In the afternoon, because of Long Xiruo's trouble, Luo Qiu, who was in no mood to go out, read a book in the club for an afternoon. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

It was about the time before dinner in the evening, and a new guest came to the club.

An old woman in ragged clothes carried a large gray-white cloth bag and a thin bamboo pole. At first glance, Luo Qiu looked a bit like a scavenger and a wanderer.

The face is covered with frost and wrinkles, and the slightly hunched body looks very thin.

"Youye, what's dinner today?"

"Pan-fried duck breast with orange juice, French corn and mushroom bisque, buns. ”

Luo Qiu nodded and ordered, "The guest has a bad tooth, so get some thick soup and bread." ”

Of course, this conversation took place while the old woman was still standing in front of the door, when the wind chimes had just sounded. Seeing that the old woman was unable to walk, Luo Qiu stepped forward and helped the other party to sit down.

"I—I don't have any money. ”

The old woman's voice was a little uneasy.

She hadn't even thought about spending money in this place, and although she couldn't see exactly what was going on here, her unusually blurred vision could still see that the person holding her was dressed very neatly.

And unusually polite.

Isn't it a very high-end place?

"Don't worry, Auntie, we don't charge money here. ”

I feel that calling a lady is more in line with this old woman's world.

Luo Qiu sat down in front of the eldest lady. Youye's movements were quick, and by this time the dining cart had pushed out a thick soup and a small basket of bread and placed them in front of the eldest lady.

The eyes couldn't see clearly, but the nose was still there, and the eldest lady smelled a burst of rich fragrance. She couldn't remember how long it had been since she had smelled such a tongue-inducing aroma.

Probably many, many years ago, during the Chinese New Year, there was a reunion dinner.

"What is this?" asked the eldest lady.

Youye said softly: "Auntie, this is a thick soup of truffles and corn, and the bread was bought outside, but it was just baked today." ”

"This ...... This is all for me?" the eldest lady said incredulously: "I, I can't afford it." ”

"Auntie, don't worry, this is what our boss invited you to eat. Yuya smiled, "If it's not enough, there's still one in it." ”

"Big sister, big brother, thank you!" the eldest lady thanked gratefully.

Maybe it's really hungry.

Although there were still a few steamed buns in the cloth bag, the fragrance of the soup in front of her really made her irresistible.

Luo Qiu asked for a glass of water and watched the old woman drink the soup and bite into the bread one by one.

After eating all the things in front of her, the eldest mother said with a little anxiety: "Big brother, I, I really don't have any money." I'm wandering alone, and I can't go home......"

"Nothing, just entertaining guests. Luo Qiu put down the water glass and reached out and pressed it lightly on the back of the eldest lady's hand on the table.

In just an instant, the eldest lady withdrew her palm in horror.

Because it was only in this moment that she realized what kind of place she had come.

In exchange for something other than money and wealth, you can buy whatever you want, as long as you can afford to pay the price you need.

But it's still hard to believe.

Luo Qiu waved his hand in front of the eldest mother's eyes at this time and gently wiped it away, and his cloudy eyes suddenly became black and white.

Feeling the clear sight that had long been gone, the eldest lady touched her eyes with trembling hands, and suddenly her eyes moistened, "My eyes, my eyes...... How could it be...... Incredible! Incredible!"

She clearly saw the beautiful maid lady and, naturally, the well-dressed club owner...... Because his eyes suddenly regained his vision, even if he saw the strange costume of this boss, he didn't seem too panicked at this time.

The eldest lady subconsciously looked at her hands...... It turned out that it was already so old and rough, and the impurity attached to the palm prints was like black lines.

However, the vision slowly blurred again, as if it were just a flash in the pan.

"Me, my eyes!"

"It's an experience. Luo Qiu said softly: "Let you know that we have the ability to do something you can't imagine." It's a place where people in need can come. So ......"

He stood up, in front of the eldest mother, with the armrest on his chest, and bent down slightly: "Distinguished guest, may I ask, do you need anything?"

