Chapter 2 second quarter

After typing two pages of manuscripts in front of the computer, Luo Yang felt his eyes sting.Time is not forgiving, and recently he often feels a sense of fatigue, and he seems powerless to do anything, and a kind of worry of approaching old age hangs over his heart. Luo Yang is not afraid of old age, nor is he afraid of the disease or death that lurks in old age and frailty.He just felt that there were some things he hadn't had time to do, and some wishes hadn't been fulfilled.In other words, the world owed him, and he owed the world.How can a person who owes a lot of unreasonable "debts" tolerate unexpected old age and powerlessness?The successful publication of "The Application of Evidence Principles in Civil Procedures" is one of his many wishes.There are still some desires hidden deep in his heart, testing his determination and patience.What are they?Luo Yang couldn't define it accurately for a while.They, which cannot be defined precisely, are like nightmares, affecting his life and forcing him not to make a clear conclusion with himself and the world.This situation has become the "normal" of his life, always unexpectedly interrupting his rational thinking about himself and the world, often disturbing his sleep and eating.

Luo Yang turned off the computer, and casually stacked the manuscript on a pile of scattered documents.He stood up and glanced at the messy office, feeling more and more disturbed. In fact, Luo Yang is a person who likes to be tidy.Due to emotional reasons, he has not tidied up the office for more than half a month.There used to be a trainee lawyer as his assistant, surnamed Feng, who was very diligent and always kept the office in order.Two years later, Assistant Feng began to handle the case independently and moved to another office.He still respectfully called Luo Yang "Teacher", and Luo Yang changed his name from "Xiao Feng" to "Lawyer Feng".Lawyer Feng, who is self-employed, occasionally comes to Luo Yang's office to ask him questions or borrow reference books.A few days ago, Lawyer Feng came to return the book, saw the pile of documents, letters and the endless manuscript on Luo Yang's desk, and said sincerely: "You should hire a secretary." Luo Yang nodded without comment , but a trace of imperceptible displeasure flashed across his face.Without answering, he picked up a novel on the table and flipped through it.Lawyer Feng smiled awkwardly, and was about to put the "Legal Dictionary" that had just been returned on the table into the bookcase.But Luo Yang stopped him and said, "No, no. I have a habit of doing chores when my mind is blocked or I'm bored, such as sorting out documents and reading unimportant books." Attorney Feng understood another of Luo Yang's words. Meaning: He's reading an inconsequential book—sometimes David Harris' Dark Horse Odyssey, sometimes Marcel Proust's In Search of Lost Time—that's his mood A sign of boredom, perhaps because of my own unwarranted interruptions.Later, Lawyer Feng still came to Luo Yang's office occasionally, and the very friendly teacher called Mr. Long, but he didn't ask questions anymore, and he didn't mention the matter of asking Luo Yang to hire a secretary.Soon, Lawyer Feng invited a female college student who had just graduated from school to be his secretary. He became more and more like a lawyer, and he rarely came to Luo Yang's office anymore.

Luo Yang has always disliked young lawyers like Feng, who are quick-witted but arrogant and aggressive in everything.In his view, this is a sign of inexperience.There may be another reason for that dislike: a newborn calf is not afraid of a tiger, Lawyer Feng's youth and vigor catches up with Luo Yang's old age, but Luo Yang never really realizes the latter reason.It is purely a psychological problem, and it is a bit dark, and it will be suspected of falling into the cliché of peers being enemies.Many things cannot be analyzed in depth, it is better to be sloppy, Luo Yang shook his head mockingly.

