The night wind squeezed into the crack of the window and blew away the woman on the hospital bed. Her eyes and eyelashes trembled slightly, and her consciousness woke up from the hazy.

When I heard the sound of the door opening, my consciousness retracted and felt that my head was still aching. I remembered what happened before I was unconscious. I looked around with a blurry vision. The sky outside was dark and it was shiny.

“Where is this…”

The woman looked at the faint light of the street light outside the window, and the light suddenly lit up in her sight. She subconsciously raised her hand to cover it, and saw that the person who opened the door was a fat old man standing at the door.

These two days, Long Xing would come here in the early morning. When it was almost dawn, he would go back to open a store to do business. When the store was closed at night, he would bring some porridge and egg tarts to take a walk. If he woke up, he could also let the woman eat something to fill her stomach.

At this time, I saw the woman sitting up, and reacted and hurriedly went over and pressed her back and lie down.

"Oh, don't get up, lie down for a while, don't move around, I'll call the doctor to come and check you."

"Uncle Long... It's okay."

The woman waved her hands repeatedly, but the old man pushed her back to lie down. She watched him limp and call the nurse. She smiled with a pursed lips and looked at the furnishings around her. She was worried about medical expenses. She held her back and sat up again. Suddenly she saw a low cabinet at the bedside, a carnation was placed quietly there, and a small note was pressed underneath.

——Sister, I wish you a speedy recovery.

Li Lan looked at the handwriting and the name on it, and suddenly laughed out loud. After a moment, the ward door opened, the nurse came in to do an examination for her, and then the doctor on duty also came over, which was quite amazing.

"It's rare to see this kind of situation, and it's still so short, if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't have believed it."

"...If possible, you can stay for a few more days and let us observe more."

After the doctor finished speaking, he asked the nurse to pull out the urinary catheter and the infusion tube. As soon as he went out, Li Lan on the hospital bed lifted the quilt and was about to get out of bed. He was stopped by the old man, "What are you doing?!"

"You didn't hear him say that you have to stay for a few more days. This is not a hospitalization, it's just a burning money."

The woman was also anxious. How expensive is the American hospital? How could she not know after staying here for a few years? She could not say that she had worked hard for half a year and would have lost her savings in the past two days.

He fell to the ground and quickly put his shoes on and went to the low cabinet to flip his clothes.

"I don't have that money, it's too expensive. I'd better get discharged from the hospital as soon as possible."

"Ahu has already paid for your hospitalization." The old man helped her up and pressed her to the bed to sit down. "Also, I'm not talking about you, you were so dizzy that day. Why are you tangled with those foreigners? This time I'm lucky, so be careful next time."

"......I didn't think so much, let alone how dare they beat people with sticks in the street." As he said, Li Lan remembered the previous passage that the old man had just said, and reacted: "Uncle Long, did you say Ah Hu pay the money? Where did he get the money? Where did he get the people?!"

Long Xing was moving his mouth and turned his head out the window. The woman subconsciously turned her head and glanced at it before she heard the old man there dragging out a long voice and saying, "I've left."

Seeing that Li Lan still had doubts on her face, she said bluntly.

"I left Chinatown and didn't come back. He asked me to tell you: 'No matter how good it is abroad, it's not home.' Don't worry."

The old man patted the back of her hand, pushed her glasses, and started to laugh.

"I actually want to say this, but I was taken first by that kid. I have no choice but to stay here. You are still young, don't be like me. It's impossible to go home. You, it's better to go home early. OK, Uncle Long is going to go back to open a store. You can keep it for two days and consider it."

The woman's eyes were red, she lowered her head, looked straight at the note in her hand, sucked her nose, pursed her lips tightly, and looked out the window and gradually lit up. When she heard the sound of the door opening, she looked at the old man who was going to open the door there, and squeezed out a smile.

"Uncle Long, I am indeed a little homesick."

The old man turned around and his face was full of wrinkles, and he smiled brightly. He closed the door and limped to the hospital gate. He watched the rising sunlight pouring through the clean street. He narrowed his eyes and murmured: "Home?"

He sighed, shook his head and dragged his somewhat broken legs, and walked step by step towards the gradually noisy street.

The golden autumn sunlight pushed the color of Qingming, spreading in the streets and alleys. In the faint sound of the erhu, the Jews carrying backpacks and hand-carrying code boxes stood in front of the taxi and were muttering. Then Wang Ruhu pressed his head and stuffed it in. The vehicle started, and he waved to Harold who was sticking behind the window.

After the vehicle left, his smile calmed down, returned to the rental house, took off his tight clothes and walked into the bathroom. Soon, a layer of mist appeared in the sound of water.

The sound of water stopped, and the door creaked open. Wang Ruhu was naked and came out with a body of water vapor. After drying, he put on his shirt and tied buttons. His scarlet right hand was inserted into his gloves and clenched it tightly. The air around his fist burst out slightly. He put a chip on the table and a square hard drive into his shoulder bag, took the suit beside him and put it in his arms and pushed the door out.

The golden sun shone on the courtyard, and the rooster in the cockerel swung the red cockscomb. He looked at the figure passing by a small building. Behind the guardrail, an old man in a white vest was sitting on a low stool, and there was a erhu next to him, shouting at the young man walking below.

"Ahu!"

Wang Ruhu raised his head, the gray-haired old man put down the cigarette butt on his mouth, and looked at him with a smile, "I'm really ready to leave? The remaining house money will not be refunded."

"Then I won't give it back, it's okay for Uncle Long to buy some food."

"Okay, then I'm not polite."

The old man smiled and replied with a refreshing look, threw down the cigarette butt, stepped on it, waved at the young man below, and reminded him, "If you miss home, you should go back early."

Seeing Wang Ruhu go away, sit back to the stool, kick the Erhu next to him and fall to the ground. Long Xingzheng suddenly laughed, picked it up, scratched the strings on his fingertips, looked at the back of the alley, then stood the Erhu on his leg, pressed the strings, and gently pulled the pole with his other hand.

In the sunshine I looked at, I sing opera with a hoarse voice that shook my head slightly.

"............Chongmos climbed up the old courtyard wall and saw Guan Gong lifting his sword to kill evil spirits on the door.

......Let’s hear that Yide blocked the bridge and defeated thousands of troops!"

.........

Walking onto the lively street, people who were familiar with the shops on the street looked at the tall figure walking past the street, laughed and waved to say hello.

......

"I think that Zilong dances his spear and the cold light rises... I feel that Meng Qi's elite kills thousands of troops."

Behind the guardrail, the old man pulled the piano rod, and the string sound fell into the sky, making it sad and long.

"......I miss the Huang Gong's treasure sword that killed Xiahou before he was old."

The piano stick slowly stopped, and Long Xingzheng shouted in his long operatic style, and also made his last sound.

"Please that young man will walk like a tiger in the world."

.........

As the sun shines brightly past the figure walking out of Chinatown, Wang Ruhu turned around and looked at the archway with the words "The World is for the Lord", threw it on his suit and put it on his shoulders, bowed, bathed in the brilliant skylight, and turned around to the prosperous crowd ahead.
Chapter completed!