Chapter 69 is simply incredible
It was clearly written on the corrugated paper, [Professional tree hole, 0.5 yuan/hour. 】
Xu Jiayu is about to collapse. This unlucky park is full of strange people who are crazy about money! Do anything for money!
"No, I don't need it! Can I go now?"
The red-faced man scratched his head and ears anxiously. Suddenly he put his right hand flatly under his chin and made a circle with his thumb and index finger.
She suddenly realized that the red-faced man in front of her seemed to be a hearing-impaired person, and the gesture just now meant "wait a minute" in sign language.
In her previous job, she came into contact with a very talented young deaf painter and learned some sign language in order to communicate, and this "wait a minute" is one of the very few sign languages that she can remember.
"Brother, you...can't you hear me?"
The red-faced man was stunned for a moment, his desperate eyes immediately rekindled hope, and he kept repeating the "wait a minute" gesture. Then, he took out a marker pen from his dusty backpack, turned over the corrugated paper, and wrote something on it one stroke at a time.
After a while, the red-faced man held the corrugated paper high above his head.
"I scared you. I'm sorry, are you from the museum?"
The handwriting is crooked, with Pinyin and Chinese characters mixed together, and it looks like the kind written by a student who has just entered elementary school.
Xu Jiayu nodded doubtfully.
"I am."
The red-faced man suddenly smiled. His face was wrinkled like crumpled paper, and his eyes were almost completely sunk in the wrinkles, but his eyes were clear and bright.
"Do you want to visit the museum? There is no charge to visit the museum, but you need to make an appointment. Give me your mobile phone and I can help you."
Unexpectedly, the red-faced man stubbornly shook his head, picked up the corrugated paper again, and after a long time, he held it up to show her.
"I want to ask you about someone."
It turned out to be this, but unfortunately she only knew a few people.
"I'm sorry, brother! I'm a new employee..."
The red-faced man blushed even more when he heard the rejection. He lowered his head and made a "wait a moment" gesture after a while, and started writing on the corrugated paper.
This time he wrote very quickly, as if he was afraid that she would leave soon.
However, when he lifted the corrugated paper up again, Xu Jiayu was stunned.
The red-faced man only wrote three words - Xu Boyuan.
Different from the handwriting just now, the three characters "Xu Boyuan" were written neatly. She was sure that he had practiced these three characters many times.
And the look in his eyes was one of indescribable expectation, as if he had been waiting for decades.
Somehow, the rejection on his lips turned into silence. Xu Jiayu looked at the time and nodded.
"I knew Xu Boyuan, but he passed away at the beginning of last month."
She saw the red-faced man's eyes sunk in wrinkles, and her newly raised hopes dimmed in an instant, and then she started writing and drawing hurriedly on the corrugated paper.
"Dead? Is the person dead?"
The red-faced man excitedly clicked on the writing on the corrugated paper, staring directly at Xu Jiayu's mouth.
"Yes, when a person dies, he has left this world forever."
After receiving the exact answer, the red-faced man's eyes suddenly became helpless and filled with complete despair, as if he had aged ten years in an instant.
It was obvious that the red-faced man knew Xu Boyuan, but apart from the real estate certificate, she did not want to know anything related to Xu Boyuan.
Xu Jiayu stood up and prepared to leave, but this time the red-faced man did not look at her again. The red-faced man was clearly a homeless vagabond, but how could Xu Boyuan know such a person?
Maybe like her, Xu Boyuan met him in the park on a sunny afternoon?
So what did Xu Boyuan do? Only a red-faced burly man would have that look?
She suddenly stopped and looked behind her in disbelief. The red-faced man was still sitting where he was, holding the piece of corrugated paper tightly with both hands and staring blankly ahead.
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That is clearly Xu Boyuan's handwriting!
She trotted up to the red-faced man, "Brother! What do you want from Xu Boyuan? I... am his daughter."
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After Xu Jiayu revealed his identity, the red-faced man was surprised for a moment and said that he and Xu Boyuan had been friends for many years.
The red-faced man said that when Xu Boyuan learned that he was hearing-impaired when they first met, he boldly chose a monthly subscription and talked to him for a month, talking about his early years working in the fields and the years he spent studying at Beijing University. , talking about the cultural relics in the museum that he restored.
But I have never heard Xu Boyuan mention his wife and children.
Later, as they got to know each other for a long time, Xu Boyuan often bought wine and meat to eat with him. Sometimes after drinking too much, he would sleep with him in the park. If it weren't for the famous brands on his clothes, he would have thought that Xu Boyuan was as homeless as him. Returnable.
Xu Boyuan and he were also treated as vagrants and driven away by park staff. And this has happened many times.
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In order to avoid being driven away, Xu Boyuan dragged him back and forth between several parks. After successfully avoiding those people, he would lean against the wall under the bridge pier and laugh loudly. Just laughing would make him cry.
He asked Xu Boyuan why, but Xu Boyuan just looked ahead indifferently and shook his head silently.
Later, he taught him how to read and write. He told him that his name was Xu Boyuan.
Xu Boyuan asked him to practice calligraphy and he would come and check.
At first he didn't care, but as the days passed, Xu Boyuan never came again. He once went to the museum to inquire, but those people wouldn't let him get close.
He never thought that Xu Boyuan would die so suddenly.
Seeing the dense handwriting on the notebook and the iconic signature of "Xu Boyuan", she knew that the red-faced man in front of her was telling the truth.
In Xu Boyuan's signature, he always used to pull back the side of the word "yuan", and his strokes are free and firm.
Xu Jiayu fell silent.
She always felt that after she generously chose to withdraw from Xu Boyuan's life, he should have lived a happy life in these years. After all, Xu Boyuan never contacted her once after the winter vacation that year.
His wife and children, who had been anonymous for so many years, were finally able to see the light of day. Xu Boyuan finally lived a happy life with his beloved woman, and his wife and son were on the hot bed.
How could you not be happy?
But that teetotal man turned out to be an alcoholic?
That man who loves life would allow himself to sleep in a park while drunk?
Simply unbelievable.
"Brother, have you admitted the wrong person? Is the person you are talking about really Xu Boyuan?"
Xu Jiayu subconsciously took out his mobile phone, scrolled through the photos, and opened the album to look for Xu Boyuan, but found nothing.
Finally, she finally saw that familiar but weather-beaten face in the museum's work group.
“A promise worth a thousand gold?”
She sneered, how dare someone like Xu Boyuan give himself such a WeChat name?
It's so ironic. Aren't you afraid that Ms. Meng will come to settle the score with him when he wakes up from his dream at midnight?
Thinking about it, it must be fear, otherwise why would you often sleep in the park and dare not go home?
She took a deep breath, "Brother, does the Xu Boyuan you know look like this?"
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