REMIX

I borrowed a mobile phone from the landlord and called Li Qianlan to explain the situation.

When I was on the phone, I could keep hearing the sound of incoming calls being intercepted. I looked up at him halfway through the conversation, and the intoxicated Yeyun behind him. He didn’t understand the meaning of my eyes, or understood it to a strangely deep level. , stretched out his hand to touch my head as if trying to stop my impolite eyes, I had no choice but to shut up embarrassingly.

"I'll take a taxi to take her back, don't worry. Well, that's it."

As soon as I hung up, another person's phone cut in against the clock, and before I had time to pass it to him, a man yelled brokenly, "Master!!! You are my ancestor!! ! You answered the phone!!!”

I handed him the phone in horror.

He first took the mobile phone that seemed to be about to explode at any time away from his ears, and waited until the other party finished yelling, then he took the conversation slowly, "Hey."

I can't listen to his private affairs. I wanted to go over there to see Qiao Xinxin, but he grabbed my wrist and motioned me to wait.

"I'm on East Street right now, um, it's Third Avenue, on the side of the middle intersection..." He turned his head to look at the road conditions, and continued to say to the person on the phone, "You came just in time, do me a favor, give me Take the little girl home."

I stood up straight in front of him.

I said, Mr. Landlord, thank you today.

He obviously didn't expect me to say such a line, he laughed dumbfounded, "Didn't you just call me Brother?"

"Oh," I quickly changed my words, and shouted very sincerely, "Brother."

He smacked the scent himself, and finally touched his chin, "It's a bit embarrassing at this age."

Then he said to himself, "That's it."

In fact, I am very excited. Maybe no one can understand this kind of excitement. It does not belong to the category of touching that makes people want to burst into tears. Because the mother I have depended on since I was a child is not close, so this kind of title on behalf of a confidant is very important to me. It is commendable.The landlord asked me to wait for a while, and after a while, a black car drove up at the intersection, and its bright headlights flashed twice, like a signal.

The car stopped in front of us, and a man with a sad face got off. His demeanor hit my heart, and I immediately thought of Mrs. Xianglin.However, he walked steadily, with a bookish air, and spoke without emotion. He walked up to the landlord and bowed, "Master Gong."

I was confused by this inexplicably solemn meeting, and he turned to me again, without showing any slightest contempt because of his age, he presented me a business card with both hands, and introduced himself solemnly: "My surname is Zhou, Zhou Jingyang. I am the assistant of Young Master Gong. "

"Hello Uncle Zhou."

Holding the business card in my hand, I haven't fully digested the meaning behind the word "Gong Shao" (his surname is not Ye). I vaguely recalled the first time I met him a few years ago. The men in leather shoes, their neat and solemn black outfits reminded people of many bad things-I thought of it too.

But I didn't say a word, I watched Young Master Gong waving to Qiao Xinxin who was on the side.

She folded her arms in front of her body. I think she might still be afraid. Any other girl of the same age would be stimulated by this kind of thing. I heard the landlord tell her, the uncle here will send you back, and when you get home, give it to your friend. make a call, ok?

Qiao Xinxin turned to look at me.I found in her eyes an insecurity that I didn't think existed.So I walked up and shook her shoulder, held up the business card and told Shao Gong and Zhou Jingyang, if I don't receive a call after 10 minutes, I will call the police.

Both of them froze for a moment.

I used to think that this kind of behavior was a little disrespectful in front of a person who just helped me, and even a little against my current wishes, but this relationship is not enough for people to squander trust at will.I should have double-wrapped the girl who just got frightened.

If it works.

Unexpectedly, Young Master Gong was very straightforward, "Okay."

He spoke calmly, and the elite man named Zhou Jingyang whispered a few words to him, and then invited Qiao Xinxin to get into the car, and promised me again and again that he would send her home, his earnest attitude almost made me feel ashamed.I stood where I was and watched the car disappear at the end of the road with dim lights. Here, Master Gong also started the locomotive.

I wanted to argue some things with him, but was ignored by raising my hand.

"Go." He put on his helmet. "I send you."

I was thinking about something along the way, too many things happened this night, but I probably can’t pack them up properly and leave them to recall slowly in the future, and I won’t change my mind because of these extraordinary experiences. Extraordinary.

When I got to the door, I turned over and got out of the car, and finally said what I had been thinking about for a long time, with a firm attitude: "Brother, I hope there is something I can use to thank you."

At this moment in the dead of night, the white light of street lamps painted his body, he took his hands off the front of the car, stared at me for a long time with a round black helmet, and tapped his elbow joints with his fingers.

"Wait until the next time you see me."

I once stubbornly believed that it is meaningless to agree that this kind of thing is out of a specific time period, the world is impermanent, and no one knows what the future will be like; unless you are sure at the moment you swear that you will definitely see you again, after all, the world It's so big, the chances are so small, it can be regarded as a miracle.

Or maybe in order to fulfill the so-called promise, you are willing to drag your legs from weak to strong, and run towards this person desperately.