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Chapter 88 Visiting (45)

Jinghai City Village.

In the narrow alleyway, dense old buildings are crowded together, and the clothes hanging on the roof are swaying in the breeze.

Lively hawkers line the streets, and delicacies filled with various aromas float in the air.

The streets are bustling with migrant workers, hurrying with their heads down, occasionally raising their heads with confusion written on their faces.

It seems that the longer they live in this bizarre city, the less they know where their future will be.

Mei Feng walked in the narrow alleyway, detoured all the way, according to the old man of the sausage noodle shop and used the map navigation on his mobile phone, finally found this handicraft store called [Caiyunfang] in Chajiao Street, Bay Area.

I heard that the master chef of this shop became disabled due to a misdiagnosis when he was a child, and he limped a leg. For decades, he has made a living by painting with Jinghai characteristics.

However, with the decline of traditional culture and the rise of online shopping and factory stores in recent years, the business of artisan stores in urban villages like his has been declining. In addition, his wife is bedridden and a child is in high school. Life is said to be difficult.

When Mei Feng found this store, the door of [Caiyunfang] was closed, and it seemed that it was not open today.

The time for the finals was relatively tight this time, and it was hard to get some clues. It took half a day to find here, so I couldn't make a trip in vain.

He leaned up to take a look, and was about to go up and try to knock on the door.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, a grandma suddenly walked over carrying a bucket of water.

Mei Feng hesitated for a while, but went over to help carry the water into the house.

"Thank you pretty boy."

"You're welcome."

"You are looking for someone, Lao Chen is not at home (You are looking for someone, Lao Chen is not at home)"

"Huh? Isn't Master Chen at home?"

Mei Feng was stunned for a moment, then asked, "Have you traveled far away, when will you be back?"

"No, Lao Chen's son was burnt and hospitalized."

"Then he went to the hospital?"

"No, Lao Chen went to the school gate to ask for a lecture."

"Huh? What's the situation?"

Grandma seemed to have no children around, so it was rare for her to talk to someone, and Mei Feng was polite and sensible, so she told the whole story.

It turns out that the son of Lao Chen from Caiyunfang has just entered high school, and his name is Chen Mo. Perhaps because of family reasons, his father is lame and his mother is bedridden, and his personality is usually inferior and dull.

A week ago, in physical education class, a girl in the same class suspected that he had complained to the teacher about using her mobile phone in class and questioned him face to face.

Under tension, Chen Mo couldn't explain clearly in a few words.

The girl turned her head and took a cup of boiling water from the water dispenser with a thermos, and poured it directly on Chen Mo's body.

Chen Mo raised his hand to block it, and the back of his hand and face were burned into second-degree burns.

"Did the school not deal with it?" Mei Feng asked with a frown.

"It's been dealt with. It's a classmate conflict. I only paid some medical expenses. I haven't been to see it for a week in the hospital, let alone apologize." Grandma sighed at this point, "It's just a pain for Mo. I watched the child grow up when he was young. He has always been silent.

That's true, after all, version T0 exists.

Mei Feng nodded and continued to ask, "Then Master Chen went to school but failed?"

"After the school dealt with it, the leader didn't see him. Now he can't enter the school gate. The security guard stopped him, saying that he disturbed the normal teaching order of the school." Grandma sighed deeply, with some helplessness in her tone, "Although Lao Chen is a dull gourd, he has a very stubborn temper. He felt that the other party had to apologize, so he took her bedridden wife to the school gate to set up a stall to ask for an explanation. You can't wait for him here."

Mei Feng was taken aback when he heard the words, and filled his mind with the picture of pulling the flatbed cart, feeling helpless and emotional.

No matter which world you are in, it is too difficult for a little person who cannot speak to seek justice.

After thinking about it, he decided to take a look, so he asked the address of Grandma Chen's son's high school.

Half an hour later, after taking the bus for a few stops, Mei Feng arrived at No. [-] Middle School in the Bay Area, which is the high school where Lao Chen's son attended.

After getting off the bus and walking a few hundred meters, Mei Feng saw a stall at the entrance of an alley opposite the school. A banner was hung in front of the stall, with the words "Give me an apology to my son" written in big characters on it, and the specifics of what happened in small characters below. There were many passers-by and onlookers pointing at him.

Lao Chen, a colored porcelain craftsman, is sitting in front of the booth, holding a painted brush in his hand, and is lightly sketching gorgeous patterns on a piece of porcelain.

Under the sun above his head at noon, the paints of the painting shone brightly, and Lao Chen's dark face looked extremely focused and serious, as if there was a stubbornness in every stroke.

This is the most authentic low-level craftsman.

After a while, he stopped what he was doing and turned to the flatbed truck next to him.

A simple bed was placed on the flatbed, and Lao Chen's sick wife was lying on it, her face was pale, as if she had been suffering from illness for a long time, but her eyes looked at Lao Chen with firmness and support.

Obviously, as a mother, even though she was sick in bed, she wanted to get an explanation for her son.

After Lao Chen turned his wife over and settled her comfortably, he returned to the booth under the banner to work again, and looked back at his wife's situation from time to time, and the eyes of the two met silently in the air.

Understanding and firm.

After Mei Feng approached the crowd of onlookers, he inadvertently heard the comments of the surrounding parents pointing and pointing.

"What's the situation? The child was burned?"

"Well, it looks like the one who burned someone didn't apologize."

"I know about this. Our child is in the same class as his family. It is said that the girl suspected that the boy and the teacher sued her for playing with the mobile phone. After the physical education class, she picked up a glass of boiling water and poured it directly on the boy's face."

"Hiss! Why are kids so ruthless nowadays? What's the situation with the banner? Didn't you apologize?"

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Among the people's discussions, there were also some well-dressed parents who expressed different objections.

"Even if you want to ask for an explanation, there is no need to come to the school gate to ask for it. Doesn't this affect the child's study and the school's enrollment rate?"

"That's right, what age is it, and you are taking your sick wife with you. It's too exaggerated. Even if the child is discharged from the hospital and then goes back to school, where will the face be put? Don't these parents consider the child's self-esteem?"

"I think that if you really want to ask for an explanation, then you should wholeheartedly make a fuss. What does it mean to have a stall under the banner? Co-authoring to seek justice for the children and not forgetting to make money, right? Money is in your eye?"

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Everyone has a herd mentality. When these well-dressed parents spoke, other people who were more sympathetic were also stunned for a while, and seemed to think that what they said was quite reasonable.

However, no matter what the crowd around him talked about, Lao Chen, who was sitting in the booth, remained silent.

He concentrates on drawing detailed flowers, birds and magnificent landscapes on the porcelain with a painted pen. Jingcai's unique color and delicate texture make the originally monotonous porcelain sparkle like pieces of art in the sun in a blink of an eye.

This is an order placed by an old customer of Caiyunfang yesterday. He bought it to celebrate his friend's birthday. He must complete this order tonight.

Hearing these words, Mei Feng was a little harsh, and couldn't help frowning slightly.

Suddenly, he took a step forward and squeezed the middle-aged man in front of him who was talking non-stop, and asked calmly, "If you don't set up a stall to make money, you pay the tuition fees for his son? Do you pay the medical expenses for his wife? Or do you use the money to support their family?"

(End of this chapter)