Luo Yang's bad mood recently has nothing to do with Lawyer Feng.He often has a question in his mind: "Can lost things be found again? Not to mention lost time!" He has read Marcel Proust's novels several times, which are other people's stories and other people's moods , protracted and long; about "Dark Horse Odyssey", David Harris used legends and fantasies to connect some unknown ordinary people with the blood of the ancient Roman Caesar, which can only be a romantic comfort.So, what about your own life problems?But still no answer.All kinds of confusion make Luo Yang's mood fluctuate easily.A few days ago, he went to the doctor because of a cold. The doctor used a stethoscope to check for a long time. He said that there was an irregular heartbeat and murmurs. He suggested that he take a comprehensive health checkup.Luo Yang didn't take the doctor's words seriously, drank a few packs of cold granules, and felt that his symptoms had basically disappeared, so he stopped going to the hospital, but his mood was still prone to fluctuations.Could it be that a heart that is less than fifty years old is really old and weak?He secretly competed with himself.

Today, Luo Yang's mood was disturbed by Wu Qiming's missed appointment.He put down the manuscript and began to organize the messy books and documents on the table, hoping to straighten out his thoughts and calm down his bad emotions as soon as possible. "Bang, bang—bang!" Someone knocked on the door.It didn't sound like the usual knocking on the door, but something hitting the door. "Come in!" Luo Yang put a stack of stacked documents into the bookcase, turned and stared at the concealed door.He wanted to see who the reckless visitor was. "Bang, bang—bang!" The visitor didn't intend to push the door in, and the door continued to be smashed roughly.

Luo Yang walked over and opened the door, a gust of cold air rushed in, and a layer of water mist formed on the glasses.It took him a lot of effort to see that standing outside the door was the old lady who just crossed the road with a cane.The old lady supported the door frame with one hand and her cane with the other, ready to continue pounding on the door.Seeing Luo Yang, she put her crutches on the ground and said out of breath, "Are you a lawyer? I want to file a lawsuit. I've inquired about it. You can take care of things that others can't do." "Come in, sit down and talk slowly. Who do you want to sue?" Luo Yang let the old lady sit down in front of the sofa, and poured her another cup of hot water.

"I want to sue my son. Unfilial! He won't let me go home. Yes, I will sue him for not supporting the elderly!" "What's your name? Where do you live?" "My maiden's family name is Liu, and my husband's family name is Lu. When I was young, I was called Lu Liushi, and now I am called Mrs. Lu, and everyone in the neighborhood knows it. I used to be the head of the family. I used to be in the fur business, and later I opened a grocery store. One year the Yellow River burst its embankment, and I went from My hometown in Henan passed out on the road when fleeing famine to the northwest, and he took my life. Later, he said that I would live a good life and married me. The head of the family died early, and I raised my children by grinding tofu..." The old lady fell down Beans, sprinkle the old sesame seeds and rotten millet in front of Luo Yang.

"Choose the main one. Where do you live now?" Luo Yang interrupted her painful family history. "I live in a hospital, the Second People's Hospital. They don't care if they get me to the hospital. I've lived there for three years. Three years! Seeing the Chinese New Year, I want to go home..." The old lady's thinking was very clear , speaks clearly, which is extremely disproportionate to her age. Luo Yang wrote quickly in a notepad. "You don't know, my son found another young man outside, and he gave the money to the little goblin. My wife was kept in the dark about this." The old lady muttered in a low voice, looking very mysterious.

"Your son is rich? What's his name?" "My son has no money, and he always tells me that he has no money. My son's name is Lu Siyu, the general manager of the textile group company. When he calls me poor, he sings like a song. 'Poor', you know? It’s not short of five. A catty of white flour and two catties of clear oil is not the kind of poor who can't afford to enter a hotel or eat out, but can't afford to buy 'Bie Ye' and can't afford to support the old lady." The old lady said "Villa" as "Bie Ye", which seemed to be intentional.A series of tongue-twisters made her tired, and she gasped for a while and said again: "I don't believe it. You won't believe it either. A general manager has no money? He doesn't need to raise a little girl or buy 'Bieye', but I can’t ignore my old lady! Later I followed him, and every time he went to that goblin’s house with big bags and small bags, but he didn’t give up on his old lady. I made up my mind to sue him! This time I won’t win , I told my daughter-in-law about him: he didn't buy 'Bie Ye' himself, maybe he bought 'Bie Ye' for the little goblin!" .

