actor, he refuses to remarry

The friend was a little anxious: "I still want to call you to ask, I haven't been able to contact Wanfeng for a long time."

Zhan Juzhou's heart sank immediately.

The man went on to say: "He has lost contact before, but it has never been that long. His bastard father gambles outside every day and owes a lot of money. If he can pay it back, he will pay it back. If he can't pay it back, he can only go out and hide... ...Did you also go out to avoid debts this time?"

Zhan Juzhou frowned: "He has a relative who is said to be his mother's cousin who owns a restaurant, do you know the contact information?"

"He doesn't have any relatives." The man was helpless: "His mother was forced to death by his father. The relatives on his mother's side have already lost contact with their Su family. What mother's cousin, I don't have any Listen to him."

Zhan Juzhou's face became paler.

Did Su Wanfeng... deceive herself?

The friend's tone was a bit sad: "In my opinion, Su Wanfeng's father probably found him again and asked for money. He should hide."

Zhan Juzhou's heart was beating wildly: "Can I contact his father?"

"There is a phone number, but I don't know if I can get through."

Five minutes later, Zhan Juzhou's mobile phone sent a series of numbers.

Zhan Juzhou went to the window and dialed the number, but the other party never answered.

Zhan Juzhou had no choice but to send a text message to this number.

[Hi, I'm Su Wanfeng's friend, do you know where Su Wanfeng is now? 】

Not long after, Zhan Juzhou received a call from Su Jianbo.

The man's voice was flustered on the phone, as if he was avoiding someone.

"You...you said you were my son's friend?"

"Yes."

Su Jianbo: "Then can you give me some money?"

Zhan Juzhou's breathing suddenly tightened, and Su Wanfeng's whereabouts were unknown. This father's first reaction was to ask for money?

He tightly clenched his phone, and said coldly, "I can give you money, but only if I want to see Su Wanfeng."

Su Jianbo hurriedly said: "I... I haven't seen him for a while, I'm out of town, but when I left, I rented a house for him, he should still be there."

Zhan Juzhou stood up from the chair, grabbed his coat and car keys, and went out.

In March, the spring is cold, and Zhan Juzhou only feels a chill creeping up from the soles of his feet.

How is Su Wanfeng now?

How is he doing?

He felt extremely uneasy, the closer he was to the address Su Jianbo said, the more flustered he became, and his palms were covered in cold sweat.

The rental housing that Su Jianbo mentioned is an old residential building in the city. It was included in the urban planning a few years ago, but the construction has not started. The houses are dilapidated and the flow of people is complicated.

Zhan Juzhou got out of the car, ran up to the second floor in a hurry, and reached out to knock on the door.

"Su Wanfeng? Su Wanfeng?!"

The room is quiet, there is no sound.

Zhan Juzhou was in a hurry, and the knocking on the door became louder and louder.

Finally, the opposite door opened a crack, and a head poked out cautiously: "Who are you looking for?"

Zhan Juzhou turned his head when he heard the sound, and hurriedly asked, "I'm looking for someone who lives here."

"No one lives here."

Zhan Juzhou was stunned: "No one lives here?"

But the address Su Jianbo gave him is clearly here.

If he asked for money, he probably wouldn't lie to himself. Could it be that Su Wanfeng moved away by himself?

Seeing Zhan Juzhou's panting appearance, the woman continued, "This place has been empty for a long time. Last month... there was no one living there for two or three months."

Zhan Juzhou frowned: "There should be a father and son living here."

The woman suddenly realized: "Ah, it's them."

Zhan Juzhou said anxiously: "Yes, do you know where they moved?"

The woman frowned, "I know, I know...but young man, who are you from them?"

She hesitated to speak: "This family... It seems that they owe a lot of money. People in the family come to ask for debts every three days, and we are all in a state of anxiety..."

Zhan Juzhou didn't have the heart to talk about this at all, so he asked directly, "Where's the son? Where is he now?"

The woman was silent for a while before she came out of the room: "Come with me."

Seeing her strange expression, Zhan Juzhou felt a little more uneasy.

He followed the woman downstairs, passing through a low and messy bungalow area, Zhan Juzhou's face became uglier as he walked in, the sewage was all under his feet, and occasionally mice crawled across the city.

Zhan Juzhou could barely breathe, how could Su Wanfeng live in such a place?

After following the woman for about ten minutes, he stopped at the door of a dilapidated, crumbling room.

Woman: "He's right here."

Zhan Juzhou hurried forward and pushed the door open.

A nauseating smell came over his nostrils, Zhan Juzhou waved his hand, adapting to the darkness in front of him, and gradually saw the scene in front of him in the dim light and shadow.

The room was very empty, there was a bathtub near the corner, and there was a person curled up on his side in it, covered with a heavy, dirty-looking quilt.

