non-contractual relationship

Chapter 1

At the entrance of Yuehua Clubhouse, Ankang raised his head and stared at Yuehua's shiny signboard.The waiter at the door glanced at him and looked away.

Instantly understood what the waiter meant, Ankang smiled self-deprecatingly, he did not come today to deliver goods.Although he was still a little reconciled, he really couldn't think of any other way.

Ankang is 20 years old this year. Due to family reasons, he is still in the third year of high school.This year was supposed to be a year when Ankang worked hard to prepare for the college entrance examination, hoping to change his own destiny, but the sky failed, and An’s family suddenly changed drastically: Ankang’s mother Fang Hui died in an accident at work, and the person responsible for the accident tried to escape responsibility. , slipped away; Ankang's father Anshun went out to work in the early years and left the root cause of the illness. He was bedridden for a long time and almost lost the ability to work, but he could barely take care of himself.The most difficult thing is that the death of An's mother has emptied the family, and An's father's condition has deteriorated for a while after An's mother left. There are not one or two places to ask for money.For this reason, Ankang has owed a lot of debts to relatives and friends.

Ankang has his own obsession with Ankang's study. He is still unwilling for his son to give up his studies, so Ankang can only keep it from him, quietly drop out of school, and then work hard to maintain the medical expenses of Ankang and the father and son. basic life, so that the related debts can be repaid slowly.

That day, he was helping his part-time shop deliver goods to this well-known clubhouse in the city.As soon as he finished packing and was about to leave, he bumped into two people who were kissing in the corner of the alley behind.Ankang didn't control his eyes for a while, and looked curiously, only to realize that it was two men, and the one being hugged was still wearing the uniform of the club.Ankang originally thought that this might be a couple who went off the rails, but when he turned around and was about to leave, he saw the man holding the waiter stuff a thick bag into the pocket of the waiter who was being rubbed and hugged. Tattling money, and then walked out of his eyes in a very flamboyant way to the alley, and drove away in the luxury car driven out of the garage.

The waiter was taking out the money and counting it. Maybe because Ankang's expression was too shocked, he waved playfully in his direction when he turned around and walked away.

Ankang, who was so frightened and fled immediately, immediately branded the clubhouse with the word "unscrupulous".What's more, he saw similar scenes when he went to this place to deliver goods several times later.As a result, he was a little frightened when he came to deliver the goods later.

But that scene seemed to burn his eyes.

This is the purpose of Ankang coming here today, although he is still hesitant.

The situation of Anjia can be said to be "running out of ammunition and food".

Some time ago, it was Ankang's head teacher who saw that he was torturing himself too much and lent him a few thousand dollars temporarily for support at home.In addition to finding time for self-study, crazy work, and part-time jobs, Ankang also found some jobs such as translation and proofreading for himself, but compared with the current situation of Anjia, these are just a drop in the bucket: the family's debts are only paid off by the most scolded ones. Those few companies, but the credit loans from outside can’t be trusted at all; Dad’s condition has not improved, and this disease can’t be hospitalized for a long time, but he needs to take medicine regularly. Reimbursement, but also must insist on taking.

Gritting his teeth, Ankang took out his slightly old mobile phone, called up the picture, pointed to the recruitment information of Yuehua clubhouse, and confirmed to the waiter at the door: "Excuse me, it is said on the Internet that Yuehua's recruitment registration must be offline. Take the watch, do you enter from the alley behind here?"

A man wearing sunglasses and a hat suddenly came to the door. The waiter didn't bother to answer Ankang, and was about to meet him.The man shook his head, and the waiter stopped.

Ankang asked again, and the waiter nodded.

Ankang thanked him politely.

The man who just walked past Ankang didn't hear the conversation between Ankang and the waiter. After walking a few steps, he seemed to see the reflection of Ankang in the glass mirror in front of him. Thinking, another man's voice came from not far away: "I'm back."

"Well, help me lift the box to the second floor. It's a gift for Mi Mi." The man in the sunglasses distributed a box to the man who came over, and the two chatted one after another before entering the elevator.The man in the sunglasses didn't pay much attention to Ankang, and soon forgot about the glimpse he had just had.

