The old Gong who slept on my upper bunk

It ended with silence on both sides.

It's just that the conversation ended without a problem, but when Tang Zihao picked up the broom again, he calmed down the resentment in his heart a little.

As night fell, Mom and Dad went home.

Adhering to the Chinese tradition of thrift and thrift, the couple walked around the city on foot, just looking around and not buying anything.

Looking at their empty hands, Tang Zihao heaved a sigh of relief: Although they won't make any money, at least they won't waste it.

Father Tang poked his head into the utility room, then nodded contentedly, patted Tang Zihao on the shoulder, was stared back at him, washed up briefly, and rolled off to sleep.

Tang Zihao was wrapped in a coat, and went out after the two of them had fallen asleep.

County P is located on the edge of City C. Although it is next to a big river, its development is still as slow as ever.

A few years ago, in a newly emerging town, a new industrial zone was built, which can be said to be unprecedented. Coupled with various speculations by the county media, the reputation has spread far and wide.

Tang Zihao took the last bus to the location of the industrial park.

It's just that he didn't apply for the job as a worker engineer with enthusiasm, but he was looking for a person—a dead person.

That person is the helper.

When he died, he was still a seventeen or eighteen-year-old child, and his family buried him here.

The outer edge of the industrial park is a barren mountain, where the low grave of the gang leader is located.

Because children are not worthy of having a normal grave, their burial place after birth is often just a small dirt bag.

In the woods, a thick branch was stuck on this unremarkable little soil bag, and a white hanging paper was hung on the branch.

Tang Zihao straightened his clothes, and respectfully squatted down in front of Tucao.

"If you die, you die. Why do you still ask your people to bother me? Master, you really think I'm working for you."

He stroked the hanging paper with his hands: "Whenever I come back, I'll hang one for you too. You old man, take it easy down there, and you're free to fool around. You'll never be able to live forever. Let me see where you can get back on your feet." great cause."

"Also, if your old man has a spirit in heaven, bless me to become rich overnight before I turn 20, okay? I'm your brother too."

……

He sighed, squeezed his throat, and said, "I'm not in this way after all. I don't know what Zhong Er meant by finding someone to stare at me."

The strong wind blew the hanging paper upside down.

"I went the wrong way for a while, is there really someone who wants to pester me to death? There are really people."

At the end of the conversation, Tang Zihao patted the soil firmly and stood up slowly.

There are usually two kinds of people who can gather a group of unscrupulous teenagers to make troubles all day long.

One is the kind who are from a superior family background and domineering. They love the pleasure brought by indulgence, and they challenge the authority repeatedly by relying on their family's great business and great backing.

One is the kind of people who have nothing and are poor to the bone, the so-called "proletariat".

The cost of trial and error for this kind of person is extremely low, so as long as you have the courage, everything is not difficult at the beginning, and what you need to win over friends is the courage of the bear and leopard who are not afraid of anything.

The gang leader happens to be the second type.

It's just that he got into trouble and went out of bounds, and kicked someone's gun.

He has a clean background, his parents divorced early, and they traveled all over the world long ago, and no one pursued it. This matter is like turning the pages of a book lightly, and it passed without a breeze.

It's just that his grandma, who once depended on him for life, doesn't think so.When the old man heard the bad news, he cried so hard that day that he was in a trance, and finally went directly to the local nursing home, enjoying another kind of family happiness.

Tang Zihao had been there several times, of course the old man didn't know him, he was almost numb.

He even wanted to send her to die, not because he was insane, but because he felt that this kind of life would be better than being killed with a knife.

It's just that he hasn't come back for so many years, this time he is not interested in going, but is very interested in the paper hanging on the head of the gang leader's grave, I don't know where it came from.

If it was Zhong Er, it would be interesting.

Tang Zihao was spitting mist, and his nose was red from the cold.

Cells all over his body are telling him "I'm so tired", but he just can't sleep.

It has been a long time.

He just couldn't fall asleep, and sometimes he would be awakened by disorganized dreams after sleeping vaguely for several hours, because of this he even suspected that he was suffering from depression.

There is no longer a bus to go back, and the taxi is 90.00% of Jiudukeng in the dead of night, and the price can be doubled according to the daytime price.

Tang Zihao thought for a while, and finally made a detour to a tube building, and pried open a door with ease.

