On the third floor of Guangyuan Shopping Mall, the children's clothing business is not very prosperous. Firstly, the passenger flow has dropped somewhat. Secondly, because of serious homogeneity and no brand premium, Wu's children's clothing store has no competitive advantage.
At the end of the business day, Xiao Jiacheng and his mother Lou Fang closed the shop together.
Because it was Saturday, the closing time of the store was also postponed until close to ten o'clock.
The weather has already entered autumn and it feels chilly in the evening, and in the early morning, the temperature will drop further.
Xiao Jiacheng put on a thick coat and went to the underground parking lot with his mother. The mother and son got into a silver-white car, which cost more than 100,000 yuan and had been driven for seven or eight years.
This was bought when the Wu family's business was booming.
Xiao Jiacheng did not sit in the passenger seat, but sat in the back seat, with a thick cushion placed under his butt so that he could fasten his seat belt instead of directly strangling his face.
When Lou Fang drove the car out of the parking lot and drove onto the road outside the shopping mall, Xiao Jiacheng immediately sat up straight, raised his head high, and looked across the street at the shop with "Tingwu Wood Carving Shop" written on it.
It can be seen that Shen Xing has closed the door long ago. It is dark in that direction at the moment, with no lights.
Xiao Jiacheng stared there for a long time, until the car was far away, he had no choice but to look away and sat there without saying a word.
Lou Fang did not see this scene, but concentrated on driving the car. After about half an hour, the mother and son returned to the community, parked the car in the parking lot, and returned to their home on the second floor of Garden House B19.
The room was quiet at this time. Although the lights were on, no sound was made.
Because the mother and son had already eaten packed lunches when they were in the mall, and Xiao Jiacheng's father and grandfather were at home, so they usually just grabbed something and ate it.
Lou Fang glanced at the kitchen. The lights were on, but the cabinets were neat and tidy. The tabletop where the knife board was placed was clean and there was nothing there.
Obviously no one cooked anything to eat, maybe they ordered takeout.
At this moment, Xiao Jiacheng, who had changed his shoes, made a quiet gesture to his mother.
Lou Fang was slightly startled, and looked in the direction of his finger, and saw her grandfather sitting alone on the sofa, reading the newspaper without saying a word. They didn't even raise their heads after they came back.
Lou Fang also noticed that there was a half-burned but extinguished cigarette placed on the edge of the ashtray on Grandpa's left hand side.
On the right hand side is a cup of strong tea, but the tea has long since cooled down and there is no trace of heat coming out.
I don’t know how long Grandpa has been sitting here, but judging from various signs, it is obvious that it will not be short.
Xiao Jiacheng walked to the living room and called "grandpa".
The other party was still sitting there staring at the newspaper, without answering or raising his head, as if he had just passed away.
Xiao Jiacheng suddenly felt inexplicable fear in his heart. He glanced at his grandfather's dull face carefully, walked quickly into his bedroom, and quickly closed the door.
Lou Fang asked: "Dad, have you eaten?"
The old man still didn't raise his head, as if he didn't hear him at all.
Lou Fang came a little closer, glanced at the newspaper he was holding, and found that this page of the newspaper was empty, with no printed words at all.
I don’t know what the old man has been looking at.
Lou Fang hesitated for a moment, looked at the indifferent old man, and spoke again: "Dad, where is Wu Lang?"
The old man's hands holding the newspaper moved slightly, then put them down, and the newspaper slowly moved downwards, revealing his eyes.
He did not look at Lou Fang, but squinted silently in the direction of the bathroom.
"Is he in the bathroom?" Lou Fang asked.
The old man did not answer, but slowly lifted the newspaper again, covering his eyes, staring at the blank page, and stopped again.
At this moment, Lou Fang also felt a sense of panic. The room was already very quiet, and she was the only one talking at this moment. No one answered, and the old man's movements were very strange, which made her feel panicked.
Walking towards the bathroom, Lou Fang called "Wu Lang" outside the door, but there was no response inside.
She looked back at the old man and found that he still looked cold.
Then he knocked on the bathroom door, but there was still no sound coming from inside.
Lou Fang tried to twist the door handle and found that it was not locked, so she could just twist it in.
She immediately unlocked the door and opened the door.
I saw my husband Wu Lang sitting on the toilet, holding a newspaper in both hands, motionless.
Seeing this scene, Lou Fang's heart skipped a beat, and she felt even more inexplicably panicked.
This... what's going on with these father and son?
She walked in quickly, enduring the faint smell wafting from the bathroom.
"Wu Lang, how long have you been in here? Didn't you hear me calling you?" Lou Fang said as he walked over, "Why don't you press the toilet flush switch?"
The other party still didn't respond, still reading the newspaper quietly.
Lou Fang was startled and snatched Wu Lang's newspaper. Unexpectedly, Wu Lang's hands were tighter and the edges of the newspaper were torn with a crash.
Lou Fang did not dare to do this to the old people outside, but to her husband, she did not need to keep him in this frightening and inexplicable state.
After the newspaper was taken away, Wu Lang suddenly raised his head and his expression changed: "Huh? When did you come? Why did you come in directly? I was still shitting!"
"What the hell are you shitting? I've been calling you for a long time!" Lou Fang was furious.
Wu Lang smiled and said, "No, I didn't hear you. I'm sorry. Get out quickly. I'll wipe my butt and come out!"
As he spoke, he pulled the paper.
Lou Fang felt something was wrong. She bent down and touched Wu Lang's thigh, and found it was cold.
"How long have you been in the bathroom?" She said in surprise: "My legs are already cold!"
Wu Lang shook his head in confusion.
Lou Fang immediately noticed that the newspaper that fell to the ground still had a blank page open.
"No, no, come here and help me, my legs are numb!"
At this time, Wu Lang suddenly hummed, unable to stand up for a moment, and quickly reached out to his wife.
Lou Fang helped him slowly walk out of the bathroom and sat down on the sofa in the living room.
Wu Lang said to his father who was sitting there motionless: "Dad, take a rest, you have been watching it all afternoon!"
The old man remained motionless.
Wu Lang looked worried, rubbed his numb legs, and looked back at his wife who was also worried about this scene.
"Tomorrow we will change the hospital for examination. If it doesn't work, take dad to the hospital in Heshan City." Wu Lang suggested.
Lou Fang frowned, nodded slightly, and said nothing.
"Get something to eat, I haven't eaten anything yet." Wu Lang said.
"It's so late and you haven't eaten yet?" Lou Fang looked surprised, then glanced at her husband, "Dad is like this, and you don't make people worry!"
"Dad!" The door of the small bedroom was opened, and Xiao Jiacheng, who had just hid in the room, ran out and got into Wu Lang's arms.
Wu Lang laughed heartily, picked up his son, and said, "Be careful, don't touch dad's feet, dad's feet are numb!"
"I'll rub it for you." Xiao Jiacheng squeezed his thigh thoughtfully.
With a smile on his face, Wu Lang turned to look at his father and reminded him, "Dad, stop reading and take a rest. There is nothing in this newspaper. What is there to read?"
Xiao Jiacheng took advantage of his father's presence to give him confidence and quickly took a sneak peek at the blank newspaper.
