Rebirth: Don’t be a coward and be a mother’s baby

Chapter 136 Peel an orange for me

"Can"

"If you don't want to, forget it. I won't force you to go back."

Xie Jianjia looked at his waist, which was lying flat on the bed and could not move at all, and who didn't know how long it would take to recover. Her face was full of tangles, but the current situation did not allow her to bargain.

"it is good."

The first one who agrees is the one who gets closer to the water. As long as she runs to the hospital diligently, she will always run into Uncle Zheng or his assistant.

"No. 315 Yinshu Lane, Huanyang Street. The key is in the newspaper box at the door. You can find it yourself." Then he added, "I want to eat the eggs laid by my chickens tomorrow morning. Get up early and bring them to me." "

After saying that, he looked at Xie Jianjia's hand holding his own, "Little girl, you are not young but you are very strong. My rough and thick old bones are hurt by you."

Xie Jianjia quickly let go of Mr. Zheng's hand apologetically, "I'm sorry, grandpa."

"What's your name? How old are you? I can't keep calling you a little girl, can I?"

"Grandpa, my name is Xie Jianjia. Xie means Xie who is full of gratitude. Jianjia is selected from "The Book of Songs", Jianjia Cangcang's Jianjia! I just entered the first grade of junior high school this year."

"Jianjia." Mr. Zheng recited the two words in his mouth twice, "You chose a good name."

Mentioning the name, Xie Jianjia's face was full of pride, "My mother named it for me!"

Mr. Zheng looked at her coquettishness and waved his hand, "Okay, okay, I'm sleepy. Peel an orange for me and put it there. I'll eat it later. You can go."

"Okay!" Xie Jianjia peeled the orange, but the white silk on it was not completely cleaned. "Grandpa, this white silk has the effect of relieving coughs and reducing phlegm, regulating qi and strengthening the spleen. You can eat it with the orange flesh." .”

Mr. Zheng closed his eyes and did not respond.

Xie Jianjia thought he was really tired, so she stood up carefully and left the ward.

The little girl's footsteps faded away. Mr. Zheng opened his eyes, looked at the male caregiver beside him, and asked, "Does it look like him?"

The male caregiver in his 50s nodded with emotion and agreed, "It looks very similar."

Mr. Zheng smiled, "When I was still in junior high school, she always asked me to eat the white flesh of oranges. Hum, I hate eating this stuff the most!"

Male caregiver: "Yes, yes, but Miss Luo always has a way to coax you to eat."

"Now I can't even eat the oranges she peeled. If I had known, I would have..." Mr. Zheng's eyes were red and his tone was deeply sentimental.

Knowing that the old man's sadness was mentioned, the male caregiver quickly changed the subject, "Miss Luo, everything is fine in heaven. Didn't she send a little girl to you to take care of you for her?"

Mr. Zheng stopped talking and pointed at the orange. The male caregiver immediately understood what he meant. He walked to the bedside, broke open the oranges that Xie Jianjia had peeled and placed them on a clean paper towel, and fed them to the old man's mouth.

"Hey, Jiajia, we found the place where Sun Min lives. The detective I asked for has a camera and took photos of her going in and out with a middle-aged man. Do you want it? Someone will contact you now."

As soon as Xie Jianjia walked out of the hospital, she received a call from Huang Qiaoxiu and quickly said that she needed it.

"Okay, can I have someone give it to you at the gate of No. [-] Middle School?"

Xie Jianjia thought about it for a while. There was a mixed crowd at the entrance of the No. 305 Middle School, and there were all kinds of informants. It was not very safe. She remembered the address reported by Mr. Zheng, so she reported the address of another house in the alley to Huang Qiaoxiu, "Silver Tree, Huanyang Street" No. [-], Lane, let someone come here to trade with me, I happen to be outside."

"Okay, by the way, are you playing outside on the weekend?"

"No, I just came back from watching Mr. Zheng from the Seventh Hospital of the City."

"That mayor's father?" "Well, he was almost kicked out."

"What's going on?" Huang Qiaoxiu asked quickly.

Xie Jianjia breathed a sigh of relief and said in a congratulatory tone: "It's lucky that you stayed up all night to help me investigate last time. I learned that Mr. Zheng's daughter who was in junior high school died young. I thought that I am about the same age as his daughter at that time, so I can tell you as much as I want. Acting coquettishly might remind him of his deceased daughter, so it may have had an effect."

"Did you bring oranges when you went to visit the doctor?" Huang Qiaoxiu reminded.

Xie Jianjia: "Yes, when I left, he asked me to peel an orange for him. He didn't understand what it meant."

"I've been looking around for people, and I heard that his little daughter who passed away liked to eat oranges very much. It would be a good idea for you to bring some with you."

A man's urging voice came from Huang Qiaoxiu's end, and Xie Jianjia could tell it was Dong Feng through the phone. They guessed that good things were about to happen for the two of them, and they didn't want to disturb their world much. After a few words of greetings, they hung up the phone. .

Walking and strolling slowly along the way.

The depression of autumn is vividly displayed in this dilapidated alley. Dead leaves are scattered on the ground. There are no sanitation workers to clean them. Xie Jianjia steps on them, and the soles of her shoes rub against the leaves, making a crisp sound of "crunch" and "crunch".

It is a standard Yunlu City old-fashioned building with black tiles and white walls. The lane is very narrow, and it is difficult for three people to walk side by side at the same time. Fortunately, the sun shines in during the day, adding a lot of brightness and bringing the warmth of autumn. meaning.

There were few people around. Xie Jianjia walked through the entire alley, but only heard one or two old dogs barking.

After turning four or five more alleys, I arrived at No. 305 Yinshu Lane, Huanyang Street, and stood at the door waiting for Huang Qiaoxiu's people to arrive.

Ten minutes passed, and no one passed by. The house No. 10 behind her looked deserted and uninhabited. She couldn't imagine how Mr. Zheng lived here alone on weekdays, with no neighbors around him.

I stretched my head and looked up. The weather was very good today, with blue sky and white clouds. The sunlight filtered through the cracks in the trees and shone on the white wall, forming a picture with a few touches of orange in the distance.

Orange
Xie Jianjia raised her head and looked intently. In the short old yard in the distance, a few orange trees were vaguely growing.

She raised her hand and counted them one by one.

05.

The place where she stood was No. 305 Yinshu Lane, Huanyang Street, so the yard where the orange trees were planted was No. 315 Yinshu Lane, Huanyang Street - the home of Mr. Zheng.

Huang Qiaoxiu said that his little daughter who died that year loved oranges the most. So the orange tree planted in the yard was in memory of the little girl who died young. Is Mr. Zheng really staying here for the sake of those chickens?
It should be more of a reluctance to leave my late daughter.

Xie Jianjia fell into complicated thoughts until she was disturbed by a man's voice and woke up.

"Is he from Boss Huang?" The lean man held a stack of photos and handed them to Xie Jianjia. "There are a lot of photos, and the printing speed is a bit slow. I'm sorry."

"It's okay." Xie Jianjia took it, "Thank you."

The man waved and left.

Xie Jianjia lowered her head and looked at the photo in her hand. At first she just felt disgusted, but the more she turned to the back, the more she felt something was wrong.

　Second update today!

　　small theater:
　　Xie Jianjia: Grandpa Zheng is so pitiful without his daughter

　　Mr. Zheng: I want to eat fresh eggs from my chickens. Little girl, you can go to my house at five o'clock tomorrow morning and squat down to get the eggs.
　　Xie Jianjia: QAQ I’m so pitiful

　　
　
(End of this chapter)