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"you."

Zheng Xiaozhou saw this tattered little dirty monkey again, with his hands on the school fence and his body hanging up lightly, his eyes were bright and glass-like looking inside, and when he heard Zheng Xiaozhou greet him, he was a little bit Hesitantly about to leave, he took a closer look at Zheng Xiaozhou and stopped moving.

Zheng Xiaozhou walked over with a smile, passed a few doves over the fence, and asked, "Did you take this last time? Don't take it again, you will be caught and wait to be beaten."

Zheng Xiaozhou didn't use the word "steal".The child was silent for a moment, took the chocolate, but did not open it to eat, but treasured it and stuffed it into his pants.His trousers were all torn, and Zheng Xiaozhou watched him stuff chocolate into his underwear.

...Awesome/forceful.Zheng Xiaozhou didn't want to talk to him anymore, so he turned around and left. Last time he was on vacation, he saw this little thing sneaking around in the supermarket. This month, he has been poking around the fence. He watched it when he was on duty. I've read it several times, and I couldn't resist buying it for him after class today.

When he turned the corner, he glanced away and saw that the child was still standing there. He smiled, walked back backwards with his pockets in his pocket, and asked helplessly, "What's there to see in this crappy school?"

The child gave him a serious look. There was something stubborn growing in his dark eyes. He stared at Zheng Xiaozhou until he disappeared into the teaching building. Then he silently climbed down to a small alley. go.At the end of the alley is a dilapidated iron gate with two red paintings to ward off evil spirits, and there are small and shabby advertisements pasted on it, unlocking the lock safely, repairing the sewer, range hood, housekeeping and tutoring, Miss Bao's furniture sale, more life than life.

The child skillfully took out the key and opened the lock. The small yard was very messy, with piles of waste paper and books piled up in hills, sacks of plastic bottles and cans, and old clothes in a mess. Scrap copper and rotten iron.The child quietly bypassed the pile of rubbish, and pushed open the door of the inner room. An old man was lying on the bed, breathing hard. The old man was so hunchbacked that he could only lie on his side. He watched the child come in, and tried to sit up , There was a hint of tenderness in the chaotic eyes.

Without saying a word, the child took out a bunch of chocolates from his pants, peeled them and handed them to the old man.The old man was stunned, a little angry, "Are you stealing?"

The child shook his head in a panic, "... here, brother... here, no... no, steal."

The old man looked at him without speaking.

The child was a little anxious, and he stammered and said, "School... school, so... good-looking, brother... brother, here, don't steal, don't..."

Seeing that he looked like he was about to cry, the old man sighed, "...Don't take things from others indiscriminately in the future. If you take it, you will have to pay for it."

The child stopped talking, and stubbornly lifted the chocolate to the old man's mouth, and said softly, "You... eat."

The old man took a bite out of his hand and found that it tasted like hazelnuts. He sighed inwardly, this child is so old, and he can still remember what happened eight years ago so clearly. He ate this child when he came back. A piece of hazelnut chocolate, he has remembered for so many years.

The child was also miserable. When he was four years old, he was separated from his family and was taken away by human traffickers. After a long meal, the child became ill. At that time, an epidemic suddenly broke out. The human traffickers saw him with a high fever and were scared to death, so they threw the child to the side of the road and ran away. up.He, an old man who collects rags, looked at it and carried him back.After burning all night, I woke up the next day and stopped talking.He didn't say anything, just stared blankly.It has only gotten better in recent years, but when I talk, I stutter.When asked about his past, he only said that his name was Aran.The old man took a lot of effort to understand that the child got separated when he went out to play with his parents. An aunt covered his nose with a handkerchief and carried him away.I don't remember anything else, including my parents' names.I can't write the characters yet, and I don't know which characters they are.

The old man raised him for eight years.In the beginning, Aran picked up trash, and when he reached the age, he was sent to elementary school, and worked hard to make it to the sixth grade.

But the old man felt that his bones were a little weak, his lungs were old, and the old man always felt that he would not be able to survive the winter.We got away with it last year, maybe this year.

What about Aran.

The old man turned his back and lay down. The corner of his right eye was itchy. He raised his hand to cover his eyes.

Do not let children see.

The child stood silently for a long time, wrapped the chocolate and put it on the bedside, and ran out the door. It was high time for school to be over.It looks good that my brother will come out to eat and pass by that path.He can watch the handsome brother over the fence.

He heard his brother's name once, and a man with a cold face called him from a distance: "Zheng Xiaozhou."

Is it the words he can write?

Zheng, Xiao and Zhou.

Brother Xiaozhou.

Ah Ran suddenly became excited, and he murmured the name in his mouth, stuttering a bit.Aran frowned, concentrated on controlling himself not to stutter, and practiced dozens of times to get better.He slowed down and watched the rush of people seriously, and the saxophone broadcasting home was everywhere.

Zheng Xiaozhou yawned and walked on the small road. It was October, and the leaves had faded to a dense old yellow. One piece fell from his eyes, and he reached out to catch it casually. When he looked up, his eyes casually met the child on the fence. Right on.

Zheng Xiaozhou is happy, what's the matter with this kid, he keeps running here.He walked over and handed the leaf to him, and the child shook his hands, and solemnly took it with both hands, as if he was receiving a jade seal passed down to the country.The more Zheng Xiaozhou watched, the more he wanted to laugh. He stretched out his hand and snorted on his dirty messy hair, and asked, "How old are you? Didn't you go to school? You run here all day long."

The child looked at Ye Zi, then at Zheng Xiaozhou, and suddenly read word by word.

