Chapter 503 What if it’s my mother?
On the weekend, Wen Nuan wanted to go out, but he was worried that Yan Qingqing would harm Han Qian, so he stayed with Yan Qingqing. Cai Qinghu jumped up and asked Han Qian if he wanted to go shopping to buy some clothes, but was arrested by Wen Wen and Yan Qingqing. On the second floor.
The fight started again.
There is no smoke in the battlefield without warmth, at least there will be no action.
But there is a warm place, and it is not impossible for there to be no grass growing for ten miles.
Everything that can be eaten is eaten, and those that cannot be eaten are beaten.
Han Qian put on his clothes and shouted to the second floor.
“I’m going out!”
No one paid attention to him.
As he walked out of the unit door, a gust of north wind blew by, making Han Qian shiver.
The temperature dropped suddenly overnight, and the leaves in the community have fallen. This year's winter seems to be coming earlier than every year.
Maybe it has something to do with the heavy rain in the summer.
After walking out of the community and getting into the car, Han Qian raised his hand and scratched Yeats at a distance.
"Ms. Ye, what are you hiding in your clothes? Why are they so bulging!"
Yeats rolled his eyes and was too lazy to talk to Mr. Han, who was talking nonsense, but he still handed it to Mr. Han. Qian is a warm baby, Han Qian chuckled after taking it.
"Suddenly I feel like that person who is in confinement. Miss Ye, are you really not anxious 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, you won't say such things that no one will stop you from being beaten. Do I have time to get pregnant?"
Han Qian sighed.
"Why are things like this? I asked Shici, and her answer was when the dog finished licking the noodles, the chicken finished eating the rice, and Nuan Nuan gave up the crabs, she was thinking about the child."
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"Mr. Han, get out of the car. I don't want to hear this woman's name."
Yeats's face was ugly. She didn't know what was wrong with Yu Shici recently, and he was always confronting her everywhere.
Han Qian raised his hands.
"Okay, okay, I surrender! But you are not young!"
Yeats opened the door and got out of the car, opened the passenger door and signaled Han Qian to get out and get out.
Within five minutes of getting on the bus, I stepped on three minefields.
You want to say that Han Qian has low emotional intelligence? He is really not low, but do you think he has high emotional intelligence? You must be mentally ill.
Seeing Yeats fuming, Han Qian got out of the car, hugged the girl, kissed her hard on the cheek, then put Yeats into the passenger seat, and Han Qian drove away.
Without any destination, Han Qian wanted to go to Bin County 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 temperature has dropped off a cliff, and it will continue to drop tomorrow, but the reconstruction work is going on very quickly. In another half month at the latest, the victims will be able to live in the house for the winter before the temperature goes below zero."
After hearing Yeats' report, Han Qian breathed a sigh of relief. When passing by the pedestrian street, Yeats suddenly said that he wanted to buy a cup of hot coffee. Han Qian laughed.
“Shall I go?”
Yeats pouted.
"It's not like I have no legs, you can just sit in the car."
Yeats opened the door and got out of the car. Han Qian opened the window and lit a cigarette, taking a sip from a can of Red Bull. With.
I felt a lot more energetic after drinking a can of Red Bull, but Yeats hadn't come out yet. When Han Qian turned around and was about to close the car window, a probing voice came into his ears.
“Young man, don’t you want this jar?”
Han Qian turned his head and looked at the old woman standing by the car door, who was about fifty years old, and My mother must be about the same age. She is wearing a shabby denim top, her hair is messy, and her lips are dry and pale as if they haven't drank water for a long time.
While Han Qian was stunned, the old woman smiled innocently.
"If you want to keep it if it's useful, I'll leave."
"No, it's of no use, here..." When Han Qian handed the jar to the old lady, the old lady looked at her. The bottle was full of joy. When taking the bottle, Han Qian found that two fingers on her right hand could not be bent back, and she seemed to have lost consciousness.
Then Han Qian shook his head and smiled, picked up the mineral water that Yeats drank half a bottle of and handed it to the old woman, smiling.
"Auntie, I'll give this to you, just pour the water."
The old woman smiled, and the two simple bottles that others regarded as garbage made her look happy and satisfied. At this time Yeats came back, opened the passenger door and said softly.
"Mr. Han, go to Yeshai Pavilion."
Han Qian started the car. He accidentally glanced at the rearview mirror. When he saw the old woman raising her head and turning the half When he drank all the bottle of water, Han Qian was stunned.
We haven’t had a beggar in Binhai for many years.
Why was there a disabled aunt picking up bottles? Why did she drink half of Yeats's bottle of water?
Han Qian understood a truth: when you have nothing, your dignity, mysophobia, habits, and problems will all disappear.
When he saw in the rearview mirror the old woman who drank water, screwed on the bottle cap and smiled, Han Qian's tears fell down in a flash.
What if this is my mother?
What if my mother was begging on the street today and asked for a bottle? What about drinking the half bottle of water left by someone else?
I will kill myself with my own hands!
Han Qian glanced around, parked the car, opened the door and got out of the car, rushed into the supermarket and bought a bunch of snacks, and then ran back with the snacks. When he ran back to where he parked, the old woman The person has disappeared.
Han Qian was looking around. At this time, Yeats drove his car and parked on the opposite side of the road. He walked across the road and took Han Qian's arm, frowning.
"Mr. Han, what's wrong with you?"
Han Qian turned his head and looked at Yeats.
"I seem to have made a mistake. I just met an aunt. She was picking up bottles and drank the water you drank. She must be very thirsty. This is Binhai, Miss Ye. There is no one in Binhai. A place where people are allowed to beg! She must be very thirsty and hungry, otherwise she would not drink your water!"
Yeats said softly.
"Okay, okay, I know, I know, I'll ask, you go wait for me in the car!"
Soon.
Yeats came back, 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 station, holding a steamed bun in her hand, and a dirty puppy squatting at her feet. She took a bite. , feed the puppy a bite.
After eating, the dirty puppy lay on the ground and rolled on its belly facing the aunt. The aunt smiled, a very warm smile, and then took out her pocket and looked at a few coins in her hand. He took a deep breath and stood up, holding his lower back with one hand.
When she raised her head, looking at the handsome men and beauties appearing in front of her, the aunt had a bit of fear in her eyes and sighed.
"Let me sell the bottle, and I'll get it back for you."
Watching the aunt running back to the scrap station, she soon handed Han a Red Bull bottle and a beverage bottle. Qian, Han Qian took a deep breath. He felt a little trembling. He always thought about whether his mother would be like this after losing him and the old man.
He had no way to escape from this sense of substitution.
Han Qian said softly.
"Can I have a chat with you? Then I'll give you ten dollars."
The aunt said with a naive smile.
"How much money do you want, as long as you don't mind me paying for it."
Han Qian sat on the stone, looked down at the dirty puppy lying on the ground, and said softly.
"Auntie, how much can you sell for every day?"
Auntie said with a smile.
"Sometimes it can be sold for five yuan, but today it was sold for three yuan."
Han Qian raised his head and frowned slightly.
"Don't you have a family? Where is your child?"
"He's dead!"
The aunt's answer was very plain, with a smile on her face.
I seem to be used to it.
(End of this chapter)