I became a god after resigning

Chapter 6
"Master, where are you going? I'll give you a piece." Song Ci rolled down the window and said.

Hearing the sound, the old man lowered his head, stared at Song Ci with dizzy eyes, smiled and waved his hands and said, "No, I'll take the bus, you can go."

"Then there is some waiting. There are few cars here, so the departure time is also long. Don't worry, I can't pick up any passengers now. I will drop you off without charging you." Song Ci said with a smile.

Probably there was one sentence that moved the old man the most. The old man hesitated for a while, and finally opened the car door and sat in.

"Young man, thank you." The old man said very politely.

"It's nothing, just drop by." Song Ci smiled, and at the same time looked at the old man carefully.

He should be around 70 years old, with thinning hair, wearing a white-washed black jacket on his upper body, and a pair of loose straight-leg pants on his lower body. He is carrying an insulated bucket and a large plastic bag in his hand. The bag looks like it should be It's a change of clothes.

If judged according to common sense, such clothes, the family conditions should not be very good, but this common sense is usually not so accurate when applied to middle-aged women or the elderly.

Why do you say this, because people of this age have lived a hard life, and thrift is imprinted in their bones. Even if they have money, they will not be too concerned about dressing up unexpectedly, and their clothes are still very simple.

So don't look at their poor clothes, but it is possible that each of them is richer than those bright and glamorous young people on the street.

"Master, where are you going?"

"City Third Hospital, young man, thank you." The old man said politely again.

"You're welcome, sir, sit down." Song Ci closed the order-taking software, and slowly drove into the rain.

"Is anyone in the family hospitalized?" Song Ci asked casually.

"My old lady, she broke her hip last time at home." The old man said with a smile.

He didn't frown because his wife was injured.

"Hey, I guess I'll have to lie on the bed for a while. It's said that my muscles and bones will be hurt for a hundred days. Madam is so old, she needs to cultivate well." Song Ci immediately took over the conversation and said.

"Who says it's not? A few years ago, I got Alzheimer's disease, which is enough to worry about. I didn't expect such a thing to happen again." The old man said helplessly.

"Then it's hard enough for you to run at both ends." Song Ci glanced at the things in his hands and said with a smile.

"No, I'm basically in the hospital on weekdays, but the food in the hospital is not very good. She doesn't like it very much, so I'll make some for him when I come back." The old man said with a smile.

"You two have such a good relationship."

"What's the matter, I used to quarrel a lot when I was young, but now that I'm older, I can't quarrel anymore, so I can just make ends meet."

The uncle said this on his mouth, but he smiled on his face, which shows that these words are against his will.

Song Ci didn't ask him about the children. On a rainy day, an old man went to the hospital to see his wife alone. Either he was a widowed old man without children, or the children were not very filial. Asking more questions would only make the old man feel troubled.

So he didn't talk about this question again, but said: "The development here is really good now."

He directly pulled the topic away, and sure enough, as soon as he opened his mouth, the old man immediately had something to say, and began to complain endlessly.

Dongcheng is an old city, but it was also the best-developed city in Jiangzhou City at the beginning. However, as time went by, it gradually declined and became a village in the city and a slum. With the transformation of the city, it became an industrial area. Less factories.

But even so, there are still a group of people living here, and this is the case for the elderly.

The old man talked for a long time, and he was talking about the good old days. Although it was dirty and messy, there were so many people walking around the streets and alleys. It was so deserted and deserted that not even a dog could be seen.

Song Ci echoed with a smile, and with him responding from time to time, the old man spoke even more vigorously.

In fact, many things have two sides, there are good and bad, and we cannot generalize. The times are developing, and those that do not conform to the times will be eliminated sooner or later, not only for cities, but also for people.

When the old man's life is gone, no one will talk about whether it is good or not.

"Master, it's here." Song Ci slowly parked the car in front of the third courtyard.

"Yes, it's here, thank you, young man, I'll give you money."

The old man said that he pretended to pay.

"Don't, I said I wouldn't take your money, just by the way, if I take your money now, who am I?" Song Ci said hastily.

"That's really thank you, I really met a good person today." The old man said cheerfully.

In fact, he didn't really want to pay for it just now, it was just a show, and now he was completely relieved after hearing the words.

The old man opened the car door and got out of the car, waved to Song Ci, turned around and ran towards the hospital gate.

"Master, wait..."

"What's the matter?" The old man turned around with some guilt, thinking that he would not change his mind, so he asked him for money.

At this moment, Song Ci walked over and handed the umbrella to the other party.

"This umbrella is for you." Song Ci smiled and handed the umbrella over.

The old man froze for a moment when he heard the words, took a closer look at Song Ci, and then showed a smile, a very clean smile, a smile from the heart.

"It's still raining, you gave me your umbrella, don't you have no umbrella?"

"It's okay? I'm driving, and it's useless to ask for an umbrella, and there is still a long distance from here to the inpatient department. If I don't have an umbrella, I will probably be completely wet by the time I get there." Song Ci said, stuffing the umbrellas into the old man's hands.

"Then I'll give you money, this umbrella is..."

The old man said that he was about to pay, and this time he really wanted to pay Song Ci money.

But Song Ci ran back to his car in the rain.

Song Ci's car drove slowly out of the gate of the Third Hospital, and subconsciously opened the order receiving software.

Suddenly realized something was wrong, and when I turned around, I saw a young man in a plaid shirt sitting in the back seat.

Song Ci was a little surprised when the other party got into the car?Was it just when he got out of the car?
"Boss, where are you going?" Song Ci asked.

The young people in the back row were obviously taken aback when they heard the words, and then happily said: "Can you take me to Senhe Sunshine Community?"

"The one on Ningchang Road?"

Song Ci has been running a sports car for a long time, and he is quite familiar with some communities in Jiangzhou City.

"Yes, that's right there, I'm sorry to trouble you, Master." The young man said politely.

"fine."

Song Ci opened the navigation, and the navigation showed that the toll was 23.

"I'll charge you twenty, okay?"

"Okay." The young man in the back seat of the car agreed.

Song Ci glanced again from the rearview mirror, faintly feeling that something was wrong.

It was late autumn at this time, how could anyone still wear such thin clothes, and he hadn't seen the other party wearing rain gear, but his body was not wet, which was very strange.

Have you encountered something unclean again?

But not only can he see the other party in the mirror, but he is no different from a living person, he can't see any other difference, so he can't directly ask the other party if he is weird, right?

With such an uneasy heart, Song Ci finally sent the "person" to Senhe Sunshine Community.

"Guest, it's here, you're still using WeChat—fuck, you're escaping orders."

Song Ci couldn't help swearing, and then felt a chill rushing from the tailbone straight to the forehead, stepped on the accelerator, drove the car for several kilometers, and then slowly stopped on the side of the road.

It seems that I have encountered something unclean again.

Two times in a row, no matter how stupid he was, he knew that it must have something to do with the "censer" he brought back. Could it be the land master's punishment for him.

Song Ci took out the jar again, and then froze.

I saw not only an ingot of gold ingots in the jar, but also a soft light.

(End of this chapter)