The old house is a bit old, but fortunately it can keep out the wind.

This building will be demolished soon. Because of this, many people have found a house in advance and moved out. Now, apart from the old, the weak, the sick and the disabled in these buildings, they are just "beggars" like him who ruined the house.

He curled up in a small corner of the room, his phone was out of battery, and he didn't bring a cigarette. He was bored but couldn't find any sleepiness.

In desperation, he went out and turned around.

However, with just this inadvertent glance, his fine hairs stood on end, and almost fell out of the hair follicles.

In the dark night, downstairs there is a person who is more familiar with colors than those around him, who is looking up and staring at him like nails with a pair of glowing eyes.

☆, n-year itch

"Hey," Tang Zihao said in an almost enthusiastic tone, "good evening."

The man didn't say a word, and stood up straight silently.

Tang Zihao has been persecuted by electronic products for many years, his eyes are not very good, he can't see the appearance of that person clearly, he can only judge by his feeling that he is looking at himself.

His eyes seemed to be glowing.

After a long while of silence, Tang Zihao finally felt something was wrong.He took a few steps forward, but the man didn't move.

He stepped back again, and the man's steps moved forward a little.

Tang Zihao was facing to the left, and the man's head was also facing to the left, and his body tended to lean to the left.

Tang Zihao: "Damn it."

His back felt cold, and his first reaction was to run.

The building was in disrepair for a long time, and the residents were too tired to clean it. In addition, the condition itself was not good. When running, it brought up a burst of cement dust. Tang Zihao shook the floor like a cloud and fog.

Could it be that Zhong Er belongs to the category of brown sugar?Why are you so sticky?Tang Zihao thought while running.

This dilapidated city is as exquisite as honeycomb coal. Each floor of a building is equipped with stairs in the left and right middle, which is very convenient for escaping.

In addition, it also has a more unique advantage - underground tunnels.

A whole residential area is not unconnected with each other, on the contrary, there are corresponding passages between seemingly isolated individuals.

He didn't know whether the revolutionary ancestors had ever fought tunnel warfare here, but if that person was a bastard, he was determined to chase him, and he didn't mind fighting guerrillas with him here.

Having worked in these places since he was a child, he knew the framework of this place like the back of his hand. Tang Zihao had the right time, place and people, and he always took advantage of it, so he felt a little confident in escaping.

When Tang Zihao ran to the bottom of the building, he didn't see the man, and went into the passage in a flash.

There were at least a few shaky lamps on the floor, but it was so dark that it was blinding.

Tang Zihao counted the number of steps down the ladder, perhaps because it was too long and misremembered the number of steps, the last foot stepped on the air and fell firmly to the ground.

Ate a mouthful of ashes.

Surrounded by the unpleasant smell of alkaline cement, Tang Zihao got up and walked to a corner by touching the wall.

He didn't even dare to breathe louder, he had to be on guard all the time when his heart beat out of the box.

The man's footsteps were getting closer and closer, and he was now approaching the entrance of the passage.

Tang Zihao only saw a shadowy human figure swaying at the entrance of the dimly lit passageway, and an inexplicable sense of familiarity rose in his heart-why did I seem to have seen this person before?

Because of the slightest sense of familiarity, he determined the identity of this person - Zhong's second-hand dog.

Just call Ergou.

Tang Zihao's useless hand was a little swollen.The past few days have been spent in bumps, busier than Jiang Yang's robbers who robbed houses, and suffered with others.

It's easy to talk during the day, or frown or smile, this feeling is fooled.

But at night, this kind of feeling that is not even painful will involve the nerves like tarsal maggots.

He held his breath, and tried his best to maintain the calmness of the descendants of the "breath-holding magic skill".

Ergou patrolled the entrance of the passage, sighed slightly, and disappeared like a god.

A big stone in Tang Zihao's heart fell to the ground temporarily, and he felt sleepy suddenly. Before he could care how familiar the man's sigh was, he fell asleep in the blink of an eye.

When I woke up, it was already dawn.

Those old men and women began to go out actively, singing and dancing in the square, and the sound was transmitted to the ground.

While admiring them for not being afraid of the severe cold and being healthy and healthy, Tang Zihao tried his best to make himself, who had turned into a mud monkey, look more like a dog.

