MTL - Take It Easy-Chapter 153 vintage

No one came to pick up the woman who was buried on Yingfeng Slope without even her name.

The old man is old and has poor eyesight. After looking at the photo Mu Qinglin handed over for a long time, he suddenly grabbed her wrist and was so excited that he was incoherent.

Mu Qinglin took a quick look at Zhou Yi who was striding towards him, and frowned slightly, "Have you really seen them?"

"I've seen it before!" The old man tried her best to say in her substandard Mandarin, "These are two good children."

"What's so good about them?" Zhou Yi asked, she was standing two or three inches away from Mu Qinglin, but Mu Qinglin could clearly feel the trembling of her body.

Looking at the photos, the old man burst into tears before he started to recall, "The money they left saved my little grandson's life."

Zhou Yi spoke quickly, "Why did they leave money for you?"

The old man wiped his eyes with rough palms, carefully recalling the images engraved in his mind, "It was also a heavy rainy day when these two children came back to town."

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Zhou Ming and Ruan Zhongyi have never left the Southwest since the day they decided to do a wildlife conservation project. They were removed all the way, almost running all over the Southwest.

This town was their last stop.

There are many wild donkeys and duikers near the town, and poaching activities are frequent. There are many stories waiting for them to discover.

On the day they came, there was a sudden heavy rain, and all the hotels in the town were full, and only the old man's house could spare a small room for storing sundries.

The couple didn't dislike the simplicity at all, and gave the old man the same cost as a normal room.

The old man was grateful, and even though it was past the meal time, he didn't feel troublesome, so he re-ignited the fire and cooked for the two of them.

Both of them are easy-going characters. Seeing the fire under the stove burning brightly, they both huddled next to the old man's house to warm up.

The old man was kind and saw that the two of them were not bad people, so he took the initiative to ask, "Are you here to play?"

Zhou Ming had just returned from pouring hot water for Ruan Zhongyi, and squatted down next to her, laughing loudly and said, "No, Ruan Ruan and I are here to work!"

The old man was curious, "What kind of work can you do here?"

Zhou Ming made a gesture of taking pictures with his hands in front of his eyes, and said, "We are reporters, here to find some stories about wild insurance, do you have any here?"

The old man sighed, "It's too much. My dad was at the protection station, and he was killed by poachers in his early twenties."

Zhou Ming put his scorching hand to Ruan Zhongyi's cold ear, and lowered his voice, "Can you tell us something?"

The old man has nothing to hide, sitting by the stove and telling them a long story.

After the meal, the little grandson of the old man woke up and couldn't see the familiar person, so he burst into tears.

Seeing that the old man was washing the dishes, Zhou Ming couldn't move his hands, so he volunteered to take her little grandson out, coaxing and exchanging greetings, "How old is the child?"

The old man said: "Three years old..."

"How can a three-year-old grow up so much?"

"Hey, it is said that there is something wrong with the heart, and it will not grow fast."

The altitude in the southwest is high, and the incidence of congenital heart disease is significantly higher than the national average. This Zhou Ming is very clear. His smiling face that lasted all night disappeared, and he said with a serious expression: "Congenital heart disease should be treated as soon as possible."

"It's not that I don't want early treatment, it's that I don't have the money." The old man looked sad, "I have been taken to a hospital in the city last year. The operation fee alone costs 70,000 to 80,000 yuan. How can we afford it?"

Zhou Ming was at a loss for words, "Poor disease is the most difficult to cure", these words are harsh, but the taste is the most real.

Ruan Zhong felt that Zhou Ming was in a low mood, so he came over and leaned on his shoulder, and it was the most tender companionship without saying a word.

The old man looked at her heart-warmingly, and couldn't help asking, "Do you have any children?"

Zhou Ming's gloomy eyes lit up in an instant, "I have a daughter who is fifteen years old, she looks like a little fairy, her eyes are big and bright, when she smiles, the snow mountains here can melt, ah By the way! She is very good at studying, she is the first in every exam, and she can draw..."

As long as Zhou Ming mentions Zhou Yi, he can't stop talking good things. Hearing this, Ruan Zhongyi can't laugh or cry, "Wang Po is not as exaggerated as you are in selling melons."

Zhou Ming retorted, "Wang Po's melons can compare with our daughter's? Xiao Jiu was born to you, just like you, and has so many advantages that I can't say enough in my life."

Ruan Zhongyi was embarrassed by Zhou Ming's words, leaned closer to him, and said softly, "There is someone here, don't talk nonsense."

Zhou Ming immediately shut up, helped the old man coax the little grandson, and sent him back to the room.

For the next half month, Zhou Ming and Ruan Zhongyi went out early and returned late every day, and it was difficult to see anyone, but no matter how early they went out or how late they came back, the old man must have left them a bowl of hot rice on the stove.

Hearts are mutual.

On the day Zhou Ming and Ruan Zhongyi left, they slipped 40,000 yuan under her pillow while the old man was not paying attention.

They are not Bodhisattvas, and they don't have the kindness to save the suffering. They only do this because they also have children. The farther they are from each other, the more they hope that she will grow up safe and sound.

It just so happens that this place has the most shocking beliefs. They don't have time to "kowtow" to ask for something for Zhou Yi, so they regard this kindness as a good cause, hoping that one day they can get good results for Zhou Yi.

It was late at night two days later when the old man found the money.

She had just put her fussy little grandson to sleep because of chest pains, and ran to her son Tenzin's room with shaking hands, clutching the money to his chest, and asked him what he should do with the money.

It was also the first time Tenzin encountered such a thing, so he couldn't make up his mind for a while.

