Chapter 157: Finding people is easy

Chapter 157 is easy to find someone
In the afternoon, because of the hustle and bustle of Long Xiruo, Luo Qiu, who had no feeling of going out, immediately read an afternoon book in the club.
Probably before the evening dinner, the club came to a new guest.
A ragged old woman carrying a large gray bag and carrying a thin bamboo pole. Luo Qiu’s first look is a bit like a scavenger, like a wanderer.
The face is covered with wind cream and wrinkles, and the slightly hunched body looks very thin.

You night, what is dinner today?

"Fried duck breast with orange juice, French corn mushroom soup, small bread."
Luo Qiu nodded and said: "The guest's mouth is not good, take some soup and small bread."
Of course, such a conversation happens when the old woman is still standing in front of the door, when the wind chime is just ringing. Looking at the old woman's inconvenience, Luo Qiu went forward and sat down with the other side.
"I, I have no money."
The old woman’s voice was a little uneasy.
She didn't even think about spending in this place, although she couldn't see what it was doing, but the faint sight still saw that the person holding her was dressed neatly.
And also unusual courtesy.
This is not a very advanced place?
"Auntie rest assured, we don't collect money here."
It feels like a big mother, more in line with the old woman's world.
Luo Qiu sat in front of the aunt. The night’s movements were quick, and the dining car had already rolled out a thick soup and a small basket of bread and placed it in front of the aunt.
The eyes are not clear, but the nose is still there, and the aunt smells a strong scent. She can't remember how long it hasn't been to smell the scent that makes me can't help but breathe.
Probably a lot of years ago, during the New Year, a table reunion dinner.
"What is this?" Auntie could not help but ask.
Yuki whispered: "Auntie, this is a soup of truffles and corn grits. The bread is bought outside, but it is just good today."
"This... is this all for me?" Auntie said incredulously: "I can't afford it."
"Auntie rest assured, this is what our boss asked you to eat." You night smiled: "If not enough, there is still inside."
"Big sister, big brother, thank you!" Auntie gratefully thanked.
Maybe it is really hungry.
Although there were a few hoes in the bag, the scent from the soup in front of him really made her resist.
Luo Qiu asked for a glass of water and watched the old woman drink soup and bite bread.
After waiting for all the things in front of me to finish eating, the aunt was slightly uneasy and said: "Big brother, I, I really don't have money. I am wandering outside, and I can't go home..."
"Nothing, just entertain the guests." Luo Qiu put down the cup and reached out and pressed the aunt on the back of the hand on the table.
Just for a moment, Auntie retracted her palm in horror.
Because it was only this moment, she understood what kind of place she came to.
By exchanging things other than money wealth, you can buy whatever you want, as long as you can afford the price you need.
But still unbelievable.
At this time, Luo Qiu waved gently in front of Auntie’s eyes, and the white opaque eyes suddenly became black and white.
Feeling the clear vision that has long since gone, the aunt trembled with both hands and touched her eyes, and all of a sudden the eyes were wet. "My eyes, my eyes... how come... incredible! Unbelievable!"
She clearly saw the beautiful maidserver, and naturally saw the neatly dressed club owner... Because the eyes recovered their vision at once, even if I saw the strange dress of this boss, it did not seem too scary.
Auntie looked at her hands subconsciously... It turned out to be so old and rough, and there was no dirt in the palm prints, like a black line.
However, the line of sight slowly became blurred again at this time, as if all this was just a flash in the pan.
"I, my eyes!"
"It's an experience." Luo Qiu whispered: "Let Auntie know that we have the ability to do something you can't imagine. Here is where the talented people can come. So..."
He stood up, in front of the aunt, the armrests on the chest, slightly bent: "Respected guests, may I ask, do you have any needs?"
At this time, the aunt had almost no hesitation, and quickly took out a leaflet from the bag and placed it on the table.
She used both hands to smooth out this wrinkled leaflet again and again, lest it appear wrinkles and creases at any point.
"He, he! My son, my son, can you help me find it? Twenty years! He has been abducted for twenty years... I beg you! Help me find him!"
Auntie said, holding the table, it was in the place, "big brother... No, you are a god! I am here to give you a hoe! Please beg you! Help me find my son!"
Luo Qiu looked at the night.
The sensible maid lady bent over and lifted her aunt and returned to the chair.
Luo Qiudao: "Auntie, you are called Yang Ping, your son disappeared 20 years ago. In these years, you have been going south from Hebei's hometown. You have been looking for a whole twenty years. You only went home three times in the past 20 years. Last time It’s already seven years ago. You have a cataract and your body is not as good as before. Last year you fell down on the side of the road and was sent to the hospital by a good-hearted person. The doctor said that you have tuberculosis, right?

"Yes, yes!" Auntie couldn't stop her head.
"People's sea otters, just relying on an old photo of a child, want to find your son, if there is no accident, I am afraid I can't find it in the rest of your time."
This is a thousand bodies with a hundred holes, I am afraid that this year.
"I, I just want to find my son." Yang Ping raised his head: "In these ten or twenty years, there are many people who are looking for sons and daughters outside like me. We met on the road, we talked about I couldn’t help but cry for one night when I was a child... I saw too many people desperate to give up. But I know... even if it’s just a little bit of opportunity, a little bit, what do we want, we I am willing. So, no matter what I want to pay, I only want to be able to retrieve my son!"
"I understand."
Luo Qiu nodded. When the guests said the original intention, the old sheepskin roll was already unfolding in front of her. What the aunt could pay was in line with this requirement. Only the old one was left alone. soul.
......
......
The pleasant violin sound came from the small yard of the compound unit in the community.
Even through the fence and the trees, the sound is not lost. Fang Jiping practiced a pull-down piano in his own small yard after dinner.
Suddenly the phone rang, Fang Jiping put down the violin in his hand, glanced at the caller ID, and took another look at the eaves.
As usual, Fang is sitting on the sofa and looking at the newspaper.
Fang Jiping suddenly walked away and got out of the usual line of sight. He took the call and chatted softly with the the phone.
I have known for a year, at a concert – not his audience, but just a staff member of the concert hall, a girl who is ordinary, but who works hard for life.
This should not have an intersection, but the string in Fang Jiping’s mind was suddenly provoked. It’s been more than half a year since I’ve been in contact with my family and girls.
"Is it practicing piano again?"
"Well, have you got off work?"

Just under! But there is also a part-time job store.

"Don't you say that you don't have to be so lucky?"
"This can't be done! If you don't work hard, you won't have enough money to go to Belgium to watch your game next month! I want to sit in your first row!"
"I said, I will arrange it for you."
"Before I said it! You only have my admission ticket. I have to rely on my own efforts to eat and pay on the road! This topic is skipped, otherwise I am angry!"
"Ok……"
Fang Jiping shook his head helplessly, watching the clear sky in the summer night, and talking to the girl about some interesting things, I hope she will not be bored on the road.
......
Outside the fence.
Yang Ping, who supported Luo Qiu’s arm, could only see a figure faintly by the light of the room... It seemed to be talking.
Her eyes are not good, and the ears can hear more things in these years.
The aunt grabbed the palm of Luo Qiu's arm and grabbed it. "Is it really my son? He, is he talking?"
"Fang Jiping, twenty-five years old." Luo Qiu said: "Twenty years ago, Fang often bought a child from someone else..."
(End of this chapter)