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Chapter 233
Murong went to the paper shop. Unexpectedly, the shop was very clean. An aunt in her fifties heard the door opening and put down the newspaper. She said to Murong through thick reading glasses: "No goods, no boss At home."
Murong smiled and said, "Auntie, I am the owner of the shop, are you?"
The aunt opened the drawer and took out a photo, and compared it carefully and said with a smile: "Oh, you are Murong, right? I was hired by Little Wang to help you take care of the tree in the backyard. My last name is Sun. You call me Aunt Sun will do."
"Xiao Wang? Is it Wang Hao?"
Murong remembered that before entering the Yellow Desert Ridge mass grave, he had indeed asked Wang Hao to help take care of the tree where Qin Huaian was staying. He couldn't help but feel sentimental for several months, but the person was gone.
Murong nodded and looked around. Seeing that the shop was clean and tidy, he was very satisfied, and went to the backyard to check the condition of the trees.
Seeing Aunt Sun wrapped a thick layer of straw around the bottom of the tree trunk, the snow in the yard was swept into the corner.
Aunt Sun followed. She retired and had nothing to do at home, so she couldn't find such a leisurely job. You can get 1,500 yuan every day by reading the newspaper and listening to the drama. Although it is a little far away, you can close the door and go home at three or four o'clock in the afternoon. I don't know if the boss can stay with him.
"This tree is a tree in the south. The climate in our northeast is cold. I thought of a lot of ways. A few days ago, there were bugs in the tree. I asked the sanitation department to give it a bottle. What do you think?"
"Very good, Aunt Sun is interested. How much did Wang Hao give you a month ago?"
"Five thousand, I gave it for half a year at once."
Murong nodded. It seems that Aunt Sun's character is also very reliable: "I will pay you a year's salary in a while. If I have something to go to the remote shop, please continue to help me take care of it. The main thing is to take care of this Tree, I will leave a call for you. If you have anything to do, please call me."
Aunt Sun agreed in a hurry, smiling cheerfully: "Doesn't the girl drink tea? I brought Pu'er tea from home. Let's make a cup for you."
"Auntie, don't be busy, I will go now."
"Hey, I'll give it to you."
When he walked to the door, Murong turned his head and said: "You can sell the things in this shop as you want. The price is set by yourself. Paper products will become brittle after a long time. In fact, it is very easy to make these things. If you don’t mind If you take the time to study and research, you can make some things for sale yourself. This shop has a good location and good business."
Aunt Sun's face turned into a flower with a smile: "Why don't you mind, who hasn't had that day! But I heard that this line of rice is not casually eaten, it must be hard enough for the birthday..."
Murong looked up and down, blurted out, "Auntie, don't worry, you can hold it down."
After saying this, Murong himself felt strange, but did not change his words.
"Then I will borrow your auspicious words? I just retired and I have nothing to do. My wife left early, my son and daughter-in-law are busy, and my grandson goes to college, ah."
"It's okay, this is my phone number. You can keep it. The rest is okay. Please take care of the tree in the backyard. Please call me if you have any problems."
Aunt Sun suddenly remembered something and shouted: "Hey! Girl wait a minute!"
"Is there anything else?"
"Looking at my memory, I almost forgot. Some time ago, two girls came to the shop to look for you, one named Bao Xiaoxuan and the other named Qu Tingting. They left a lot of gifts. They are in the storeroom. I will take them for you!"
"Oh, don't worry, Auntie, I will give it to you."
"That's not enough..."
Aunt Sun cannot refuse, Murong has left Zhazhishop.
Murong booked a train ticket for the day after tomorrow to go south. It had just snowed the other day and it was not cold.
It's a pity that the snow on the side of the road in the northeast has been heavily polluted in recent years. It has long since disappeared from the silver dress. It is almost Christmas. Many shopping malls are decorated with lights and colorful festivals. The festive atmosphere is strong.
Murong dialed Bao Xiaoxuan's phone. When the other party heard Murong's voice, he was surprised and pleasantly surprised, and he immediately agreed to Murong's appointment.
There was a baby crying over the phone. Murong remembered that Bao Xiaoxuan was five or six months pregnant when they met last time. Now the baby should be half a year old, so time is so fast.
Bao Xiaoxuan wore a down jacket wrapped in a red scarf and walked into the teahouse. He was surprised to see Murong: "Master Mu! Long time no see, how is it?"
Murong saw Bao Xiaoxuan plump his whole body, his face was full of happiness that he didn't have before, and he smiled and said, "Have you cut your hair?"
"My little bunny likes to pull my hair and just cut it. You seem to be thinner and darker. How are you doing? Where have you been with Master Sang and Little Yu during this time?"
Speaking of Sang Yu, Murong's eyes darkened but he quickly recovered: "Go out and do something, I heard Aunt Sun say you went to us?"
"In fact, there is nothing wrong. The first time I went there, I wanted Master Sang to give the baby a name. Then I simply missed you. Why are you leaving?"
