When she returned to the teaching building, Wang Jianqiu found Aunt He waiting downstairs, and when she saw the car coming, she ran over in small steps.

"Xiaoqiu, Mr. said that you are not full, let me come to deliver the rice again."

Wang Jianqiu took the heavy lunch box, and when she was about to go out, Aunt He turned out the small table in the back seat of the car: "There are few things, Mr. said that it would be good to eat in the car, and it would be too troublesome to go to the canteen." ”

In the clean and spacious car, Wang Jianqiu finished eating a bowl of crab roe noodles and drank another bowl of soup, and Aunt He smiled with satisfaction, "Only when you eat well can you go to school well." ”

"Thank you, Aunt He."

After saying goodbye to Aunt He politely, Wang Jianqiu got out of the car, the sun was dazzling, and she couldn't help but stretch out her hand to block it.

The next second, the mobile phone rang, I thought it was Zhu Fengxiu who came to ask something, but it was a strange call, she took it: "Hey? ”

"Wang Jianqiu," the voice on the other side of the phone was noisy, and the sound of mahjong impact was obvious, mixed with eight cylinders, self-touching, red and chagrin, "Your mother owes 10,000 yuan here, you come and pay it." ”

Zhang Ling's big voice rushed out: "Are you dead outside?" The old lady's lost bottoms are gone, so hurry back to pay. ”

"Hurry up, I'll be here this afternoon."

Wang Jianqiu's eyes were not shocked: "Hmm." ”

She glanced at the afternoon class, asked for leave with the teacher, bought a ticket, went out of the school, and took the subway to the high-speed rail station.

The picture outside the car window recedes frame by frame, from tall buildings to desolate hills.

Yangcheng is not far from Beijing, but it is a completely different place from Beijing.

The city is small, backward and closed.

It has not caught up with the dividends of tourism development in the ancient city, and there is no mining development nearby, so it is not a transportation fortress or an indispensable city.

I can only praise that the environment is good.

It does not exist here, there is no light rail in the city, there is no subway, and you can only take a bus when you get off the high-speed rail, or take a black car at the door, and the driver shouts in a local dialect: "If you can't go back to history, fifty yuan a person." ”

It was purely a stealing customer, Wang Jianqiu bypassed the group of black cars, replied a few words in the local vernacular, and the driver spat out and ran to pull other guests.

The mahjong parlor is still old, and the white glass cabinet at the door has long been gray, and there are soft white sand, Hongta Mountain, and cigarettes in the world, as well as seven sisters betel nut......

The hall is very short, Wang Jianqiu stood at the door, and found that the mahjong parlor that eats people like a giant crocodile with a bloody mouth open in his memory is actually not big.

When I was young, I was most afraid of mahjong parlors, which contained countless curses, disgusting smoke and betel nut residue.

The people inside are a group of dark shadows walking in the darkness. In the dim and terrible light, the white mist and scarlet cigarette butts formed nerve lines, carrying the adults floating in the air.

Someone saw her coming, and hurriedly shouted inside: "Zhang Ling, your daughter is here." ”

The others moved the chair and stood away, revealing Zhang Ling who was sitting inside, Zhang Ling was wearing pajamas, and her eyes were cloudy: "It's really slow." ”

She pointed to the people around her: "Go quickly, ask her for the money she owes, she has money now, and she is not bad for you." ”

"If you miss it, you'll be gone."

A group of people gathered around, and large or small mobile phones were placed under Wang Jianqiu's eyes: "I'm here, I'm two hundred and one." ”

"Pay me back first, you owe me 875."

"And my food money here, 349."

“55.......”

"I'm less, 20 yuan."

"I'm a lot, three thousand."

Zhang Ling took the time to look at it and scolded angrily: "Fuck you, when did my mother owe you three thousand?" She got up suddenly, ran out, and slapped the man who was lying on the side: "Get out of the fuck, come one by one." ”

Wang Jianqiu didn't say a word, and paid silently.

After the payment was made, the people dispersed. Zhang Ling glanced her up and down, her mouth smeared with inferior lipstick hooked obliquely, and her expression seemed to be mocking: "Now that I have money, I dress like a person, and I don't even want to enter the mahjong parlor." ”

The sunlight outside the house was golden, and the girl's face was ruddy and her skin was fair, like the most ordinary and rich girl.

Wang Jianqiu put away his mobile phone and said lightly: "After paying, is there anything else?" ”

Zhang Ling took out a pack of cigarettes from the cabinet, and the proprietress in the hall shouted: "You just took my cigarettes again after paying." ”

She said impatiently: "I'll pay you later, should I send you these five dollars?" ”

She lit a cigarette, took a hard puff, flicked the ashes on the ground, and said in a yin and yang tone: "Now that I have found my parents, I don't even make a phone call, and people who don't know still think you died outside." ”

Wang Jianqiu looked at her with dark and calm eyes, and said with no expression on his face: "We didn't call before. ”

Their relationship is so indifferent and cold, no one cares about anyone, and no one asks anyone.

She didn't know where Wang Fu went, whether he was in prison, or whether he returned to the drug rehabilitation center, or whether he died in some unknown corner.

She didn't know where Zhang Ling went, she didn't know what she was doing, whether she was drunk and dreaming of death, or being chased for gambling debts.

Zhang Ling didn't know what she was doing, where she lived, what she studied, how tall she was now, and where she was going.

There may be no so-called mother-daughter friendship between them, not even resentment.

