Twilight

Huang Wenxuan looked at those two words, his frowning brows gradually relaxed, he put away his mobile phone, took a sip of the milk tea in front of him, and at the door, the person he was waiting for had already arrived, pushing the door and entering.

The person who came was a slovenly middle-aged man, slightly fat, with curly hair, wearing dark clothes, and a pair of leather sandals that he wore as sandals. He glanced at Huang Wenxuan, nodded at him, and went from He pulled out a plastic bag from his armpit and put it on the table, pulled out the chair and sat down, "Hi, I'm Hou Dajun, and all the information about the orphanage you want is here."

A small half-page was printed on a piece of thin A4 paper. The simple information showed the lackluster history of the orphanage. Even though Huang Wenxuan's Chinese reading ability is not very good, he finished it quickly, and his complexion gradually became serious. .

Hou Dajun showed a puzzled expression on his face, "Do I need to explain to you?"

Huang Wenxuan shook his head and said, "No, I can understand."

Hou Dajun nodded slightly, then stretched out his arms and took out a few photos from the plastic bag, "I took pictures when I went there last time. How should I put it, it's quite backward. You'll know it when you look at it."

Huang Wenxuan flipped through the photos. The long-range photos showed that the orphanage was located at the foot of a mountain. The close-up showed that the houses of the orphanage were dilapidated, with outdated equipment and poor sanitation. Occasionally, there were one or two children who were photographed. Unable to distinguish the style and color of the clothes that do not match the body shape, the eyes look blankly and fearfully at the camera.

Seeing Huang Wenxuan staring at the photo for a long time, Hou Dajun couldn't help asking, "Are you okay?"

Huang Wenxuan put down the photo, shook his head to indicate that he was fine, and asked, "Do you want something to drink?"

"Coffee with sugar and milk."

Huang Wenxuan called the waiter and ordered a cup of coffee and two cakes.

"You also like to eat sweets." Hou Dajun looked down at his belly, his small eyes were even more narrowed into a smile.

"Yeah." Huang Wenxuan sorted out the materials on the table and put them into the plastic bag, "Can I take it away?"

"Of course, of course." Hou Dajun made a gesture of invitation.

Huang Wenxuan took out an envelope from his trouser pocket and handed it over.

Hou Dajun quickly waved his hands, "We are a public welfare organization and cannot collect money."

Huang Wenxuan said: "Take it as my donation."

Hou Dajun said: "We are not accepting private donations yet."

Huang Wenxuan thought for a while, "Then send it to that orphanage for me."

Hou Dajun glanced at Huang Wenxuan, his gaze was deep, and without saying anything, he picked up the envelope lying in the middle of the small table and stuffed it into his trouser pocket.

The cake Huang Wenxuan ordered was very sweet. Hou Dajun dug a piece with a spoon and put it in his mouth. He was very satisfied with the sweetness, "I thought you athletes don't like to eat these things."

Huang Wenxuan smiled, "High in calories and low in protein, it's really not the best food choice, but sweets can make people feel happy. It's nothing more than running on the treadmill for a while."

Huang Wenxuan's left arm had been placed on the table just now, and now he lifted it up to take the cake, Hou Dajun realized that his arm was a bit inconvenient, and asked in surprise, "What's wrong with your hand?"

Huang Wenxuan put down the cake and rolled up the sleeves of his sports jacket to show him the gauze inside, "I fell when I was kicking the ground yesterday."

"Break a bone?"

"It's not a bone, it's just that the field is too hard, there is sand in the turf, and it's bruised."

"It doesn't affect it?"

Huang Wenxuan thought for a while, he probably asked if Yingying would not affect the game, so he shook his head and said, "It does not affect."

"That's good, it's hard work doing what you do."

"Just get used to it." Huang Wenxuan smiled lightly.

The two quickly finished their food, and when they got up to leave, Huang Wenxuan suddenly said: "I want to go there, and I will trouble you again when the time is fixed."

Hou Dajun got up and walked out, made a gesture to make a call, "Call me when you're ready."

"Ok."

The two separated at the entrance of the dessert shop, and each took a taxi to leave.

(change)

In the evening, police officer Xiao Zhao, who had dealt with fan disputes for a day, knocked on the door of Yan Duo's house with a basket of fruit on his head.

"The grandsons who were arrested said they didn't push them down. If they were asked separately, there should be no possibility of collusion. They sent a message to look for witnesses, but haven't received any useful information yet. Your medical expenses cannot be reimbursed for the time being. Zhao Jianfei turned the peeled apple upside down and handed it to Yan Duo, "Or should I report it to you first?"

Yan Duo held the fruit knife, looked at the apple stuck on the tip of the knife, and had no appetite at all, "The person who pushed me didn't do it on purpose, maybe he didn't know what he bumped into with his arm raised, you don't have to look hard There is no need for reimbursement, I have paid insurance, and I can get a lot of reimbursement.”

Zhao Jianfei pressed his trouser pocket silently, silently feeling that the wallet lying inside had escaped unharmed, he sat for a while staring, seeing that Yan Duo was indifferent to the apple, he asked belatedly: "Do you not love the apple?" Eat fruit? Then let me cook you something."

Yan Duo said: "I have eaten."

"It's so early." Zhao Jianfei muttered, and couldn't help touching his empty stomach.

Yan Duo noticed his movements, "There are quick-frozen dumplings in the refrigerator, if you haven't eaten dinner yet, take them back and cook them yourself."