The eldest lady barely hesitated at this time, and quickly pulled out a leaflet from the cloth bag and placed it on the table.

Again and again, she smoothed out the wrinkled leaflet with both hands, lest it appear to be wrinkled or creased.

"He, he, my son, my son, can you help me find it? Twenty years! He's been abducted for twenty years...... Please, help me find him!"

The eldest lady said, holding on to the table, and knelt on the place, "Big brother...... No, you are immortals! I have kowtowed to you here! Please, help me find my son!"

Luo Qiu glanced at Yuye.

The sensible maid lady bent down to help the eldest lady up and sat back in the chair.

Luo Qiu said: "Auntie, your name is Yang Ping, your son disappeared twenty years ago, and you have been looking for you from your hometown in Hebei to the south for twenty years. You've only been home three times in 20 years, and the last time was seven years ago. You have cataracts, and you're not as healthy as before, and last year you collapsed on the side of the road and were taken to the hospital by well-wishers, and the doctor said you had tuberculosis, right?"

"Yes, yes!" the eldest mother kept nodding.

"There is a vast sea of people, and if you want to find your son with just an old photo from your childhood, if there is no accident, I am afraid you will not find it for the rest of your time. ”

This body with thousands of holes may not survive this year.

"I, I just want to get my son back. Yang Ping raised her head: "In the past ten or twenty years, there have been many people like me looking for their sons and daughters outside. We met on the road, and we couldn't stop crying one night when we talked about our children...... I see too many desperate people giving up. But I know...... Even if it's just a little chance, a little bit, whatever you want us to do, we're willing. So, no matter what I have to give, I just want to be able to get my son back!"

"I see. ”

Luo Qiu nodded, and when the guest said the original meaning, the old parchment scroll was already slowly unfolding in front of her, and the only thing that the eldest lady could pay to meet this requirement was this old and lonely soul.

......

......

The melodious sound of the violin comes from the small courtyard of the duplex unit in the community.

Even through fences and trees, it doesn't detract from the melodiousness of the sound. Fang Jiping, as usual, practiced playing the piano in his small courtyard after dinner.

Suddenly, the phone rang, Fang Jiping put down the violin in his hand, glanced at the caller ID, and then looked at the house.

Fang Ruchang was sitting on the sofa reading the newspaper at this time.

Fang Jiping walked away a little suddenly, out of Fang Ru's usual line of sight, before answering the phone and chatting softly with the girl on the other end of the phone.

I've known each other for a year, at a concert - not his audience, but just a recital hall staff, an ordinary, but hard-working girl for life.

There should not have been an intersection, but the string in Fang Jiping's heart was suddenly stirred. It has been more than half a year since he hid his family from the girl.

"Are you practicing again?"

"Well, are you off work?"

"Just got off, but I also have a part-time job at a convenience store. ”

"Didn't you say that you don't have to be so happy?"

"That's not going to work! If you don't work hard, you won't have enough money to go to Belgium next month to watch you play! I'm going to sit in your first row of spectators!"

"I said, I'll arrange it for you. ”

"I said it before! You just care about my admission ticket, and I have to rely on my own efforts for food and accommodation! Skip this topic, or I'll be angry!"

"Okay......"

Fang Jiping shook his head helplessly, looked at the clear sky on a summer night, and talked to the girl about some interesting things, hoping that she would not get bored on the road.

......

Outside the fence.

Yang Ping, who was holding Luo Qiu's arm, could only vaguely see a figure by relying on the light of the room...... It seems to be talking.

Her eyes are not good, but her ears have been able to hear more over the years.

The palm of the eldest lady grabbed Luo Qiu's arm and suddenly clenched, "Is it really, really my son...... He's, he's talking, isn't he?"

"Fang Jiping, twenty-five years old. Luo Qiu said indifferently: "Twenty years ago, Fang bought back a child ...... from someone else" (to be continued.) )