When Zhang Ling is short of money, she may call her, sometimes calling, sometimes not calling.

The cigarette in his hand was in the air, and Zhang Ling was angry again: "If you have money, your wings will be hard, and you won't blink your eyes if you pay a small 10,000 yuan." ”

Wang Jianqiu didn't want to argue, so he only asked, "What did you ask me to come back for?" ”

"Tell you to come back and pay." Zhang Ling bit the cigarette butt, took a hard puff, and then walked to the small, dim, smoke-filled mahjong parlor, and when she was about to go in, she remembered something, turned around, half of her body was submerged in the dark, and her tone was very casual: "By the way, the old house is going to be demolished." ”

"What?" Wang Jianqiu's eyelids widened slightly, and he looked straight at her.

Zhang Ling sneered, flicked the cigarette ash, turned in, pulled out the chair and sat down: "Hurry up, my luck is about to get better." ”

Wang saw Qiu ran outside the community, running faster and faster. The light and shadow were mottled behind her, shuttling between light and dark.

In late autumn in November, everything is dying.

Ginkgo trees on both sides of the road pass through the city, scattering large golden leaves.

The sun is shining overhead, and the migratory birds are gathering and flying south, and the wind blowing around them is getting stronger and stronger, rolling up the fallen leaves and almost roaring.

Wang Jianqiu couldn't see the road clearly, her thin figure seemed to be shrouded in the fallen leaves, and only the mechanical body memory guided her to run forward.

The road ahead glowed with white light, as if it were the other side.

It turned out to be downhill, she rushed forward in a trance, and only realized it when she stepped into the air.

The head hit the ground, the elbow knocked on the gravel road, and the light white figure rolled all the way from the top of the slope to the bottom of the slope, and hit the fire hydrant with a bang, which stopped the rolling.

Out of nowhere, a gentle and warm female voice called her softly under the heavy canopy: "Xiaoqiu, Xiaoqiu." ”

"Grandma's Xiaoqiu."

"It's time to go home for dinner~"

Wang Jianqiu also had childhood memories that can be said to be good. When she was young, when the kind and docile old man was still alive, she was her "Xiaoqiu, Qiuqiuer." ”

Grandma would hold her, kiss her, and swing with her in the yard.

will protect her and argue with Wang Fu. The little old lady, who was small and short, chased Wang Fu three streets with a cane, and knocked on the top of Wang Fu's head with a stick, just to vent her anger for Qiuqiu'er.

The little old lady with inconvenient legs carried her on her back and walked through one alley after another.

A few exclamations were heard in the blur, and someone shouted, "Do you want to call an ambulance?" ”

"Little girl, how are you?"

"Oops, bleeding."

There was a white light in front of him, his ears were buzzing, and the nerve endings were slowly emitting pain, Wang Jianqiu sat up from the ground in a daze, wiped the wetness of his forehead with his hand, staggered up, and continued to run forward.

In her childhood memories, she had a big house, which was her paradise.

Watermelons are planted in front of the house, and in the summer, my grandmother will pick the watermelons the size of her palms and let her use a big spoon to scoop the watermelons and eat them.

The watermelon pulp was red and sweet, and the juice was dripping from the corners of the mouth.

In winter, sweet potatoes can be baked, and honey-like sweet potatoes flow out of golden sugar.

The house was colorful, the golden sun shone on it, the green vines surrounded the wall, and the red roof was a small house in a fairy tale.

But when she got closer, she saw only broken walls, dead grass and broken trees, and desolation.

The tall loquat tree was dead, and a blackened stump stood alone in it, overgrown with weeds, broken beams, rotten swing ropes on branches, and half a plank swaying in the wind.

Several workers stood outside, trembling with fright from her gesture, and seeing the red blood on her face, one of them said, "Yadan, what are you doing?" ”

"Oh my God, where did you fall?"

Wang Jianqiu looked over blankly, suddenly came back to his senses, grabbed them and asked, "Why did you want to demolish this house?" ”

The worker said: "We don't know, the boss asked us to dismantle it." ”

"Boss?" Wang Jianqiu's eyes were stubborn, and he asked, "Where is your boss?" ”

The workers looked around left and right, pointing over there, a middle-aged man was standing next to the car smoking a cigarette, Wang Jianqiu immediately ran over there: "Hello, can this house not be demolished?" ”

When the man saw a girl with a bloodstained face, he jumped to the side in fright, "Who are you?" ”

Wang Jianqiu gasped: "I am the granddaughter of the previous owner of this house. ”

The man sighed, then said, "I'm going to do business." ”

Wang Jianqiu asked him, looking serious: "I want to buy this house again, how much does it cost?" ”

"No," the man said, holding his cigarette, a little surprised, "are you going to buy this house?" What are you using it for? ”

Wang Jianqiu: "I don't do anything, I just want to buy the house back." ”

The man said, "I'm going to build a kindergarten here." He pointed to the surrounding circle of old houses, "Look, it's not just this one house that needs to be demolished, it's all around." ”

"Please, I just want it here."

It's something that grandma left her, the only place she has color.

It was the little sweetness that she supported her to endure in the barren and innocent years.

The memory is too scarce, and she begins to hate herself for not remembering anything, why her grandmother only exists in scattered memories.

Why can't she even remember the old lady's voice and smile?

Why is the last paradise to be demolished?

"You?" The man looked at her and smiled, "Little girl, I bought this house for 480,000 yuan, if you give me 1 million, I will even if you buy shares, change the plan, and move the kindergarten to the side." ”