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From the perspective of time, the life of thinking is broken.

He has followed Bian Zhenhua since he was sensible, and he will be there wherever his father goes. He has lived in a military compound, in a staff dormitory, and in a cadre community.

From the suburbs to the city, from the north to the south.

Lived here for a few years, spent a while there, Bian Zhenhua was transferred, and he also left. He was used to seeing parting since he was a child, and it didn't mean much to him to be sad.However, there were a few people, Wang Junyi, Jiang Wei and others that made him feel reluctant at first, but most of the children were always jumping out of uncertainty, and their attention was easily diverted. After they entered middle school, they became busy with their studies, and then they faded away. thought.

He is used to following Bian Zhenhua, and he does not have a particularly strong sense of belonging to each place.

For him, the concept of home is almost only equivalent to the three words "Bian Zhenhua".

So when Bian Zhenhua announced that he wanted a second child, he hated Shen Yunjia to the core; so when Bian Zhenhua fell off the horse, he felt that his sky was about to collapse.

collapsed, then what?

The sky was falling, but it didn't crush him to death.

He was originally prepared to spend his life with Bian Zhenhua and Shen Yun. He never thought of accepting their child, his so-called younger brother or younger sister!

This home has it without him!

If Bian Zhenhua insists on keeping that child, then he will leave.He handed over most of his savings to Jiang Wei to help him take care of it, so that he could leave home with confidence one day.

He wanted Bian Zhenhua to see him, thinking about this good son, just based on the fact that he was his only son!

But he didn't expect Bian Zhenhua to collapse so soon.

On the day the house was raided, he was in a daze. The Bian family was finished, he thought, he thought he could fight against Bian Zhenhua with his own strength, but before he even exerted his strength, Bian Zhenhua was in a complete mess. No, how can this be?

It was like the sudden weightlessness of a lever overturned him who was saluting hastily.

The side house is over.

Then he discovered that Bian Zhenhua had collapsed, but his life was still going on.

Three meals a day, day and night rest.

What happened to Bian Zhenhua was strange, he ran into walls all by himself, he couldn't get what he wanted, and the one who could help him was thousands of miles away. Fortunately, there was Wei Xihuai.

When he first watched Zhang Xiaohu, he had to go to class during the day, so he could only be responsible for watching at night. Occasionally, someone Wei Xihuai called would notify him when he saw someone suspected of being Zhang Xiaohu haunting during the day—so he skipped class and escaped the whole school. famous.

When he came to District [-] in the evening, at first he was able to go in a few times under the pretext of consumption, and he tried different ways to strike up a conversation with the people inside to inquire about Zhang Xiaohu's whereabouts. Finally, he ran away from the venue in District [-]. After about half of it, he stopped - because he was short of cash.

The consumption of the sensual wine bar is no longer what he can afford today.

But without consumption, it would be too eye-catching for a child to poke his head there.

He put most of the money on Jiang Wei's side. It was originally just to prepare for leaving home in the future, but now it has become his life-saving capital, and he will not be able to get it back for a while; the remaining few parts are now His father is gone, the family's assets are frozen, and he still has half of his high school courses to study, so he has to set aside at least this part of his tuition.

--who?Shen Yunjia?Forget it!He doesn't want to have anything to do with that woman anymore!

His entire timetable followed the night show at night. At first, the environment was too noisy and he often missed calls. Later, he was annoyed by Chunjie Shen Yunjia's phone and text messages, so he didn't read them at all, so at nine in the evening From one o'clock to three or four in the morning, no one could find him.

The rainy night seemed to be much deeper.

The young man's mind is getting heavier, and under the backlight, his eyebrows are aggressive.

He was still thinking about it, but he was obviously not thinking about it that way.

"Brother Qiang, help me." The hood was blown loose by the wind, and it hung on the boy's head in an indelible way. While thinking that his black eyes were dark like ink, he looked at Zhou Qiang and repeated: " help me."

