The devil is forced to open every day

Hearing the word "good man", Luo Lan slightly raised his eyebrows and smiled slightly.

"Wow." Zi Hao raised his head and stared, "This is the kind of smile that is three parts indifferent, three parts sarcastic, and four parts casual, isn't it!"

"Zihao, wait for me first." Qingfeng moved his eyes and pulled Luolan aside.

"My lord, are you here for business?" Qingfeng's little brain is so clever, he can tell at a glance that the drunkard's intention is not to drink.

"Yeah." Lorraine said an address, "I want to see a block copy."

"This address..." Qingfeng blinked, and after a quick memory, he stretched his voice and looked at Zihao.

"Zihao, I remember your house number is 1203, isn't it?"

"Yes." Zihao replied from a distance, "Qingfeng, are you and your brother coming in for a sit-down? My parents are not at home just now."

Qingfeng made a triumphant gesture to Lorraine, his small face was full of pride, "My lord, am I smart?"

Luo Lan turned around and glanced at Zihao, his eyes darkened.

The boy took out the key hanging around his neck, combined with his fingerprints, and opened the two security doors of the house with some difficulty.

"Please come in." The boy quickly changed his slippers and threw his schoolbag on the sofa beside him.

Qingfeng and Luolan entered the room, Zihao took out his favorite drink from the refrigerator and entertained them.

"Your house is so big." Qingfeng sat beside Luo Lan, looking up at the living room of Zihao's house.

"My grandfather left this to my mother." Zihao also opened a bottle of drink himself, and took a few gulps.

Lorraine paused for a moment when he saw several calligraphy and paintings hanging in the living room.

"These calligraphy and paintings were also left to my mother by my grandfather, and they were written by friends of my grandfather."

Zihao noticed the elder brother's gaze, "My father said that these are not worth much now, but they can be put aside, and when the person who wrote them dies, maybe they can increase in value."

The corner of Qingfeng's mouth twitched, unable to say anything.

"After my grandfather passed away, I left a lot of things for my mother." Zihao looked at the calligraphy and paintings with some nostalgia, "But my mother sold a lot of things, and gave some worthless things back to others.

I am actually very reluctant. I always feel that the less things my grandfather has, the farther and farther away he is from me, and his shadow is getting weaker and weaker, but my mother never listens to me. "

"Is Auntie short of money?" Qingfeng tilted her head, holding the drink with some doubts.

Children are generally reluctant to let go of the things left to their children after their parents die, let alone give them away.

"My mother is in business." Zihao frowned childishly, "My mother said that a businessman's money is never enough. Before my grandfather was alive, my mother often borrowed money from him. My grandfather is used to it. .”

"Your grandfather should be a collector." Lorraine said lightly.

"Yeah." Zihao nodded earnestly, "Everyone calls him that. He also likes to write calligraphy and so on. He has a wide range of hobbies."

"Your grandfather, do you have an engraved copy of "The Book of Man"?" Lorraine looked at the boy squarely.

"Hmm..." Zihao rolled his eyes up, and after a long memory, he nodded to Lorraine, "I remember my mother mentioned that grandpa seems to have such a collection."

"What about the engraved copy?" Qingfeng sat up straight, looking expectant, "Can you show us?"

"The more valuable collections are all in my mother's safe." Zihao shook his head in embarrassment, "I can't show it to you."

"Oh..." Qingfeng looked at Lorraine with some disappointment, as if asking what to do next.

"The engraved book." Luo Lan looked at Zihao calmly, her amber eyes were clear, "Has a young girl read it?"

"A little girl?" Zihao was taken aback, racking his brains to recall, "I remember, when I was young, many people came here to see my grandfather's collection, and my grandfather would usually agree to their request. , Quite a few people have read that engraved book."

"That girl has already lost her life." Lorraine's eyes narrowed slightly, staring at the boy closely, her voice was melodious, as if with a magical rhythm.

"Think about it again, a girl, young, has already lost her life..."

Facing Brother Qingfeng's eyes, Zihao didn't blink, and many memories flashed through his mind. Suddenly, Zihao closed his eyelids slightly, sat stiffly on the spot, and slowly lowered his head.

The room fell into silence, Zihao lowered his head deeply, and his shoulders moved slightly.

Qingfeng looked at Luolan, moved his position, and patted the boy on the shoulder, "Zihao, what's wrong with you?"

The boy was still hanging his head, a few drops of transparent liquid dripped down and seeped into the boy's school trousers.

"Zihao, why are you crying?" Qingfeng was astonished, and hurriedly pulled out a few pieces of paper from the table and handed them to the boy.

The boy lowered his head and choked up, as if some button had been touched, and the tears flowed unstoppably like golden beans.

"Zihao, don't cry, what do you think is wrong?" Qingfeng looked concerned.

"I miss her..." the boy cried so hard that he couldn't speak, "I miss her..."

When the door opened, Zihao quickly wiped away the tears on his face, and threw the drink bottle he drank into the trash can.

Two anti-theft doors opened, and a woman with hot orange-red instant noodle rolls walked into the hallway, and put the key in her hand on the shoe cabinet. Behind her was a man with a big belly. His hair was greasy and sparse, barely covering the top of his head.

"Mom." Zihao got up, a little embarrassed.

"Yeah." The woman raised her eyes, only to see two people sitting on the sofa in the living room, her eyes were immediately displeased.

"This is my classmate Qingfeng, and his brother." Zihao quickly explained, and glanced at the man with a big belly, "Hello, Uncle Qi."

