Xiangyu

As early as five or six years ago, Qiao Yusong heard about the renovation of the old city when he returned home, but he had been talking about it for several years, but there was no movement.

Gradually, he lost his patience, thinking that this was just talking, but he didn't expect that when he came back after a year, there were many more fences on the street, and some buildings had already begun to be demolished.

The old commercial street at night has long lost the bustle of Qiao Yusong's childhood. There are few night market stalls, but there are more cars parked casually.The night bus was struggling on the old road full of cars. Qiao Yusong and Song Yuqiao sat in the taxi and vaguely heard the bus stop announcement.

The bus did not get off the passengers, and the sound of the stop announcement had not yet ended, and the sound of the vehicle starting came out again.

The taxi passed by the bus stop sign, and Song Yuqiao looked out, and saw that the stop sign was covered with small advertisements for private hospitals and unblocking sewer pipes.

Through the rearview mirror outside the car, he saw a middle-aged man in a white coat on the sidewalk, dragging a grocery cart full of goods in his hand.

"Cockroach poison—rat poison—cure beriberi—" The horn on the grocery cart yelled a numb sales voice, with the slightest electric wave, hoarse like the tired pace of the middle-aged man.

Why is the medicine for beriberi the same as cockroach and rat poison? Every time Song Yuqiao thinks about this question, he can't help laughing as a joke.Although he had doubts in his heart, in order to keep this point of fun, Song Yuqiao never went to the bottom of the question.

Thinking of this question now, Song Yuqiao couldn't help smiling again.

However, when he saw the man's face clearly, he couldn't smile anymore.

"Here we are." The taxi driver stopped the car, "Cash or mobile wallet?"

Qiao Yusong took out his mobile phone and replied, "Mobile wallet."

After paying the fare, Qiao Yusong found that Song Yuqiao was sitting still, and asked strangely, "Xiaoqiao?"

Song Yuqiao came back to his senses, hesitated for a while, and got out of the car.

"Cockroach medicine—rat poison—cure beriberi—" The cries continued without going far.

Qiao Yusong followed Song Yuqiao out of the car, saw that he was absent-minded, looked back strangely, and was stunned.

The middle-aged man in a white coat also spotted them and stopped.He was startled suddenly, and immediately bent down to turn off the horn on the car.

Qiao Yusong finally called out, "Dad?!"

"Xiao Song." Qiao Zhenhai smiled awkwardly.

Qiao Yusong hurried forward, looked his father up and down, and said in disbelief, "You, why... aren't you at home?"

"Oh, I...hehe, I'm full and have nothing to do, so I'm going out for a walk." Qiao Zhenhai smiled innocently, and looked cautiously at Song Yuqiao not far away, "This is... your friend?"

Qiao Yusong was stunned, thinking that he should have forgotten about Song Yuqiao, so he said, "Yes."

"Then, the person mentioned on the Internet..." Qiao Zhenhai hesitated to speak, and looked behind his son.

Song Yuqiao approached the two, nodded to Qiao Zhenhai and said, "Hello, Uncle."

He hurriedly said politely: "Hello, hello."

"This is Song Yuqiao." Now that the two had already greeted each other, Qiao Yusong introduced, "He is also from Yuetang, and his home is not far from here. His mother used to come to our house often."

Qiao Zhenhai listened carefully, and was stunned after listening, and asked for a while, "Are you... that child?"

The night was very dark, Song Yuqiao didn't find kindness and kindness on his face, nodded and said: "I used to have classes in the same cram school as Qiao Yusong."

Qiao Zhenhai looked at him dubiously and nodded.

"Xiao Song, I'll go home first. My mother sent a message to ask me." Song Yuqiao turned around and said.

Qiao Yusong saw that he had brought his luggage and said, "Oh, good. Be careful on the road. Thank you."

"Rest early." Song Yuqiao smiled slightly, and turned to Qiao Zhenhai, "Goodbye, uncle."

Qiao Zhenhai looked at him with a complicated expression, and said, "Goodbye."

The taxi has been waiting for Song Yuqiao, and with his departure, Joe

Yu Song's attention returned to Qiao Zhenhai, and he couldn't help becoming nervous.

Finally, Qiao Yusong had the opportunity to ask, "Dad, when did you start selling medicine? I didn't hear from you either."

