street people

At two o'clock in the afternoon, dense layers of dark clouds came rushing like thousands of horses, and the already gloomy sky suddenly became dark.Immediately afterwards, a strong wind blew up, and some dead branches and leaves were blown into the alley, making a sound of "woo-woo--", like the howling of wild animals.

Not long after Lang Yue woke up, she was leaning against the door frame and waiting for Sun Yanshi, but was frightened by the sudden change of weather, she ran to Lang Song and hid in his arms.

Lang Song sat on a low stool, his long legs bent up aggrievedly.He put down what he was doing, held Lang Yue between his legs, and patted her head.

I don't know whose flower pot was blown down by the strong wind, fell from a height, and fell to pieces with a loud "bang".

Soybean, who was lying on the ground and sleeping soundly, was awakened with a start, baring her canines and barking wildly outside.

Lang Song patted its head vigorously before calming it down.

Lang Yue couldn't hear these voices, but she could feel the oppressive feeling of the coming rain.She poked her head out of Lang Song's arms, frowned and asked, "Why hasn't Dad come home yet?"

Lang Song didn't know why Sun Yanshi didn't come back after all this. He gestured in sign language and replied: "He's already on his way back, he'll be there in a while."

As soon as the words fell, a red light flashed in front of my eyes, and the dull thunder rolled in, and the big raindrops also fell down with the thunderbolt.

But in just a few seconds, the torrential rain drenched the ground thoroughly, and a smell of earth rushed straight into the nostrils.

There were a few curses from outside, and then two figures ran past the door, covering their heads with their hands, but it was in vain, the rain was so heavy that even an umbrella didn't work.

Looking at the pouring rain outside, Lang Song shook his head, and suddenly thought of Granny Zhang who lived across the street.He picked up Langyue, placed Langyue on Sun Yanshi's "special seat" across the counter, told her to sit still and not to run around, then turned around and rushed into the rain.

Today, the door of Mrs. Zhang's house was closed all day, and she was not seen. It is raining so much at the moment, it is hard not to worry.

Raising his hand and pushing it tentatively, the door opened. Lang Song walked in without hesitation, and ran upstairs through the yard in the rain.

"Meow~"

Mimi's cry came, and Lang Song shook the rain from his hair. Following the sound, he saw at the end of the corridor, Mrs. Zhang lying quietly on the rocking chair, with Mimi lying on her lap, One person and one cat silently watched the pouring rain.

Lang Song secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Seeing that Mrs. Zhang was fine, he planned to leave, but Mrs. Zhang stopped him.

"Are you a child of the Sun family?"

The sound came from the end of the verandah, sandwiched in the sound of the rain, it was not very clear.

Lang Song walked up to Mrs. Zhang and said, "Grandma, call me Xiao Lang."

"Xiao Lang..." Mrs. Zhang murmured, "You are about the same age as my little grandson."

Lang Song had seen a photo of the old lady's grandson last time, and judging from the photo, he was almost the same as him, but that photo was obviously a few years old, he did not refute, and nodded slightly.

Mrs. Zhang looked at Lang Song lovingly, as if she was looking at her grandson. Suddenly, she seemed to think of something, and opened her cloudy eyes: "Oh, Xiao Xun forgot to bring an umbrella when I went out today. I want to give him an umbrella." Umbrella."

What Lang Song was afraid of was this kind of thing. He took a step forward and pressed Granny Zhang's arm: "He brought it. When I went out in the morning, I saw that he was carrying an umbrella."

"Bring it..." Mrs. Zhang was probably recalling, and then murmured, "Just bring it."

Lang Yue was alone at home, and Lang Song didn't say anything else. He entered the room with the door open, took a thin blanket from the bed, and inadvertently fell on the photo frame exposed under the pillow. He quickly glanced at The young man in the photo went out.

Covering old lady Zhang with a thin blanket, Lang Song hurried downstairs, opened the door, and there was a person standing outside.

Aunt Hua who had just put away her umbrella was also surprised when she saw Lang Song, her mouth was slightly open as if she had been frozen.

Lang Song called out in a low voice: "Aunt Hua."

"Oh, Xiao Lang," Aunt Hua came back to her senses, "Why are you here with Mrs. Zhang?"

Lang Song told the truth: "It's raining heavily, and I'm afraid something will happen to Grandma Zhang, so come and have a look."