"Zihao has grown taller again." The middle-aged man surnamed Qi smiled and looked at the long-haired boy sitting on the sofa from the corner of his eye as soon as he entered the door.

The woman looked at Qingfeng and Luo Lan, and smiled on the surface, "Qingfeng, I heard that you did very well in this monthly exam."

"I'm lucky. I got a few questions right." Qingfeng quickly got up and looked at the woman with a smile.

"It's time, don't you take your brother home for dinner?" The woman raised her hand and glanced at the smart watch, "Your mother should be in a hurry."

"I sent a message to my mother." Qingfeng looked serious, "The school arranged a group study, and Zihao and I happened to be in the same group. I will go back after finishing the homework."

"Really?" The woman's eyes were a little impatient, but she still smiled, "Then you go to Zihao's bedroom to study, Boss Qi and I still have business to discuss."

Zihao nodded again and again, and went to carry his schoolbag. The man with a big belly smiled and sat on the sofa. Luo Lan immediately got up and followed Zihao.

"Boys nowadays really dare to wear any hairstyle." The middle-aged man surnamed Qi looked at the back of the boy with a smile, and touched his chin with one hand, "If we wore it so long back then, we would have been called pussies. "

"That's not it." The woman poured water for the man with a smile, "Boss Qi, I happen to have some good tea here, you have to taste it today."

Entering Zihao's bedroom, the boy carefully closed the door, took out the books from his schoolbag, and put on a look of studying.

"Let's keep our voice down." Zi Hao looked wary, "My mother sometimes sticks to the door and eavesdrops on our conversation."

"Understood." Qingfeng also lowered his voice.

"That uncle Qi is a big boss."

In front of his peers, the boy could not hide the deep disgust and helplessness in his eyes.

"My mother sells building materials, so I have to establish a good relationship with these people, otherwise there will be no business."

"Where's your father?" Qingfeng scratched his forehead.

"My father works in a public unit, and he always comes home very late." Zihao pursed his lips.

"Public offices usually get off work early?" Qingfeng was a little puzzled.

Zihao lowered his head and didn't speak.

"I want to know the information about the girl who made you cry."

In Zihao's bedroom, there was no place to sit except for the chair that matched the desk. Lorraine and Qingfeng sat by the bed, facing the boy.

"But I..." Zihao looked at the two people opposite him timidly, hesitating.

"We will not reveal what you said." Qingfeng vowed to raise her hand, "I promise!"

Zi Hao pursed his lips and looked at Luo Lan, who nodded slowly, expressing that he would keep the secret.

"I thought I had forgotten." Zihao lowered his eyes, eyes full of sadness, "But I found out that I can't forget at all."

The boy stood up, groped in the bookcase, took out an old mobile phone, charged it and turned it on.

The screen of the mobile phone is a bit broken, but the content inside can still be seen.

Zihao clicked on the album, then clicked on a private album, and after entering the password, a small picture of the photo was displayed.

The boy looked at the small picture, and his fingertips stopped in front of the phone screen. It seemed that the picture was warm, and the heat emitted made him unable to approach it.

"She...is my cousin."

As if he had made up his mind, Zihao clicked on the photo, but because the screen didn’t respond well, he didn’t click on it the first time. The boy gritted his teeth and clicked on it quickly.

The girl's photo was enlarged, and her sweet smile was tender and incomplete under the broken screen.

The girl has a wheat complexion, and her eyes are the most outstanding. When she smiles, her brows and eyes are curved, like a gentle and harmless deer, pure and lovely.

Lorraine quietly stared at the photo, where the girl's life and beliefs were stored, feeling slightly hot.

"Her name is Wen Qiqi, she is my cousin, my aunt's daughter." Zihao looked down at the girl's smiling face, his eyes full of sadness.

"Sister Qiqi borrowed here because she wanted to go to high school. I was still in elementary school at the time. Sister Qiqi took care of me and treated me very well."

"My grandfather had two daughters, and my mother was the eldest.

Our family is better off, but Qiqi’s sister’s family is in poor condition. Qiqi’s mother, my aunt, has a bad temper and speaks bluntly. In favor of my mother.

My grandfather gave my mother a lot of money before he was alive, but if my aunt’s family encountered difficulties, my grandfather would not help me. My aunt scolded my grandfather for being biased, saying that my grandfather was snobby, and my grandfather didn’t like my aunt even more because of this.

Although my aunt has a strong mouth, she has a soft heart. When my grandfather was seriously ill, my aunt and uncle were working in other places. When they heard the news, they would come back to take care of my grandfather.

But my mother and father told them not to come back, and lied to my aunt that my grandfather's condition was not serious. My father took the opportunity to wait on my grandfather's bed and put all kinds of eye drops, so when my grandfather passed away, he gave all the house and collections to him. I left it for my mother, but didn't leave it for my aunt.

My aunt was angry with my mother and always quarreled with my mother.But she didn't think that sister Qiqi was staying at our house at the time, and whenever my aunt quarreled with my mother, my mother would bully sister Qiqi even more.

Sister Qiqi was under a lot of pressure to study at the time, and she had to be ordered by my mother. My mother treated Sister Qiqi like a servant and asked her to do this and that. Sister Qiqi had no choice but to endure it. "

Zihao bowed his head deeply, "As long as I speak for Sister Qiqi, my mother won't feed Sister Qiqi, and I can only secretly help Sister Qiqi with work, but I can't always do well.

My mother treated her like that, but Sister Qiqi never got angry with me. She always touched my head very gently, gave me lectures, and asked me to study hard. "