The world is cool

Zhou Cheng is a slightly indifferent person, not enthusiastic about his own affairs, let alone others, so he can take care of this and that, but everything is very limited.For example, one thing, he advises you a few words, whether you want to listen or not, he has fulfilled his obligation anyway, and another example is a secret, everyone wants to know the truth, but he is not interested at all, because 50.00% of the time he The truth has been penetrated, and in another 50.00% of the cases, he is indeed not interested.Usually, I would classify his character as "unnecessary to be beaten", but today, I make an exception and classify it as "considerate".

If a buddy came to me with a case of beer, I would break the casserole and ask the end to find out the real reason, because I was drinking unreasonable wine to make trouble.But Zhou Cheng was not at all, very cooperative, I didn't want to talk, he didn't say anything, I asked questions, he answered, and the whole person's state is very comfortable, so you will also be comfortable.

"You don't know why the little lunatic fell in love with you, and it's justifiable, so why should you have a crush on the little lunatic, shouldn't this be clear?" I lay on the sofa, found a comfortable position, and ate my beer. Sigh quietly in the comfort.

"It doesn't matter whether you look good or not," Zhou Cheng smiled lightly, "At first I thought it was impossible for the two of us, so I refused when he mentioned it."

I asked strangely: "Then why did you get together again?"

Zhou Cheng rarely frowned, thought for a moment, and shook his head lightly: "It's not easy to generalize. Anyway, I can't let it go. I just want to see if he's having another convulsion. It's not really a worry, but I always feel like there's something on my mind."

This feeling is inexplicably familiar: "So if you think about it, you can rest assured."

Zhou Chengle didn't refute, just said: "Maybe."

"Then aren't you tired of being with the little lunatic?" I swear that I'm really not provoking, it's purely a question on behalf of the broad masses of the people.

Zhou Cheng put down his beer, turned around, assumed a very formal and serious sitting posture, and then said slowly: "I think you may have a misunderstanding."

I quickly reciprocated the courtesy, put down the beer and sat upright: "All ears."

Zhou Cheng slightly raised the corners of his mouth, not a smile, but he was obviously happy: "Rong Kai's character is indeed quite noisy, and he is heartless, but the more he is like this, the less pressure he has. There will be no pressure on those around you.”

I couldn't agree more: "Your Majesty is under a lot of pressure."

Zhou Cheng was really happy this time, his shoulders shook for a long time, and after a long time, he said: "In fact, the pressure one person brings to another is more often psychological. For example, if you can't guess the other person's mood, You don’t know what the other party wants to do, you’re thinking hard, but you’re still living in a panic of uncertainty, because you’re afraid that your guess will be wrong.”

I didn't answer, I didn't dare to answer, I always felt that Zhou Cheng meant something.

"But Rong Kai doesn't have these problems." Zhou Cheng changed the topic and went back to the beginning, "His mood is written on his face, what he likes, what he hates, what he is thinking, and what he wants to do are clearer than the menu, so It makes people feel very relaxed.”

I thought of Zhou Cheng's first two predecessors. I don't know the one who has passed away, but from some broken clues, I can still piece together a guy with an abnormal psychology. Da Jinzi's psychology is not a problem, but if Zhou Cheng really If you have thought about him forever, then this is definitely not an easy thought... "Actually, I am not a person who likes to take care of others," Zhou Cheng said suddenly, "I would find it troublesome."

I said: "That's just right, the little lunatic doesn't need anyone to take care of him at all. Really, you seem to be ignorant of him, but if you add up the good days of our few years, both inside and outside the prison, maybe he won't be able to catch up." He has a lot, he has the absolute ability to make his life very comfortable, even if the whole world suffers, he can't suffer himself."

"Yeah," Zhou Cheng exhaled softly, "He just needs someone to play with."

I took a closer look: "Why, it's a pity to see you?"

Zhou Cheng sighed lightly: "It happened to be on him, and I started to want to take care of others."

I was dizzy: "You are unlucky."

Zhou Cheng also nodded: "No, what he says most every day is that you don't care about everything."

"Ha ha……"

Zhou Cheng and I drank a whole case of beer that day, and then we both got high, and our symptoms of high drinking were surprisingly consistent—talking too much.I vaguely remember that I said that I can't lose all face and face like Huahua, but I don't have any memory of what Zhou Cheng replied.

The next day I didn't get up until noon, maybe I slept too much, and I was top-heavy for a long time after getting up.And I woke up in my own room, which was amazing.I called Zhou Cheng, but there was no answer, so I stopped calling, so as not to ruin his good business again.

My stomach was singing an empty city plan. I was just about to go to the ground to get some hot pot noodles, but found a note on the bedside table.

