Because her son was temporarily admitted to the ICU, Mrs. Qian had time to come out of the hospital, and she had to rush back soon. The patient's condition was unstable, and nothing might happen at night.

She was too old and had no energy to find ways to find out about her three apprentices besides taking care of the dying patients, so she had to look away.

The entrance to the ICU is like an old Spring Festival train station, full of people lying on the floor. A small quilt in the corner belongs to Mrs. Qian. The small quilt is red and pink and is the quilt she made herself when she got married.

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Several family members of the patients were talking softly on one side, probably discussing the hospitalization expenses. In the middle of the conversation, they became a little angry. They were reminded by a passing nurse, so they dispersed and sulked. They were clearly divided into several groups and ran outside to smoke.

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There were also people talking on the phone, sitting on the floor with their backs against the wall, speaking breathlessly, and sounding like a dying patient.

More people who planned to spend the night here have already laid down - just lying down, except for homeless people, few people can sleep peacefully in such a place. Some people are tossing and turning, some are facing the wall and remain motionless, and some are huddled in their coats without stopping.

Press the phone and when you feel tired, get up and sit for a while.

No one is crying here, and there is no sacredness or thinking about life.

Everyone looks very tired.

When lying down, Mrs. Qian thought: "I've rescued her again."

She listened to herself and felt that the voice in her heart was neither thankful nor grateful. She didn't dare to think about it, so she turned over and pressed the cloth bag she carried with her tightly in her arms. Inside was the cash Gang Leader Yang had just withdrawn for her.

Twenty thousand.

Gang Leader Yang saw off Mrs. Qian, carrying his green cane, and walked slowly back from the ATM at the intersection. Yu Lanchuan accompanied him beside him, lowered his eyes, and he spoke unhurriedly: "Grandpa

, I have to go to work tomorrow and take you home, so I’ll leave first.”

Old Uncle Yang looked at him.

Yu Lanchuan's graceful side face looks like it was produced on an assembly line, bearing the standard expressions of senior white-collar workers - the left half of the face says "I'm in a hurry", the right half of the face says "Not interested", and an "Oh" on his forehead

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"If you need a letter of understanding from the victim, I can give it, no problem." Yu Lanchuan said, "If you need my help, I can provide the contact information of several friends who work on a fundraising platform and can help them with a fundraising project.

Once the project is launched, I can also help forward it to verify the authenticity of the fundraising."

Uncle Yang had never heard of such a new thing. During the Chinese New Year this year, he learned how to send and receive red envelopes. His family taught him three times and forgot four times. He almost forced his granddaughter to hang herself, so he hurriedly asked: "Is it okay?"

Like this? Can we raise money?"

Yu Lanchuan evaded the important point and said: "It can be raised if someone donates."

As for whether anyone will donate, Yu Lanchuan is not optimistic. Everyone has been deceived many times. Now when searching for the name of a public welfare organization online, the following related questions must include "Is XX reliable? Is it a liar?"

"Stop dreaming, no one will donate." Someone suddenly interrupted. The two of them looked up and saw Yang Yifan climbing out of his car and waving to the driver. They saw that he had gone out to socialize and drank. She was swaying.

He walked over and put an arm on Uncle Yang's shoulder. "This story is as boring as it is - a middle-aged man, no money for medical treatment, and his life is in danger - the highlight is

Where? There are middle-aged and elderly men in critical condition all over the world, Grandpa! Where can he attract traffic?"

Uncle Yang sneezed due to the smell of her perfume. He shrugged his shoulders and shook her off: "Stand up straight, you look like a second-rate, you have no dignity!"

"Grandpa, things are different now." Yang Yifan refused to listen to him and smoked a cigarette in front of the old man, "Haven't you heard of that saying? 'If you are poor, live alone; if you are rich, buy a bag.

Buying a watch is other people's affairs and is left to the public service agencies. Since I have paid the tax, I have fulfilled my social obligations, which is equivalent to indirectly helping them! If they still have difficulties, there is nothing they can do.

It is said that public welfare is not enough, and there are people who need help more than them at the front. Do you think this is true?"

Old Uncle Yang: "Go away, go away... go away! You don't care about anything, and you still make sarcastic remarks. Go back and sober up!"

Yang Yifan laughed, put his pockets in his pockets, and left puffing away.

Yu Lanchuan - Because he was not that familiar with Mr. Yang, he could not speak as freely as his granddaughter, so he had to express his approval of Miss Yang with facial expressions and body language, and said goodbye to Mr. Yang politely: "Then I

Let’s go to the tenth floor first to see if there are any utility bills that need to be paid, and then we’ll leave.”

For contemporary young people, "minding your own business and not causing trouble to others" is the highest self-discipline and moral standard. In comparison, the older generation's "morality comes first, regardless of each other"

The social concept is simply a remnant of feudalism.

Lao Yang stood in the yard holding his cane. When he looked up and saw the full moon, he knew that it was almost the 15th day of the month. The 15th day of this month was the Ghost Festival, and the neighborhood committee had hung up posters half a month in advance.

People are reminded to "civilize their sacrifices and sweep, and it is forbidden to burn paper money". Even the dead must be "civilized"!

He felt that he was getting old, that the world was on its last legs, and that his energy was exhausted.

Yu Lanchuan inspected his grandfather's house - he forgot to close the windows when he left last time, and a layer of loose soil fell into the house. He planned to hire a part-time worker next weekend and clean it once a month. He turned off the lights and locks absentmindedly.

After leaving the house, Yu Lanchuan still had no idea what to do with the house.