"Xiao Zhou, brother, brother."

Zheng Xiaozhou was a little surprised, how did this little guy know his name.

"it is good."

Zheng Xiaozhou chuckled, squinting his eyes to tease him, "Do you know me, just say I'm good? Little boy, just give me a piece of candy. Believe it or not, I'll sell you to the ravine."

The child ignored his words, looked into his eyes, put his dirty hands on his chest, and said, "Aran."

Zheng Xiaozhou yawned, his eyes were a little wet, and he called out along with him, "Yeah, Ah Ran."

Aran stared at the drops of water hanging on his fine eyelashes, and stuttered inattentively, "Ten... ten, ten, two. Six... grades, let go, let go... let's learn."

Zheng Xiaozhou realized that he was answering his own question, and clicked his tongue twice. This kid is still stuttering.

He felt a little hungry. He stopped when he was about to leave, and asked, "Have you eaten tonight? Is there anyone in your family? Why do you look like a little beggar."

The little beggar tried hard to answer his question.Zheng Xiaozhou was silent for a while, then pushed his arms towards the fence and rolled over.He lightly pressed the child's head with his hands, and carried him to his restaurant.Zheng Xiuyi saw that the youngest son who was staying at the hotel came back without authorization, and brought a child who looked like a beggar. He was angry at first, and was about to curse, when he suddenly saw the child's eyes, and he opened his mouth but did not make a sound.

Zheng Xiuyi went into the kitchen, and after a while, two bowls of beef noodles were brought out, with eggs beaten on top, and put on the table.Zheng Xiaozhou smiled and blew a kiss to his mother, Zheng Xiuyi ignored it and continued to work.She always felt that this child looked familiar, those puppy-like eyes, nose and mouth, so familiar.

She was brushing the bowls and thinking about it, when suddenly her heart moved, her hands slipped, and a bowl slammed against the wall of the sink. She wanted to take it again, but her hands kept trembling and she couldn't control it.

Back then when Zhe Qiming and Zhe Qiming were studying in Guangzhou, Zhe Qiming took her to a friend's party. His young daughter-in-law had just such a pair of eyes, this nose and mouth, and that girl named Lang Zheng. It's like carving out a mold.With a raised nose and thin lips, and dog-like eyes, this can't be the child of those two, can it?

How could their children be here?How could the children raised by the wealthy families in the south come here and still look like this?

She hadn't contacted Zhe Qiming for so many years. She dropped out of school and returned to her hometown when she was pregnant with Xiaozhou. Zhe Qiming had to marry that woman and she couldn't help it.Who is not bitten by a dog when he is young?For a family like theirs, if you want to match each other, if you want to raise the case, you can't pick anything.If you want to blame, blame the man for being too cowardly, and the girl is always dreaming.

Fortunately, Xiaozhou looks like himself, and there is not much shadow of that old dog.If you want to talk about similarity, it's just ears. After the thin earlobes of their old Zhe's family, they look widowed and flirtatious. I don't know how many people they will provoke in this life.

It's all fucking fate, and no one can stop the damn thing.who cares.

Zheng Xiuyi frowned, told Zheng Shusheng to watch the store, went to the bedroom on the second floor, and found a sandalwood box after rummaging through boxes and chests. Inside, a pair of suet jade bracelets lay peacefully on the deep red velvet cloth, with a warm halo. , as thin as fat.

Why is it so broad, double jump around the wrist.

Ah Xiu.

Zheng Xiuyi sneered, and said to fuck you, took out the bracelet, buckled the velvet cloth, and pulled out a piece of yellowed torn paper, with a line of address on it, and a line of phone number starting with 9, the words were still the same. The willow body, every stroke and stroke is strong, if only a person is half as strong as this character.

The big brother at that time is definitely not used now, but the address... the old Zhe family house should not be easy to change.Zheng Xiuyi didn't know how to surf the Internet very much, and she didn't think about whether she could find things through the Internet. She didn't dare to enter the police station, so she thought about taking a photo and sending it to ask if it was right or not.

Zheng Xiuyi turned on her phone and went downstairs, carefully took a picture of the table, the two children had finished their noodles.Xiao Zhou was telling him to wash his face and hands. When he came back, he was much cleaner. Zheng Xiuyi became more and more frightened when he saw it. He took two more pictures of him and went to the small supermarket next door to print them. He simply wrote a letter and threw it away together. In the mailbox.The child was stuttering and couldn't speak clearly, so if he didn't know anything, if he was the son of the two of them, it was a gamble.

There was an old song in the small restaurant, Zheng Xiaozhou leaned on the back of the chair with his legs on the chair, and hummed along, the child listened quietly, his eyes fixed on Zheng Xiaozhou for a moment.

Zheng Xiuyi took a long breath, walked straight into the kitchen.

The youngest son learned Cantonese from the dishes in the restaurant.There are a bunch of old songs in the machine, all in Cantonese.When she was studying, she liked to sing these songs to Zhe Qiming.The young student wearing gold-rimmed glasses smiled and listened, put his arm around and bowed his head to kiss her lips, whispering love words to her.

Who can privately own Mount Fuji with love

Why don't you assume the feeling of sadness is something you made up

Can't find it in the test tube stains the eyes

Who can ask Mount Fuji to be privately owned by love.

no one.

You like this mountain, you can't move it.

It is its own, and no one else can own it.

Uncle is squatting on a chair and begging for a comment

When Ah Ran grew up, he became Gong San.

How is the update speed bro? (touching head and laughing silly)