Ergou just left?

Tang Zihao didn't come out in a hurry because of his worries. He went around in the underground tunnels, and the only thing he found was that this place was too fucking backward.

With the widening of the industrial area, the tube buildings will be knocked down by then. It stands to reason that the underground passage should be renovated so that it won't be so obtrusive.

After counting for 10 minutes, I went out with peace of mind.

The group of middle-aged and elderly residents who were half buried in the ground saw Tang Zihao, as if seeing a fairy descending from the earth, their eyes were full of admiration, and they almost threw themselves into their arms.

Afraid of causing unnecessary trouble, Tang Zihao pulled off the whirlwind leg and ran towards the station with a huff.

A vendor had been waiting here for a long time, smilingly stuffing breakfast into Tang Zihao's hands.

The latter unceremoniously took the steaming steamed stuffed bun, took two bites naturally, and then lowered his head to fiddle with his phone.

The merchant's smile froze in the cold wind.

"Uh, well, you haven't paid me yet."

Tang Zihao was slightly taken aback when he heard the words: "Oh, I thought you gave it to me for nothing."

"..."

He spread his hands and put on a seemingly innocent expression: "Brother, you see, I got up early in the morning to drive the car, the battery of my mobile phone was dead, and the cash in my pocket was only enough for the car. Please, can you pay on credit first?"

The man gave a smirk that looked like a fool.

As a member of the bottom class of society, Tang Zihao thought that he could at least be considerate of himself, so he said it politely, but he didn't expect that person to save face, and took out a small notepad in a little astonishment.

When Tang Zihao watched him write in his notebook "Someone credited a steamed stuffed bun on a certain day of a certain year", his nasolabial folds twitched a few times.

It happened that the car also came, and the poor were inconvenient to embarrass the poor. Tang Zihao consciously snatched the pen, wrote down his contact information, and signed the payment——Uncle Tang, and ran away at lightning speed.

The cool wind came in from the car window, and Tang Zihao was half paralyzed.

The eldest sister at the back said angrily: "Why do you open windows when it's so cold! You young people don't know how to see things when you grow up!"

Before the words were finished, the window was pulled shut with a "snap" by a rough hand.

Tang Zihao was unmoved, just staring at the undulating mountains in the distance, and the place where he spent the night gradually drifting away.

He let out a mouthful of white air, which stuck to the window.

When they got home, Tang's mother had already rolled out the cart to sell vegetables.But Tang's father was determined to sleep until the sun was high, like a lump of mud, his whole body was covered under the quilt, but one foot was exposed.

Tang Zihao covered him with a quilt angrily and with a smile, and ate the food left on the table.

In two days it will be the county celebration of P County, and he plans to take his old man and mother to visit.

The staff pulled up small colored flags on the street, colorful lanterns were hung on the street trees, and hydrogen balloons floating in mid-air were tied to the fence of the sidewalk.

It is said that today's county festival has branch venues in several places in the city, and special guests will come in person at that time. Each open-air venue can accommodate tens of thousands of people, so you can go to see it if it is not too crowded.

Tang Zihao is more keen on staying at home and playing Snake-Eating Snake—a mentally handicapped game.

It's just that Tang Zihao always has a feeling of "life is not long". These things may really have to be done this year.

Father Tang came out in a daze.

He opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

Tang Zihao thought in his heart: I dare to catch a cold.Some people specialize in their throat when they have a cold, and they are fine in other places, but they can't speak.

He gloated and waved to his father, and served him a bowl of soft rice that was half dry and not thin.

"Father, after two days of county celebrations, let's go for a walk."

Father Tang moved his lips, knowing that it was useless, he bowed his head and typed on the phone peacefully.

Write like this: Are you trying to tear yourself apart?How can your hand withstand the squeeze?

Tang Zihao: "Who is going to die like you, don't worry, I know it."

Father Tang: "When did my son become so filial? What did you say about me on the phone? You thought I didn't hear it?"

Tang Zihao: "..."

"What kind of show are you watching? Those people are dancing when they twist their buttocks in inappropriate clothes? If they yell nonsense at the top of their voices, that's singing? It's not like I don't know what it is."

Tang Zihao: "... lack of heart."