Murong nodded, "Be a backpacker and walk around."
A trace of reluctance flashed across Bao Xiaoxuan's face, and he suddenly slapped his thigh: "By the way, do you remember the dream game of NPC?"
Murong felt a sense of sorrow again, how much he hoped that time could return to that time, even if he watched Sang Yu holding his mobile phone and ignored him all day long.
She tightened the backpack in her arms and nodded.
"Oh my god, that game is a mental opium. It has been completely taken off the shelves. I heard that many people committed suicide because of that game! I was scared to see the two-course psychiatrist. I remember Xiaosang also Play, is she okay?"
Murong shook his head, the atmosphere fell into embarrassment. Bao Xiaoxuan rubbed his nose and asked casually, "What kind of baby is in your backpack? You have been holding it since you came in."
Murong raised his head, his eyes looked a little hollow, and Bao Xiaoxuan was uncomfortable with her eyes.
"It's Sang Yu."
"What?" Bao Xiaoxuan suddenly realized, staring at Murong incredulously, for fear that he had heard it wrong.
Seeing the sadness in Murong's eyes, the astonishment and surprise in his heart were beyond words, and it took a while before he whispered, "I'm sorry."
"It's nothing, I'm going to take Sang Yu around to see the scenery. I shouldn't go back to the Northeast in the near future. We haven't seen you for a long time. I'm relieved to see that you are doing well."
Although Bao Xiaoxuan had some doubts, Murong's lonely expression stopped abruptly.
She looked at the backpack in Murong's arms again, and tears couldn't help streaming.
Murong took the initiative to take out a tissue and handed it to her: "Look at it, it's all over."
Bao Xiaoxuan sniffed, "I feel that a lot has changed when you come back this time, and you will have to be well in the future."
Bao Xiaoxuan wanted to say that Murong has become more humane, not the coldness she remembered.
It was getting late and the two said goodbye. Before leaving, Bao Xiaoxuan gave Murong a big hug, watching her drifting away with her backpack deep and shallow. The sky was silently falling down with heavy snow, covering Murong’s area. There is a thin layer on the footprints.
There was an intuition in Bao Xiaoxuan's heart: He would never see them again in this life.
The next day, Murong met with Qu Tingting again. Qu Tingting did not come alone. She was accompanied by two caregivers. She was pushed by someone in a wheelchair, describing her withered like a dried rose.
Seeing Murong, a ray of light flashed in Qu Tingting's eyes but dimmed instantly, as if the body of this dying wood could not support such violent emotional fluctuations.
The nurse pulled the blanket on his leg for Bao Xiaoxuan and bowed and said to Murong: "Miss Qu's physical condition is not very good recently. Please try to reduce the face time to less than half an hour."
"okay, I get it."
Qu Tingting stared at Murong for a long time, and said softly, "My time is running out."
...
Murong was sitting on the train heading south. This was the last car with less than ten people in it.
She looked at the deserted landscape that couldn't help passing by the window, and countless pictures appeared in her mind.
I used to think that I would spend my life mechanically, and I would have no regrets if I could save my mother before she expired.
But in the past three years or so, I have been thrilling and exhausted my whole life.
"The world is afraid of Shura hell, how can you know that love is parting, resentment and hatred, cannot be asked, and the five shades are flourishing; birth, old age, sickness and death are all suffering."
Murong deliberately chose the only commemorative green leather train reserved by the planting family. It took more than 30 hours to reach the destination. The flight attendant pushed the small dining car to chant this familiar slogan. Murong bought a cup of instant noodles and lay down after eating it.
In the middle of the night, the train swayed shallowly, and the last carriage became quiet.
Murong vaguely felt that the car had stopped several times, one of which took a very long time. Perhaps it was passing through the hub station, Murong thought.
Just when Murong was about to fall asleep holding the backpack, she suddenly felt a biting chill, and she opened her eyes suddenly.
wrong! It was too quiet in the carriage.
Murong tightened the backpack in his hand, pricked his ears to listen to the surrounding movement, deathly silence.
There is a thick layer of ice on the car window overhead. This situation is not uncommon in the Northeast, but the car has been driving for nearly 20 hours and it should not be so cold!
Suddenly, Murong heard the sound of playing with children. It was a boy and a girl.
Murong sat up slowly and put the backpack on her back. The moment she opened the quilt, a cold breath pierced through her thick cotton coat.
She gently put on her shoes and caught a glimpse of a layer of ice in the bottle of mineral water she put on the table.
As soon as Murong stepped on the narrow aisle, the children's laughter stopped abruptly.
The soles of the feet slipped and supported the bed next to it to barely stand firm. The long aisle was turned into a bright luster, and it was frozen!
Murong saw people lying on the diagonally opposite shop, and walked over with the shop: "Sir, sir? Wake up."
There was a layer of hoarfrost on the man's mouth and nose and eyebrows, and there was no response.
"Sir?" Murong raised his hand to probe the man's breath, and died!