Zhao Jianfei heard Yan Duo's straightforward chasing away, and said with a smile, "Thank you."

In the next few days, Yan Duo spent the rest of the time at home recovering from his injuries except for his IV drips. He delivered three meals a day to takeaways. He was simply out of the house. The QQ on his mobile phone was as quiet as a chicken, and the neighbor next door did not bother him anymore. Received several greeting calls, all from his cousin's family.

During the period, Zhang Yang called him, saying that he specially picked a time when his parents were not at home to call his sister Zhang Chun, and Zhang Chun said that she had to think about the divorce.There is no need to find a lawyer for the time being, and the matter of borrowing money to repay debts to open a store has been put on hold. Zhang Yang also said that he had contacted Hou Dajun of the non-profit organization and submitted the information he knew, but his parents were thousands of miles away. In my hometown, the provision of DNA cannot be put into practice for the time being.

At the hospital that day, the attending doctor prescribed intravenous drips for a total of five days. Yan Duo usually went for injections early in the morning. On the last day, he got up late in the morning. The self-consciousness of basking in the sun and replenishing some calcium did not go out until the afternoon when it was not so hot. When the injection came out, it was already [-]:[-] in the evening, and the hot wind blowing on the face was mixed with a damp breath, and it seemed to be It's raining.He didn't care too much, and went to the supermarket on the way as originally planned. Halfway there, after a flash of lightning and lightning, it rained heavily.

Holding an umbrella, Yan Duo walked quickly to a nearby bus stop, took out his phone from his pocket, and opened a car-hailing app.The neighborhood where the community hospital where he infused the infusion is located is a little far from the main road. There is only a small park nearby, an old neighborhood and an old street hidden behind the neighborhood. It is said that most of the shops on that street are Running an old business.

At this moment, the sky is dark, the rain is getting heavier and heavier, and there are few pedestrians on the street. Apart from him, there is only a middle-aged woman waiting at the bus platform. It was only after getting in the car that I found out that it was wrong.Because he remembered exactly where the supermarket was, he immediately spotted a couple after a glance, "Master, did you go the wrong way?"

"I didn't take a detour, didn't you go to Shanshui Yipin?"

"I went to the 11 supermarket. Maybe I didn't look carefully just now. I got on the wrong bus. I'm sorry."

Shanshui Yipin is in Dongcheng, the master who drove the car was thinking of taking a trip far away to earn more money, but he did not expect to encounter such a thing, but the master is a kind person, and said: "It's okay, such a heavy rain will inevitably make mistakes, Besides, I didn't ask you, I'll send you back first." While looking for a place to turn around.

"What about the original passenger?"

"Let me call back and ask. If he is willing to wait, I will pick him up after sending you off."

The driver called back according to the phone number for booking a car. Because he turned on the loudspeaker, Yan Duo, who was sitting in the back row, listened to the entire conversation between the two. The girl who answered the phone claimed that she was booking a car for someone else. The driver picked up the wrong customer, and the girl said that she could ask for him, and if the other party didn't get a taxi, she would call back.

The supermarket Yan Duo went to was not far away, and he soon arrived near the supermarket. Just when he thought the driver's previous business trip was going to fail, the driver's phone rang, and the girl called back, saying that the customer was still waiting there. Tell the driver to hurry over.

The driver hung up the phone, smiled and said to Yan Duo in the back row: "I'm lucky today."

Yan Duo looked out the window: "I've been waiting for a long time, or you can just put me down here, anyway, there are only a few steps left, and you can't turn around if you drive any further."

The driver once again felt that he was really lucky today, thanked him gratefully, parked the car, and told Yan Duo to be careful about the stagnant water on the ground.

When the driver drove back to the bus stop again, he found that there was a man standing next to the stop sign with his shoulders hunched. The light was too dark to see his face clearly. people on board.

The rain was still heavy, and the guests had been silent since they got in the car, huddled in the back row, with their hats covering most of their faces, as if the silence didn’t exist. The driver couldn’t help but want to chat because he was in a good mood After discussing several topics, I found that the guest would only "hmm", so I had to shut up.

When there was still some distance to the destination, the guest suddenly asked to stop. The driver turned the car to the side road and stopped the car according to the guest's request. There was a large musical fountain nearby, and the beam of light next to the fountain rotated back and forth in the sky. Then a beam of light happened to hit the passenger who got off the bus, and the driver suddenly saw a deep scar on the man's chin, and his heart shuddered, but he didn't pay much attention, and looked away after watching the man take a few steps .

The road conditions were bad on rainy days. The driver felt a little tired after driving for so long. Instead of starting the car and leaving immediately, he lit a cigarette and leaned on the seat to rest. He saw the customer walking straight ahead. After crossing an intersection, Go in the direction across the road.

Seeing that the soot was about to fall, the driver had no choice but to let down a little in the rain and bounce the window out. Just as he was about to go back to the glass, he heard a sharp sound of brakes. The car was at an intersection not far ahead, and the two fell to one side, "Could it be the one who just got off the car?" The driver thought to himself, and couldn't help sitting up straight. After a while, the two people on the ground slowly stood up. Looking up, it seems that the problem is not big. The driver was relieved and recognized that one of them was the one he had just carried, but the strange thing was that when the owner came down to ask, the man quickly ran away clutching his shoulders ...