[There is porridge in the pot, don't come to the restaurant today, rest at home. 】

There is no signature, but I recognize it, although the tone is a bit strange, because in my impression, the words should be "Don't come to the hotel today, rest at home.

"

Huahua's words are his voice, which has been imprinted in my brain over the long years, like an acquaintance calling you from a strange mobile phone, you can still recognize him.

I got up and went to the kitchen. The heat preservation light of the rice cooker was still on. I wondered whether it would be cooked into rice. When I opened the lid, the aroma rushed to my face.

Preserved egg and lean meat porridge.

When we first got out of prison, we always made porridge, but it was just rice and water, and some steamed buns and pickles.I still remember saying that my life is to drink porridge, but I was despised by the little lunatic, saying that I have no ambition, no pursuit, no development, and no future. Otherwise, you will really only be able to drink plain porridge for the rest of your life.Only Huahua wrote: It's okay, I'll cook it with meat for you.

How many years ago?I was counting with my fingers while drinking the porridge, and then I thought, I don’t know if he really remembered, or just hit it right.

After eating a bowl of porridge, the whole person came alive with a warm feeling of fullness. After much deliberation, he still sent a text message to Huahua.

[The congee is in place. 】

This is pure nonsense, there is nothing to talk about, and it can be handed over when Huahua comes back at night, so I said, it is cheap.

But I waited for almost half an hour, and there was still no movement on the phone.I even specially sent a text message to 10086 to check the balance and confirm that I have no arrears.

The irritability was like soap bubbles blown out of the plastic ring, flying upwards, and the porridge pot bottomed out in a muddle. Soup and water will overflow.

I decided to go for a walk, firstly to digest and digest food, and secondly, to find something to do so that I wouldn't be thinking about that damn text message every second.

It was [-]:[-] in the afternoon, the sun was shining brightly, but it was not as sunny as the previous two days, and the breeze was cool on my body. I walked downhill along the road in front of the building and arrived at the entrance of a small park. In the past, there were only a few broken trees in this place, and the man-made lake had no water all year round. Even the old men and women who did morning exercises were reluctant to patronize. However, last year, the city invested in expansion and rest. It has become a popular outdoor outing place for the masses.

It was working hours, and there were not many people in the park. Occasionally, there were a few couples in love on the bench by the edge of the grove.I originally wanted to find a secluded place to sit, but no matter where I went, I found mandarin ducks within a few meters, which made me very embarrassed. Then I thought, well, I am here to exercise, let's go to the activity area.

The so-called activity area, to put it bluntly, is some activity equipment. Now many well-planned communities also have this, such as twisting, walking, sit-ups, etc. The park is more diversified, and there are swings and slides. I used it When I was there, a little guy with a bun face was swinging there.

The child looked five or six years old, wearing blue and white casual clothes, quite navy style.He is very skilled in swinging, completely ignoring my arrival, and he feels uncomfortable when he kicks and swings.

Talking to a child is easy to be misunderstood as a strange uncle by his parents. Although his parents seem to be away from him, who knows if he will pop out from a dark corner in the next second.Therefore, I adhere to the principle that more things are worse than less things, and reciprocate courtesy and ignore each other.

Going straight to the stepper, I took a deep breath and strode up amidst the singing of birds and the fragrance of flowers.

Time passed by every minute and every second, I don't know how long I walked, anyway, my back was soaked with sweat, and the T-shirt was not comfortable sticking to my body.Most of the porridge I drank before was digested, and now it doesn't feel like a bucket, but like a water bowl at most.Slowing down, I was about to stop and rest, but I saw the child's swing going to the sky.

Weighs, do you think you are Spider-Man? !

"Don't be so tall, it's dangerous!" I yelled loudly, and I didn't care if I looked like a strange uncle.

The child looked down at me from the sky, and then followed the swing in a semicircle. When he returned to the commanding height, he asked loudly, "What—"

I help my forehead, these days no one teaches children to address adults first, even if you don't like to be called uncle, you can call them uncle.

"I told you not to be so tall, it's dangerous!"

The child understood clearly this time, but the next sentence almost made me vomit blood: "It's okay, I know it well!"

What the hell is this kid!

Before I could finish slandering, the boss actually let go of one hand, and then grinned at me: "Look, I can do it with one hand—"

This time, I was bleeding completely. I got off the stepper in a hurry, approached the swing, and grasped the chain on one side without saying a word. I took the opportunity to hook him down with one hand.

The small arms and legs are so light that it doesn't weigh much when held with one hand.

But kicking hurts.

"Let me go, let me go, let me go!"

How dare I refuse, I quickly put down the repeater, and then put on an elder face and said righteously: "It was dangerous just now, do you know that!"

The child made triangular eyes: "Mind your own business."

Where is his family?where is it!Come out tight and let me punch you!How to educate children!

"Hello," the child said again, "what time is it?"