He knew that Aunt Hua also came to see Mrs. Zhang. Aunt Hua had a bad mouth and liked to gossip about Zhang's parents and Li's family, but she was not bad-hearted.

Mrs. Zhang lives alone and suffers from dementia. Aunt Hua would send some food from time to time.

Aunt Hua's eyes widened in surprise, and she praised sincerely, "What a good boy."

Lang Song didn't think it was something to praise, and he didn't think he was a child, but he just bowed and asked, "Are you going to take a look? She's sitting upstairs."

"No, no, nothing, as long as it's okay." Aunt Hua waved her hands, and looked at Lang Song unabashedly, with an imperceptible complexity in her eyes.

Lang Song looked back at him: "Aunt Hua, what's wrong?"

"Haha, it's okay." Aunt Hua smiled and sighed, "It's better that you live in the opposite door, so it's easy to take care of. Xiao Sun used to take care of Zhang Xun..."

In the middle of speaking, she suddenly fell silent again, and smiled embarrassingly.

Lang Song pursed his lips, and a thought came to his mind that he might be able to find out about Mrs. Zhang's grandson from Aunt Hua, but he immediately dismissed the idea.

"Then I'll go back first." Lang Song glanced at the shop, "My sister is still in the shop."

"Hey, okay, I should go back too." Aunt Hua hurried out of the way, gave Lang Song a hesitant look, held up her umbrella and walked into the deep alley.

After returning to the store, I waited for more than an hour, but Sun Yanshi still did not come home.

Langyue took a small stool and sat obediently at the door, with Huangdou laying at her feet, watching each person and dog without moving for more than an hour.

At first Lang Song thought they were watching the rain, after all it hadn't rained for almost two months, but later he realized that they were waiting for Sun Yanshi.In fact, it wasn't just them, he was also a little anxious, but whenever there was a sound in the alley, he would turn his head reflexively, so that the manual work was very slow.

He simply put down the glue gun and stopped working, took a stool and sat next to Lang Yue.

When Langyue saw her brother, she immediately threw herself into his arms, shook his arm, and said in sign language: "Call my father."

Lang Song hesitated for a moment, and took out his phone. He was really worried that he hadn't come back so late.

I made two phone calls in a row and got through, but no one answered.

The corners of Langyue's mouth curled down in disappointment, and seeing tears were about to fall, Lang Song had no choice but to tell him: Dad is looking for Uncle Zheng, and he won't be back until later.

Only then did Lang Yue close the corners of her mouth, and sat back on her little stool.

The rain was much lighter. Lang Song tilted his head against the door frame. Hearing the patter of raindrops outside, he couldn't help but cast his eyes on the door of Mrs. Zhang's house, and then looked up again.

He couldn’t actually see the second floor of Mrs. Zhang’s house from here, but he could imagine Mrs. Zhang lying in a rocking chair with Mimi nestled in her lap, staring at the distant alley with wrinkled and cloudy eyes. A grandchild awaits with an unlikely home.

His heart tightened suddenly, and something touched Lang Song's nerves. He raised his head in a hurry, took out his mobile phone again and called Sun Yanshi. He listened intently to the "beep—— ", he didn't even hear the regular footsteps outside, until Huang Dou and Langyue ran out in the rain one after the other, he came back to his senses and looked outside.

I saw Sun Yanshi standing a few meters away, holding an umbrella in his right hand, holding several handbags in his left hand, his shoulders sank slightly, and it seemed that the things in his hands were heavy.

Langyue hugged his right leg affectionately, and Huangdou also imitated Langyue's way and stretched out on Sun Yanshi's left leg. The muddy water on his paws got all over Sun Yanshi's pants.

Sun Yanshi looked down at the two "leg pendants" helplessly, and leaned forward with his umbrella to cover them.

Lang Song was stunned for a moment before running out in the rain, took something from Sun Yanshi, and said in a low voice, "Brother, are you back?"

Sun Yanzhi was startled, and saw a certain scene in his memory through the hazy rain.

He came rushing from the alley with his schoolbag on his back, while his mother was sitting by the door under the rain, either winding wool or making cotton shoes.Probably because she heard familiar footsteps, she squinted her eyes and raised her head, said with a raised eyebrow, "Are you back?"

The blurry picture in front of him gradually became clear. Lang Song stood in the drizzle, his black hair and long eyelashes covered with a fine layer of water droplets.

Sun Yanshi smiled at Lang Song: "Well, I'm back."