On the other hand, Ankang, who came to the back alley, finally filled out the recruitment form of this club: he needed money, and the salary promised by Yuehua was too tempting.If he can really get a job at Yuehua Club, as long as he fulfills the club's full-time requirement, he can earn an extra thousand yuan a month even if he doesn't take other part-time jobs.As for what the club wants them to do, Ankang doesn't dare to think about it now, he only remembers that An's father's monthly medical expenses, which are thousands of dollars a month, are finally settled.

Thinking that it would take a long time to apply for the job, Ankang asked for leave today, but he didn't expect that the offline registration was so different from what he had imagined, and it didn't take much effort at all, so Ankang returned home early after finishing this important event that day.But when he opened the door, he could hear Papa Ann's low cry of pain in the bedroom beside him.

Usually when he was at home, Dad An almost never made such a sound.

Ankang stood there for a moment without acting rashly.After a while, Dad An seemed to be in a lot of pain, but he didn't hear his son's opening the door, and started to cry again.This time, Dad An's cry of pain was occasionally mixed with complaints like "Hui'er, take me away. Hui'er, I'm in pain".

Fang Hui is the name of Ankang's mother.

Tears welled up suddenly, but Ankang didn't make a sound, just pressed against the door, gritted his teeth, and cried silently.What was blurred in his vision was the spirit tablet still placed on the window sill, and beside his ears was his father's wailing.For a while, Ankang felt that life was too hard, so hard that he could not see the meaning of life.

It wasn't until his father's voice finally faded that Ankang turned around and opened the door again, then closed it again, pretending to be home, and called to the bedroom: "Dad, I'm back. I'll go to the bathroom first."

After calming down, Ankang went to the toilet, washed his face, and looked at himself in the mirror, but the corners of his eyes were slightly red, so he was relieved, went to the dormitory, and turned on the light.

The light in the dormitory was dim and dim, and the father, who was sweating in pain, naturally did not notice the strangeness of his son.

Ankang squatted on the edge of the bed and called softly, "Dad?"

The man on the bed opened his eyes slightly and looked at Ankang. There were traces of force on his forehead, probably trying to bear the pain: "Ankang is back."

Ankang's voice was a little choked, he cleared his throat pretending nothing happened, and replied: "Yeah." He got up and sat on the edge of the bed, tucked the corner of the quilt for his father, and asked, "Is it still hurting? Why don't you eat?" Medicine?" Ankang's eyes fell on the bedside table, which still contained a lot, but it has not been touched today.

Dad An didn't respond, but asked, "How do you feel about going to school today?"

Ankang knew that his father felt that the medicine would not be reimbursed, so he endured it and passed it. He was not willing to take it, so he lowered his head to tuck in the quilt.

There was a strange smile on Dad Ann's face, which was mixed with the expectation and self-harm of a father: "Is it because I didn't have a good rest and didn't keep up with my homework? Why don't we stop doing that translation and have a good night?" Get a good night's sleep. A penny is worth a penny, this translator can earn so much money, how can he not be punished."

Ankang never told Dad An that he had quit school to work part-time. He only told Dad An that he earned three to four thousand yuan a month by going home at night and doing some translation.Dad An, who only had a junior high school education, always believed in his son and didn't think too much about it.The reason for such persuasion is nothing more than feeling sorry for this son.

Ankang endured it, but still didn't hold back, and revealed: "Dad, I want to stop studying and go out to work to earn money to treat your illness."

"No!" As if he had been greatly stimulated by something, Dad An almost jumped up from the bed, coughing anxiously: "Ping, usually, I will follow you whatever you say, just, just, cough, this won't work !"

"Why not?" Ankang supported his father, and slowly comforted him with one hand, but looked at the wall with some disappointment in his eyes.

Father An was gently supported by Ankang, stuffed a pillow behind him, and sat against the head of the bed.It's just that those weather-beaten hands are still holding Ankang tightly at this time: "Absolutely not, don't even think about this idea. If you do this, there will be no future, so how can I go underground to see your mother?" That is, that is, I have spoiled my own son!" At the end, the voice of the man over half a century old was a little hoarse.In Dad An's heart, children from poor families can only find a way out if they study hard.His health is already suffering enough, he, who lives half his life by hanging, can no longer drag his son down...

Ankang patted Dad An's hand, indicating that he understood.

