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Li Mingtao didn't show up for several days, and Cheng Huang's cold didn't get better either.

In fact, these two things are completely irreconcilable, and the reason why they are put together is because the cold feeling later made Cheng Huang, who had been ill for a long time, finally couldn't help guessing wildly, maybe the two are really so similar. ……relation.

After suffering for four days, the weak and dizzy Cheng Huang appeared downstairs in Li Mingtao's dormitory.

The place where Li Mingtao lives now is formally called the staff dormitory. In fact, Cheng Huang bought a house for him near the company. No, some exceptions were recruited, and it was employees who solved the housing problem by themselves, and the company didn't care about it.Li Mingtao, a homeless person like him, is the only one who can receive such special care from top to bottom.

Speaking of Li Mingtao's house, Cheng Huang clearly remembered that winter night when he was drunk, he really spent most of the night messing around with him on the bed at Li Mingtao's house.

Regarding this question, during a chat with Li Mingtao, Zeng Bapo asked about it.

Li Mingtao just glanced at him at that time, and said lightly: "The house is given away."

Such a generous shot made Cheng Huang whistle the next moment.

At this time, standing at the door of Li Mingtao's dormitory, Cheng Huang, who had been knocking on the door for a quarter of an hour without waiting for anyone to open the door, also had the urge to whistle, in order to laugh at himself that this thought came out all at once. Stupid behavior.

Fiddling with the car keys in his hand, Cheng Huang leaned against the door and waited for another hour or so. His hands and feet were so cold that he went downstairs resentfully and returned to his car.

It was not until the smoke from the kitchen and the lights of thousands of houses that Cheng Huang found Li Mingtao's figure in the hazy night.

Sitting in the car, Cheng Huang's hands and feet were numb. As soon as he got down to light a cigarette, he saw Li Mingtao walking towards him with a heavy plastic bag in his hand.

Li Mingtao walked all the way, with his head down, never seeing Cheng Huang who was blocking the door of his house. He didn't notice the familiar face in front of him until he was hugged by Cheng Huang as he passed by.

Cheng Huang put his hands across Li Mingtao's shoulders, hugged him in his arms, and asked with a smile, "How is it? Is the dysmenorrhea better?"

Li Mingtao was obviously stunned for two or three seconds, then pushed him away abruptly, with a look of surprise on his face: "Why are you here?"

"I'll bring you a can of brown sugar to cure dysmenorrhea. It is said that adding two slices of ginger when flushing the water will have better effect." Cheng Huang opened the car door, took out a red paper bag, shook it twice in front of Li Mingtao's eyes, and stuffed it into his arms.

Li Mingtao took the bag, and inadvertently glanced at Cheng Huang's feet, near a pile of cigarette butts of different lengths under the car, and asked, "How long have you been waiting for me?"

"I just came here by the way." Cheng Huang opened his eyes and said nonsense.

The corner of Li Mingtao's mouth curled up, without saying anything, he turned and entered the corridor.

As soon as the door was opened, the strong smell of alcohol overwhelmed Cheng Huang who was following him, and he frowned and looked into the room.

It was okay when the lights were not turned on, the little lights coming in from outside just drew a rough outline of the messy scene in the room, once the lights were turned on, Cheng Huang was almost dumbfounded.

Not to mention the chaos in the room, just the jumble of wine bottles on the table and the three layers of wine bottles piled up by the wall are shocking enough.

Throwing the plastic bag in his hand on the mountain of wine bottles, Li Mingtao began to fiddle with the brown sugar jar in his arms. Only then did Cheng Huang see clearly that what Li Mingtao was holding just now was a bag full of Jiannanchun.

"What are you doing? Tired of work?" Cheng Huang kicked the pile of wine bottles.

Li Mingtao didn't make a fuss, he pinched some brown sugar and put it in his mouth, then turned around in surprise and asked, "Really brown sugar?"

"I wanted to buy two pieces of ginger, but I forgot." Cheng Huang picked up a bottle of beer, sat on the tea table and smiled maliciously: "If you don't come to work again, I will take you to the obstetrics and gynecology center to have a good time." Check."

