human game

Chapter 13 Chapter 13

Jing Ping was silent, and it was only then that Luan Ying realized that she had missed the bottom line, and she didn't know whether to leave or stay in the current situation. After hesitating for a long time, Jing Ping said, "I'm fine this afternoon. I just want to go to the bank to deposit money. If you find the card , call me." He reported his mobile phone number to Luan Ying, and went back with his meal.Saving money was just an excuse, he just said it because he felt guilty about what happened last night and didn't want to look special.

Luan Ying didn't have time to ask Uncle Li to pick him up, took a taxi back, searched around in the room, and only found the envelope issued by the school when Aunt Tao came.He immediately called Jing Ping and made an appointment to meet at a bank near the school. After Jing Ping arrived, he pretended to go to the ATM machine and checked the balance in his card. In fact, he knew exactly how much money he had.

Going in to get the number, you need to put your ID card. Seeing that he knew nothing, Jing Ping asked, "You don't even know where your ID card is, do you?" Luan Ying took out her wallet, opened it, and took out her ID card in front of Jing Ping. Shaking, extremely childish.After getting the number, they found that there was still waiting, they sat in front of the window, Luan Ying held the receipt and asked him, "Don't you hate me, why do you help me?" "Just by the way." Jing Ping sighed He took a deep breath, "And one size counts for one size. You lost my things. I don't forgive you. It's one thing. I quarreled with you yesterday. It's another thing. I'm here to help you, and I don't want to owe you money." your."

He spoke clearly, but his words were right about the matter and wrong about the person, which made Luan Ying think highly of him. Thinking that he might have really lost his valuables, he couldn't help feeling uneasy and ashamed, so he thought about it and tried to speak, "I heard that those things that were thrown away Is there something left to you by your grandfather?" Jing Ping didn't answer, he swallowed his saliva, confirmed it in his heart, and asked embarrassingly, "What is it?"

Jing Ping bowed his head and said, "It's a radio." He still blames himself for this incident.When Luan Ying heard that it was a radio, she screamed that it was not good, and frowned and said, "Isn't that broken?" , it doesn’t matter if you can use it or not, the important thing is that it is very precious to me, it was left to me by my grandfather.”

Luan Ying covered her face in her hands and couldn't lift her head. How could he have imagined that it was a radio, and he didn't know how to find it, or whether it could be retrieved.He regretted trying to find a way, and his number was called, so he had no choice but to go first, Jing Ping said, "You just give her the card, and then say you want to open it." Luan Ying nodded, these things are not unreasonable will do.

Jing Ping sat waiting for him, thinking about the radio. After his parents passed away in an accident, he lived with his grandfather. At that time, in the countryside, when he had nothing to do, his grandfather would listen to opera on the radio, and sometimes Tune in to an English-speaking station.Jing Ping was learning English at that time, and when he heard it, he would ask his grandfather to play it for him for a while. Although he basically couldn't understand it, he was still very interested.Later, grandpa became seriously ill and had to be hospitalized in the city, and he would also be sent to his cousin's house. When he was carrying his luggage there, his grandpa gave him the radio, saying that it was for him to learn foreign languages.

He is not close to his cousin's family. For a long time, he pretended to be strong on the surface, and held the radio at night. He didn't listen to the English channel, but tuned to the opera that his grandfather often listened to. In tune, he babbled without knowing what to sing, and sometimes seemed sad, but he felt supported.

In the dead of night, with a sea of ​​bitterness in his heart, he turned on the radio, thankful that there was still a leaf of duckweed to rely on.