Chapter 7 007: Blind Man

A few steps into the clothing store, outside were two plain white women's shirts decorated with colorful patterns.

At first glance, the road bridge seemed pretty good-looking, but at second glance, I was disgusted and took two or three steps back.

After taking a closer look, I realized what was going on. I thought it was a nice floral shirt.

Only then did I realize that the shirt was originally white, and the colorful things on it were all kinds of disgusting things left behind. That is to say, people passing by regarded these two white shirts as white towels.

The shirt was completely dirty, and it still exuded a faint, strange smell.

A voice came from behind Lu Qiao: "Young man, that's a women's clothing store. I have men's clothes here."

Lu Qiao turned around and saw another clothing store diagonally across the corner. The owner of the clothing store was tall, thin and well-dressed. He was holding a cattail leaf fan and fanning himself towards Lu Qiao.

Lu Qiao smiled awkwardly. He was looking for Dahai's mother, not buying clothes at all, so he shook his head.

Seeing that her calls were ineffective, the landlady shook her head and reminded her sharply: "Young man, one last thing to remind you, don't say that I talk too much and you can see that her clothes are not clean."

After saying that, the landlady turned back to her own shop. It was obvious that the landlady opposite was full of malice towards Mother Dahai.

Thinking that it was a competitive relationship, Lu Qiao was wondering if the two white clothes at the door were made like this by the lady boss from the opposite door.

But even if you do it to be reasonable, there’s no way the boss lady can’t find it, right?

Lu Qiao walked into the store without saying anything, and the crisp jingle of the bell rang out.

Only then did Lu Qiao discover that the mat in front of the threshold was a movable pedal. After stepping on it, it would sink a little. This slight sinking would pull the linkage device on the side, causing the bell above the head to shake.

"Hello, guest, would you like to see your clothes?"

The voice came from the room, and it was particularly kind. Of course, it was followed by the sound of banging and banging. It was a black and cracked hand stick, and the person holding the hand stick was an old woman.

The old woman's eyes were covered with blue gauze. Under the translucent gauze, you could see that her eyes were ulcerated.

It seems that he is dressed like this to avoid scaring others. He is already very old, with an appearance of 70 or 80 years old, but the clothes are still decent. His accent is standard Mandarin, which is particularly rare. It seems that the whole street

They are all very well-educated.

For someone who loves cleanliness, Lu Qiao couldn't understand why the two outer clothes looked like that.

"It didn't scare you, did it? I'm sorry! Are you buying clothes?"

The voice came from the other party's mouth again, and then the stick hit the wooden chair in front of the store accurately. He held the wooden chair with his hand and pushed it slightly forward.

"I'm sorry, I'm here to see Mr. Hai, that's Dahai." Lu Qiao said with a smile. He changed his thinking and logic and didn't say that he was cooperating with Dahai. He changed his tone and said that he was asking Dahai for help.

"I don't quite understand. Can you explain it in more detail? You can sit down first!" The old man patted the other chair to the right with his cane, then reached out and pushed it forward half a step.

The old man sat on one of the tables, pointed to the water dispenser not far away and said, "There is a cup on the machine. You can pour the water yourself."

Lu Qiao looked at the water dispenser, which was stained with mold due to moisture, and smiled awkwardly. At this moment, two crisp bells rang. It was an old-fashioned bicycle. A middle-aged man rode it to the door of the store, and then threw a bicycle from the bicycle seat.

Baodong said: "Today's delivery was delivered! Oh? Are there guests?"

Lu Qiao looked at the white bag that had been thrown into the shop. It seemed to be dried noodles but they were already broken into pieces.

When the middle-aged man was getting something from the back seat, he seemed to have touched the black oil on his belt. He reached out and wiped his hands on the white clothes at the door: "You are quite young, aren't you?"

Only then did Lu Qiao understand what was going on, and the person who caused the sabotage was finally found.

Of course, Lu Qiao had no temper and quickly told the two of them: "I am a reporter from the Lukang Peninsula Evening News. I cooperate with the TV station. I want to interview the local features of various streets in Lukang. Then on Shuomen Street I

I thought it was quite interesting. Mr. Hai happened to be one of the leaders of our project. He occasionally mentioned that he lived on Shuomen Street when he was a child, so I thought about looking for him to see if I could find him.

It’s okay, come and do an interview with Shuomen Street.”

After hearing this, the old man looked excited, but he hesitated to speak, as if he didn't know what to say.

The middle-aged man sneered and rode away. He could faintly hear a voice coming from a distance: "I can't believe that the sea is out of business! I'll come tomorrow and give you two more eggs! Count them as gifts!"

The middle-aged man on the bicycle walked away, and Lu Qiao's words were completely clear and confused.

"What do you call me? Your voice sounds very young. You look like you are in your twenties or early thirties. Just call me Fu Ma!" Dahai's mother spoke.

Lu Qiao turned around and said, "Just call me Lixia!"

Lu Qiao directly used Li Xia's name and said calmly: "Hai Dahai is not here, and I haven't seen him for half a year. The last time he came back was during the Chinese New Year and he cleaned the place for me!"

Upon hearing this, Lu Qiao understood and continued: "Mr. Hai is a very busy man, so it's normal for him not to come back. How about I collect it for you? I see that the two white clothes outside are dirty!"

Fu Ma sighed: "Take it in for me, it's not convenient for me to go out!"

"Why is this?" Lu Qiao asked subconsciously.

"When my husband died, I decided at that time to stay in mourning and never leave the house until death!" Fu's mother explained thoughtfully, speaking very calmly.

"I'm sorry for mentioning your sadness!" Lu Qiao apologized quickly.

"It's okay, I've long been used to it! Dahai also thought it was too much trouble to take care of an old man like me, and I didn't want to be a burden, so I let him go out to work. I didn't expect that he is doing quite well now!" Fu Ma said with a kind smile.

Lu Qiao nodded, walked to the door, endured nausea and put the clothes in, and then watched Fu Ma touch the rice and flour bag with her hand, picked it up and put it on the table: "We may not be able to help with the matter of the sea, I am alone

The blind man has not left home for decades, so you can take a look at this street for yourself. If you don't mind, why don't you stay for lunch?"

Lu Qiao shook his head, obviously wanting to refuse, but when he thought about it carefully, the other party couldn't tell whether he was eating or not. If he was eating, he could get close to her: "That's great! That's troublesome!"

Lu Qiao looked at the bag of rice noodles and oil that was picked up, and added the middle-aged man who brought it on a bicycle to bring two more eggs tomorrow to celebrate.

A bag of food is delivered every day! Let’s not talk about whether Fu Ma’s rickety body can eat so much. To be fair to Lu Qiao, this is enough for two of them to eat three meals a day!

So this means one thing! There must be more than one lucky mom living in this little house!

Who else could it be? Could the sea be in there too? The neighbors thought the sea was not there, but in fact it was always there?

Lu Qiao thought for a while and said: "Fu Ma, I am a reporter, and I would like to know some of the history of this old street. Although your eyesight is inconvenient, you should know a lot of stories from the past, right?"
Chapter completed!