street people

Lang Song went downstairs to close the shop first, then went back to the yard to clean up the unfinished wooden barrels, cleaned up the stalls, wiped his sweaty body before changing into a clean T-shirt T-shirt back to the store.

He called the foreman and pushed back the unloading job that had been ordered yesterday.The foreman was a talkative person, so he wasn't angry because of his sudden failure to make an appointment, he just said that he would come to him when there was work.

After hanging up the phone, Lang Song heard a murmur of voices outside, and when he walked out of the store, he saw Mrs. Zhang sitting on the stone pier in front of her house, talking to herself.

Lang Song listened intently and heard her muttering: "Little grandson, when will my little grandson come home?"

The alley was very quiet, and her whispers echoed in the alley, like a mournful sob, which made one's heart tighten.

The sun in early September is still venomous, and after staying in the sun for a long time, a layer of skin will peel off.Mrs. Zhang seemed to be ignorant of the harsh sunlight, instead of sitting in a cool place next to her, she sat under the sun.

Lang Song couldn't turn a blind eye, stepped forward and whispered: "Grandma, the sun is so bright, go back to the house."

Although his voice was as gentle as possible, Mrs. Zhang was startled, shrank back in her chair in horror, stretched out her hand tremblingly and pointed at Lang Song: "You... who are you?"

Lang Song took a step back and pointed at the small shop, lowering his voice again: "I am the tenant of this house."

"Oh, I remembered." Mrs. Zhang's yellow pupils moved, and she finally remembered, "You are a relative of Xiao Sun's family."

"Yes." Lang Song tentatively reached out to support Granny Zhang's arm, "It's too hot, let's go back to the house."

Mrs. Zhang didn't push her away, but she didn't get up either. She gave Lang Song a hand.

Lang Song squatted down without knowing why, and his eyes were level with Mrs. Zhang.

"I'm telling you, go home quickly." Mrs. Zhang approached and whispered in Lang Song's ear, "This child is sick and will pass it on to you guys."

Lang Song frowned in displeasure, his eyebrows were sharp, and the scar on his face suddenly appeared a bit ferocious.

Last time Mrs. Zhang said that Sun Yanzhi was harmful to people, and this time she said that Sun Yanzhi was sick. Why?Can Alzheimer's Make You Delusional?Of course, he didn't believe what old lady Zhang said. If Sun Yanshi really had some kind of infectious disease, Hua Qiang wouldn't let him live here with confidence.Besides, is there any disease in this world that only infects young men?

But Mrs. Zhang's creepy and confused words made him very concerned. He suppressed his breath and asked, "What's wrong?"

Mrs. Zhang seemed to be caught up in the question, her brows were furrowed, and her cloudy eyes stared at Lang Song's face without saying a word.

Just when Lang Song thought he couldn't find out why, and wanted to help her into the house, Mrs. Zhang suddenly burst into tears: "My little Xun, he was killed by his surname Sun!"

As she cried, she beat her chest with her hands, and her mournful and shrill cries resounded through the alley.

Lang Song subconsciously looked up at Sun Yanshi's room upstairs, because there was a shop blocking it, he could only see a small piece of eaves, but he knew that if Sun Yanshi was awake, he would definitely hear the cry , this urban village can't hold back its voices and secrets.

"Grandma," Lang Song called out to Mrs. Zhang with a sudden heartbeat, "the cat in the house seems to be meowing."

Hearing this, Mrs. Zhang stopped crying slowly, and asked blankly, "Mimi, where did my Mimi go?"

Lang Song only noticed a few days ago that Mrs. Zhang's house had a black cat.Xu Shi heard the master's call, and Mimi jumped out from a pile of old fabrics on the operating table in the house, with a "meow".

Lang Song took the opportunity to help Mrs. Zhang into the house, and led her to the room.

The layout of Mrs. Zhang's house is similar to that of Sun Yanshi's house. The room is on the second floor.Lang Song told Granny Zhang a few words at the door of her room before leaving, but Granny Zhang stopped him again.

"Is there any discomfort?" Lang Song asked him.

Granny Zhang had just cried, her eyes were red, and there were still tears on her cheeks, but at this moment she had already forgotten the sadness just now.She slowly took out a photo frame from under the pillow, and showed it to Lang Song as if offering a treasure, stroking the photo back and forth with her fingers: "This is my little grandson, he is very good and loves to smile."

Lang Song lowered his eyes and took a look. The photo showed a young man in a white shirt, about 20 years old, with a handsome appearance and a bright smile.He squatted halfway on a boulder beside a stream, and made a "V" to the camera.It can be seen that this photo should have been taken while traveling, and from the confused words of the old lady Zhang, it can be seen that this young man is no longer alive.

"Well, very good." Lang Song agreed, and after standing silently for two seconds, he asked again, "What's his name?"

"His name is Zhang Xun." Mrs. Zhang stroked the photo softly, and choked up again. "He is very obedient and filial. I blame the Sun family..."

"Mimi, come up!" Lang Song interrupted Mrs. Zhang, and waved to the black cat who was standing on the stairs, not daring to move. Mimi was very intelligent, and immediately rushed up and entered the room.

