At this time, he was on the rooftop of the building and had a very wide view. He could see more than half of Zhonghua Street … Song Da was looking around in the crowd, and on the other side, a woman with a walking stick was also stumbling along.
Before he became the boss of the club, Luo Qiu was a person who was very good at killing time — by observing different kinds of people.
In fact, he was just in a daze all day — the experience during that period of time made Luoqiu develop a strange feeling that even he himself couldn't explain.
He would be inexplicably interested in something. If he continued to pay attention, he would often see many unexpected things … In general, Ren Ziling once said that Luoqiu was more like a paparazzi than she was. He was simply a born reporter.
But it was a pity that Luoqiu had no interest in interviewing others.
At this time, the woman walked into a teahouse in Zhonghua Street — this kind of teahouse actually had a special feature, that was, the customers inside could drink tea while watching the drama.
…
…
This was an opera teahouse run by an overseas Chinese. Even so, the opera troupe invited here was not a well-known group.
However, for foreigners and Chinese in Zhonghua Street, a group of actresses and actresses would probably be regarded as well-known if the boss made a few eye-catching advertising slogans.
Obviously, this was a very effective means — at least, in the past half year, when most of the shops in Zhonghua Street were not doing well, this teahouse was still lively.
"Yuna, you're here again?"
At this time, the receptionist of the teahouse saw a woman struggling in with a pair of walking sticks, and hurriedly walked up — not all the people working in Zhonghua Street were Chinese, there were also many foreign employees here.
The receptionist was such a group of people. She was in her thirties, with a plump figure, wearing a red cheongsam specially customized by the teahouse boss, which was very attractive.
This receptionist had known Yuna for some time. She also lived in Zhonghua Street, and the place where she and Yuna met was the vegetable market at the end of Zhonghua Street.
Yuna had difficulty moving and a pitiful past, so it was easy for her to arouse the pity and sympathy of others — in fact, Yuna had received a lot of help in Zhonghua Street.
But after all, she was not her relative, and a lot of help was actually limited.
"Yuna? You don't look well today. "The receptionist reached out to support Yuna, leading her in and helping her sit down.
Yuna was a frequent customer of this teahouse. In her free time, she would come here alone to watch the opera performances here for the whole afternoon.
But she would leave on time — at dinnertime, she would definitely leave.
She often smiled and told the receptionist that she had thought of a good idea today, and should be able to give Natasha a delicious meal … So enviable, the two sisters.
"I want to be alone." Yuna said softly, "Don't tell your boss that I'm here."
"This … Okay." The receptionist nodded. "I'll get you a glass of water."
In fact, besides knowing the receptionist here, Yuna also knew the boss of this teahouse — the boss of this teahouse even had the intention to pursue Yuna, but she had never accepted. Later on, the two of them became good friends.
So every time Yuna came, she would be able to get a private room — or it could be said that the boss of the teahouse had specially reserved it for this friend.
The boss of the teahouse still hadn't given up … the receptionist thought.
But she would not specially tell the boss of the teahouse to come over just because of this … Yuna looked like she had a lot on her mind. She probably really wanted to be alone and watch something she liked.
She remembered that Yuna had once said that she was very envious of the leading actress on this stage.
The receptionist quickly brought a glass of water and put it on the table. At this time, Yuna was already leaning against the window, silently watching the stage below.
The gongs and drums sounded, and a play had begun.
The receptionist quietly left this small private room on the second floor.
As Yuna watched, a drop of tear slid down … This place was the only place she could think of where she could escape from some things.
But here, it was easier for her to recall many things.
"Sorry to disturb you."
Suddenly, a man's voice came from outside the private room … Yuna was startled. She hurriedly wiped the corners of her eyes with her hand and turned around.
She saw a cart full of steamers push in through the bead curtain, followed by a young man in a teahouse staff uniform.
He should also be Chinese. Judging from his skin color and hair color, Yuna could not tell the nationality of an Asian. If the other party did not speak, it was really hard to tell.
But she did not remember such a young staff member in this teahouse … Was he recently hired?
Probably. Yuna thought that she had not been here for more than half a month.
If he was an old staff member, he would not casually walk in like this … Yuna shook her head and looked at the young man, saying, "Sorry, I don't want to eat for the time being. You can go back."
"Miss, aren't you hungry?" The young man smiled and suddenly opened one of the steamers in the cart.
Speaking of which, this teahouse was really a strange combination. There were people singing Beijing opera downstairs, and there were many people pushing carts selling food in the lobby — these were Cantonese desserts.
The young man opened the steamer, and the dessert inside was shrimp dumplings.
"No, I really can't eat." Yuna still shook her head.
The young man sighed and said, "What a pity. It seems that there really is nothing here that you like to eat."
Yuna only hoped that this young man could leave as soon as possible. Her expression had already become somewhat impatient.
But this young man still said calmly, "Well … Miss, do you have anything you like to eat? If you can, please tell me. I will ask the kitchen to add it next time. You know, the opinions of our customers are very important to us. "
"No, I really don't." Yuna faintly frowned.
This young man was patient … or very long-winded. At this moment, he still insisted, "Well … Miss, what about your friends? You will come with your friends one day, right? If we can know what your friends like, I think it will definitely improve the customers' satisfaction towards us. "
"No!"
"Then, what about your family?" he suddenly asked.
"No …" Yuna just spat out a word, and then her whole body froze. She sighed and raised her head, saying, "Do you have Shanghai Xiaolongbao? My … sister likes to eat this dish. "
"Of course." The young man glanced at many small steamers in the dining cart, and finally took one out from the corner and put it in front of Yuna.
He began to arrange the bowls and chopsticks in the cupboard of the dining car, and put a small steamed bun from the steamer into Yuna's bowl. Finally, he made a gesture of "please enjoy". The service was quite good.
Yuna looked at the Xiaolongbao in her bowl … and didn't eat for a long time. She subconsciously raised her head and glanced at the young man in the teahouse.
He said, "Give it a try. It was just made, so it should taste the best when it was made."
Yuna nodded silently, and clumsily picked up the Xiaolongbao with her chopsticks, and slowly put it into her mouth. She first took a small bite, chewed in her mouth, and then swallowed.
After a while, Yuna put down her chopsticks, looked at the young man, and showed a smile uglier than crying. She choked, "Delicious."
"As long as you are satisfied." The young man smiled, "Then, I won't disturb your meal."
Seeing the young man leave with the cart, Yuna subconsciously called him, and said the names of several kinds of food, "… Do you have all these?"
"Yes." The young man nodded, and then took the corresponding steamer from the dining cart.
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