Chapter 18

"Hurry up and go home, let's figure it out, what's next! There are so many interesting things waiting for us!"

Qiu Mingquan responded, and vaguely felt that this President Feng had not only returned to his original state, but also seemed to have become more active and full of vitality?

All around, snowflakes gradually floated up. In winter, the sky was dark early, and the sun had just set. Now the snowflakes were flying, and it was already dark.

There was no one on the last train, except for Qiu Mingquan who was alone, carrying a dilapidated schoolbag and carrying the new clothes of his grandparents bought in the boutique shopping mall in the morning. There were only two or three passengers.

Qiu Mingquan sat alone in the last row, silently looking out the window. Outside the window are shadowy trees and snowflakes that are getting bigger and bigger.

The old quilted jacket that didn't fit him was empty, and the bowl of delicious wontons had already been digested and disappeared.

He was supposed to be cold and hungry, but Qiu Mingquan was unexpectedly peaceful in his heart. Touching that piece of jade, he only felt warm in his chest, as if a fire was burning vigorously.

And President Feng, who always liked to give orders, thought of something, and also remained silent.

Through Qiu Mingquan's eyes, he saw a pair of clear and somewhat lonely eyes on the glass of the car window.

Feng Rui's heart skipped a beat. He's... scared.

He was afraid of his leaving, as if he was afraid that he would abandon him.

At this moment, Mr. President, who was cold-hearted and full of calculations, suddenly felt a little uncomfortable, and a feeling of being dependent on each other surfaced.

"Go to sleep, I'll call you when you get there." Feng Rui said in a rare and gentle way.

Qiu Mingquan gave a "hmm" and leaned half of his face against the glass.

In a daze, with the cold glass against his face, Qiu Mingquan suddenly stood up straight and sat upright on the seat!

The boy who punched him hard! ... Those beautiful but fierce phoenix eyes are as beautiful as a girl's face!

A memory fragment flashed through Qiu Mingquan's mind, and he was extremely shocked: "The boy who was with you... is, is it?"

It was the man who was entangled with Feng Rui on the rooftop in the previous life!

In the hospital, he appeared in front of Qiu Mingquan as he cried and begged the doctor.

——Yes, it was him! After that face grew up, it also didn't change much, and the brows and eyebrows were vaguely recognizable!

"You finally remembered?" Feng Rui said calmly, "That's right, it's him."

What happened between Feng Rui and that man back then, after rebirth, Feng Rui didn't talk about it, and Qiu Mingquan was even more embarrassed to gossip and ask questions.

But today, he couldn't bear it anymore.

"Who is that person? Did you become enemies with him later?" Qiu Mingquan asked falteringly, and added at the end, "Why did he want to kill you?"

"What nonsense?" Feng Rui asked in surprise, "Why kill me?"

"I... I didn't hear the cause and effect clearly." Qiu Mingquan scratched his hair, "Didn't he push you down?"

"Don't worry, no one pushes me. And it has nothing to do with you." Feng Rui said coldly.

Qiu Mingquan was choked, and muttered angrily for a while: "Why didn't you have anything to do with me? I died because of you two, and he punched me today!"

He reached out and touched his cheek, and sure enough, it was still swollen, and there was still a clot of blood in his nasal cavity.

Just when Qiu Mingquan thought he was determined not to speak, Feng Rui said slowly, with a tired voice: "His name is Xiang Cheng, and my Fa Xiao is the child of our best friend. We have lived together since we were young, and we are next door. Neighbor."

After a pause, he continued: "Xiang Shibo's family has only one daughter. There was a boy in the early years, but he died. Xiang Cheng is the adoptive son adopted by Uncle Xiang."

"Ah... like me, adopted?"

Feng Rui sneered indifferently: "Ha, the same as you? He's much luckier than you."

Qiu Mingquan fell silent. Also, how can I compare myself to being adopted into such a good family?

"Uncle Xiang worked in the police force. When he was young, he was on the front line of anti-drugs and had a very good comrade-in-arms. At that time, drugs had just started to breed in big cities, and many anti-drug policemen lacked experience in protecting their own families. Once they arrested a drug gang Afterwards, those remnants jumped over the wall in a desperate attempt to retaliate and hijacked Uncle Xiang's wife and newborn child."

"Ah!..." Qiu Mingquan exclaimed.

"In order to rescue the hostages, that comrade-in-arms fought desperately with several drug dealers. He went deep into the tiger's den and died alone." Feng Rui's voice was heavy, "Uncle Xiang's wife was rescued, but the newborn son was killed by a mad drug dealer." son killed."

Qiu Mingquan listened in a daze, feeling sore in his heart, not knowing why he felt unusually uncomfortable.

How painful should it be for a mother who sees her child die in front of her eyes? ...

"That comrade-in-arms and Uncle Xiang were originally close friends, and he died because of this incident. Of course, Uncle Xiang is obliged to take care of him and send a lot of living expenses to orphans and widows every year. But when the mayor Xiang was three or four years old, , His mother suddenly fell ill and passed away."

"Ah, it's really pitiful..." Qiu Mingquan sighed.

"As soon as Uncle Xiang heard about this, he immediately rushed to the countryside, brought out the orphan of the martyr, and formally went through the adoption procedures." Feng Rui narrated calmly.

"Xiang Cheng just became a member of the Xiang family. My mother and Mrs. Xiang are handkerchief handkerchiefs, so we have played together since childhood." Feng Rui's voice became softer and softer, falling into the memories of his childhood, a little vaguely sad .

