Lin Yue glanced at him, walked over, picked up the money thrown on the hospital bed and counted it. It was tens of thousands of dollars. He walked up to Zhao Qiping and patted his hand.
"Why are you using you? I'm helping you beg for help. Qu Xiaoxiao's words in the last scene were quite good. Instead of letting these dudes throw their money away in the nightclub, it's better to use it to save a few more patients."
"Alchemy?" Zhao Qiping said, "Is this how you do alms?"
Lin Yue said: "Yes, what I did was quite polite."
Still right?
Zhao Qiping was speechless. It was the first time he had seen someone forcefully express a threat in such a fresh and refined manner.
As if she knew what he was thinking: "I didn't threaten them. I told them that offering love is entirely voluntary. You can leave at any time if you feel unhappy. However, they have high consciousness. Even if they don't go to the nightclub, they still have to save lives and heal the wounded."
Leaving these words behind, he walked towards Yunyun: "Isn't it, Yunyun?"
"Um."
The boy in the wheelchair over there had no idea what was going on, but that didn't stop him from trusting Brother Lin.
Zhao Qiping looked at Lin Yue's back and thought that he was really interesting.
…
Fan Shengmei has been happy and unhappy these days. She was happy because Qu Lianjie bought her a bunch of luxury goods, including Dior, Yves Saint Laurent, LV, Versace... all international brands, and took her in and out of high-end clubs, which greatly satisfied her vanity. But she was unhappy because Because I had a falling out with the 22nd Floor, I don’t know what identity I should go back to. Is it a petty bourgeoisie white-collar worker who is envied by everyone, chic, beautiful, and capable, or is he a fake phoenix who packages himself in a glamorous way?
Just like the previous few days, Qu Lianjie took her to the left and right among the rich people, living in a state of drunkenness and dreams. At this moment, she received a text message from her brother, saying that her parents had taken Lei Lei to Shanghai in order to avoid debts. They had no money with them and asked her to pick them up at the train station.
Fan Shengmei suddenly woke up from the wine, said "Sorry, I'm in a hurry, I'm leaving first," and almost ran out of the box, taking a taxi to the train station.
The train station at night is still the most lively place in the city. Passengers wearing thick coats flow back and forth in the front square. The sound of suitcases rolling on the ground is everywhere. The cold wind blows from the west and blows the evergreen landscape trees on the roadside. , and Fan Shengmei’s long hair draped over her shoulders.
There was no place to sit in the waiting room. Those who had several hours to go before taking the bus hid in the leeward alley or in the corridor leading to the -1 floor. Some sat on the floor, wrapped in blankets or something, and some huddled in the bus. In the corner, I don’t know what I’m thinking with a cigarette dangling from my mouth. In short, the more I smoke, the more annoyed I am. Some migrant workers carrying plastic buckets simply sit on it, drinking beer and eating chicken feet and ham in the cold weather. The worker opposite told me stories about my wife and children at home.
My parents have never traveled far, they have no money, no mobile phone, and they have Lei Lei, who is under five years old, in this cold and unfamiliar place. I don’t know how painful it is. The more Fan Shengmei thought about it, the more anxious she became. She ran from the east to the west, from the waiting hall to the exit, and searched several times but couldn't find anyone.
In such a big train station square, it would take a long time for her to run around, not to mention looking for someone, so what should she do?
Asking Qu Lianjie for help? Afraid that her parents would embarrass her like this, why would she call Qiu Yingying and Guan Ju'er? She couldn't pull that face off. At this moment, it seemed that the whole world had abandoned her. There were only two words that could describe her state of mind - helpless.
Coming out of the alley next to the small baggage depository, she saw a circle of people gathered in front of KFC, and faint music could be heard.
The sound of music was not important. Thinking that her parents might bring their children to join in the fun, she swallowed and ran over with a choked sob.
Drifting to the north, don’t ask about my hometown.
The towering ancient city walls cannot stop the sadness.
I drifted north to see if my family was okay.
The heavy luggage on my shoulders is filled with sorrow.
Some people said that he owed a lot of money in his hometown and needed to avoid the limelight.
Some people say that he has practiced martial arts but has no chance to show off.
Some people have lost themselves and are drifting around at a loss.
Some people support their families for their dreams and three meals a day.
He lives in a dilapidated job-seeking apartment in the suburbs of Yan.
The crowded building was filled with strangers from out of town.
He was immersed in writing his resume and cherished many hopes.
Going back and forth on Route 930, I was hoping for a miracle.