"They tricked you into participating in the event, and pocketed some money by the way. They pretended to buy souvenirs, and they cheated the common people. Do you understand, do you understand?"

Tang Zihao sighed from the bottom of his heart: "Old stuff, you are really picky, feudalism. You are called judging others by yourself. Just take a look. Buying things is based on feelings. We don't have much feelings. If you don't buy, you will be fine." .”

Tang's father knocked on the table while mouthing: "If you don't go, you just won't go."

"...Well, my son must be filial. This is how you perfected me. Dig me out of the grave when the time comes, let's talk about it."

Father Tang sent a mouthful of egg custard to Tang Zihao's mouth with a spoon.

"Are you crazy?"

Father Tang: "Sit down, I have something to tell you."

"ill."

"If you are not listening, sit down. Sit down if you are told to sit down."

Father Tang's familiarity with Jiugongge shocked everyone, thanks to his years of experience in coding on PHS.

He is an overprotective father who doesn't give his son enough verbal instruction. During the two years Tang Zihao started at XX school, he even specially packaged a monthly package of 150 text messages for [-] yuan, which was used to send text messages to his son.

And every time, he would be full and fill in the [-] characters specified in each text message before pressing the "send" button with complacency.

The contents of the text messages were similar, similar to the rules and regulations handed down by the class teachers. At first, Tang Zihao forced himself to read them out of respect, but later he found out that his father had developed a bad habit of drinking, so he listed him in the black without any hesitation. list.

Tang's father wrote like this: Erba, if I divorce your mother, who will you be with?

Tang Zihao responded to him with blank eyes: "You must be sick. Why do old couples get divorced? If you are going to get divorced, I will not support anyone."

Father Tang: You don't understand little baby's family, I really feel like I can't go on.

Can't make it through?Who does my mother go out early and return late to serve?You are still reasonable, what do you mean you can't go on?

Tang Zihao thought about it, and wanted to throw a plate over to him.

"Father, I feel worthless for my mother."

Father Tang shook his head almost in despair.

"Second baby, dad is very tired."

"Yes, I'm very tired after drinking too much, and I can't lift my strength to do anything. It's like being possessed by a ghost."

"You don't understand." Father Tang's fingers fluttered on the screen of the phone: "It's not the kind of physical fatigue that wears stars and moons, but the mental fatigue. Do you understand? The kind of tiredness that you complain about when you do homework, understand?"

He successfully turned Tang Zihao's confusion into a thick paste.

If this is the seven-year itch, it's too late.

Tang's father and Tang's mother were married for more than [-] years. They had a child before, which was Tang Zihao's eldest brother, but he died when he was a few years old. Tang's father never let go of him, so he called Tang Zihao "Second Baby".

And a few years later, the couple's love is comparable to that of passionate love, and the rate of turning heads is [-]% on the road.

It's uncomfortable that his previous single-mindedness was just pretending?

☆, lost

Father Tang kept his mouth shut, tapped the screen with one finger in a random manner, and typed out densely packed text under the influence of Lenovo.

Tang Zihao tossed and tossed all night, his eyelids seemed to be supported by wires, and the pain was unbearable.

"You don't want to say that I don't want to guess yet. I'm sleepy. I'll catch up on sleep." Tang Zihao stood up unsteadily: "By the way, remember to wash the dishes."

Tang's father sensitively captured the "catch up": "How dare you not settle down last night, kid?" While speaking, he glanced at Tang Zihao's shoes, as expected—it was covered with some mud.

"It's winter, what do you want to drink when you go out? Seeing that you are so cheap, your legs should be broken so that you can't go anywhere, and you won't stay at home honestly."

"There are too many things to do, eat your meal well, Dad, leave me alone." He waved his hand at Dad, and ended the topic in a simple and rude way, "If you keep arguing with your son, your son will have a split personality, he's really asleep .”

Taking advantage of the opportunity that his father was speechless, he stepped into the bedroom, his ears were rarely quiet for a moment, and he threw his clothes on the bed.

The space in the bedroom is also extremely limited. See if there is room for a bed, and there are still a bunch of junk that Tang Zihao didn't bring to school.

Father Tang's chopsticks came to his mouth, his face froze suddenly, and his eyes darkened for no reason.

Two days later, the day of the county celebration.