"Okay, you go back first. I want to know the situation. Tell me about your bed number in the hospital and your son's address. You go to the accountant to prepay the agency fee of 500 yuan. If what you said is true, someone will represent you. Write a complaint." "I...I have no money." "Forget it, seeing how old you are, let's pay two hundred yuan first!" "I only have fifty yuan." The old lady fumbled for a long time, and took out a piece of fifty yuan yuan from the lapel of the dark blue padded jacket. "You don't have to pay any more. When you sue your son, I'll ask your 'poor son' for an agency fee."

"You must go and investigate!" The old lady put the fifty yuan back into the hidden pocket of the padded jacket, and patted it vigorously to see that the money was indeed put in place, and then walked out the door with confidence. Luo Yang stood in front of the window and watched Old Madam Lu cross the road. The snow is getting bigger and bigger, clusters of snowflakes are surrounded by torn cotton wool, flying to the ground, and the city is shrouded in heavy snow.This is the first snow in early winter, and it comes so fast, so fast that it is a bit unreasonable, like an old woman who is talking about, wanting to pour out all the grievances accumulated in her whole life.Pedestrians on the street became flustered, just lowered their heads and walked straight ahead; all kinds of vehicles also appeared to be in a hurry, speeding past in the misty snow fog. Facing the hurried pedestrians and vehicles, Mrs. Lu stopped in the middle of the road several times, looking both ways tremblingly.The snow has already wiped a grayish white on the top of her head and back.The roar of cars passing by made Luo Yang sweat for her. Suddenly, there was a "crack" sound of sudden braking in the confused air, and a figure flew up with the sharp echo, and landed lightly in the middle of the road.Many people on the side of the road forgot their itinerary, gathered around, chattering and showing inexplicable tension and excitement-it is always exciting to have an accident for people to talk about on ordinary days.More and more people gathered, some cars were blocked in the middle of the road by the crowd of onlookers, and the driver honked anxiously; some cars abandoned the onlookers and made a detour.The road became a mess in an instant. There was a car accident!Luo Yang grabbed his coat, put it on, and ran downstairs.He regretted not sending old lady Lu across the road in person just now. Luo Yang ran to the middle of the street.The accident happened to a dark red van, and there was a pool of blood in front of the car, which was gradually covered by the falling snow.The wounded man, wrapped in a red turban, was lying on the ground. Judging from her attire, she was a woman.The blood dripped from her turban, congealed and turned dark red.People couldn't see her face clearly. The driver who caused the accident was probably panicked, and lay his face on the steering wheel without moving. Traffic police arrived and carried the injured into an ambulance that arrived later. Luo Yang took a look at the injured "Red Turban", who curled up motionless on the stretcher of the ambulance.The ambulance drove her towards the hospital.A piece of bright red swayed in front of Luo Yang's eyes, and his heart tightened inexplicably. Several traffic policemen took notes slowly while determining the location of the injured and the vehicle causing the accident.Only then did Luo Yang realize that the unlucky driver was Wu Qiming.After a while, Wu Qiming and his van were also taken away by the traffic police, and the onlookers dispersed. Old lady Lu's face turned pale, and she stood in the center of the street less than two meters away from the bloodstain.Luo Yang walked over to her.The old lady Lu suddenly couldn't stand, and her body was shaking.Luo Yang held her up.Leaning on Luo Yang, she gasped for a few long breaths, said with trembling pale lips, "I'm scared to death!" Luo Yang flagged a taxi and helped the old lady up.He paid the driver and asked the driver to take her to the Second People's Hospital.Then he said loudly in the old lady’s ear: “You shouldn’t come out alone!” Old lady Lu blinked her eyes and squeezed out two muddy tears.She muttered indistinctly: "Unfilial..." Looking at the taxi going away, Luo Yang decided to meet Mrs. Lu's son for a while, take care of her "nosy", and then take time to see Wu Qiming.