Chapter 28

"Come 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 bus, 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 surprisingly 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, did not know what he thought of, and was also 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!

Liu Dongfeng was wearing a thick sheriff's padded jacket, standing upright around the crowd, vigilantly maintaining order.

——These people, holding ID cards in their hands, stood in a long line early in the morning in the bitter cold wind, just to buy stocks in this factory?

Liu Dongfeng looked suspiciously at the brand-new signboard at the entrance of the factory. The words "Dongshen City Vacuum Electronic Devices Company" were written on a golden background and black block letters. It looked like it was newly replaced.

"Xiao Liu! Come here and help me buy a bowl of hot soy milk." In a steamed stuffed bun shop at the gate of the factory, his colleague Zhang Jun gnawed on a huge meat bun and ordered.

He is a few years older than Liu Dongfeng, and he is not a serious graduate of the police academy, but this time he is becoming a full-time officer, and he blatantly snatches the spot that should belong to Liu Dongfeng.

There is no other reason, it is a moderately related household. No, it hasn't been just a few days, and these days when facing Liu Dongfeng, he is obviously not polite.

Liu Dongfeng hesitated for a moment, had no choice but to turn around and leave the team, walking towards the breakfast shop at the end of the street.

——No way, everyone in the team knows that the director of the police station is Zhang Jun's second uncle.

Qiu Mingquan didn't notice that Liu Dongfeng was here, beside him, an old man and a middle-aged man were behind the line, and the length of the line was still increasing.

"Master, are you a family member of the employees of this factory?" The middle-aged man started chatting with the old man as he was idle and bored.

"My nephew is a worker in the factory. When his family bought it last year, there was no computer at all, and all the registrations were manually handwritten. The sale of these hundreds of thousands of shares was 1,450 paper shares. Each sheet has a denomination of 100 yuan, the pattern is clear, and it seems that it still exudes the fragrance of ink that has just left the printing factory.

A middle-aged woman in the first place took out 1,000 yuan, was the first to buy ten stocks, and left happily.

The second and third ones, seeing someone walking out with a thick stack of stocks with a smile on their face, the people in the queue at the back became anxious, and more and more people began to shout: "Will it be sold out?! Can't call one People buy that much, right?"

"That's right, there must be restrictions! We went early in the morning, and it was too cold. Could it be possible to ask everyone to go back empty-handed?"

When Liu Dongfeng ran back with a cup of soy milk, what he saw was that when the crowd became more and more chaotic, the originally straight line became chaotic, and many people began to try to squeeze forward.

He felt a "thump" in his heart. Oops, when he arrived, the captain specially told him to keep an eye on the law and order here. Zhang Jun had no experience, so don't call any abnormal situation on the scene.

Especially when there are many people, the thieves running around know that everyone here has a lot of cash on them, which is especially dangerous!

He rushed over in two or three steps, and shouted eagerly at Zhang Jun at the door of the steamed stuffed bun shop: "Brother Zhang, let's go and maintain order, don't cause trouble!"

Zhang Jun gave him an annoyed look: "What a fuss, what problems can happen to hundreds of people, you just have to keep an eye on it."

He took Liu Dongfeng's soy milk, and retreated to the stove next to the steamed stuffed bun shop, crossing his legs.

What a sense of responsibility for a young man outside the establishment! This damn weather is so cold!

Liu Dongfeng gritted his teeth, turned around and ran to the factory gate alone.

The situation was not right, the crowd crowded in front of the door became more and more anxious, the noisy voices echoed to the sky, and there seemed to be a few suspicious-looking people in the crowd!

Qiu Mingquan was at the front of the queue, and now he could see that something was wrong, so he managed not to be squeezed out by the crowd by virtue of his dexterity.

After finally getting in line in front of him, he was about to stretch out the money, when an aunt next to him suddenly squeezed up, grabbed the front without any politeness, and slapped a stack of banknotes on the financial staff's desk: "I'll buy five thousand yuan! "

"Don't jump in line! That woman, be more conscious!" The people behind were anxious.

