Little mortals' dreams come true

When the doorbell rang, Fang Qing was taking a shower and brushing her hair.He is a bit strange, except for Li Fan, he usually doesn't take the initiative to invite friends to his house.At this point, the property owner should have already left work, so who else will be there?

He didn't open the door directly, but turned on the monitoring of the smart doorbell. When he saw Han Sheng's face, he was surprised for a moment, then a surge of anger rose, he turned off the monitoring, and turned back to the living room.

In fact, when Han Sheng came looking for him at first, he really didn't know where Li Fan was.As agreed, Li Fan did not say goodbye to him, but left quietly alone.Fang Qing knew that Li Fan must also need to calm down alone, but he hadn't contacted him for nearly a week, and he was also very worried, inevitably a little anxious. When talking to Han Sheng, his tone became uncontrollably rushed, but Han Sheng was aggressive. The look completely pissed him off.Later, after Li Fan contacted him, he never talked to Han Sheng again.

Han Sheng rang the doorbell for a while, but nothing happened.He knew that Fang Qing was at home, and Fang Qing lived on the sixth floor. The window in the bedroom was on the front of the building. When Han Sheng went upstairs, he looked up.

The blows of the past few days made Han Sheng a little numb. He stood alone in the empty corridor, staring at the closed door, pressing the small button on the door one after another.

The sharp doorbell pierced straight into the temple, stirring the nerves that had been tense for days like steel needles.

In the end, he seemed to have forgotten what he was doing, and just mechanically repeated the movements on his hands.Exhaustion was like a viscous liquid, stuffing him airtightly inside. Only the sound of the doorbell could make him feel the hope of escape.

The phone rang, and Han Sheng's hand on the door froze for a moment. He reached into his pocket and took a look. It was a message from Fang Qing:

Don't press it, I won't open it, don't make me angry.

Han Sheng took a deep breath, turned around and leaned against the door, the soreness in his shoulders eased a bit, but the tingling pain in his feet remained unchanged.

He bowed his head and replied the edited message:

I have been waiting outside the door.

Finally, after a moment of hesitation, he added:

Please.

He leaned his back against the door, bent down and pressed his calf. When he got up, he was a little dizzy, probably because he hadn't eaten dinner. Thinking of this, his stomach also ached.

Instead of ringing the doorbell now, he simply sat down by the door and stared at the lights in the corridor in a daze.

Looking at the lamp for a long time, there will be black shadows passing by in front of my eyes, and then the surrounding things will be submerged in the darkness little by little, and only the beam of light that I don't know how far or near can be seen.

It was very quiet, so quiet that I didn't know where I was. There was no road in front of me, and there was darkness behind me, so I could only stay where I was.

Then, the familiar black mist poured in from all directions, filling the limbs and bones.

Han Sheng frowned, stretched out his hand and squeezed the corner of his eye.Recently, this feeling has appeared more and more often, especially during the more than a week of staying in that small city, sometimes walking in the crowd, sometimes standing in front of a small restaurant on the street, sometimes sitting alone In the last row of the last train back to the city... Although he was no longer as helpless as when he was young, the feeling that even his breathing was being choked still often made him break out in cold sweat.

Fortunately, this feeling didn't last long today. Han Sheng wiped his face and looked around, trying to divert his attention.He was a little bit dumbfounded to find that there were two bags of garbage at the door, just beside him.Originally, he wanted to get up, but he tried to move, and felt his whole body ached. After thinking about it, he gave up.

Maybe I have to stay here all night today, so don't waste your energy.

Thinking about it, he didn't even bother to look away from the garbage bag.

The garbage bags were not tied very tightly, and one of them was too full, revealing a small piece of paper shell, which should be a courier box with a small piece of courier slip that was not torn clean.Although the distance is not far, the characters are a bit small, and I can't read them clearly. I can only half guess and see a few characters with fewer strokes:

Person X: X Fan.

Han Sheng smiled wryly, closed his eyes slightly, and was so bored that he sat on the floor and observed the trash.The next moment, a vague word suddenly flashed in front of his eyes. He trembled as if he had been electrocuted, turned around suddenly, put one hand on the ground, and bent over to get close to the bag of garbage.

Recipient: Li Fan.

The front was torn off, and the word "Li" was covered by a small part of the red marker, but Han Sheng could see clearly that it was indeed Li Fan's name.

Suddenly, cold sweat soaked his back, and there was a buzzing sound in his head, as if an electric current had flowed into his limbs, making his body go limp, and he almost fell to the ground, and then, as if a surge of power had been injected, it swept away instantly. Soreness in limbs.

He didn't know whether the incomplete part was written on the sender or the recipient. Anyway, there was probably an address on it!

He propped himself up quickly and got up, squatting and kneeling in front of the garbage bag, his outstretched hands trembling uncontrollably.He couldn't wait to untie the bag properly, and directly pulled the knotted place on his fingers and pulled it hard. The plastic bag is very tough, and it was stretched a lot before it split, and the overfilled garbage immediately scattered. A few rolls of fruit peel bounced onto Han Sheng's trouser legs, then slid down and landed on the smooth upper.