The man was completely buried inside, with only half of the back of his head and curly hair exposed.

Zhan Juzhou's heart was almost frozen, he subconsciously looked back at the woman who brought him here.

The woman pouted: "Hey, this is the person you are looking for."

Zhan Juzhou's eyes turned red, he shook his head, he couldn't believe that this person was Su Wanfeng: "No..."

The woman sighed: "If you want me to say, it's all the fault of his father. I saw this child a few times when he first moved here. He is a clean and beautiful child. When he sees me, he will call me auntie." , but his father..."

With another sigh, the woman continued: "His father often beats him. I listened to his screams every day and every day. It was very pitiful. When I saw him later, he had changed. When I talked to him, he I don’t care about people, and later, on the Chinese New Year’s day, many people came to his house, and his house was loud that night, and I don’t know what happened, so his father ran away. We haven’t seen this child for several days. Worried about what might happen, I went into the house to have a look..."

"He was in the bathtub, and it was full of blood. We called the police, and the police sent him to the ambulance station. But within two days, he ran back by himself, and refused to come out of the bathtub without saying anything. When the house is due and the rent is not paid, the landlord will not let him stay."

"But he didn't want to leave, so the landlord drove him out together with the bathtub. In this cold weather, he would freeze to death within a few days outside. The few of us brought him here. This house No one has lived in it for a long time, although it is a bit broken, it can at least keep out the wind and rain. The quilt on him is still my family's."

Zhan Juzhou was short of breath, his heart throbbed in severe pain, and he could hardly speak a complete sentence: "He... how long has he been here..."

"It's been more than a month." The woman said helplessly, "This child is very poor. His father hasn't come back since he left, and he hasn't seen his mother. People from the ambulance station sometimes come to see him, and no one wants to raise him." For such an idle person, people who live near us will come over to bring him some water and food from time to time...but sometimes they are too busy to take care of him."

"If he is hungry, he will go to the trash can outside, but most of the time, he would rather be hungry than come out of this bathtub."

The woman suddenly got angry: "Last week, a group of kids didn't know how to find him. They came over after school every day and threw stones at him. That's it, he didn't come out."

Zhan Juzhou was weak all over, his eyes were scarlet, he clenched his fists, his steps were heavy and difficult, he walked to the bathtub step by step, and squatted down.

His heart ached, as if it had been frozen into ice, and fell to the ground hard, shattered to pieces.

That kind of intense pain, like a deep brand, was engraved on the bone with a knife, spreading all over the body, making it impossible to breathe.

Trembling, he stretched out a hand and touched Su Wanfeng's head.

Su Wanfeng moved slightly, then retracted his head into the quilt twice.

"Hold the wind..."

As soon as he opened his mouth, his voice was completely hoarse.

He slowly pulled the quilt off Su Wanfeng's body. In the cold early spring of March, Su Wanfeng was only wearing a thin unlined garment, and his bony body was curled up into such a small ball. With just one glance, Zhan Juzhou almost cried.

"Wan Feng...Wan Feng..."

He completely lifted the quilt, trying to hug Su Wanfeng out of it.

However, Su Wanfeng seemed to wake up suddenly, holding on to the edge of the bathtub with both hands, crying, "Don't go, don't go."

Zhan Juzhou was about to break his hand away when he froze all of a sudden.

He grabbed Su Wanfeng's left hand in a panic, his eyes were messed up, as if someone was drowning in water, trembling and suffocating.

"Finger...finger?"

He couldn't hold back the tears at last, and fell in clusters from the corners of his eyes.

It's been less than half a year since he and Su Wanfeng divorced!

How did people become like this!

Zhan Juzhou was angry and in pain, he wished he could kill that bastard Su Jianbo!

Su Wanfeng tried hard to pull his hand out of his palm, a low sob came out of his throat.

However, this fragile body had no strength left, so Zhan Juzhou took off his coat, covered Su Wanfeng's head, wrapped one hand under his knees, and picked him up.

Su Wanfeng burst into tears suddenly, and he began to struggle desperately, biting Zhan Juzhou's arm with his teeth.

Enduring the pain, Zhan Juzhou strode out of the dark rental house with his arms in his arms.

He put Su Wanfeng into the car, and Su Wanfeng rushed over to open the door immediately.

Zhan Juzhou locked all the doors, he looked at Su Wanfeng's dirty face, and hugged him tightly: "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid... I'll take you home, no one will hurt you again .”

Su Wanfeng stared at the car door handle firmly with both hands, "Go back...go back!"

Zhan Juzhou fastened his seat belt, got into the cab by himself, and drove the car frantically towards home.

Su Wanfeng kept pulling on the car door, and finally he was tired. He hugged his knees and curled up in the corner of the seat cushion, thinking: "I'm going to die...I'm going to die..."