Aunt Zhao said solemnly, "In the future, you will go to this kind of dinner less, girls will always suffer if they go to that kind of place, it's not good." ”

I couldn't laugh or cry, cut an apple and handed it to Aunt Zhao, "Aunt Zhao, don't think about it, it's just an ordinary meal, and there is nothing more." ”

Aunt Zhao is still not at ease, she is the ideology of the older generation, she thinks that women should teach their husbands and children at home, and men should work hard outside their careers, and she also talked about how virtuous and lovely my mother is, let me and Su Ling get married earlier, take care less about the company's affairs, and have children is the right thing.

I smiled and agreed, leaned sideways to Aunt Zhao's back and rubbed her shoulders, Aunt Zhao told me some old things in the past, I listened carefully and sometimes made a few words, the soft light came slowly, the living room had the sound of TV singing and laughing, the kitchen had the mist of soup, and the years were quiet and good.

In the next few days, I gave Jiang Ping and Su Ling a holiday, but the mobile phone must be turned on and call at any time if there is something.

I called the police who handled my father's car accident case and asked the truck driver's family number and detailed address, but the police were reluctant to tell me at first, so I promised to just go and see, and I had no other ideas, so I gave it to me.

The original car accident no one can say which side is wrong, or other cars dashcam photographed, two cars collided at the same time, they were not killed, all three people died on the spot, the tragedy of the car accident is now mentioned are frightening, for a period of time the work of the traffic police is a lot more idle, no one drunk driving, no one is tired of driving, no matter the rich and noble everyone spares their lives.

Police, my address is in the southernmost part of the city, which has not yet been renovated and developed, and is the most mixed part of the city.

The old buildings, interspersed with rows of cheap lime houses, are divided into many single rooms, rented by migrant workers from all over the world, filled with the cries of various dialects, and the difficulties of life are unobstructed here.

I turned around a few times and didn't find a place, so I casually asked the aunt who was chatting on the side of the road, and the aunt knocked melon seeds in her mouth and said in a thick dialect, "You are looking for Ah Ling, she is setting up a stall at the corner of the intersection in front, this should be there." ”

As he spoke, he looked at me a few more times, spit out the melon seed skin and gossiped and asked me what I was doing with Ah Ling, and I smiled and said thank you. I didn't have to walk a few steps before I heard my aunts talking loudly about my dress and guessing what I was looking for Ling.

The most important thing in the market is gossip and gossip.

Sure enough, at the turn of the intersection, I saw Ah Ling, she set up a small stall selling noodles there, it would be work time, and there was only one person sitting in the stall waiting for noodles on the fire.

Ah Ling skillfully put the noodles into the pot, and cut some green onions and sprinkled them on the noodles that had just been fished out, the man ate the noodles in a big gulp, and Ah Ling sat on the small bench next to him to roast the fire, and the child on his back cried not long after he sat down, at first it was just a whisper, and he slowly opened his throat and cried.

The man who ate noodles turned his head, sucked a few noodles in his mouth and said, "Ah Ling, I'm afraid the child is hungry." ”

Ah Ling nodded and smiled yes, untied a few layers of cloth wrapped around her waist, carefully put the child off her back and held it in her arms, patting her hands gently, muttering and coaxing in her mouth, she bent over and struggled to take the bottle from the cloth bag stuffed under the stall, and just looked up and saw me standing not far away.

She put the bottle in her hand on the table, stood up with her arms, and stared straight at me with an unbelievable expression, and I didn't have to hide, and walked across the street to her stall.

She panicked, hugged the child tightly and asked me to sit down, and saw the oil stains and dirt on the small bench, and hurriedly took a rag to wipe it clean, but the movement was too big and almost fell the child down, and the child in her arms cried even more.

"You give your child milk first. I interrupted her hurriedly.