"Well, then Xiangcheng and you have a good relationship." Qiu Mingquan suddenly realized.

Feng Rui smiled wryly, but didn't speak.

Yes, when he was young, his relationship was so good that he always regarded Xiang Cheng as his younger brother and buddy, but he never noticed Xiang Cheng's strange thoughts and infatuation.

"I'll call you brother, but you're not my real brother!" Xiang Cheng roared in his mind, his eyes were full of despair and sadness.

"Then, why did you fall out because of?" In the ear, Qiu Mingquan's words completely brought Feng Rui back from his memories.

Feng Rui said in a downcast manner: "Among us... it's a matter of feelings."

"Ah! You guys like the same woman?" Qiu Mingquan blurted out.

As for emotional matters, two big men ran to the rooftop to quarrel in the middle of the night. Besides women, what else could they do?

...Feng Rui said angrily: "Shut up! Your brain is just going back and forth like this!"

All the way back to the suburbs, it was already around seven or eight o'clock in the evening.

Close to the countryside, the path leading here is still muddy, and it will inevitably be muddy when it rains and snows.

Qiu Mingquan walked into the courtyard step by step, passing by the door of Liu Qinhua's house, she saw her, she hurriedly stretched out her hand to pull Qiu Mingquan into the house, and dusted off the snowflakes on his body: "Look at this suit, hurry up and warm yourself by the fire .”

Qiu Mingquan's face was wiped dry by the fluffy and soft towel, and his heart felt warm.

In the previous life, their family had been living in this slum area, but they were forcibly evicted by Wang Daquan's gang, and they sold the house at a low price before being separated from Liu Qinhua's family.

Qiu Mingquan clearly remembered that in his previous life, when the family was in the most difficult situation and urgently needed money to save their lives, his grandparents once asked Liu Qinhua and his wife to borrow a sum of money. Although it was not much, it was also a rare warmth in times of crisis.

He raised his head and smiled gratefully at Liu Qinhua: "Aunt Liu, thank you."

"Why are you being polite to your aunt!" Liu Qinhua patted his head with a cheerful smile, and dragged him to her own coal stove, where she was drying the half-wet cotton coat, "Have you eaten yet?"

Liu Dongfeng just came back from the outside, dressed in a policeman's winter uniform, he smiled when he saw Qiu Mingquan, but his face was a bit worried.

He casually took a big white steamed bun, and opened a bottle of Hu Yumei brand bean paste: "Come on, Koizumi, eat some."

Qiu Mingquan hesitated for a moment, and then took it. It was time to grow his body, and he was really hungry after running outside for a day.

He broke off the steamed buns and dipped them in bean paste, chewing them sweetly: "Thank you, Brother Dongfeng!"

Liu Dongfeng smiled honestly, opened the door curtain, and entered the back room.

Liu Qinhua waited for him to eat the steamed buns, saw that his clothes were almost dry, and forced him back on the barber chair: "Come on, I told you to shave your head a long time ago, look how the hair has grown!"

Qiu Mingquan's family was extremely poor. When he was a child, it was Grandma Qiu who cut his hair. It was always like a dog gnawed on him. Liu Qinhua looked uncomfortable. Later, when Qiu Mingquan went to school, she forced Qiu Mingquan to cut his hair. She didn't have a haircut for several years. Penny.

Liu Qinhua's craftsmanship is actually very good. There is often the latest issue of "Popular Film" and other fashionable magazines at home. In Liu Qinhua's hands, the hairstyles of the female movie stars on it can often be figured out very quickly. Daughters-in-law, some even come several miles away for a haircut, and every Chinese New Year holiday, women who come to have their hair permed have to queue up.

Qiu Mingquan sat on the chair and obediently let her go. At this moment, Liu Qinhua noticed the injury on his face.

"Oh, are you fighting outside again? You monkeys, you can't let the adults worry! You said your grandparents saw it when they went back, so don't be angry?" She scolded angrily, holding a huge pair of scissors With a "click", strands of soft black hair fell out.

"No, I don't take the initiative to hit people." Qiu Mingquan defended in a low voice.

At this moment, the words of Liu Dongfeng from the back room came out faintly.

"The leader said... there are too few places for regularization this time, and I don't have my share."

Father Liu's voice was a bit depressed: "You have been working for more than half a year. Didn't you say that you became a full-time employee in three months? Are you lazy in doing things and making the boss unhappy?"

Liu Dongfeng said aggrievedly: "No, the old film policemen in the area all praised me for being very diligent. The one who became a regular this time is a relative of the leader's family."

The back room was stuffy and there was no sound.

"Why don't we send something for the Spring Festival?"

"Don't send dad off. They said that the leaders of our bureau don't like small things, and the watches they wear are all plum blossoms. Yuanyuan is going to school, which is the time to spend money."...

Liu Qinhua behind her was also silent, and Qiu Mingquan asked in a low voice for a while, "Aunt Liu, what's the matter with Brother Dongfeng's work?"

Liu Qinhua smiled wryly: "It's nothing."

...Qiu Mingquan frowned and said nothing.

The small lights in the room were on, and it was as dim as ever.

Qiu Mingquan pushed open the door, and was about to say "I'm back", but was taken aback.

In the poor hut, two old men were sitting numbly, and when they heard his voice, they raised their heads together. Grandma Qiu looked at him: "Xiaoquan, come here."

When Qiu Mingquan stood beside the bed anxiously, she pointed to the passbook spread out on the bed: "This...what's going on here?"

Qiu Mingquan's scalp felt numb at a glance.

It's over, the passbook at home!