"That's right, don't stop!"

Feng Rui was also anxious: "Why are you so useless? Push her away!"

Qiu Mingquan hesitated: "I... I can't do it, why don't you come?"

"Are you kidding me! I never beat women, let alone such old women." President Feng Yizheng flatly refused.

Just as the two were giving way, the woman quickly bought the stocks and left with a happy face.

Qiu Mingquan hurriedly squeezed his way up, and completed the registration and purchase process. Except for some spare money, the remaining two thousand yuan was exchanged for twenty 100-yuan vacuum electronic stocks, and he squeezed out of the crowd with great effort.

In the winter, I almost squeezed out a sweat.

He saw the steamed stuffed bun shop next to him at a glance, and ran over quickly, and was about to buy two meat buns to pad his stomach, when suddenly, he heard the fat woman's sharp voice screaming: "Ah! My money, my wallet was stolen! "

Qiu Mingquan looked up in surprise, and saw a figure as vigorous as flying, running towards the side of the crowd: "Don't run!"

A small man wearing a hat suddenly ran wildly, and the young policeman behind him chased after him, and the direction of the two of them was running towards this side.

A few steps away from the steamed stuffed bun shop, the young man behind was hungry and threw the thief in front of him on the ground: "Don't run! Follow me back to the police station!"

Feng Rui suddenly asked curiously: "Isn't this person your neighbor?"

Qiu Mingquan was taken aback for a moment, but after a closer look, he really was Brother Dongfeng!

At this moment, suddenly the thief on the ground flipped his wrist, flashed a gleaming knife from the padded coat, and stabbed Liu Dongfeng in the face.

Liu Dongfeng was caught off guard. Unexpectedly, the gangster was carrying a knife. When he dodged hard, the knife drew a bloodstain on the side of his neck. Immediately, bright red blood gushed out!

The little man's eyes were blood red, and he waved the knife again and again: "Go to hell!"

The surrounding crowd suddenly exclaimed, the knife was shining coldly, the blood on Liu Dongfeng's body was scary, and several people hesitated to step forward for a while, but Liu Dongfeng was in a hurry, this gangster was extremely crazy and fierce, and he couldn't hurt innocent people!

"Everyone, don't come here, the gangsters have knives! Brother Zhang, come and help!..." He shouted while holding back the pain.

In the steamed stuffed bun shop, Zhang Jun, who was crossing his legs and warming himself by the fire, stood up abruptly, and then sat down frightened.

Liu Dongfeng, that unlucky boy, don't be dying, there is so much blood on his body!

no no. No...he can't go up, what if he gets stabbed too? His feet trembled slightly as if they were nailed to the ground.

Qiu Mingquan looked at the young man in police uniform beside him, and frowned: "Uncle policeman?"

Zhang Jun met his clear gaze, and suddenly became angry from embarrassment: "Little bastard, get out of here!"

Qiu Mingquan looked at him in surprise, stood up abruptly, and picked up the kitchen knife used for chopping meat at the bun shop.

As soon as Zhang Jun raised his head, he saw the strangely calm eyes of the child in front of him, and shrank back in fright. What the hell is that look!

"Hey, it's all about our own business, why do you care about this nosy business?" In the corner of consciousness, President Feng asked in surprise, "Isn't there a police here? Why are you joining in the fun?!"

"Brother Dongfeng is in danger, why not go up!" Qiu Mingquan shouted anxiously, wanting to rush over, Feng Rui hurriedly pointed out, "Sneak attack, idiot! Don't rush!"

Liu Dongfeng struggled desperately with the gangster. He was injured at the beginning, but now his disadvantages began to appear. He only felt that his arms were getting heavier and heavier. Unexpectedly, the gangster broke free from his shackles, stood up, and ran forward with all his might. .