The night has not yet faded, and the streets are already full of people.Tang Zihao was woken up by Lu Yi's phone call, and cursed with a smile: "It's hard to do", he ignored it automatically, and put his clothes in the basket in twos and twos.

Facts have proved that it is not necessarily a woman who is duplicity. Tang Zihao walked out of the bedroom door and bumped into his father who was clamoring not to go two days ago, but now he was fully armed.

He looked at his zongzi attire, and said neither sour nor sweet, "I thought I had to invite you today."

"Hey, how can you not even give face to your son, don't be so picky."

Tang Ma kept her mouth shut, she was still overly cautious in the feudal tradition.

A thought flashed through Tang Zihao: You are so shy, how did you keep up with my father?Could it be that the latter is difficult for others?No, my dad looks so honest, why would he do such a thing?

But after a while, he realized what a sinful act Elder Xiao Xiang was doing. He said "Amitabha" a few times in his heart, and then led his parents out with the sound of a wooden fish full of empty stomachs.

The streets are full of traffic, all of which are dirty and dirty cars, presumably because they bypassed the high mountains and were harmed by the mud along the way.

The main road was not easy to walk, so Tang Zihao took a small road.

He was at the front, Dad was in the middle, and Mom walked leisurely at the end.Tang Zihao suddenly felt that he had the qualifications to be a tour guide for senior citizens.

There is no one to pick Li Sheng's road, so it will be hard.In the same way, no one walks the small road, and it is so difficult that people will not recognize it.

Apart from the fruit peels and plastic bottles that may fly down from the upstairs at any time in the alley, this road may not be the best choice just from the life-threatening long ladder.

Tang's father complained: "Good son, you are letting your father die very early!"

Tang Zihao turned around and tore off the hat that covered half of his face with one hand: "Watch the road carefully. Mom, be careful too."

"Okay." Mother Tang replied.

"Look at how nice my mother is, you, huh—"

Tang's father was not happy: "What's the matter, Tang Zihao, you made it clear to me. Am I raising you for so many years for nothing? Yes, yes, your mother is the best, and I am nothing."

Tang Zihao was amused by these words, why hadn't seen him for so long, he and Dad had switched roles, now Dad looked like a child who was crying because someone else robbed him of his candy.

Frightened and trembling down the ladder, Tang Zihao let out a sigh of relief.This road is not a fucking road.

Two children with snotty noses flew past him, with a piece of black "big cake" spread out in their hands.

Tang Zihao thought he was not an approachable person, let alone please children, so he didn't care.He just took a few steps, when one of them suddenly turned his head and dropped the piece of cake to Tang Zihao's feet.

"Snapped!"

Tang Zihao was terribly frightened, and it was with great difficulty that he managed to put on an even and stable appearance.

"Little brat, let's play." He kicked the pie.

The "cake" was made of mud, and when it was thrown to the ground, a hole was broken in the middle.His eyebrows furrowed, and he thought to himself: Why does this thing look so fucking familiar?

Another child was eager to attract his attention, and bravely slapped his pie on the ground.

Tang Zihao: "..."

During the semester a kid yelled, "Hey, look, my hole is bigger than yours!"

"Fart, I'm obviously bigger than you!"

"You're the one who farts!"

"You fart!"

"..."

Tang's father ignored Tang Zihao's darkened half of his face, and pointed at the two cakes as if he had discovered Xin Dalu: "Er baby, let's fire the cannon."

The so-called "Xiang Pao" is a piece of cake kneaded out of mud. This kind of thing is not popular, it is for children who have no money to buy toys, and it is rarely seen in the city.

Those dirty children threw the cannon on the ground, and whoever made the biggest hole and whoever made the loudest sound won the game.

It's just that children of this age really underestimate the rules, and no matter what the outcome is, they will insist that they are the winners, so they often cause fights, and they can't stop until the fight is "you die".

The corners of Tang Zihao's eyes twitched twice - because of this when he was a child, he stabbed someone's eyes with a bamboo tube.

Of course, I lost money as a matter of course.

He bent down, grabbed two pieces of cake and threw them to the two children, saying mercilessly, "Let's play."

The two children licked the snot that was about to fall to their lips in unison.

Tang Zihao: "I'll go, it's so fucking dirty. Little ancestor, get up, get up."

