Mr. Fu treats her like life

Chapter 322 His eyes fell on a brightly lit window on the second floor of the store

At ten o'clock in the evening, Song Qianzi left the hospital.

At this time, the rain outside has not stopped, and the sky seems to have torn a huge gap, and the pouring rain keeps pouring down from above.

It was still sunny and sunny when we came here, but I didn't expect the sky to change his face so quickly.

The sky and the earth were dark, and the colorful night turned into fleeting images under the misty heavy rain.

Visibility is low.

But I have no choice but to film tomorrow, even if I didn't bring an umbrella, I had to rush back in the rain.

The bus stop sign is very close to the hospital, and you will arrive there after walking west for about ten meters after leaving the hospital gate.

Song Qianzi hugged the bag tightly in her arms with one hand, stretched out the other hand, and bent her elbow to cover the top of her head.

The rain was really heavy, and together with the whistling wind, the whole person's breathing became difficult.

When she ran to the bus stop, she was drenched in water.

The last bus departed from the terminus at ten o'clock in the evening, and it happened to be ten o'clock when she came out, so the bus would not arrive at the hospital immediately at this time.Still need to wait for a while.

Looking at the empty street for a long time, only a few small shops opposite the hospital were still lit.

There are also one or two 24-hour stores, which provide some convenience for hospital patients or family members.

The wet clothes cling to the skin, especially in the dull and suffocating summer, it is very sticky.

The cold wind brushed across her skin, causing Song Qianzi to shiver immediately.

After arranging her wet hair carelessly, Song Qianzi hugged her thin body tightly, curled up into a ball and sat down on the row of chairs at the bus stop.

In the next second, he was attracted by the person in the corner.

It was a ragged old homeless man.

He wore a pure blue woolen hat on top of his messy black and white hair, and he was also wearing a heavy military coat that didn't fit the season.

The clothes tightly wrapped his hunched body, and there were dirt left by some dirty things on it.

A few buttons had come off and the fastening was ragged, and the dress looked old.

The old man was sallow and thin, with prominent cheekbones, and a pair of dim eyes fixed on the store across the road.

Song Qianzi followed his line of sight, only to realize that the old man's gaze fell on a brightly lit window on the second floor of the store.

For some reason, there was a sour feeling in my heart.

Song Qianzi stood up stiffly, and walked up to him, only to see his trembling body clearly.

The old man kept rubbing his dirty and callused hands, and because of the cold, he put them to his mouth from time to time to let out a laugh.

Seeing someone walking towards him, the old man slowly turned his head, his dim eyes fell on her face, and he squinted his presbyopic eyes to look him up and down.

"Grandpa, where's your family?" Song Qianzi bent down and asked the old man curled up on the chair.

Seeing her lips moving, the old man seemed to know that she was talking to him, but he couldn't make a sound from his throat, so he could only draw a few anxious gestures with his hands.

Song Qianzi was stunned for a moment, thinking that the old man probably couldn't hear what she said, she also gestured with her hand and said with a light smile: "Grandpa, wait for me here."

She looked at the pouring rain outside the canopy, felt overwhelmed, and quickly ran to the opposite side of the road.

Five minutes later, he came out with warm soy milk and buns in his hand.

"Here," Song Qianzi handed the things over.

The old man's gaze froze for a moment.

Fearing that it would be inconvenient for him, Song Qianzi put the plastic straw into the soy milk cup, and then opened the steaming steamed bun.

(End of this chapter)