My teeth itch with hatred: "Call me uncle."

Baozi's face was wrinkled, as if he hadn't hair, obviously he was engaged in a fierce ideological struggle.Finally, the desire to know the time prevailed: "Uncle, what time is it?"

Satisfied, I took out my phone and looked at it: "Ten past three."

My voice hadn't finished yet, when the crying on the other end suddenly sounded like thunder.

I was startled, and quickly bent down to get closer, and asked softly, "What's wrong? Why are you crying so well?"

If the child doesn't answer, he just cries. The decibels are higher than the waves, and they are wailing with their lives!

I was really at a loss, I was so anxious that I was going crazy, and finally I couldn't control it, and the lion roared: "You fucking cry, what's going on!"

Baozi was quiet for an instant, and looked at me timidly with his teary soul window blinking.

I put on a soft tone and tried to put on a harmless smile: "Old man, tell uncle, why are you crying?"

Seeing that the window of the soul is about to die again.

I realized it, and immediately adjusted my status: "Why are you crying, tell me quickly!"

Baozi held back his tears and sobbed loudly: "My dad told me to wait for him here and said he would pick me up at 02:30."

"02:30?" I looked at my phone again, "It's almost 03:30."

The little bun burst into tears again, this time tears flowed down his face.

I really can't stand this, especially after listening to the reason, the more I look at it, the more I feel that the child is pitiful, don't some unscrupulous father throw the child here on purpose, isn't it just like this in Desire... The more I think about it, the more I feel Feeling like this, my heart suddenly softened, and I quickly hugged the child into my arms, and while wiping his tears with my sleeve, coaxed: "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, uncle will take you to the police station, Let the police uncle help you find Dad back."

The child was lying in my arms, without making a sound, just twitching vigorously, while the little fist was tightly clutching my T-shirt, as if I would turn into bubbles and fly away if I let go.

There is a police station opposite the park. When I crossed the road, I was still thinking that Feng Yiyi also took the initiative to go to the police station one day.

Life is impermanent.

As soon as I arrived at the gate of the police station, I saw a beautiful police flower. It seemed that she had just come back from outside. When she saw me, she immediately greeted me with a smile: "Hi, what's the matter?"

This service attitude is much better than that of banks.

While thinking about it, I put Baozi in my arms and hugged him again: "I met this kid in the park opposite, and he seems to be separated from his father."

"That's it," Jinghua looked at me and then at the child, as if she was checking the authenticity of my words, but there are still many good people these days, she quickly chose to believe, "Then come with me Let’s make a record and tell the specifics.”

The policeman walked ahead, and I hurriedly followed behind.The police station is not big, it is a small two-story building, the corridor can be seen to the end at a glance, the office that the police flower took me to is at the innermost, next to the stairs.But just as I was about to step into the office, there was a person going up and down the stairs. I didn't notice it at first. You must know that the people in this building are all wearing police uniforms. Excited, I insisted on breaking free from my arms, and my arms loosened in confusion, and the child had rushed over three steps in two, hugged the man's thigh tightly and did not let go.

I looked up my thigh, but I didn't expect to see a familiar face: "Bastard?!"

At the same time, the child also burst into tears, screaming miserably while crying: "Woo... Uncle Yu... my father doesn't want me anymore..."

Yu Qingzhou was also very surprised to see me, looking back and forth between me and Baozi several times, and asked: "Are you messing with Liu Di again?"

I haven't contacted Yu Qingzhou for a year, and now he suddenly appeared at the police station wearing a police uniform is enough to give me indigestion, plus a name that is buried deep in my memory... Liu Di?What age is this?

"Brother Yu," Jinghua saw the clue, "Do you know each other?"

"Well," Yu Qingzhou nodded, "Go ahead and leave it to me."

Jinghua walked into her office in a calm manner, and closed the door considerately.

"Let's go," Yu Qingzhou turned and went upstairs, "go to my office."

I followed closely: "Why did you become a policeman, and when did I mess up with Liu Di?"

Yu Qingzhou didn't turn her head back: "Yes, you didn't mess with him, you just came to the police station to visit with his son in your arms."

I opened my mouth wide, and my feet stopped, what did I hear, that bun is Liu Di's son? !

"Uncle Yu," a childish voice suddenly asked from above the stairs, "Why did he call you a bastard?"

In the next second, the aftertaste of the childish voice was broken up by the roar: "Feng Yiyi, can you set a positive example for the children!"

I shrink my neck and accept the criticism silently.

But I still feel a little wronged in my heart, even if Einstein picked up a child on the street, he couldn't possibly know that it was the son of his old acquaintance many years ago, and if he went to the police station to report the crime, he would meet an acquaintance, and this acquaintance would still be an old acquaintance My son is very familiar!