The peel had oxidized to brown, and there was a faint rotten smell, but Han Sheng didn't seem to feel it at all. He reached out and pushed aside a group of debris that he didn't know what it was, and took the flattened small paper box away. stand up.

The list on the small paper box has been torn off, only a small corner with the name written on it remains, and it is estimated that the torn part has also been broken into pieces.

It doesn't matter, you can put it together, just put it together.

Han Sheng held the paper box with one hand, and flicked through the debris scattered all over the floor with the other, but he searched inside and out, but couldn't find a scrap of paper.

Before he had time to think about it, he stretched out his hand to another garbage bag. Because he was flustered, his hands were shaking violently. When he tore open the second bag, he was scratched by something like a plastic sheet, which hurt a little, but The next second, when he saw a few pieces of paper mixed in a pile of pecan shells, the pain disappeared immediately.

very good……

He looked like an absentee who had dug a gold mine, his eyes glowed when he looked at a few dirty scraps of paper.He picked out the pieces of paper, flicked off the nut shells stuck to them, and carefully placed them together.

The pieces of paper were not torn to shreds, but some were obviously missing. He rummaged through a pile of messy waste again, and saw that the shreds of paper were gradually increasing, and he could almost put them together, so he moved. The body found a small unoccupied space, picked up the pieces of paper one by one, and put them together with concentration.

After picking and picking and trying for a while, he really let him spell out more than half of it. The information is quite complete. You can see that the words left on the carton are connected together:

Sender: Li Fan.

The top row is the sender's address. Han Sheng tried to compare the piece in his hand, and it just connected to the front crack, but this piece was stained by something, red, and a little wet. , like blood... Han Sheng's hand paused, and when he turned it over, his palm was sticky.It should be the place where it was scratched just now. The place from the little finger to the half of the palm is split. The wound is not very deep. It probably was pulled out by rummaging around just now, and now it is bleeding out.

Han Sheng wanted to use his other hand to take out the tissue in his pocket, lifted it halfway, glanced at a small piece of residue stuck to his fingertips, thought for a while, put down his hand again, and wiped the blood on his palm. Rubbing on his knees, he continued to fiddle with the paper in his hand.

The small piece of writing that was wet was a bit blurred, but it can still be seen after careful identification:

East District of Mingchuan City, S City...

There is a small piece missing from the back.

Han Sheng stared at the vague words for a moment, then suddenly smiled.

S City, Li Fan was indeed there, that small city with mountains and water, that place where he wandered aimlessly for more than a week.

Great, this box was really sent by Li Fan, not before leaving, but from the place that he tried his best but couldn't find it.

East District, he remembered, he also went around, maybe he really passed by the place where Li Fan was...

There is still a small piece left, and this small piece should be a residential area. Judging by the size of the missing piece, there may even be specific floors. That's it, we'll find it soon.

Great……

Han Sheng smiled at the pile of garbage by himself for a while, his face froze, and then he seemed to wake up again, rummaging at a faster speed.The fragments in my hand have been used up, and apart from the gap at the address, there is also a missing piece in the front of the assembled part.But it doesn't matter, as long as you find that little piece, it's enough.

Immediately, almost...

Finally, he opened an oiled paper bag containing peach cakes, and saw a piece of paper that fit the shape. He stretched out his hand ecstatically...

"Day! Where did the lunatic pick up trash and pick up Laozi's door!"

Someone walked up behind Han Sheng, yelled in a rough voice, and kicked the can that rolled to the side, and the can bounced and hit Han Sheng's back.

Han Sheng's eyes were full of that piece of paper, and he didn't want to take care of it, but just as his outstretched hand was about to touch the piece of paper, the person behind him suddenly shoveled over with his foot, and the waste slag all over the ground exploded and threw himself on Han Sheng. , The piece of paper was buried somewhere, and even the half of the completed list was flooded into the ruins again.

"I. Fuck. Your uncle!"

Han Shengteng stood up suddenly, because his legs were still numb after kneeling for a long time, he staggered a bit while holding on to the wall, and using his hands to brace himself, he rushed towards the man.

That man was a head shorter than Han Sheng, but he was big and round, and he swung his arms without hesitation.Han Sheng's stomach, which was already aching, was punched firmly, and bitter water immediately appeared in his throat.But he didn't seem to feel it, and he didn't dodge, he clenched his fist and hit it hard.

The fist was numb from the shock, and the palm of the hand didn't know whether it was blood or sweat, and it became even more wet.His back hit the wall and there was a muffled sound, but he couldn't hear anything clearly, only the buzzing in his head, and his eyes were blood red.

Punch after punch, hitting like venting, I can't tell where I hit, and I can't tell which part of the opponent's fist landed on the body, and I can't tell whether it is hitting more people or getting hit more... …