I asked Wang Ying to tell me to listen, and Wang Ying called me aside, and it seemed that she didn't want to say it in front of the old man.
She said that since I am not the kind of person who is ruthless, I will not really throw this little old man into this strange city and watch him starve to death, so I will take him away first.
When he arrives in our city, we will find a way to send him to the relief station or see how he adapts, and find some unskilled jobs for him.
Wang Ying thought about it well, and I did feel embarrassed, because even if I helped this old man for a while, it would not be possible to help him for a long time, but I couldn't use this as a reason to die without help.
Although he can go to beg, but in this society, even a beggar is not so easy to be, so I accepted Wang Ying's suggestion, neither promising the old man anything, nor being responsible for him.
I thought I had met a poor old man on the side of the road, and I had only provided him with some help for the time being, and what happened in the future was up to him.
I went back to the old man and said to him, "You go with us first, but I can't guarantee you the rest of my life, and I don't have the obligation to do so. ” "Hey, life and death are fate, and at this point, I admit it.
My life, hey, thank you for your kindness.
He sighed repeatedly, then curled up and returned to the trunk.
Wang Ying couldn't bear to see him like this, so she asked him to sit in the car, saying that she would help him open the window.
But the old man refused, saying that it was good to stay in the trunk, and it was pitch black, much like the feeling of being in a cave.
From the way he spoke, I really felt that the road ahead of him was indeed very difficult.
Wang Ying didn't close the trunk tightly to prevent the old man from suffocating inside, and then followed me back to the emergency room.
About half an hour later, the lights in the rescue room went out, Xiaoxue was lying on the gurney, was pushed out, the doctor told us about the situation, roughly Xiaoxue has been out of danger, the wound did not hurt the heart, but needs a few more days of infusion.
I originally planned to wait for Xiaoxue to finish the liquid of the day and be discharged from the hospital, but Wang Ying said that it would be better for us to stay first, and then go back when Xiaoxue has almost recovered.
I thought about it for a while and felt that Wang Ying was right, the most important thing for Xiaoxue now is to recuperate.
Then I called Xiaobao, who was still pretending to be me in the morgue and working for me, and learned that everything was fine on his side and that he could continue to help me cope for a while, so I was relieved to rent a house near the hospital in W City that could be rented for a short time and lived.
Of course, the old man also followed us, and later I learned that the old man's surname was Qu, so I kept calling him Lao Qu, and he didn't want me to call him Uncle Qu, saying that he was not used to it.
He has always stayed indoors and never went out, and if Wang Ying and I were to stay in the hospital for a day, he would never go out even if he starved to death in the house, and he always drew the curtains.
He doesn't like to take a bath, he is not used to using the toilet to go to the toilet, he is not used to sleeping in bed, he can't eat food with temperature, he has a stomach upset when he eats, in short, he has all kinds of strange living habits, he can't adapt to the outside life, so he is depressed day by day.
I didn't ask him about Linzi, and he didn't seem to plan to tell me, but on the third day he lived in, he barely spoke, as if he was always thinking about something.
I didn't pay much attention to it, and life went by like this, until a week later, Xiaoxue recovered well, and we were already planning to leave W City.
The original plan was to check out in the morning and then go to the hospital to pick up Xiaoxue and discharge, so if it goes well, we will definitely be able to go back that night.
But that morning, when I was packing my things, I found that I was missing a thousand dollars in my wallet, which I had just taken out the day before yesterday, and I had withdrawn a total of 1,500 yuan, and now I only have 500 yuan left.
I was wondering about the money, and pushed open the door of Lao Qu, intending to tell him to get ready, to remind us that it was time to go, but I found that he had been tied to a ceiling fan on the roof with a thick hemp rope and hanged in the house.
There was a stool on the floor that he had kicked over, the bed was neat, the quilt was folded, and on the quilt were the two clothes I had bought for him, and he was dead wearing the same ragged linen robe he had worn when he had escaped from the cave.
Lao Qu's death made me unable to come back to my senses for a long time, and while I was shocked, I also felt that it was in line with his previous state, and he really couldn't live.
If there is no hope at all, if it is not for the daily struggle in hell, who will easily give up on life From the day he was imprisoned in the cave, his life began to change, and now he doesn't want to or can no longer adapt to this bustling world.
Just as those who have been sentenced to decades in prison are unable to adjust to life outside prison when they are released from prison, they have long been accustomed to prison life.
I think this is the most terrible punishment for a person, which is to deprive the other person of the ability to survive.
Just then, there was a knock on the door.
Wang Ying went to open the door, and there was a middle-aged man with a greasy face and a bloated figure standing outside the door, who was also very unparticular about dressing and a little sloppy, holding a letter in his hand full of black mud.
The man handed the letter to Wang Ying, then took a wad of money and said to her: "Thank you, your old man is very reputable, and he will definitely be reincarnated into a good family in the next life." ” The man said with a grin, his face a little obscene and smug, and he was about to leave.
"Eh, eh, don't go, what do you mean?"
asked Wang Ying.
"Ah, you don't know yet," he frowned and looked into the room, and I quickly blocked his view, because from here I could see Lao Qu hanging himself.
"This is your old man's suicide note, he called and asked me to write it for him, and gave me a thousand yuan after writing, and he put the money under this flower pot, I really didn't expect it, I can still earn so much money with this ink in my stomach hehe" I just understood a little bit what was going on, Lao Qu still had something to say before he died, but maybe he was afraid that we wouldn't let him die, so he couldn't tell us in person, and he couldn't write, so he randomly found a phone number from these small advertisements that led to the sewer posted outside the door and called this man.
Lao Qu will make phone calls, and he asked this man to write down what he wanted to say on the phone, because he didn't want to contact people, so he arranged for this man to come over this morning, after he died, to deliver a suicide note, and by the way, he took the money that was placed under the flower pot outside the door in advance, which was considered a reward for the man, of course, this is the thousand yuan he stole from me.
After the man left, I closed the door and opened the suicide note.
I've been waiting for a long time, I'll see you tomorrow at 11:30, thank you t1706231537: