Chapter 23 Section 22

After an unknown amount of time, Wang Qiming "woke up" from the painful confusion. He heard someone talking.Upstairs, yes upstairs. At first, he thought that he had misheard, so he tried hard to get rid of the depression just now, and listened carefully. Someone was indeed talking, it was Guo Yan. The voice was soft and peaceful, as if he was talking with someone. With whom? "It's cold outside, it's so cold." This is Guo Yan talking, it's her, "Don't go out, mom can't let you freeze outside. Don't sleep, mom wants to talk to you. Are you hungry? I Open a can for you to eat, okay?"

God!He was talking to Jerry—the dog. Wang Qiming couldn't help finding a cold war.Not because of her conversations with the dog, but because of the unusual tone of her voice, that calm, soft tone that tickles the heart! "Jerry, Jerry! Are you angry? Mom is not a good mother. My mother beat someone, but it was my sister—my sister is so pitiful. She was wronged too! But she is also a bad sister, she It's her fault for not going home. She likes to be crazy outside and doesn't come to see her mother. It's better for my Jerry, be good, don't go anywhere, just know how to stay with my mother."

Wang Qiming wanted to go upstairs to interrupt Guo Yan's raving, but he felt that he was not qualified to say anything to her. He sat down again and listened quietly. She's still upstairs talking to Jerry. "Mom is homesick, and misses my hometown. But how can I bring you back? You are a foreign dog, American breed, and your old family doesn't like you, so they won't let you in. Poor, we have become unwanted. . "Jerry, my mother learned to play the piano from her uncle since she was eight years old. She was admitted to the middle school attached to the Conservatory of Music when she was thirteen years old. Before she graduated, she caught up with the Cultural Revolution. My mother was also a Red Guard, but she didn't beat people. Being driven to the countryside, I was so miserable. I was assigned to a band at the age of 20. I got married a few years later, and then I had a sister. Ten years ago, I came to the United States again. It was even more bitter. Jerry saw it , my Jerry knows my mother best, knows my mother best.

"People, you have a bad heart! People, you can eat people, bully people, lie to people, cheat people, fight wars, and curse people. My Jerry is the best, and he doesn't know these things." Wang Qiming gradually shed tears when he heard her words that could only be said after her heart was broken. "People, they have no conscience. No matter how nice you are to him, it's useless. On the contrary, you still play tricks on you. In the end, you will kick you away. People are so heartless. "My Jerry is the one with the most conscience. When you grow up, avenge your mother and bite the feet, thighs, and necks of those bad guys, okay?"

"It doesn't matter if you can't go back to your hometown. I'll take you out to be a nanny. Oh, yes, they won't let a nanny take a dog. Then we two will rent a basement to live in. Mom can crochet sweaters and earn money. I will save money, buy toys for you, find you the best beautician, and find you the best doctor. Jerry, my mother will always take you with me. Mom knows that you are also a conscientious person, and you will never leave your mother. "If your mother dies, don't cry, don't make trouble, don't think about me, don't look for me, I will find a good family to adopt you before I die, you...you have to live well with them ."

Guo Yan changed from sobbing to howling and crying, talking while crying. "Remember, Jerry, don't come back to me alone. It's too dangerous for you to run alone on the road. There are many bad people on the street. They will lie to you, cheat you, and eat you! "If my mother survived and made a fortune, I will buy you a big house and find you a good partner. You two will raise a big litter. Little Jerry, how happy you are." Guo Yan changed from crying to giggling again, laughing so happily that Wang Qiming shivered from the shock of the laughter. In this way, Guo Yan was upstairs alone, "talking" with the puppy all night.

Wang Qiming listened to her talking, crying and laughing all night upstairs. At some point, he fell asleep. Early the next morning, Wang Qiming was woken up by Jerry's barking. He hurried upstairs and saw Guo Yan lying on the carpet, unconscious.The dog was barking angrily at Wang Qiming. He went downstairs like a whirlwind, called an ambulance, and sent Guo Yan to New York First Hospital. Outside the emergency room, he was fidgeting like an ant on a hot pot. The attending doctor came out of the emergency room, and Wang Qiming went up to ask about the situation. "She's fine," said the attending doctor, a Jew, with a tired and indifferent voice. "The main reason is that the patient's spirit is too tense and his body is overworked, and he needs to recuperate for a while."

"how long?" "Two weeks!" "thanks!" He thanked the doctor in charge, drove home immediately, opened the dog food first, and put it in Jerry's rice bowl. Then, he freshened up and went straight to the factory without stopping. The factory was deserted and miserable, like a large cemetery. The workers are gone.If wages are not paid on time, of course they will leave. The semi-finished clothes are piled up like a mountain, and the unsent threads are placed there in boxes and boxes, reaching the roof. Rows of machines stood there, all hung with half-finished garments.

It's eerily quiet here.How much he wanted to see the lively and busy scene in the past. But now, as deadly still, he could only hear his own heartbeat. The office phone rang.He walked into the office, reached out to answer the phone, but halfway his hand withdrew again. Another phone rang again. He knew who was calling, whether it was forced by Youhe, or someone who came to ask for money, whether it was a creditor or a worker. Simply, he walked out of the office and closed the office door behind him. Let the bastard phone ring! He walked out of the factory and drove home. He wanted to hide, he wanted to run away, he wanted to get out of New York, he wanted to go for a drive in Europe.However, he then thought of the haggard Guo Yan lying in the hospital, and also the dog with a more conscience than a human being squatting alone at home, Jerry, what a beautiful name.

He drove home. At this time, Jerry's puppy seemed to have lost all his anger. Seeing his return, he jumped up and down and begged him for mercy. He picked it up, and two strings of warm tears fell down. The dog actually stretched out its face to him, comforted him with its snort, and licked the tears off his cheeks with its soft, barbed tongue. Wang Qiming was deeply moved by this kind comfort. He hugged it tightly and talked with Jerry, a dog who understands human nature better than humans, just like Guo Yan. "Jerry, do you miss Dad?" he said, his voice calm and soft, "Mom is in the hospital, she's fine, don't worry." Jerry barked softly twice, as if to answer.

You are a good boy, you are our good.Who is more faithful than you?No.Your loyalty, I dare say, no one can compare with you, as long as you are human, there is no way to compare with you. "I'm sorry for you, Jerry. I've neglected your virtues for a long time, and only now did I find you, Jerry, you won't be mad at me, will you? "I'm exhausted. I'm broken by them. Who are they? They're not bad, they're all like me, they're doing it for a living. You don't think they're bad. Everyone That's what it's all about. There's nothing wrong with that. It's just that I'm tired, I've got no strength, and I need a rest. How? Oh, yes, let's have a drink. Shall we?" He got up and took a bottle of brandy from the liquor cabinet.He uncaps the bottle. "Would you like some, Jerry?" He sat back and drank the wine, "Jerry, you have to know, I still have a way. I am not as good as you, but in the circle of people, I am still the smartest, yes, I have a way, I have a way. " He called the bank and offered to use his two houses as collateral for repaying the loan. The bank clerk said to him politely: "Sir, please allow me to check the information of these two houses before I can reply you." "This is not an excessive request." Wang Qiming said goodbye to the bank staff, then hung up the phone. He took another sip of his drink after putting down the phone. "Jerry, look, we are saved. Who will save us? Ourselves! I will use my own ability to overcome this difficulty. "People will come to help me. Banks will come to help me. My loan credit has always been impeccable, and of course they will help me when I am struggling." He felt a little dizzy, either from fatigue or from too much whiskey. He wanted to sleep for a while, but at this moment, the phone rang again. It was the bank clerk who called. "Mr. Wang, you don't have too much money. We can't lend you any money for the house you bought the year before last. Because the price of that house has fallen sharply now, and it is still falling. What you paid The amount of the down payment does not match the current market price." His voice is still polite, but it sounds so cold." Another house, which is your old house, we consider as a mortgage Twenty-five thousand dollars for you." "How many?" "Twenty-five thousand dollars. If you agree, please come and sign tomorrow." "Twenty-five thousand? What's the use of twenty-five thousand? I have to save two hundred and fifty thousand, at least!" "I'm so sorry, there's nothing we can do about it." The phone hangs up. He got off the phone helplessly. American banks are so smart.If you have money, it will come to help you and is willing to lend you money, because it knows that you can repay it; once you really have no money on hand, and you really need to borrow money, it will ignore you instead!It will stand aside and watch your jokes. It's over, it's really over! He picked up the wine bottle and poured it into the glass again, but not a drop of wine came out. + He pushed the bottle, and the empty bottle rolled down from the table. The bottle was not broken and rolled to Jerry's feet. Jerry called a few times. The lack of sleep, the stress of the day, and the effects of alcohol made it impossible for him to think. He collapsed on the sofa and fell into a deep sleep almost immediately. In the middle of the night, a dry mouth woke him up.He looked at the big clock in the room. It's three o'clock in the night. He stood up unsteadily, looking for some water to drink.Coincidentally, the phone rang at this moment. "Don't answer," he ordered to himself, "it must be those workers, playing a prank. They want to torment me deliberately, keep me from sleeping, and keep me safe." He collapsed on the sofa exhausted, ready to ignore the annoying ringing phone. However, the phone is still ringing, very stubborn. Just pick it up! He remembered a line in "Taking Tiger Mountain Out of Wisdom", "If you want money, you don't have it; if you want food, you robbed it all in the morning: damn, there is one!" He picked up the phone receiver. "Hello, I'm Wang Qiming." "Is it Mr. Wang?" "yes." "Sorry to bother you so late." Cantonese flavored Chinese came from the receiver.The voice was yin or yang, and it was hard to tell whether it was Chinese or American. "Please tell me. Who are you?" Wang Qiming asked. "It does not matter." "What do you mean? Why anonymous?" "Let us not discuss this dull subject." "So what do you want to talk about when you call at three o'clock at night?" "Talk about your daughter." "Ningning!" His heart seemed to be squeezed tightly. "Yes, that's her name." "where is she?" "She's fine. She wants to see you, and I think you want to see her, too." "Tell me, where is she?" "She's here with me. You know, I'm short on money..." Now, Wang Qiming fully understands who is on the other end of the phone. "How much do you want?" "Half a million!" "You are kidnapping!" "You are really smart." "I will call the police...the police will catch you." "No, you can't be that stupid. Then you can see your daughter, but your daughter can't see you." "mean!" "Stop talking nonsense, will you pay the money? I'm going to hang up..." "wait!" A layer of sweat balls appeared on Wang Qiming's forehead.He looked around helplessly, nothing could help him. "Sir," he said to the robber on the phone, "I can't get the money together right now." "You are too polite, New York Chinese business community, no one does not know your strength!" "But I'm having trouble now." "Stop talking nonsense, take money if you want someone! Do you want it?" "Yes! Yes!" "Let her talk to you—so that you don't have to say I'm cheating on you!" Ning Ning's voice came from the microphone: "Daddy! Don't give them money, don't give..." There was a beating sound coming from the microphone, and then another ferocious voice: "How about it, have you thought about it?" "Okay, I'll give it!" "Happy! An hour later, under the bridge hole on the highway to the left of the Queen's Cemetery. Ask for cash, ask for old coins.Remember, don't play tricks.I played a trick, and I will finish it with you! " With a "click", the phone was hung up.