"It's so fucking poor." Li Mingtao threw the jar to him and smiled lightly.

In other words, the smile curled from the corner of Li Mingtao's mouth was nothing more than an ordinary smile, but in Cheng Huang's eyes, there was something unspeakable... awkward, or it was his inexplicable palpitations at the next moment that made him feel quite awkward.

From a strict aesthetic point of view, compared with Zhang Hao, Li Mingtao's facial features are even one week straight. When he smiles, he will only make people feel comfortable, but he will not be so beautiful that he will never forget it and touch people's hearts.

At this moment, Cheng Huang was dazed for a long time, and it was not until Li Mingtao took out the wine bottle in the "Jian Nanchun" box that he came back to his senses.

He snatched the bottle from Li Mingtao's hand: "Okay, don't be lazy if you have the ability, I'll call a table client for you, and you can talk about business by the way after you're addicted to alcohol."

Li Mingtao ignored him and went to get another bottle of foreign wine.

"It's not over, is it?" Cheng Huang's voice was a little heavy.

"My mother passed away the day before yesterday."

There was nothing unusual on Li Mingtao's face, and his voice sounded as calm as ever.

Cheng Huang said "Ah?" before he could react.

"My mother passed away." Li Mingtao repeated.

"Why didn't you tell me earlier? At least I can help with our mother's funeral." Cheng Huang froze his tongue for a long time before uttering this sentence.

"My mother had a cerebral hemorrhage, and she was almost hopeless when she was sent to the hospital. That day at the company, she received a phone call from the prison, and she told me right then that my mother would not survive the night," Li Mingtao paused. , although his face was smiling, his eyes were full of contempt: "...Besides, you were very busy that day."

Cheng Huang knew very well that what Li Mingtao was referring to was the blatant nonsense between him and Zhang Hao in the office that day. He was speechless for a while before saying, "Then...how is our dad? Are you okay?"

"He's fine, he's buried in the ground early."

Speaking of this, Cheng Huang was at a loss for words. What surprised him was not the shocking fact that Li Mingtao's father had passed away long ago and his mother had just died in prison, but Li Mingtao's indifferent attitude when he said these things, calm tone.

Cheng Huang knew nothing about Li Mingtao's family affairs.

I have been classmates in the university dormitory for three years, and I have been in bed for less than a year, and all the time is basically spent on the lower body.

However, if I recall carefully, I had a brief encounter with Li Mingtao's mother during her lifetime.

Whether that side was in freshman or sophomore year, Cheng Huang couldn't remember clearly, only remembered that the sun at noon was extremely poisonous.

Under the bright sun, Li Mingtao was arguing with a middle-aged woman not far from the dormitory with a lot of troublesome cicadas. He slapped Li Mingtao, but Cheng Huang bravely stopped him.

Cheng Huang grabbed the woman's hand, and before he could speak, he was pushed away by Li Mingtao.

"Let go of her! She is my mother!" Li Mingtao roared.

Cheng Huang has always managed his own emotions properly. Although he was very angry at Li Mingtao's behavior of repaying revenge, he could still put on a smile on his face. He let go of his hand and half-joked to Li Mingtao's mother in a friendly way: "Hi, Auntie, look at this trouble, why don't you go into the house to educate him on a hot day? Let's go, go to the dormitory to cool off..."

Before he finished speaking, the second half of the words were frozen in his stomach.

The middle-aged woman glanced coldly at Cheng Huang, and then moved back to Li Mingtao's face. Her eyes were extremely firm, but her words sounded like tears: "Xiao Tao, I have to go this time, you can't stop me."

"Can I control you?" Li Mingtao snorted coldly, then turned his head and asked Cheng Huang who was stupidly aside: "Do you have any money there?"

Li Mingtao's question stunned Cheng Huang.

At that time, Cheng Huang was well-known as the gold master in the school, and his wallet would always maintain four figures. The notes in the store can always spring up like bamboo shoots after the rain, emerging one after another.

For Cheng Huang's supernatural power, all the brothers in the dormitory were very happy, but Li Mingtao, who had sex with Cheng Huang, dismissed it.