Zhou Qiang was laughed out of anger at once, dare he talk so much nonsense and play the piano to the bull?

"Help you? Help you for what?" He raised his voice and reached out to turn off the fire of the steamer. The rumbling noise disappeared from his ears immediately, and the temperature dropped suddenly.He was biting, his fingers were about to poke his nose, thinking about his nose, "Why are you so ignorant of the sky and the earth? Why do you have to go here? Where did you build it? I'm squatting here in the cold Selling three yuan rice rolls at the stall is just a living, but what about you? You are so idle that you are looking for trouble, right?!"

It's really annoying, I shouldn't have watched the kid squatting on the side of the road bucking the cracks in the bricks and took him in for a while!This can make me angry to death!

"Go away! Go back and find your mother to drink milk!" He waved away people like flying flies.

While trying to look at him calmly, "My mother died, my father went in, and I have no home."

Zhou Qiang choked for a moment, then rolled his eyes again, "You think I'm blind, don't you?"

no home?Whose homeless child is covered in branded goods?They're not all from Putian, are they?You say one or two is fine, but it would be too cruel to have all the equipment!He really has never seen such a ruthless one!

The fire was extinguished, and the cold air was wrapped up. He thought that he only had a layering and a hoodie on his body. It would be fine when he came here at night, but this time it was raining, so he stomped his feet on the spot and walked to Zhou Qiang squatted down beside him and said, "Brother Qiang, Zhang Xiaohu ruined my family."

Two lines of sight were shot out of Shen Shen's eyes, projected on Zhou Qiang's face through the white air exhaled from his nose, staring at the details of the expression on his face, as if he was playing games or persuading.

What Zhang Xiaohu does, no one in District [-] knows.

The night scene is indeed full of filth, but it doesn't prevent them from looking down on such irresponsible and unprincipled scum like Zhang Xiaohu.The venue of Saige often entertains some respectable local people. Of course, there is no shortage of general sensual games. The fear is that you will meet some people who are fond of the minority, and you will not be offended. There must be someone like Zhang Xiaohu.

Zhou Qiang has seen the down-and-out parents who rushed to the street to block the car while holding a bloody girl in their arms at two o'clock in the middle of the night, and also seen the old man who came to the door in anger but was beaten to death by the bodyguards and left in the garbage dump...

These operations are too cheap, and they all look down on them, but these dirty things are something that cannot be avoided in night shows.

Dark colors are always the best cover for hiding filth.

This boy was not the only one who was ruined by Zhang Xiaohu?

But he is no different from those people.

Zhang Xiaohu is a local snake, and so is Zhou Qiang. It's still the same sentence, those who can mess around in this land have no fuel-efficient lamps.

While thinking that it would be inconvenient to reveal too many details to Zhou Qiang, it did not affect him from conveying that he is bound to win.

Zhou Qiang stared at him without speaking, trying to look at him calmly.

If time is not with me, he can't rely on anyone, so he can only achieve himself.

After a while, Zhou Qiang sighed a long time as if he had been defeated, then his shoulders slumped and his waist collapsed, and he hung back on the back of the chair.

The hula-la-la wind blows the rain and keeps ticking, and the water on the red, white and blue plastic cloth sheds is full and drips down with a splash.

The roadside cheap rice noodle stall stall owner and the down-and-out second-generation young master looked at each other in dismay.

"Tomorrow—" He touched his shiny bald head with his backhand, propped his knees and said, "Nine o'clock tomorrow night, wait here."

Thinking about it, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Before he could breathe out, the phone in his pocket rang.

He took out a look, pulled the hood back and put it on, got up and walked a few steps away, and then said "Hi", the obviously rising tone revealed the owner's happy mood when answering the phone, Zhou Qiang made fun of it She glanced at him sideways, thinking that it is good to be young.

The carnival climax is still going on, and there are only lonely passers-by on the empty streets. The wind has subsided and the rain is still light. Facing the constantly flashing advertising lights above his head, he heard the other party's shortness of breath, "Thinking, I Miss you."