He picked them both up like rats.When they were done, they stuffed a few dollars in small change in their back collars.

Tang's father was blind and didn't see the latter part, and complained: "He's just a child, why are you so heartless?"

He turned his head and looked at the old man who didn't do anything. "I don't think you have any conscience. Maybe it's because of heredity. The examples are here."

Father Tang: "..."

There must be no new programs for the county celebration. Tang Zihao didn't rush to the branch venue at the beginning. If it was really crowded, all the farts would be squeezed out. What else can you see or hear?

So after wandering around for a long time, he brought two unsuspecting parents to the mall.

Tang Ma was alert and said, "Zihao, didn't you go to see a show? Why did you come here?"

"What's so interesting about a live broadcast? Anyway, there are video materials in the media, so you can just search for them at that time. How about I go get your autographs after the crowd has dispersed?"

Tang's father immediately spat: "Little brat, how dare you fool your father."

"If you don't fool around, how can you be willing to come out? I want to buy clothes for you, will you come out?" Tang Zihao leisurely.

As a successor of socialism, Tang Ma has already implemented the words "diligence and thrift" into her bones, and she turned around and left like hitting a wall.Tang Zihao made a look, and a shop assistant immediately understood, and stepped forward to meet her as she was leaving.

Then with a half-professional smile, he said, "Auntie, what are you looking for?"

Tang Zihao stepped forward to put his arms around Tang Ma's shoulder with his strength: "Mom, it's all here, let's take a look."

Tang Ma shyed a few times, and while being uncomfortable by Tang Zihao's eyes, she made a low sound, reluctantly accepting it.

Tang's father was really elated - our son will be filial, and he turned a corner to be filial.

"Don't laugh, the money will be deducted from your drink bill. If you dare to drink again in the future, I will take off your clothes and throw you into the ice and snow."

Father Tang smiled maliciously. He had a black and white beard on his chin, and he was about to laugh out of thin air with a mustache.

"It's nonsense, Erba, why are you willing?"

"If you have the ability, try it."

Now Father Tang stopped talking, who knows if his quick temper will be anxious with him in public.

.

Tang Zihao intended to lead the couple's relationship to the right path, so he only let his father and mother choose, while he sat beside him and fiddled with his mobile phone.

When the last greedy snake announced that he would stop eating, he reluctantly quit the game.

After all, it should be class time now, but Tang Zihao still ignored 21 and dialed Lu Yi's phone number.

As always, it must be answered within three tones.

"Lu Yi."

"Ok?"

"No class?"

"No."

A tendon in Tang Zihao's head suddenly broke, and after thinking for a long time, he could only say one word jerky: "Oh."

Lu Yi also responded with a word: "Yes."

How easy it is to kill God.

Tang Zihao: "...can you... talk more? You." He sorted out his words and said, "Lu Yi, are you useless with social software? What are you calling, you know the cost is very expensive Don't know? Also, you didn't force me to make a fart call."

The other party said "hmm".

Tang Zihao: "Damn it, I really can't stand you. What, tell the bedmates to take it easy, don't go out and wander around if you have nothing to do. Zhong Er, the lingering ghost, followed me to my hometown, I don't know What to do. Come on, come on, 1 minute, I will hang up first."

"Ah."

After solving this problem, he came back to pay attention to his parents.

The shopping mall is well-known in P County, and it has a large area and is divided into several floors.

The couple probably enjoyed their stroll and went upstairs. Anyway, Tang Zihao walked around and saw no one.

In the end, he decided to go upstairs, but by coincidence, he ran into his father who was going downstairs, and the two almost collided.

The old man held a bright red jacket in his hand, and Tang Zihao sneered, "The tastes of the middle-aged and elderly people are really fucking strange, can you stop wearing this to go out and make yourself embarrassed, go and change it."

The father who was complained about his appreciation didn't intend to refute, and said in a wrong way: "Have you seen your mother?"

"Ah? What?" Tang Zihao realized that there was nothing around his father, "Isn't she with you?"

"I don't know, she disappeared when I came out after changing clothes." Father Tang scratched his head anxiously.

"What are you panicking about? Go up and look for her. Where else can she go? Why don't you know how to be calm at your age?" He glanced at the waiter in the mall, "How dare people see it?"