…
As she got closer, a song she had never heard came from the crowd. The voice sounded a bit familiar, but she didn't think much about it. She looked around outside and found that there was none, so she used her hands to separate the crowd in front of her. Going in, not paying attention to the surprised eyes of the audience, he looked for his parents and Lei Lei in the inner circle.
Fan Shengmei stumbled around half a circle, and there were no familiar faces to greet her, only the audience's displeasure and depression, and then she heard a kind female voice.
"Girl, what are you looking for?"
She looked back and saw a short-haired girl wearing a leather jacket and riding boots looking at her with a puzzled expression. Behind the girl was a Yamaha electronic keyboard, a drum set inside, and a bald man sitting behind her. , holding a thermos cup in his hand, looking at her with the same curiosity, and a young man with a similar expression, but there was one exception - the band's guitarist and lead singer, who didn't pay attention to her at all, or even look at her. She showed no interest at all.
But these are not important. What is important is that she knows him and is very, very familiar with him.
Your surname is Lin? Hasn't he been singing at the exits of subway stations around the Ode to Joy community? Why are you here today?
This question was abandoned as soon as she thought about it. Her thoughts were changing and she was in a dilemma for a while. She ran to Lin Yue and said, "My parents came with their five-year-old nephew. They don't have mobile phones and they don't have any money. So, It's cold, I don't know where they are now, can you help me? Help me find them."
Lin Yue curled his lips: "Does this have anything to do with me?"
Fan Shengmei raised her hand and put it down. The anger on her face disappeared and disappeared. After several times, she begged: "I beg you, please help me, please help me?"
"In this case, don't look at me, look at the child, for the sake of the child. Don't you like children very much? Lei Lei... He doesn't know whether he is cold or not, whether he is hungry or not, so The big train station square, in case you get lost, get lost..."
In the past, Lin Yue would tear her new queen's clothes to pieces in the lordship. He himself was the person that Qu Lianjie wanted to fawn over. Qu Xiaoxiao and Wei Wei had also been frustrated by him many times, so she wanted to be in front of him. The obsession with maintaining her own personality is far less strong than in front of Wang Baichuan, Qiu Yingying, and Guan Ju'er. Coupled with the situation, she only has one person, and Lin Yue has four. If she can help, the chance of finding someone will increase. It increased greatly, so she compromised and relented.
"It's entirely your own fault that you're in this situation." Lin Yue smiled coldly and looked away, but still winked at A Mian.
Fan Shengmei was right. If he no longer wanted to see her, or her parents and brothers, the child would always be innocent.
Although she didn't understand why Lin Yue hated Fan Shengmei so much, Ah Mian knew that now was not the opportunity to inquire about the grievances between the two parties, so she picked up the microphone and faced the audience.
"Everyone, listen to me. The young lady in front of you has been separated from her parents and nephew. The old lady has no money and no mobile phone. She doesn't know where she is now. It will be difficult for her to search everywhere by herself. We plan to suspend the performance. Help her search around. If there is nothing urgent at hand, I also hope that some enthusiastic people can lend a helping hand. If you can find the elderly or children, you might as well bring them here. We will continue the performance after 20 minutes. Of course, for We will send small gifts to enthusiastic people to commemorate a small episode of helping others during the journey.”
After saying this, A Mian walked up to Fan Shengmei and said, "Can you tell me the characteristics of your parents? It will be easier for us to identify them."
Fan Shengmei held the microphone and said: "My father is thin and a little bald. They also have a child about five years old, whose nickname is Lei Lei. Please help me look for it. If you see it, can you take them with me?" It's the best to be here, thank you, I thank you."
Not to mention, after hearing these words, many people walked towards the train station. Some went to the ticket office, some ran out of the station, some went to the security booth to find the police, and some went to the street crossing.
In about fifteen minutes, Ah Mian and a few enthusiastic listeners returned to the performance area with two children, one old and one young. They first went to KFC and ordered a set meal, arranged for the three of them to warm up inside, and distributed the band's recorded CD to several After finding the audience of Fan Shengmei's parents, he walked over to Lin Yue who was wiping his guitar.
"You obviously decided to help her, why do you act so coldly?"
"I help kids."
"Okay, even if you ask us to lend a helping hand for the sake of the child, why can't you be gentler to her like you treat others? What is the conflict between you and her...?"
"How would you feel if I told you that she was the same woman who caused your parents to divorce?"
"..." Amian stopped talking. Thinking of Fan Shengmei's appearance just now, her mood was a little complicated.
"Besides, what I'm going to do next is not friendly. Why should I treat her gently?"
Amian was puzzled: "Unfriendly? What are you going to do?"
Thanks to the 150 starting coins from Raising a Wise Husky, and the 100 starting coins from the Magic Curse.
(End of chapter)