Only then did An's father calm down slowly: his son has been sensible enough since he was a child, so he must have taken care of him.

Ankang's eyes were a little wet again. He took advantage of the situation to get up, took out the pack of special medicine from the medicine box on the bedside table, opened several thermos cups next to him, tried the water temperature, and chose from the water bottles placed on the ground. One poured the boiled water that was boiled this morning, mixed the boiled water into a cup, tried it again, and felt that the water temperature was right, and handed it to Dad An's mouth: "Take your medicine. I made a lot of money by translating those things this month." , one or two packs of medicine is indispensable for my dad."

Dad An's eyes are actually very hesitant. Although he has not dealt with the situation at home, he still knows a lot about it.It turned out that the money Huier had saved was burned in the hospital after her accident.Now the family does not know how much foreign debt they have, and when he can save it, he still wants to save it.In this way, the son might be able to stay up less late and suffer less.

But seeing Ankang's insistence, An's father, who knew his son's stubborn temper, understood that it would be impossible not to take the medicine, so he had to take it.

While Papa An was taking the medicine, Ankang went out with the spittoon and toilet in the house, and was still chatting with Papa An: "The window is closed these days, is the smell too bad? Or I'll come back at noon for a while, Close it when you leave?"

Dad An was trying to put the water glass back on the bed, but when he heard that his hand shook, the thermos bottle fell to the ground, and the water flowed all over the floor.Dad An had the nerve to joke: "Yaoer, your dad has caused you trouble again." As he said that, he pulled the paper on the bed and went to wipe the floor.

Ankang wanted to rush back when he heard the sound of the water cup hitting the ground, but he still had work in hand, so he could only try to find a way to tear off the gloves he had just put on, wash his hands and then rush out.

When Ankang walked in, Ankang bent over and was poking down a little bit. Ankang breathed a sigh of relief and complained: "What do you say is not a disaster? Don't do it. I'll get a mop." Turning around, I saw Father An falling down unconsciously.

Only then did Ankang realize that something was wrong, and walked back with a blank mind, seeing Papa An's eyes closed, his face pale, with a smile on his mouth, and his head fell into the water marks.Ankang was cold from head to toe. When he went to help Ank's father, his hands were shaking: "Dad?"

No one responded.

"dad--"

120's "Help, Help" drove all the way from the No. [-] Hospital to Ankang's home in less than ten minutes, but Ankang felt as if he had been waiting by his bedside for a century holding the phone.After making the phone call just now, he has already dug out all the family money, passbook, identity certificate, and medical card, and now he seems to have nothing to do except stay by his father's side.

Every minute and every second of waiting, Ankang felt tormented.He breathed a sigh of relief when the paramedics arrived.It’s just that the ambulance still couldn’t speed up on the road. Ankang was anxious and wished he could clear all the speeding cars that were changing lanes, but all he could do was pray in the car: “Please, there are people in the car waiting for help. Please.” Please get out of the way, good people are rewarded. If my dad is okay, I will definitely repay you—”

"But what do I have to repay you?" Ankang's mind went blank for a long time: "It seems that I have nothing to repay this world."

When Ankang was in a trance, he saw a beautiful red supercar in the rearview mirror patiently following the ambulance at a low speed.He said quietly in his heart: "Good people are rewarded with good rewards."

When he arrived at the hospital, his face was covered with tears, Ankang wiped it casually, and watched Dad An being pushed into the emergency room, then quickly pushed into the operating room, and then watching the door of the operating room open and close, closed and opened, but always No one came out to ask: Where are Anshun's family members?

Ankang couldn't describe the feeling in his heart, he just felt empty.He hoped that the next person would call him himself, but also hoped that it wasn't.Just like this, I stayed up, and I stayed up until nine o'clock in the evening.A tired doctor in surgical gown came out and asked, "Is Anshun's family here?"

"Yes, yes!" Due to the limited chairs outside the operating room, Ankang, who had been squatting in the corner for a long time, limped over with his slightly numb lower body. Perhaps because Ankang's face looked too tender, the doctor asked more questions. He asked, "Are there any other family members?"

Ankang was stunned. The doctor might have seen his discomfort, and continued: "The patient is out of danger, but he may still need to be monitored in the intensive care unit for the next few days. If he wakes up in time and his condition is stable, he can be transferred to the hospital. General ward."

