Chapter 18 No one
"Ancestors! Where are you going? Shangguan Xunqing originally chased the old man all the way, but at this moment, he came to chase the old man. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ļ½ļ½ļ½Uļ½Eć ļ½ļ½ļ½ļ½
The old man did not speak, but carried an oily, old snakeskin bag in one hand and a wooden stick long in the other, and the wind was blowing under his feet, not at all like an old man with gray hair.
"Shangguan Xunqing! Where have you been all day? Suddenly, a voice flashed from Shangguan Xunqing's mind like lightning, Shangguan Xunqing was stunned for a moment, and immediately came back to his senses.
"Old man, I won't play with you anymore, I have something to go first." Shangguan Xunqing stopped, and the strange thing was that the old man who didn't pay attention to him actually stopped at this moment, and even turned around to look at Shangguan Xunqing.
Shangguan Xunqing was really flattered to see that the old man was actually paying attention to himself at this moment, but he didn't have much time to be moved, seeing that he took out two hundred-yuan bills from his pocket, handed them to the old man, and then said: "You take this money first, and eat whatever you like." As for me, I don't have time for you to play now, so I'll come to your old man next time. So saying, he turned and walked away.
The old man didn't know if he could understand Shangguan Xunqing's words, he just stood in place in a daze, watching Shangguan Xunqing's figure become smaller and smaller until he disappeared......
"Hahahaha!" The old man suddenly burst into laughter, laughing and walking, dancing and dancing along the way, looking very crazy.
After a day of playing, it's time for him to go home, but where is his home?
"Hahaha! My house is coming! Hahaha! It's home! Hahaha! The crazy action attracted the fingers of passers-by.
Others either laugh at him or pity him, but what good is it to him?
He staggered like a drunk, and the big truck staggered as if he were drunk.
"Doot toot!"
The rapid honking of a large truck is like a bell for life, and it is like a doorbell on the door of a house.
"Uh...... Got home? ā
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In a simple but warm living room. The armchair is not leather, but it does not detract from its comfort; Although there are only seasonal melons and fruits on the coffee table, they are not sweet. Zhou Yan sat quietly on the sofa, eating the melons and fruits cut into small pieces, which was very comfortable and enjoyable. But what really made him feel comfortable was not this sofa, what really made him sweet in his heart was not the melon fruit, but the long-lost family affection.
Jiang Guangnai sat on Zhou Yan's left, while Zhang Zhixin sat next to Jiang Guangnai.
They didn't eat the fruit that had been cut into small pieces, but their smiles were still sweet.
"Uncle......" Zhou Yan put down the bamboo stick in his hand, God knows how much struggle happened in his heart just now when he was just eating fruit quietly in the eyes of others, "It's not early, can I go back first?" ā
Jiang Guangnai nodded and said with a smile: "Okay, uncle will send you." ā
The wind of a summer night cannot be said to be cold, only cool.
Jiang Guangnai lowered the window and let the cool evening breeze pour into the car.
"What? Motion sickness? Jiang Guangnai looked at Zhou Yan, who was a little ugly in the passenger seat, and asked with concern.
Zhou Yan shook his head and did not speak.
"When should I pick you up?"
Zhou Yan was startled, his eyes widened, and he looked at Jiang Guangnai, who was driving, with indescribable consternation in his eyes.
But then, his heart was at peace.
He suddenly remembered a poem he had seen not long ago:
Cut constantly, the reason is still messy, it is sorrowful, and there is a taste in my heart.
What shears constantly? What's the reason? To whom is it sorrowful?
"Tomorrow ......"
Zhou Yan's eyes were a little dry, and he didn't know if it was because the wind kept blowing, so he closed his eyes.
Jiang Guangnai stopped talking and quietly closed the car windows.
"Squeak-"
A screeching brake sound woke Zhou Yan up, if he hadn't just worn a seat belt, I'm afraid Zhou Yan would have flown out of the car at this moment.
"Uncle, what's wrong......" Zhou Yan naturally didn't know what was going on.
Jiang Guangnai's face was a little grim, and he unbuckled his seat belt and wanted to get out of the car.
"There's someone on the road!"
It was a dirty old man with gray hair, lying in a pool of blood, some distance from Jiang Guangnai's car, but he looked at it from a distance, but he didn't know whether he was dead or alive.
Although this is not the most prosperous city center in the Red Market, it is not a remote area, and cars come and go, but I don't know how long this old man has been lying here.
"I just hit a big truck, this old man is dangling on the road with his life, and the young man who is driving is gone...... "A fat aunt who runs a convenience store not far away sees someone who is not afraid of death and is naturally willing to come and join in the fun.
"It's just an old man picking up garbage, and no one cares about a hundred deaths of this kind of person." The fat aunt's card friends also came to join in the fun with the fat aunt, "I said young man, you better leave this matter alone, it's not good to paralyze yourself when the time comes......"
These aunts and aunts chattered endlessly, but Jiang Guangnai ignored them at all, and went to check the old man's wounds by himself.
"Fortunately, it was just a broken leg bone and a few abrasions, and it didn't hurt much...... Jiang Guangnai muttered to himself.
Looking at the old man's dress, he is indeed a scavenger.
The tattered clothes, still smelling of foul smells, held a wooden stick in each hand, and a greasy, dirty snakeskin bag.
"When the ambulance comes, let's go." Jiang Guangnai said to Zhou Yan.
Zhou Yan looked at the old man who was lying in a pool of blood but no one paid attention to him, he didn't know what he thought, and he nodded at the moment.
The Red Market stipulates that ambulances cannot exceed 10 minutes, and in remote areas, 15 minutes. So now, when the ambulance comes, it's only seven or eight minutes.
Jiang Guangnai, the doctor who accompanied the car, met and explained a few words. Traditionally, this type of traffic accident should be reported to the police, and even if no one says it at the time, the medical personnel should report it to the local police station to avoid corresponding responsibility.
Jiang Guangnai didn't say anything, and handed over the old man to the doctor he knew, and if there was a problem, he would contact him again.
At that time, they didn't want to hurt each other, so there was no need for the doctor to trouble Jiang Guangnai, and the file was naturally recorded as a traffic accident and the driver who caused the accident.
got into the car again, and didn't drive far, Jiang Guangnai saw the change in Zhou Yan's expression.
"What are you thinking?"
"Nope." Zhou Yan squeezed out a smile, "It's just a little reluctant to ...... those people in the courtyard."
"Really? It's true that there will be some reluctance, but in fact, you can also have time to go and play with them. ā
"Oh......"
Zhou Yan's expression had been very depressed since he first saw the old man in the pool of blood.
It was as if I saw the silver-haired old woman again, also lying quietly in a pool of blood.
At that time, why was there no one?