Qu Nanxiu's illness was just right, so he braved the cold wind to go out of the stall again.

That's right, where does life come from so many quiet years, more than hard work. As for whether these toils urge people to forge ahead or teach people to be decadent, it varies from person to person.

In the past few days, there has been an old man next to Qu Nanxiu's finger cake stall.

The old man's face and body were thin, he looked to be seventy or eighty years old, and he sat upright on the street selling garlic and peppers from morning to night, and his body was always the same old clothes, but he tried to be as clean as possible, and the buttons were neatly buttoned all the way to the collar of his neck, and he looked like a diligent old man.

When some well-wishers saw it, they persuaded the old man and said, you are so old, don't go to the wholesale market to batch things, you have to transport them back and forth, it is better to go to the overpass to beg, it is said that you can earn hundreds of dollars a day!

But the old man refused: "People want faces, trees want bark, and they can still move, so they have to rely on themselves as much as possible." ”

He stubbornly chose to continue selling garlic and chili peppers, insisting on going back and forth every day. At the end of the day, the income is only a few dozen yuan.

Qu Nanxiu kindly sent a few times to grab the cake, but the old man desperately excused himself and was extremely self-disciplined. It took a lot of effort for Xiaoqu to be accepted by the old man, so that he could occasionally make small talk.

The old man eats very little, talks very little, and often looks at the pedestrians coming and going on the street in a daze, presumably there must be a lot of stories buried in the ravines and wrinkles on his face, right?

It wasn't until one day, when all the garlic and peppers were taken away early in the morning by a man who claimed to be in the catering business, that the old man seemed a little excited, and only then did he say something about himself for the first time.

The old man's name is Chen Sheng, he is seventy-nine years old this year, and his home is thousands of miles away.

It's unbelievable to say, ten years ago, I had a conflict with my wife because of the handling of a donkey, and I ran away from home in a fit of anger.

His sons and daughters are also migrant workers, and there is little news. He has been alone all these years, and currently lives in an abandoned two-square-meter small gatehouse on the edge of an alley that does not require money.

But in Beijing, where every inch of land is at a premium, he is very content to have such a free shelter. I just don't know if I'm going to be blasted out one day.

When Chen Laohan eats, he usually cooks white noodles in a small alcohol oven without any seasoning. Occasionally, I put some eggs and vegetables, which are left over from the vegetable sellers, and sell him cheaply or see him pitiful, and give him away for nothing.

After the noodles are cooked, Chen Laohan always scrapes the bottom of the pot clean.

Every morning before dawn, he would go to the market to wholesale garlic and chili peppers, rain or shine, until he was covered with stars on his shoulders.

There was no water or electricity in the porter, only a narrow bed.

The evening routine is as follows: light a candle from a well-wisher, thank the Bodhisattva for his blessings, and then pick out the spoiled garlic and chili peppers by the faint light of the candle. If he sells it to someone else, he will have a troubled conscience.

Chen Laohan, who was full of wind and frost, actually wanted to go home, and he really wanted to say sorry to the old woman who still lived in the leaky house in his hometown.

However, the train ticket home costs 400 yuan, plus odds and pieces, and you have to scrape together 500 yuan to go back.

500 yuan is a light meal and a lipstick for many people in the capital, but for Chen Laohan, it is a difficult way home with no end in sight.

I had already managed to get together nearly four hundred, and I saw that I could go home for the New Year, but unfortunately I didn't bring it with me when I went out once, so I broke into the concierge and took it away!

Because of this, Chen Laohan was sad for several days, and he didn't know if he would be able to see his wife again in his lifetime.

One impulse and ten years of regret. If he was given another chance, he would at most squat at the base of the wall and smoke a few bags of cigarettes to dissipate his breath, and he would definitely not leave the house in a fit of anger......

As he spoke, the old man wiped tears from the inside of his bony wrists, adding several heart-wrenching wrinkles to his weather-beaten face.

Qu Nanxiu regretted that he was talking too much, which reminded others of sad things.

However, what about the old man who said that he had something to rely on?

How can a socialist country watch an old man in his last years live such a hard and lonely life?

The person who wrapped all the garlic and chili peppers just now was actually not in the catering business at all, he was just a passerby who happened to ride a three-wheeled bicycle that Qu Nanxiu secretly stuffed money.

Qu Nanxiu saw that it was very cold that day, and wanted the old man to sell it and go home early. The passer-by was also so happy that he didn't spend any money, and picked up a bunch of garlic and chili peppers for nothing.

After listening to what happened to the old man, Qu Nanxiu rolled a huge wave in his heart, with his character, he definitely couldn't sit idly by and ignore this matter!

