Jinghai Urban Village.

In the narrow alleyways, the dense old buildings are crowded together, and the clothes drying on the roofs are swaying in the breeze.

Lively vendors fill the streets, and delicious food filled the air with a variety of aromas.

The streets are bustling with migrant workers, hurrying with their heads down, occasionally raising their heads and their faces full of confusion.

It seems that the longer they live in this bizarre city, the less they know where their future holds.

Mei Feng walked in the narrow alleyway, all the way around, according to the old man of the rice noodle shop, with the mobile phone map navigation, and finally found this craftsman store called [Caiyunfang] in Chajiao Street, Bay Area.

I heard that the master of this shop was disabled when he was a child due to a misdiagnosis and had a lame leg, and he has been painting Jinghai characteristics for decades.

However, in recent years, the decline of traditional culture and the rise of online shopping and factory stores have caused the business of artisan shops like him in urban villages to deteriorate, and his wife is sick in bed and a child is in high school, so life is said to be very difficult.

When Mei Feng found this store, the door of [Caiyun Fang] was closed, and it seemed that it was not open today.

The time for this finals is relatively tight, so it is easy to have some clues, and it took half a day to find this place and not run in vain.

He leaned up to take a look, and was about to go up and knock on the door.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, a grandmother suddenly came over with a bucket of water behind her.

Mei Feng hesitated, but went over to help carry the water into the house.

"Thank you, pretty boy."

"You're welcome."

"You are a girl, Lao Chen is not a house enterprise (you are looking for someone, Lao Chen is not at home)"

"Huh? Isn't Master Chen at home? ”

Mei Feng was stunned for a moment and asked, "Have you gone far away, when will you come back?" ”

"Well, Lao Chen's son was burned and hospitalized."

"And he went to the hospital?"

"No, Lao Chen went to the school gate to ask for a lecture."

"Huh? What's the situation? ”

Grandma doesn't seem to have children around, and it's rare to talk to people, plus Mei Feng is polite and sensible, so she will tell the truth of the matter one by one.

It turned out that the son of Lao Chen of Caiyunfang had just entered high school, named Chen Mo, perhaps because of family reasons, his father was lame and his mother was sick in bed, and his personality was usually inferior.

A week ago, a girl in the same class in physical education class suspected him of complaining to the teacher that he was playing with his mobile phone in class, and questioned him in person.

Under the nervousness, Chen Mo couldn't explain clearly.

The girl turned her head and took a cup of boiling water from the water dispenser with a thermos cup and splashed it directly on Chen Mo's body.

Chen Mo raised his hand to block it, so the back of his hand and face were burned into second-degree burns.

"Didn't the school deal with it?" Mei Feng frowned and asked.

"I dealt with it, I said that it was a conflict between my classmates, and I only paid some medical expenses, and I didn't go to see it for a week in the hospital, let alone apologize." Grandma sighed when she said this, "It's just a bitter Amo, that kid grew up watching me grow up, and his personality has been silent, just like his father, it's impossible to sue the teacher, and the current girl is disgusting." ”

That's right, after all, version T0 exists.

Mei Feng nodded and continued to ask, "Then did Master Chen go to school without results?" ”

"After the school was dealt with, no leader saw him, and now he can't enter the school gate, and the security guard stopped him, saying that he disrupted the normal teaching order of the school." Grandma sighed deeply, and there was some helplessness in her tone, "Although Lao Chen is a stuffy gourd, but he is very stubborn, he thinks that the other party has to apologize, so he used a flatbed car to pull her bedridden wife to the school gate to set up a stall to ask for an explanation, set off before dawn, and came back after self-study at night, it has been several days, so you can't wait for him here." ”

Mei Feng was stunned when he heard this, and made up the picture of pulling the flatbed car in his mind, and suddenly felt a little helpless and emotional in his heart.

No matter what world you are in, it is too difficult for the little people who can't speak up to pursue fairness.

After thinking about it, he decided to take a look, so he asked the address of Grandma Lao Chen's son's high school.

Half an hour later, Mei Feng, who took a few bus stops, arrived at Bay Area No. 5 Middle School, which is the high school where Lao Chen's son attended.

After getting off the bus and walking a few hundred meters, Mei Feng saw a stall set up at the door of an alley opposite the school, and the banner was hung in front of the stall, which read "Give my son an apology" in large letters, and there were small characters below to write the specific incident, and there were many passers-by pointing at him.

Lao Chen, a porcelain craftsman, is sitting in front of the stall, holding a painted pen in his hand, and is lightly sketching gorgeous patterns on a piece of porcelain.

Under the sun above his head at noon, the painted paint shone brightly, and Lao Chen's swarthy face was extremely focused and serious, as if every stroke revealed a stubborn energy.

This is the most authentic low-level craftsman.

After a while, he stopped what he was doing and turned to the flatbed truck next to him.

There was a simple bed on the flatbed, on which Lao Chen's wife was lying on the bed, her face was pale, as if she had been tormented by illness for a long time, but the eyes looking at Lao Chen were full of firmness and support.

Obviously, as a mother, even if she is sick in bed, she wants to ask for an explanation for her son.

After Lao Chen turned his wife over and placed her comfortably, he returned to the stall under the banner to be busy, looking back at his wife's situation from time to time, and the eyes of the two met wordlessly in the air.

Understandable and firm.

After Mei Feng approached the crowd of onlookers, he also overheard the surrounding parents pointing and talking.

"What's the situation? The child is burned? ”

"Well, it looks like I didn't apologize for the burn."

"I know about this, our child is in the same class as his family, and it was said that the girl suspected the boy and the teacher of accusing her of playing with her mobile phone, and turned around in physical education class and took a cup of boiling water and splashed it directly on the boy's face."

"Shhh Why are today's children so ruthless? What is the situation with banners? Didn't apologize? ”

“.”

In the midst of people's discussions, there are also a few parents who seem to be dressed more decently and raise different objections.

"Even if you ask for an explanation, there is no need to come to the school gate to ask for it, doesn't this affect the child's learning and school promotion rate?"

"That's it, what age is it, and I toss with my wife who is sick in bed, it's too exaggerated, even if the child is discharged from the hospital and goes back to school, where to put his face, don't these parents consider their children's self-esteem?"

"I think if you really want to ask for an explanation, then you will make trouble wholeheartedly, what does it mean to set up a stall under the banner? Co-authored justice for children and didn't forget to make money, right? Lost money? ”

“.”

People have a herd mentality, and as soon as these well-dressed parents spoke, other people who were originally more sympathetic were also stunned, as if they felt that what they said was quite reasonable.

However, no matter what the crowd of onlookers around them discussed, Lao Chen, who was sitting in the stall, always kept his head shut and said nothing.

He was engrossed in holding the paint pen to outline the delicate flowers and birds and magnificent landscapes on the porcelain, and the unique colors and delicate textures of Jingcai made the originally monotonous porcelain like a piece of art shining in the sun.

This is an order placed by an old customer of Caiyun Fang yesterday, bought for a friend's birthday, and he must complete this order tonight.

Mei Feng was a little harsh when he heard these words, and couldn't help frowning slightly.

Suddenly, he stepped forward, took a step forward, squeezed out of the middle-aged man in front of him, and asked lukewarmly, "If you don't set up a stall to make money, do you pay for other people's sons?" Do you pay his wife's medical bills? Or do you take the money out to support their family? ”

(End of chapter)