"It's not something worth talking about. You're busy, so I didn't tell you." Qiao Zhenhai dragged the drug-filled grocery cart towards home, "This year, the old city is undergoing renovation. It’s being repaired, but no one comes. In the new community next door, the owner is unwilling to buy a parking space, so he usually parks his car on this road. The traffic is so congested, and there is no passenger flow. I am idle at home, so I just go out. Walk."

He said it lightly, without much complaint, but Qiao Yusong felt heavy in his heart, and couldn't help saying: "If the family doesn't have enough money, I'll transfer some more every month."

"Hey, in a small place like this, what's the use of having money? There's no place to spend it. You're in Tianjin, food and housing are high costs, and making friends costs money, so keep it for yourself." Qiao Zhenhai shook his head.

In fact, Qiao Yusong felt a little guilty after saying that sentence just now.He has already submitted his resignation report, let alone transferring more money to his family in the future, whether the remaining money can be transferred back is a question.

The family is not poor. Although Xu Aojun loves to play mahjong, his daily expenses are not large, and Qiao Zhenhai is even more frugal.Therefore, even if Qiao Yusong didn't transfer money to the family every month, they could live on.It's just that if he didn't, he would feel uncomfortable.

Part of this discomfort is self-generated, and part is given by his parents.Every year when Qiao Yusong goes home during the Chinese New Year, when she meets Xu Aojun chatting with the neighbors in the neighborhood, she always hears her proudly talking about how much money the child transfers to the family every month, and adds some new clothes and shoes to the parents.

"That Xiao Song..." Speaking of this name, Qiao Zhenhai frowned awkwardly, "What do you do?"

Sensing his suspicion, Qiao Yusong had no intention of hiding it from him, and said, "He is doing scientific research, he is in Xijin, and sometimes he goes to the western city."

Qiao Zhenhai asked curiously, "A rocket ship?"

He smiled embarrassedly and said, "Maybe, I don't know either. He basically doesn't talk about his work."

"Oh." Somehow, Qiao Zhenhai fell silent.

Whether it was the grocery cart in Qiao Zhenhai's hands or the suitcase in Qiao Yusong's hands, the wheels of the carts rolled on the concrete floor of the old street, making rattling sounds.

Qiao Yusong didn't dare to ask Xu Aojun face to face about some things when he got home. Seeing that he was about to get home, he asked: "Mom said on the phone that there were hooligans and junior high school students coming to the house to make trouble. Did you call the police afterward?"

"No, they won't come when the door is closed." Qiao Zhenhai smiled helplessly and disdainfully, "What kind of trouble can a child's family make?"

Qiao Yusong thought for a while and said, "Everything said on the Internet is false. Did you read the statement that Teng Lijun issued later? There is a video. I was wronged."

After listening, Qiao Zhenhai didn't answer right away.After a while, he asked, "How many friends is Xiao Song?"

Hearing this, Qiao Yusong realized that he was thinking of the revelation about his private life, and his hairs stood on end in fright.His throat tightened and he said, "The third term."

"Oh..." Qiao Zhenhai nodded thoughtfully.

Qiao Yusong didn't know what he thought of, but he remembered the contents of the revelation.Unless the mind is very open, no parent in the world would be willing to know that their child is a person who can have sex with others casually.The reason why Qiao Zhenhai didn't ask was probably because he didn't want to hear the truth, or maybe he couldn't ask.Thinking of this, Qiao Yusong secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

"When your mother called you earlier, her tone was a bit aggressive, so don't take it to heart. She was angry because she didn't believe those words." Qiao Zhenhai said affirmatively, "The star sent out the video to prove that you After being wronged, your mother cried, and she knew that you were not that kind of person while crying. Alas, the news media is not like before. Everything seeks novelty and excitement, whether it is true or not. Put it up first, and then talk about it if it can attract people's attention. You and that star are both pitiful, so they were cheated like this."

Hearing that Qiao Zhenhai also believed that Teng Lijun was innocent

, Qiao Yusong frowned.

Before they knew it, the two returned to the door of the house.

Qiao Zhenhai took out the key and opened the door.

As soon as the door was opened, Xu Aojun's voice came from inside the door.She grabbed her mobile phone, stepped forward and said, "What a fucking son of a bitch! This Teng Lijun actually teamed up with journalists to cheat our son and kill him for a thousand dollars! He really should have syphilis, and then Get castrated!"

Hearing Xu Aojun's words, Qiao Yusong was stunned.

Xu Aojun probably didn't expect his son to come back with her husband, and when he saw Qiao Yusong, he was also stunned.