Mrs. Zhang was easily diverted from her sight and attention, and played with Mimi while stroking her head.

Lang Song really wanted to ask a few more questions about Zhang Xun. He wanted to know what relationship he had with Sun Yanshi, and what was meant by "the one whose surname was Sun was killed"?Does the person surnamed Sun refer to Sun Yanshi?But obviously it's inappropriate to ask an emotionally unstable old lady with Alzheimer's.

The store door was still open, so he didn't stay any longer, poured a glass of water for Granny Zhang from the kettle, told her not to run around, and then went downstairs.

When he reached the door, Lang Song stopped in his tracks. He first glanced at the entrance of the alley, then turned his head to stare into the depths of the alley, as if he wanted to see the place clearly at a glance.

After standing for a while, he went back to the store with a heavy heart.

There were very few people in the afternoon, Lang Song was arranging the shelves and thinking about things, he didn't even hear the footsteps getting closer, until a "blue fur ball" opened the curtain and peeped in, shrinking his head He called out "Brother Song" softly before he came back to his senses.

"Monkey!" Lang Song hurriedly stood up, "Come in."

"Blue Furball" is a skinny teenager who dyed his hair blue, which is particularly eye-catching.He grinned and walked in with a heavy bag of things.

Lang Song took the things in his hand: "Excuse me, please run."

"Brother Song, you're too out of touch. I'm your younger brother, and I'm here whenever you are called."

"Don't call me that." Lang Song said helplessly, "Those people didn't beat you again, did they?"

The monkey's original name was Hou Chenchen, and he was very thin. He just turned 16 and dropped out of junior high school. He was a friend Lang Song met in the urban village he rented.Monkey lives with his father who has no fixed job. His father does not stay at home for three days. Monkey is often bullied by the gangsters in that area.

Since then, the monkey has called him Big Brother.

"No." Monkey shook his head, "They're just a group of bullying bastards. After being taught a lesson by you once, they never came to me again."

Lang Song shook his head: "When they know I've moved out, they will definitely trouble you again, so try to avoid them."

The monkey laughed indifferently, and the repeated sound should be yes.He stood at the door of the store, looked around, and said with a smile: "Brother, you live here is much better than the place before. The landlady, the stinky old lady, still speaks ill of you after you move out."

Lang Song smiled and said nothing, he has been in touch with the monkey, and the monkey knows about moving here.

Seeing Lang Song's preoccupied face, the monkey kicked the bag he brought, and changed the subject sensibly: "Brother, didn't you say that the breakfast stall business is good, why are you still doing this?"

Lang Song squatted down and opened the bag, inside were stacks of tags tied with yellow rubber bands, and some hanging ropes.

This is a handicraft job that Monkey was looking for. He was under 16 years old, and no employer dared to use child labor, so he looked around for some handicrafts and took them home to do.The work at hand is so simple that even children of a few years old can do it, but the wages are very low. Monkeys do these handicrafts day and night, and they can barely support themselves.

Lang Song replied: "Yueyue is going to kindergarten, I will take some free time to do this."

The monkey jumped up happily: "Really? Yueyue is going to school?"

"Can there still be leave?" Lang Song smiled, "I'll sign up in two days."

The monkey hurriedly asked again: "Where is Xiao Yueyue? Where did she go?"

"Take a nap upstairs." Lang Song spread out the folding table, took some hanging tags on the table, and asked the monkey, "How to string, which one is first?"

The monkey also sat down on a low stool and taught Lang Song how to string.

"Okay, got it." Lang Song quickly started to work, "I guess it will take two days to string these you brought, and I'll call you when I'm done stringing, and you can bring some new ones, as long as they are handmade that don't take up space. I'll take it all."

"Okay, leave it to me." Monkey grinned, "I'll try to find you a job that pays well and is easy."

"No, you can keep the good work for yourself." Lang Song shook his head, "You can get what you get from others, and I can get it from me. In addition, your round-trip fare will also be deducted."

Although Monkey is not very old, he already has the posture of a small foreman. He often takes orders for manual work from small workshops and small factories, and makes them for the women and old people who look after children in their urban villages, and he earns a difference from the middle.

"That won't work," the monkey pouted childishly, "I can't make money from you."

"Then I won't ask you for work in the future."

Lang Song cured the monkey with one sentence.

After sitting for a while, the monkey received a call urging him to go back. He got up to leave, but Lang Song stopped him and brought him two bottles of drinks and some snacks.

Only then did the monkey remember to ask Lang Song: "Brother, where is the good landlord you mentioned? Why isn't he here?"

Thinking of Sun Yanshi, Lang Song's expression froze, and he paused before answering: "He's sick."

The monkey approached Lang Song, lowered his voice and said, "Brother, this is not good, stealing things from others while they are sick."

"What are you thinking?" Lang Song rubbed his blue hair, "I'll pay, go back quickly."

The monkey was not shy either, he packed everything in plastic bags and left, then turned back and said, "Brother, if I'm free, can I come and play with you?"

Lang Song nodded: "Yes, but you need to call me first."

"Okay." The monkey replied loudly, and walked away with his things.