Ankang suppressed the grievance and surprise in his heart, and thanked the doctor excitedly: "Thank you! Thank you doctor! Thank you so much! You have worked hard! Thank you, thank you very much."

The doctor nodded: "You're welcome." He turned around and walked back, halfway there, suddenly turned back, and added to the young man who was still standing there, looking exhausted, crying and laughing: strong."

Ankang looked at the back of the doctor, and tears flowed again unconsciously. Before he could wipe them off, a chubby hand holding a square scarf stretched out beside him. Looking over, he found that it was a girl with pigtails , as if just breaking free from her mother's arms.

The girl's mother nodded slightly in greeting, and Ankang also nodded slightly in return before squatting down, before she had time to say a word to the little girl.The little girl's hand was already clutching a square scarf and rubbing it roughly on his face.

Ankang smiled through his tears, and said softly, "Thank you."

The little girl didn't hold back at all, and said generously, "You're welcome. But my mother said that a man bleeds, sweats and doesn't cry. This Papa is for you, you have to remember it."

Ankang glanced at the woman sitting behind, she smiled at him and nodded, he wiped his face, smiled, and took the square scarf: "Okay, a man bleeds, sweats and doesn't shed tears. "

The little girl replied with an old-fashioned "Yes", then turned around and ran back to her mother, and climbed up.

The people around the woman just got up and chased after their relatives, and Ankang sat down.

Before the woman could speak, the little girl spoke first: "Brother, are you waiting for your father to come out?"

Ankang: "Well, I'm also waiting for my father to come out."

The little girl then asked: "Your father's leg was also stolen, do you need to find a way to get it back?"

Ankang glanced at the woman who was watching them talking, and asked.The woman hugged the little girl's waist and shook her head slightly.Ankang said: "Well, my father has also had a lot of things stolen and needs to be sent here to get them back."

The little girl didn't see the eyebrow-eye lawsuit between Ankang and her mother, but looked back at the operating room with fascination: "The people who rob things are really bad. Then I will work here in the future, helping many fathers to rob them back. stolen things."

The woman knocked the girl on the head with a bit of reproach: "Nonsense, where are there many fathers? If you talk like this, others will laugh at you!"

The little girl didn't seem too convinced, kicked her legs in the woman's arms, and said in a childlike voice: "No way! You see, my brother didn't laugh at me!"

Ankang was not easy to answer, and smiled at the little girl.

The little girl frowned, and asked suspiciously: "Brother, I kindly want to help you, and I want to help you father, do you want to laugh at me too?"

The woman patted the little girl's head again, and the girl puffed up her mouth angrily, Ankang hurriedly said, "But you only have one father."

The little girl diverted her attention, and looked at Ankang again: "My father was originally only one."

This time, the two adults laughed out loud.

The woman rubbed the place where the little girl was hit just now, kissed the little girl, and added: "Then you should make it clear that you are a father who helps others?"

The little girl frowned, as if caught in a new round of entanglement.

The door of the operating room suddenly opened, and a man with his eyes closed was pushed out. The little girl didn't care about the entanglement anymore, and ran over in three steps at a time, calling "Daddy" softly, and the woman also followed.

Ankang looked at the backs of them walking away, and got up and went to the self-service counter on the first floor. After paying the fee, he turned on his mobile phone and searched the cost of the ICU for a day. When he was looking at the search results, he suddenly received a call. Yuehua club's test phone number.

The voice on the other end of the phone was so noisy that people couldn't hear it clearly, and Ankang could only hear: "...Is that Ankang?"

Thinking of Father An, Ankang squeezed his palms and forced himself to answer calmly: "Yes."

"You can come to Yuehua for an interview at ten o'clock tomorrow night. You'd better bring your health report."

"...Okay." The phone hung up crisply, and there was only a "beep-beep-beep" sound on the other end.

Ankang, 20, sat on a bench on the first floor of the hospital lobby and stayed overnight.

When the dawn of the next day came, he tried his best to cheer himself up—not only could he not lose Yuehua's job, but he also wanted to find a way to see if he could raise more money in these two days through the opportunity of work .

"As long as Dad can wake up, as long as Dad can wake up." Ankang gave the reason why he still needs to persist.

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