Unexpectedly, Tang's father didn't joke with him anymore, there was no doubt in his old and hoarse voice.

He looked into Tang Zihao's eyes, almost bloodshot.

"She's crazy. Follow me to her."

☆, question

"You must be sick." Tang Zihao still couldn't believe what he said in a serious manner. In contrast, he believed that his father sneaked a drink while his mother was changing clothes.

The impatience in Tang's father's eyes intensified, as soon as Tang Zihao was pulled up, he ran wildly.

"Hey, what are you doing? Let go." Tang Zihao reached out to grab him.

He thought that he was young and stronger in strength, but he used almost all his strength to hold his father.

Damn old ginger, it's so spicy.

Tang Zihao: "What are you doing? What's the matter?"

Tang's father was so anxious that he turned around in circles, but didn't speak.

"Speak, dumb?"

No matter how thoughtless Tang Zihao was, it was impossible for him to act naturally.Tang's father is at least 50 or [-] years old. He hasn't experienced any big storms?If it really comes to this point, nothing is impossible.

"I really admire you."

Now it was replaced by Tang Zihao pulling him away.

Tang's father wandered around behind his buttocks like a headless chicken, hurried and fearful.

Changing clothes can only take two to three minutes at most, even if it is cold weather, it can be done in five minutes, so where can she go?

Father Tang said nonchalantly, "Can I find surveillance?"

Before the word "monitoring" was pronounced completely, Tang Zihao beat him back with a stick: "What is the supervision? You think this is your home, and people bring you tea and water? You have to go through judicial procedures to adjust the surveillance. Do you understand? Do you understand?"

Father Tang bowed his head and remained silent.Tang Zihao let him go, and after their eyes met, they split up and started looking for someone.

There are still many people shopping in the huge shopping mall.Some young couples came arm in arm, and there were also young girls practicing dancing in white dresses.

The father and son of the Tang family seemed to be one of the few people in the crowd who were going against the current, and their speed was so fast and their expressions were tense, it was outrageous.

After 10 minutes of begging, the two met at the entrance of the shopping mall. Father Tang slapped his forehead with his palm and thought: It's over, it's really over.

Tang Zihao: "Didn't find it?"

This is complete bullshit, like asking "Have you eaten" when you meet someone.

"No." After a few minutes of precipitation, Tang's father softened his expression a little: "Look, I told you not to go out, don't go out, it's all over now."

Tang Zihao put his hands on his hips and turned his head to the side, turning away from looking at him, as the saying goes, "out of sight, out of mind".

Tang's mother couldn't read, she was a veritable illiterate.She can't even write her own name.

It's fine if she doesn't know how to write. Tang Zihao even suspects that after so many years, the residual poison of feudalism has poisoned her deeply. She may have forgotten her first name, and only remembers the nickname that her family often calls her.

He couldn't help asking, "Grandpa, what do I think of them all?"Would you rather spend money to let her learn dance than ask the teacher to let her study for a few days?

"This is really a woman's virtue without talent," Tang Zihao spat, "I can't stand you anymore, don't worry about it. Be serious and think about what to do. She is illiterate, usually careless, and people I want to help people get money after being abducted."

Tang's father stuck his fingers into his thick hair and kept scratching his head. Tang Zihao thought of Deng Zhi's scratching his head and the dandruff falling like snow, and wanted to spit out old blood in his chest.

He said: "or, tell me, why are you so sure that she is gone? Do you know where she has gone? "

Father Tang's hand stopped suddenly.

The security guard at the gate was middle-aged and had no intention of stepping forward to offer help. On the contrary, seeing Tang Zihao's cannibalistic face, he wished to back away.Pedestrians coming and going looked them up and down with the eyes of animals, and occasionally someone said impatiently, "Don't get in the way."

Tang Zihao didn't expect the security guards to be of any help, these people would always just talk.If you really have a big heart, you don't have to just stand and watch.

He suddenly grabbed Papa Tang's shoulder: "Speak! Do you know?"

"I……"

"Say it!"

If Tang Zihao insisted on beating up one of the drunk and mad and his current father, he wouldn't mind beating both of them.

Tang's father struggled to squeeze out a little pitiful pain from his eyes, and said falteringly: "I don't know, little brat, do you still think I am your father?"

The security guard smelled gun|powder.