When the two of them were frowning, there was an impatient knock on the door.

The old man fell to the ground in fright.

Tenzin quickly helped his mother up, took a stick and went out to open the door.

Outside the door were Zhou Ming and Ruan Zhongyi who had gone and returned. They were disheveled and embarrassed.

Tenzin hurriedly let the two of them in, and asked anxiously, "How did you do this?"

Zhou Ming gasped and said, "It's too late to say so much, Tenzin, I have a favor, please help us!"

Tenzin was simple and honest, and he stuttered a bit. When he was in a hurry, it was even more difficult to speak.

The old man had already heard the familiar voices of the two, and she hurriedly staggered out of the room and said, "Tell me, we will help if we can!"

Zhou Ming quickly handed over his and Ruan Zhongyi's camera bags, "Help us store the things inside, we will come to pick them up soon, and this..."

Zhou Ming pushed a black suitcase in front of Tenzin and the old man, and said in a deep voice, "The people inside, please help us bury her first, and someone will come to pick her up after a while."

Tenzin was shocked, "It's, it's..."

Tenzin couldn't say the word "person".

He could already smell the faint smell of blood.

The old man has been running a hotel all his life, and he has seen many people, so he can tell who is good and who is bad at a glance. When telling them the untold stories of the protection station, their emotional feedback also confirmed this point.

So she didn't ask anything, she took the suitcase calmly and said, "Don't worry, I will take care of these two things for you."

"Thank you..." Zhou Ming held Ruan Zhongyi's hand tightly, tried his best to suppress the turbulent emotions, and said word by word: "You may not know this person, but she has been protecting the animals in the Southwest all her life. So please, be sure, When her family came to pick her up, finish her..."

"Intact" was on Zhou Ming's lips, but he couldn't say it.

He and Ruan Zhongyi tried their best to get back half of her bones, where did they come from intact.

Zhou Ming's eyes were red like blood, and he took Ruan Zhongyi to stride away.

The old man hurriedly shouted from behind, "You take the money!"

Zhou Ming turned around and said, "The money is for the children. We are not rich, and we have a daughter who needs to be rich, so we can only spend so much. You and Tenzin will save more, and when you have enough money for the operation, take care of the child as soon as possible." Go for surgery."

"It's not appropriate."

"It's nothing inappropriate." Ruan Zhongyi was gentle and gentle even when he refuted, but there was an obvious sense of tension at the moment, "My daughter's parents in the composition are kind and upright, and they like to help others. We can't let She is disappointed. You should keep the money well. When we have a chance in the future, we will bring Xiaojiu over to play, and you can make her a table with delicious food.

She started to take care of herself when she was not as high as the stove, and suffered a lot of grievances. She would be very happy if someone would cook a meal just for her. "

The old man was clutching a thick stack of money, his cloudy eyes were red, "Oh, okay, I'll take it. You must come again, bring..."

Before the old man finished speaking, Zhou Ming and Ruan Zhongyi had disappeared into the thick and oppressive night.

Nearly ten years after that, there was no more news.

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The old man looked at the young man and woman in the photo, and his eyes were wet again, "This boy, he smiles when he sees people, just like the sun in the sky. The girl is quiet and soft-spoken, calling out from a long distance. He could hear the boy's cry, and ran towards her, shouting, "Ruan Ruan, shout louder next time, I really lost my way, where can you find a similar one." "

It was very quiet.

The wind slammed against the door.

Zhou Yi stood stiffly next to Mu Qinglin, his face was so pale that there was no blood in it. Her body seemed to be soaked in the cold winter river, and her nerves shrank and ached from the cold.

She pinched her hands tightly, recalling those old events that were so long ago that she was almost forgotten.

Zhou Ming's sunshine is warm, and he can carry it with a smile when big things fall on his shoulders.

They said that her personality followed Zhou Ming's, and she was in a hurry every day, as if she couldn't stop laughing.

Ruan Zhongyi is gentle and kind, he is reluctant to buy a dress worth hundreds of dollars, but he is willing to spend half a month's salary to buy a carload of watermelons for an elderly man in his seventies at one o'clock in the morning. .

Then softly asked if they could share the watermelon with her to the nearby sanitation. For this, she took in the remaining half a month's salary and bought a bottle of ice water for each of them.

They said that she was also like Ruan Zhongyi, who obediently handed over her breakfast when she was stopped by a skinny stray dog, and it lasted six or seven years.

She sketched the appearance of Zhou Ming and Ruan Zhongyi stroke by stroke in her mind, and suddenly remembered that she had just entered kindergarten, and she was only a little younger.

After crying for a long time, she lay in Ruan Zhongyi's arms and heard her say, "Xiaojiu, Mom and Dad's wages are too low, and they can't produce any good things. For you, just a positive character and a soft heart. You have to grow up obediently and strive for more things on your own. Mom believes that you can do it.”

Later, she won many first prizes by herself, and was liked by many people by herself.

She always thought she was working hard enough.

Only now did I realize that Zhou Ming and Ruan Zhongyi had left all the most precious things in themselves to her, and she had an innate advantage.

But not only did she not say "thank you" seriously, she also left them in the cold cemetery for so many years without paying attention.

Zhou Yi's hands were shaking, her heart was beating silently, she opened her mouth to ask the old man something, but found that she couldn't utter a single sound.

The old man is still sighing, "I always want to see them again and tell them in person that my grandson's operation was a success. But I've been waiting for ten years, and they still haven't come to pick up the stall. I brought my daughter here, but no one came to pick up the woman who was buried on the windward **** without even a name."

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