"Whew. Whew.." Lao Yang put one hand on the wall, the other hand on his waist, his mouth kept panting, and he slowed down at the door of the telephone station for a long time.

"Old Yang?" the fat grandmother at the phone station stretched out her head in a big cotton coat with a little surprise, "You're not playing chess, what are you doing here?"

"Hah... Hah." Lao Yang still didn't speak, and paused for about a minute before a sentence that almost shocked the fat grandma from his mouth: "People.. Human lives are at stake.."

The ballpoint pen used to remember the name of the caller in the fat grandma's hand slipped from her hand to the table, and fell to the ground in a ping-pong ball, she jumped up from her position, and her most cherished big cotton clothes were hooked by the corner of the table and didn't know it, just a simple and rough tug, "bang", the white cotton wool in it came out, but the fat grandma didn't care, and walked straight to the front of the old Yangtou.

"What's the matter, Lao Yang, you can talk about it......" The fat grandmother's eyes were only anxious, "What happened?"

Lao Yang stroked his undulating chest, took out the small book in his pocket, and directly opened the page of the number page that he painstakingly recited every day, and pointed to the black phone that was being dialed by people every day, "Dial this number, quick!

"Ahh

"Zeng Xiyuan! Zeng Xiyuan!" Old Yang Tou was afraid that the fat grandmother would not be able to hear clearly, and almost roared.

"Oh, oh. The fat grandmother swayed her fat body again, and at the same time silently recited the number over and over again in her mouth, walked to the side of the landboard payphone, and pressed the number very fluently with her fleshy fingers.

Honk.. Honk.. Honk..

"Hey?" a very intellectual female voice came from the phone, "May I ask who you are?"

"Hey, Lao Yang, come here!" the fat grandmother beckoned to Lao Yang, and before Lao Yang arrived, she stretched out the microphone early.

"Hey, is there anyone?" Zeng Xiyuan said into the microphone again.

"Sorry for fate, I'm your Uncle Yang!" Old Yang Tou hurriedly pasted the microphone on his sweat-stained face, "Come back soon!"

"What?" Zeng Xiyuan wondered, "Uncle Yang, tell me slowly, what happened?"

"Your father......" Old Yang Tou became out of breath because he was too anxious, "He played chess with me well today, and then we talked about you, so I made a few jokes with him, and he lost his temper, and he is still lying there!"

"What?" Zeng Xiyuan's tone didn't have too much anxiety, "Fainted?" Uncle Yang, what are his specific symptoms?"

"Symptoms? Your Uncle Yang doesn't know either!As soon as his dead fish eyes rolled, he fell straight down, and he didn't react when I called him..."Old Yang Tou said, "Sorry for fate, come back and take a look, I can't understand these things as an old man, after all, you learn this, you know a lot." ”

"Got Uncle Yang, you help keep an eye on my dad, don't let him do anything more." Zeng Xiyuan said, "I'll be back soon.."

Lao Yang just wanted to speak, but found that there was no longer Zeng Xiyuan's voice on the phone, and only heard the "jingling" bottle collision, and the crisp sound should be a glass bottle.

"It's okay, it's okay.." Lao Yang didn't care about this, patted his chest reassuringly, and hung up the phone.

.....

The words are divided into two ends.....

Look back to the madrigal..

"Qingqing, okay, no." Madrigal's face turned white, like a bewitching woman wearing heavy makeup to cover the acne and acne on her face, and she looked thrilling.

"You will call me so disgusting in the future, believe it or not, I will cut out your tongue..."Grandma Tan didn't look up, just frowned.

"And what should I call you?" Pastoral distracted himself as much as possible, "It's impossible to call you Tan Qing directly, right?

"Don't call it so close, I'm not telling you my name to make you think of some strange names, just to tell you out of politeness. Grandma Tan said, "Either call me by my full name, or call me 'you' directly." ”

Madrigal pouted, he didn't expect his little trick to be recognized, originally he planned very well, and secretly called Grandma Tan ambiguously at this critical juncture, so that he could directly call out the natural in the future, but Grandma Tan seemed to pay the same attention to him as the focus was so peculiar, like on the vast prairie, other people would pay attention to the mighty running wild elephants, but she and Madrigal paid attention to the black grassland caterpillars buried in the grass.

"Then I'll call you Xiaoqing in the future!" said Madrigal, "isn't that just right?"

"Okay, shut up. Grandma Tan removed Muge's hand from Lao Zengtou's mouth, but it seemed that she was suspected of changing the topic, "This old guy has just moved his eyelids, and it is estimated that there is no big problem." ”

"Didn't you refuse to promise me to call you that?" Mu Ge happily put his hand to his mouth and sucked it hastily, and didn't bother to stop the bleeding, after all, the issue of Grandma Tan's title was more important in his heart now.

"You!give!me!shut up!" Grandma Tan said to the pastoral song word by word, but there was still no refusal in the words.

Madrigal put her eyes on Grandma Tan's eyes, Grandma Tan dodged like never before, and the intensity of that moment was like the flash of a camera, but it was completely seen by Madrigal.

"She can't save face. Pastoral thought to herself.

He secretly rejoiced that the news was even more thrilling than when he had just stepped into the sacred realm of poetry, and it made him feel more rejoicing, as if the blood that had been given out had become much more worthwhile.

"Okay, okay, don't be stupid..."Grandma Tan glanced her eyes elsewhere, "Take a good rest." ”

"Do you care about me?" Madrigal stretched out his hand, but then found that there was still some blood on his hand, so he wiped it vigorously on the hem of his trousers, and grabbed Grandma Tan's hand.

The back of this hand is smooth and delicate, but the palm is a little rough, probably because I have done too much laundry and cooking, and I have a sense of vicissitudes of time.

"Care about a fart!" Grandma Tan withdrew her hand and burst into a foul mouth, "I'm just afraid that you're too tired and no one will carry this old guy home..."

After Grandma Tan finished speaking, she opened a gambling distance with Muge, squinted her eyes, gave a threatening look with the narrow corners of her eyes, pricked Muge, and sat on the ground like this, ignoring him no longer.

"Rotten wood cannot be carved. Grandma Tan thought to herself.

She had often heard this sentence on her father's lips, the object of the complaint was her mother, and the object of the crusade was her, so this sentence was understandably listed in her own dictionary of derogatory terms.