Passing next door, he paused and thought of Gan Qing, who was full of secrets.

He stared at the house number 1003 with a complicated expression, wondering: Is she that person?

Suddenly, the door of 1003 opened from the inside. Before Yu Lanchuan could react, Gan Qing stuck his head out: "What's the matter?"

Yu Lanchuan's eyes flashed: "...passing by."

After saying that, he lifted his legs and left, but Gan Qing suddenly stopped him: "Hey, wait a minute."

Yu Lanchuan's heart skipped a beat for no reason. He turned around and saw Gan Qing rummaging in her pocket for a long time before taking out a crumpled roll of change. She picked out the bills with a face value of more than 20 yuan, rolled them into a pile, and handed them to her.

He said, "Please help me deliver it to the mistresses of those people. It's not convenient for me to show up, and I don't have a few dollars, so I'll just buy a meal for the old lady."

Yu Lanchuan raised his eyebrows.

"If I hadn't had to wait for the ordinary bus to save a few dollars today, I might have arrived earlier, five minutes earlier, and this wouldn't necessarily have been the case." Gan Qing said with a calm and sour air, feeling a little regretful.

He pinched the remaining cents and said, "The main reason is... I saw the car with the word 'Special' and couldn't lift my feet. It was a conditioned reflex. It was not intentional."

Yu Lanchuan took the wad of change: "Didn't you say that you only have three yuan left in your life?"

"Yes," Gan Qing said confidently, "but don't you already know that I lied to you?"

Why do you still believe someone who is so innocent and cute?

Yu Lanchuan: "..."

She definitely isn't!

After returning home, Yu Lanchuan kept his word. He first chatted with Liu Zhongqi and issued a letter of understanding. Then he found an acquaintance and posted a "serious illness fundraiser" online for Mrs. Qian, and then dropped the matter.

After such a terrible experience, the troublesome brother finally became honest. As soon as school started, he was tied up. Yu Lanchuan finished working overtime every day, but he hadn't finished his homework yet, so he finally had no time to go out and cause trouble. At work,

Several unresolved matters before were revealed, and the source of stress was temporarily reduced, which made him feel relieved. Before getting off work on Friday, when he announced to the people in his department that "you don't have to come to the company on the weekend if you have nothing to do", the office was filled with joy.

Just like the Chinese New Year.

As for Mrs. Qian's fundraising project, as expected, no one paid much attention to it.

The granddaughter of a rich man knew how to "buy bags and watches" without any money, so Mr. Yang had to find a few of his old partners, and they all counted their pensions and collected hundreds of thousands. What is surprising is that Liu Zhongqi actually got it from him

I saved more than 2,000 yuan from my pocket money and my brother’s daily rewards from the red envelope machine, and wanted to donate it to Mrs. Qian. Yu Lanchuan’s quarterly bonus had just come off, and he had money to buy glasses, so he gave his brother some money.

I gathered up a round number of ten thousand and sent it over, it seemed so meaningful.

In addition, Gan Qing gave a stack of cents, and several subordinates from Yu Lanchuan's department saw the link forwarded in his circle of friends and clicked on it. Each of them donated three to five hundred yuan, using the special fund for flattery.

Then no one cares about it anymore.

This amount of money sounds like a lot of money, but it is just a drop in the bucket. Not to mention the treatment fees and surgery fees, they cannot keep up with the hospitalization fees for ICU fever.

But everyone has really done their best.

On the weekend, Yu Lanchuan made an appointment with a part-time worker to clean his uncle's house. While the part-time worker was doing the work, he moved a chair and sat at the door to let in the breeze, browsing a bunch of information on investment projects. He was not very efficient and always looked to the next door.

Gone. As soon as the door next door rang, Yu Lanchuan subconsciously sat up straight, put on a noble and cold face, and stared at his computer screen without raising his head.

The neighbor said: "Hey, rare guest, Xiaochuan is here?"

Yu Lanchuan: "...Good morning, Grandma Zhang."

A waste of feelings.

Just when he looked back indifferently, there was a soft "ding" in the elevator, and someone came up.

The visitor was a middle-aged man, dressed in a dusty suit, carrying a huge snakeskin bag. He looked blankly at the long and narrow corridor. When he saw Yu Lanchuan, he asked with a strong foreign accent: "Let me ask, does Leader Yu live here?"

One floor?"

Yu Lanchuan stood up: "My grandfather has passed away."

"Hey, I know. I even offered incense to the old alliance leader in my hometown, so you are Master Xiao Yu, right? I will look for you!" The big man said as he ran over in a hurry and swung the big snakeskin bag from his shoulder.

He came down and shoved it into Yu Lanchuan's hand. The thing weighed several hundred kilograms. Yu Lanchuan took it inexplicably, his wrist suddenly sank, and he quickly raised his breath before picking it up, almost smashing his foot.

The big man sweated: "I took the train for two days. Alas, it's such a long trip!"

Only then did Yu Lanchuan realize that 1004 was an "office": "Oh, please come in and sit down..."

"I don't want to sit down," the big man waved his hand, "I still have to take the afternoon train back, and this is the only train for the day. Xiao Yu, Yan Ning, I am not familiar with the place where you were born. You are a descendant of the old alliance leader.

I’ve given it to you, I’m relieved!”

Yu Lanchuan: "What..."

The big man didn't give him a chance to speak at all. He took half a step back, knelt down with a bang, and kowtowed at him twice, making the floor bang.

Yu Lanchuan: "..."
To be continued...