Nanqiao took a deep breath, and the noise began to rise again. The sound of talking, the sound of TV, the sound of nurses running.
She looked calm: "what's the matter?"
Bai Jufang takes out a card from the ragged bag and hands it to Nan Qiao. Her thick black fingers hold a small green card, which is very touching.
Nanjo looked at her.
The old man's hair was gray and his face was full of ravines. He was still suffering from sadness. Because of long-term work, his face was covered with black spots, which occupied most of her face.
"Nanqiao, this is the money you gave us for this operation. I'll save it for you. Take it."
"..." she choked uncontrollably, "why don't you have an operation."
"I'm too old to live long even if I have an operation. Why suffer that?"
If Nanjo had not heard them, he would have believed them.
They are not afraid of suffering, they are afraid of spending money.
"Nanqiao, listen to your uncle. Let's go. Let's leave the Lu family's affairs, my affairs and Lu Ran's affairs alone," she said painstakingly. "You're married now. That boy looks good to you, and his family should be very rich. He may not mind that you've made friends with a Yan, but Nanqiao, No man doesn't mind his wife caring for his ex boyfriend's family as his mother's family. "
Bai Jufang doesn't know anything about famous brands. He only knows that the quality of Mo Beicheng's clothes is similar to those on the street.
In her eyes, can wear this price clothes, is already a good family.
Nanqiao stood still, and Bai Jufang pushed her: "let's go."
With Bai Jufang's strength, Nan Qiao can't be pushed.
But Nanqiao was pushed into the elevator by her.
She reached out and pressed the key on the first floor for Nanqiao, watched the elevator door close slowly, the number on the screen began to beat, and finally covered her mouth and cried out. She did not dare to make a sound, and her body trembled violently.
A few minutes later, the phone rang.
Bai Jufang looked at the number above and said, "hello."
The phone was silent for a few seconds before the voice came out. It was short, simple and neat, just like the other party's traditional style, "thank you."
"Don't thank me. I did it just for Nanqiao. If I knew it would affect her marriage..."
She didn't go on, but the other side understood what she meant.
"Thank you anyway."
The phone hung up.
Bai Jufang went back to the ward, looking at Lu Heng, who was covered from head to foot by white cloth, tears came down again.
……
South Qiao Mu ran out of the hospital dilapidated inpatient building, on the car, but temporarily do not know where to go.
It's almost dawn.
The most marginal part has been covered with white light.
She pressed the light of the mobile phone, the screen was clean, no missed calls, no text messages.
Therefore, Mo Beicheng has not gone back.
She drove aimlessly on the road. At this time, there were few pedestrians and vehicles on the road, and the sanitation workers were cleaning.
Nanqiao didn't know where she was going, so she drove aimlessly. When she found out, the car had stopped in front of the ruins.
Here is the original address of Fujii community.
Lu Yan's rental house!
It has been demolished, reinforced concrete, sundries, doors and windows are everywhere, and several excavators are parked on the side.
Nanqiao unties her seat belt and gets off the car. There is still moist steam in the morning air. She doesn't go inside, and she doesn't have the nerve to look for the ruins of Fujii community. She walks around the periphery, and finally lies on a fitness equipment for doing sit ups.
The sky is blue, there are no big white clouds.
She was staring at it all the time, and her eyes hurt.
One after another, some people came to exercise, and those conversations fell into Nanqiao's ears. They were all trivial things at home.
"Mrs. Wang's family really caught up with the times. For this piece, she said before that she would demolish it, but later she said she would not demolish it. After four or five years of procrastination, her son and girlfriend had quarreled over the house. As a result, she demolished it and made a lot of compensation."
"My son works in the demolition office. According to him, if it wasn't for the pressure from above, this piece of land would not be demolished in a few years. If we want to pay such a high compensation, the government will not be willing to do so. Things have been dragging on. "
"Then who paid for the extra money?"
"Who knows, maybe the boss of any group is interested in this area and is ready to make a big investment. He doesn't care about the small amount of money."
"This is the place where the birds don't shit. It's almost the same to build a cemetery."