"Yes, of course. You are the boss, so it's okay if you are the boss."

The WeChat public account "Today's P County" released two new tweets, which happened to be updated at this time. When Tang Zihao heard the ringtone, he threw the phone away without hesitation.

"Day|you ghost, this group of people is blind|going to live."

He was always out of tune with the city, more precisely he was out of tune with the whole world.

If he had to describe his almost 20 years of life in simple terms, it would be—the world is not worth it.

It's good to be dead, I don't know anything.

The thrown mobile phone was lying alone on the ground, with a few glaring marks on it, and some passers-by turned a blind eye to it and even kicked it further away.Some people have no conscience to feed the dog, sighed softly, and went around.

It's just that their sighs were not out of sympathy or understanding for Tang Zihao, and he wouldn't want this kind of standard equipment for the weak.Those people sighed because he bought a good mobile phone, and it was a pity that the good mobile phone was scratched.

A strong sense of oppression came from the top of his head, and the air above was somewhat lacking in oxygen. Tang Zihao buried his feet in his hands and squatted down.

Tang's father had already froze into a piece of wood, leaning against the wall outside the mall in the same humiliating position, shrinking into a single, old and weak figure.

Finally, a person poked Tang Zihao.

"Brother, you dropped something." The person who came was a little girl in her teens.She was meticulously dressed, with a flower in her hair and makeup on her face, making her look very decent.

The little girl wiped the phone with a tissue and gave it to Tang Zihao with both hands.

The latter was choked by something and could not speak.

The girl looked at him with a child's signature smile. This girl's teeth are not very neat, but her smile is very real.She pointed to the two people guarding on the bridge behind her—a man and a woman, who looked like husband and wife.

"Brother, my parents are there, and I'll pass right away."

"Oh," Tang Zihao pulled out of his meditation, "Thank you. Uh, did you... perform at the county celebration?"

The girl's eyes lit up.

"That's right, brother, do you want to come and see? Many people in our dance class will go, and the county magistrate will give us awards. They said that as long as they participate, there will be awards."

"Ah? Oh. No, I have something to do at home."

"Oh, okay." The girl put her eyes on the ground, and then said, "Brother, protect your phone and don't throw it away. There must be a lot of important things in it, so don't throw it away so easily."

Tang Zihao's head was buzzing, but he didn't hear what she said clearly at all, so he replied in a daze, "Okay."

The girl skipped away contentedly, and Tang Zihao wondered: Could it be that he saw me drop my phone and ran over to pick it up for me?

There are so many people on the bridge, why did she notice it?

fate?human nature?

The girl jumped to the side of her parents, waved her hand, and left.

The sun in a cold day is similar to the roast chicken in the refrigerator. It is coveted and scorching hot, but it is not very warm and the temperature is not very gratifying.

However, it is just right to shine on the outside, on passers-by.

Tang Zihao's greatest gratitude is not that this girl is so innocent, but he is thinking: What will the fucking life turn her into in the future?Maybe all the enthusiasm and the so-called "human beings are inherently good" will be tossed beyond recognition by the reality.

He is, and so is she.

Tang's father was still squatting by the wall, feeling aggrieved, if he was given a bowl, he would be able to make a pile with beggars.

Most of Tang Zihao's anger subsided, he went over and kicked his toes, prompting him to raise his head, and said nonchalantly, "Let's go, go back."

If Mama Tang really had a place to go, even if they cast their nets all over the world, they wouldn't be able to get anything.On the contrary, if she really just got lost, it stands to reason that she would walk back the way she most likely came and went.

Tang's mother is illiterate and does not have a mobile phone, but she has a memory.It was quite a detour when I came here, but the country people have a natural intimacy with these small roads, so it is not too difficult to feel back and forth.

And as far as she is stingy about money, she is not willing to take a car.

Everything has been considered, and I am afraid that it is the first possibility - she is not lost, she really has a purpose.

Tang's father kept his mouth shut, and Tang Zihao didn't have the sensitivity of a detective, so he couldn't figure out what she was doing, so he had to go home and take a look.

Tang Zihao walked and said, "Father, I was just about to ask you, how did you catch a cold that day?"

Tang's father answered unhurriedly: "Hey, you little bastard, you have been drinking and caught a cold.