On the weekend, Nuan Wen wanted to go out, but he was worried that Yan Qingqing would harm Han Qian, so he guarded Yan Qingqing every step of the way, Cai Qinghu jumped up and asked Han Qian if he wanted to go shopping to buy some clothes, but was caught by Nuan and Yan Qingqing and taken to the second floor.

Fight again.

There is no warm battlefield without gunsmoke, at least not to move.

But there is a warm place, and it is not impossible that there is no grass growing within a radius of ten miles.

Eat everything you can eat, and beat up what you can't.

Han Qian changed his clothes and shouted to the second floor.

"I'm out of the house!"

No one paid any attention to him.

Walking out of the unit door, a gust of north wind blew and made Han Qian shiver.

The overnight temperature suddenly dropped, and the leaves in the community have fallen, and this year's winter seems to be earlier than every year.

Maybe it has something to do with the summer rainstorm.

Walking out of the community and getting into the car, Han Qian raised his hand and grabbed Yeats.

"Miss Ye, what is hidden in your clothes, how are you bulging!"

Yeats rolled his eyes, too lazy to talk to Mr. Han, but still handed Han Qian a warm baby, Han Qian took it and said with a smile.

"Suddenly I feel like that confiner, Miss Ye, you are really not in a hurry to be a mother at all?"

Yeats took a deep breath.

"Mr. Han, I don't want to quarrel with you on the weekend! I hope that when we get along, we don't say such things that no one will stop us from beating, I have time to get pregnant? ”

Han Qian sighed.

"Why is this all like this? I asked the poem, and her answer was when the dog finished licking the noodles, the chicken finished eating the rice, and the warmth gave up the crab, and she was thinking about the child. ”

"Mr. Han, get out of the car, I don't want to hear this woman's name."

Yeats's face is ugly, and she doesn't know what's wrong with Yu Shishi recently, and she always works against her everywhere.

Han Qian raised his hands.

"Okay, good, I surrender! But you're not young! ”

Yeats opened the door and got out of the car, opened the co-pilot's door and signaled Han Qian to get out of the car.

Within five minutes of getting on the bus, I stepped on three mines.

You want to say that Han Qian has low emotional intelligence, right? He's really not low, but you say he has high emotional intelligence? You're sick in the head.

Seeing Yeats angry, Han Qian got out of the car and hugged the girl, kissed her face fiercely, and then stuffed Yeats into the co-pilot, and Han Qian drove away.

There was no destination, Han Qian wanted to go to Binxian to see the miserable Chen Qiang, but he didn't dare to move.

"How much has Miss Ye cooled down today?"

Yeats looked down at the tablet and frowned.

"Ten degrees! The cliff-like cooling will continue to cool down tomorrow, but the reconstruction work is going on very quickly, and there will be half a month at the latest, before the temperature below zero, and the victims will almost be able to live in it for the winter. ”

Listening to Yeats's report, Han Qian breathed a sigh of relief, and when passing by the pedestrian street, Yeats suddenly said that he was going to buy a cup of hot coffee to drink, and Han Qian smiled.

"I'm going?"

Yeats pouted.

"It's not like I don't have legs, you just sit in the car."

Yeats opened the door and got out of the car, Han Qian opened the window, lit a cigarette, and took a sip of a can of Red Bull.

After drinking a can of Red Bull, I felt a lot more energetic, but Yeats hadn't come out yet, and when Han Qian turned around and was about to close the window, a voice full of temptation came into his ears.

"Small... Young man, don't you want this jar? ”

Han Qian turned his head and looked at the old woman standing by the car door, about fifty years old, about the same age as his mother, wearing a shabby denim jacket on her upper body, her hair was messy, and her lips were dry and white as if she hadn't drunk water for a long time.

Han Qian was stunned, and the old woman said with a smile.

"If you want to keep it useful, I'll go."

"No, it's useless, give..."

When Han Qian handed the jar to the old lady, the old lady's eyes were full of joy, and when she took the bottle, Han Qian found that there were two fingers in her right hand that couldn't be bent back, and it seemed that she had lost consciousness.

Then Han Qian shook his head and smiled, picked up Yeats and drank half a bottle of mineral water, handed it to the old woman, and said with a smile.

"Auntie, I'll give you this too, just pour the water."

The old woman smiled, and the simple two bottles that others regarded as garbage made her brows happy and satisfied, and at this time Yeats came back, opened the co-pilot's door and said softly.

"Mr. Han is going to Ye Sai Pavilion."

Han Qian started the car, he inadvertently glanced in the rearview mirror, and when he saw the old woman looking up and drinking the half bottle of water, Han Qian was stunned.

We haven't had a beggar in many years.

Why would there be an aunt with a disability picking up bottles, and why would she drink half a bottle of water from Yeats?

Han Qian understood a truth, when you have nothing, your dignity, cleanliness, habits, and faults will disappear with you.

When he saw the old woman who had drunk the water screwing the bottle cap and smiling in the rearview mirror, Han Qian's tears came down in a flash.

What if this is my mom?

What if my mom is begging on the road today and asking for a bottle? What about the half of the water that someone else has left?

I'm going to kill myself with my own hands!

Han Qian glanced left and right, parked the car and opened the door, rushed into the supermarket to buy a bunch of snacks, and then ran back with the snacks, and when he ran back to the place where he had parked just now, the old woman was gone.

Han Qian searched left and right, and at this time, Yeats drove the car and stopped across the road, walked across the road and pulled Han Qian's arm and frowned.

"Mr. Han, what's wrong with you?"

Han Qian turned his head to look at Yeats.

"I seem to have made a mistake, I just met an aunt, she was picking up bottles, and she drank the water you drank, she must be very thirsty, this is Binhai, Miss Ye, Binhai is a place where no one is allowed to beg! She must be very thirsty, she must be very hungry, or she will not drink your water! ”

Yeats said softly.

"Okay, okay, I know, I know, I'll ask, you go and wait for me in the car!"

Soon.

Yeats returned, started the car and took Han Qian away.

Not long after, Han Qian met this aunt at the door of a scrap station, at this time the aunt was sitting at the door of the scrap yard, holding a steamed bun in her hand, and a dirty puppy squatting at her feet, she took a bite and fed the puppy.

The dirty puppy was full and lay on the ground with his belly up and rolled in front of the aunt, the aunt smiled, a very warm smile, and then took out her pocket, looking at a few coins in her hand, the aunt took a deep breath and stood up with one hand on her waist.

When she raised her head, looking at the handsome man and beautiful woman who appeared in front of her, the aunt's eyes were a little frightened, and she sighed.

"Let me sell the bottle, I'll get it back for you."

Watching his aunt run back to the scrap yard, and soon after holding a Red Bull bottle and a drink bottle and handing them to Han Qian, Han Qian took a deep breath, he felt a little trembling, he always thought about if his mother would be like this if she lost herself and the old man,

There was no way for him to break away from this sense of substitution.

Han Qian said softly.

"Can I talk to you? Then I'll give you ten dollars. ”

Auntie said with a smile.

"Then what kind of money do you want, you don't dislike me and bury it."

Han Qian sat on the stone, looked down at the dirty puppy lying on the ground, and said softly.

"Auntie, you can sell it for a few bucks a day."

Auntie laughed.

"Sometimes it sells for five dollars, but today it sells for three dollars."

Han Qian raised his head and frowned slightly.

"Don't you have any family? What about your children? ”

"It's dead!"

Auntie's answer was very bland, and there was still a smile on her face.

It seems to have gotten used to it.

(End of chapter)