This is the first time Suhang has taken this kind of taxi since his rebirth.
It seems that the development of the port city is really rapid.
When will there be taxis on the streets of Jiangning?
The taxi drove for about ten minutes and then stopped.
Brother Long handed the ticket to the driver.
Su Hang got out of the car and glanced around.
Seeing the dirty environment around him, he frowned slightly.
Didn’t Uncle Yang send all the money to them?
Why are their lives so bad?
It was dirty, messy, and there was a thick stench in the air.
"They live in Building 3, No. 6 in front. You can go in and I'll take a look around." Brother Long said.
Su Hang nodded and walked forward according to the direction of his finger.
The further inside we went, the environment was even worse than Suhang had imagined.
There are piles of garbage and the sound of flies is disturbing.
Su Hang walked around several garbage dumps before arriving at the third building that Brother Long mentioned.
He knocked on the door.
The door was old and worn, as if it might fall down at any moment.
He didn't even dare to knock on the door vigorously.
"Who are you looking for?" A gentle voice sounded in my ear.
It should be Uncle Yang's daughter-in-law Zhang Xiu.
The door opened, and standing in front of Su Hang was a woman wearing a green cheongsam.
Time has covered her cheeks, and the woman's face is full of wrinkles.
"Who are you looking for?"
The woman looked Su Hang up and down, looking at him warily.
Su Hang quickly said: "Is this Zhang Xiu?"
The woman was stunned for a moment.
She frowned slightly: "I am Zhang Xiu."
Su Hang took out the letter that Yang Guangming gave to him, and the handwriting on it made the woman's eyes turn red.
"You...come in and talk."
Su Hang followed Zhang Xiu into the house.
The environment inside the house is not much better than outside.
"Mom, who is it?"
An obviously sleepy voice sounded in Suhang's ears.
Suhang turned around subconsciously.
I saw a girl with an 'Afro' hair and wearing a navel-baring top.
Is this Uncle Yang’s daughter?
Su Hang was stunned for a moment.
In this society, this girl is really avant-garde. Fortunately, this is a port city. If she appeared on Jiangning Street dressed like this, she would probably be watched by people.
"It's a friend of your father's."
The girl snorted: "I don't have a father."
These obviously hateful words made Su Hang feel unworthy of Yang Guangming.
He sent all the money to them, but what is the result now?
The daughter does not recognize him as her father.
It’s really hard for the old man.
Zhang Xiu looked a little embarrassed and quickly pulled out a chair: "Sit down."
Su Hang nodded slightly and sat on the chair: "Uncle Yang is in a very bad situation now."
"Not good?" Zhang Xiu, who had just sat down, stood up with excitement: "What's wrong with him?"
Seeing Zhang Xiu's reaction, Su Hang felt a little relieved.
At least his wife still cares about him.
Su Hang sighed: "He has stomach cancer and doesn't have much time left, so I came here this time just to let you and your children see him off on his last journey."
Zhang Xiu's face instantly turned pale and she fell into a chair.
The little girl ran over and patted her chest.
After a while, Zhang Xiucai came to his senses.
The body was shaking: "How could this happen? When I wrote a letter last time, didn't I say it was very good? Why did I suddenly get cancer?"
Zhang Xiu burst into tears.
The little girl kept holding her hand tightly without saying a word.
However, Su Hang still caught the sadness in her eyes.
Perhaps in her heart, she still longs for Yang Guangming as her father.
There were footsteps outside the door.
Su Hang raised his head.
A strong man walked in from outside.
When he saw a stranger, he frowned and walked to Su Hang in a few steps: "Who are you?"
Su Hang smiled and said, "Yang Guangming asked me to come here."
These three words Yang Guangming made the man frown even more tightly.
Zhang Xiu held his hand: "Zi'an, your father... is dying."
Su Hang felt that the man's body was slightly stiff.
Yang Zi'an is Uncle Yang's son. He has just graduated from college and is waiting for the country to assign a job.
He originally had a son, but because the family was poor, his wife took the child and left.
This is also the reason why Yang Zi'an suddenly became angry and tried to get into college.
But he was somewhat resistant to Yang Guangming, his father who had been separated for more than ten years, even though he knew that Yang Guangming would send money on time every month.
"Qingqing, take mom back to the house to rest."
Yang Qingqing nodded and helped Zhang Xiu towards the back room.
Yang Zian sat on the chair and didn't speak for a long time.
Su Hang handed over a cigarette.
Yang Zian glanced at him and did not refuse. He took the cigarette, lit it, and took a long drag.
Perhaps because he seldom smoked, Yang Zian choked and coughed for a while before he slowly calmed down.
His voice was hoarse: "Is it really serious?"
Su Hang nodded: "The doctor has asked you to prepare for the funeral, so he really hopes to see you one last time before leaving. He really misses you."
Su Hang told Yang Zi'an how Yang Guangming missed his family and lived frugally.
Yang Zian threw the cigarette on the ground and stepped on it.
"Okay, let's go to Jiangning with you."
Su Hang breathed a sigh of relief.
After a brief chat, the two agreed to meet at the dock at nine o'clock tomorrow morning, and Su Hang turned around and left.