If you don't agree with each other, you will turn over your pocket, and the ones you just earned and the spare ones on your body will be turned out of more than 700 in total, and all of them will be stuffed into the old man's hands: "The money is not much, it is a heart, you take it, quickly pack up and go home for reunion." ”

Chen Laohan was stunned, and said again and again: "I can't help it, this can't be done, you are also a small business, and you can't make a few dollars a day." ”

"Don't worry, I'm sure I'll earn more than you. If you don't take this money, I will be uneasy for many days→ I will not be able to work well if I am uneasy→ my hands will be burned by iron plates, my feet will be smashed by iron plates, and I will find the wrong money for customers, put the wrong materials, and get ......into lawsuits."

Chen Laohan shook his head and said that he would not let him say anything more.

Seeing that the old man still didn't agree, Qu Nanxiu's eyes rolled and began to enlarge his moves: "Let's be honest with you, in fact, I'm not a peddler, I'm a rich second generation, and my dad is a big dealer." He watched me study all day long, and he was afraid that I would be stupid, so he let me come out and experience life for a few days every month. To me, these hundreds of dollars are just the money between my teeth, which is not a matter at all, and I usually eat several times this amount in one meal. If you don't take it, I don't know where I shouldn't spend it. ”

It's a bit big.

As soon as he said this, the old man's attitude was really a little loose.

"So, you just take it steadily, you go home and reunite, and I will be sure. ”

Chen Laohan didn't say anything for a long time, Qu Nanxiu thought he was still thinking about it, but the old man suddenly became short, and he was nearly eighty years old, and he insisted on kneeling down for Qu Nanxiu!

was so frightened that Qu Nanxiu's soul was gone, and he quickly helped him up: "I recruited you to provoke you, you said that you are so old, this is to torture me!"

After appeasing for a long time, Chen Laohan took out a clean and neatly folded handkerchief from his pocket, opened it, put the seven hundred yuan inside, folded it carefully, and put it in his arms: "Thank you, thank you kind young man." It's a pity that there is no regret medicine in the world, and I have regretted it bitterly for nearly ten years. When I go back this time, I won't make any more awkward trouble, I will definitely live a good life with my wife! It's just that I have nothing to repay you, I'm at this age, and I can only repay it in the next life!"

"Look at what you said, what do I want in return? Your words just now are already the best feedback for me. Come home. ”

After a thousand thanks, the old man finally left, and this time, he really wanted to go back to "home".

Qu Nanxiu looked at his staggering back, sad and relieved.

He thought of Professor Luo again, how did the professor's regret medicine go?

Luo Renyan was in full swing to conduct an experiment of targeted stimulation of the temporal lobe, and the experimental subjects were twenty-four white mice.

The location of the stimulation and the intensity of the current are easy to say, but the bottleneck in the development of regret drugs lies in how to achieve the purpose of editing memory by stimulating the temporal lobe.

Since it is an "editing" memory, it is better to visualize the memory on a computer, just like a TV crew editing a video.

For this, Luo Renyan forgot to sleep and eat.

Mrs. Luo rarely sees him, but she can't help but be mad when she meets, and she has been in early menopause recently, so Luo Renyan should be unlucky.

Scientifically, Luo Renyan is a giant, and in marriage, he is absolutely short. But he felt that he did owe something to his wife and daughter, so he never spoke up, hung his head and stiffened his stomach, and scolded his wife casually.

"Hey, Dad, when are you coming home? I'm officially back to school tomorrow. ”

"Ah, Xiaojin, are you going back to school tomorrow? Congratulations, congratulations! What time is it?"

Luo Jinnian's mother snatched the phone: "What's the matter? Lao Luo, are you still going to pinch a little bit? Can't you come back early in the evening and help her prepare? Since the car accident, I haven't seen you a few times, our daughter's stall is such a wonderful father like you, we can only say that she is unlucky, is she not sent by you to charge the phone bill?!"

Luo Renyan was embarrassed on the other end of the phone, and he couldn't answer a word.

Normal work is already busy, and the research on regret medicine has also entered the white-hot stage, and I have to pay attention to the progress of the experiment at all times.

He researched regret medicine, not only because he had financial resources to support and pressure behind him, but also because of his own fanaticism on this subject.

When a person's dreams, interests and work are combined, then it is inevitable to become a workaholic.

Luo Jinnian, who can already walk slowly on his own, is both excited and nervous about returning to the group tomorrow, hiding in the room and playing with his mobile phone, turning his finger around a certain contact name, but still not pressing.

She once secretly made up her mind that the day she recovered enough to go back to school, she expressed her heart to Qu Nanxiu. I just don't know, will he dislike himself for not being healthy enough?

The girl's heart is like a rose that slowly blooms.

Luo Jinnian, who was protected by her mother like a flower in a greenhouse, didn't know that the person she liked was running harder than before, her hands were either blistered or frostbitten, and she was much thinner than when she last met.

Qu Nanxiu was busy behind the stall. As he became more and more proficient, he looked more and more like a professional self-employed. The only problem is that because I have been forced to eat too many times, I have no appetite for the hand-grabbed bread at all.

At this time, a foreign couple walked over.