Li Mingtao never spends Cheng Huang's money. He doesn't pay for each meal. He even buys Cheng Huang's bill together. If he plays HIGH and spends too much, he will turn his face and won't let Cheng Huang spend it for him. penny.

For this reason, Cheng Huang often secretly scolded Ya in his heart for being sick.

But the day he met Li's mother caught Cheng Huang by surprise. Li Mingtao not only demanded his money, but also emptied his wallet.

After giving the whole five thousand oceans to his mother, Li Mingtao didn't look at her again, and said, "Don't come here again." Then he turned and left.

That day, looking at the empty wallet in his hand, Cheng Huang blew a loud whistle in a good mood.

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"My mother has suffered a lot in her life..."

Li Mingtao's voice slowly spread in the room, pulling Cheng Huang back from his thoughts.

"But she asked for it herself." Li Mingtao smiled with a cold expression.

He still opened a bottle of Jiannanchun, raised his neck and drank several swigs, and when he spoke again, his voice was hoarse, which sounded particularly vicissitudes: "My mother grew up in a typical intellectual family, which is the kind of scholarly family. My daughter, I heard from her that she was very good and obedient when she was a child, she never let her family worry about her, she had excellent academic performance in school, excellent work every year, and she was good at writing poems. When I was young, she often hugged me and read to me Although I didn't understand the poems she wrote at that time, I just thought they were very good." Li Mingtao's brows softened a lot when he said this.

"She kept telling me that her life was so smooth in the first half of her life, that's why God sent someone to torture her." Li Mingtao took another sip of wine, turned his head and smiled, the smile was a little weird and fake: "That man is my father."

Cheng Huang didn't stop the drink, but just listened to Li Mingtao quietly.

"My father is not a good guy. He has been in a prison, practiced at a wild stall, and has done all kinds of sneaky things. The only good thing he has done in this life is to save my mother from gangsters." Li Mingtao snorted coldly. With a sound, he continued: "My mother fell in love with him so much, she loved him so much, she made trouble with the family because of him, and finally broke up with the whole family, and resolutely went to the south with my father."

Presumably this story will become more and more depressing, and the ending will not be much better.Cheng Huang lit a cigarette, and the smoke drifted away after a while.

"My mother was still pregnant when she left with him. The first days were actually pretty good. Although I was poor, at least my father returned home. People were unfamiliar there, and he did all kinds of work at first, which was very hard. Later, I seemed to find a job in some kind of karaoke hall, and earned a lot of money. Our family gradually became rich, and he began to stay away from home night after night. Even when he came back, the two of them would quarrel endlessly. I look forward to him not coming back every day."

Speaking of this, Li Mingtao stopped, as if he was about to enter the more painful part: "When our family collapsed the most, it was my mother who found out that my father had a woman outside. My mother was like a shrew, going to the karaoke hall to make trouble. I went to that woman's house to quarrel, and the neighborhood committee came to mediate several times. Since I was in junior high school, she has never cared about me. She has been fighting with my dad all day long, and my dad can't even see each other. At that time I It's almost like a wild child who has been born and no one has raised him...fuck, what a ****..." Li Mingtao cursed with a wry smile.

"What happened next?" Seeing that Li Mingtao was only focusing on drinking, Cheng Huang couldn't help asking.

After a long time, Li Mingtao spoke again. I don't know if it was the effect of alcohol or the atmosphere. Cheng Huang only felt that Li Mingtao's eyes seemed to be stained with a layer of mist, which was blurry: "One day, my dad ran back for no reason, and wept with tears. My mother admitted his mistake, and my mother forgave him at that time. In less than two days, he disappeared, and our family's passbook and cash were all gone. Later, my mother did everything possible to find out from my father's friends. He has long planned to go far away with that woman, and come back just to get money."

"My mother went to school to find me, wanted to ask me for money to find my father, and met you." Li Mingtao glanced at Cheng Huang and asked, "Do you remember?"

Cheng Huang nodded as a response.

"My dad never came back after he left. Later, people from the police station found me and said that my dad died in the hotel." Li Mingtao lowered his head, stared at the wine bottle in his hand for a long time, and said the following words: " The murderer was my mother."