The prompt sound of the system's applause value is excited, just like a big bell, which shocks Li Shixin.

1,200,000 ......

Single.

The movie hasn't finished yet!

Yes......

Sitting in the fourth row of the best viewing position, looking at the leeks (crossed out) heads that were swaying because of sobbing at his feet, Li Shixin's face was flushed with two patches, and his squinted eyes were stained with a layer of mist.

This feeling......

Yada!

In the old man's heart, accompanied by a comfortable wail, the plot on the big screen has reached the last stage of the film.

The story of Act 9 has begun.

Dazhi is gone, just as suddenly as he broke into the city in a daze.

It's as if he's never been to the city.

But everywhere he's been, there's something missing.

In the office area of the radio and television "Hongshan Help You Say" program group, although the program was ordered to stop broadcasting and rectify by the leadership, people are still busy.

It's just that unlike in the past, the previous talk and laughter are gone. In its place, there is an oppressive dullness.

"Xiao Sun, have you finished the program schedule that the station wanted? Hurry up, the editor-in-chief asked me for it just now! Tsk, why is there no boiling water? Alas, what about the blue-covered document I put here? Dazhi! Da ......"

A person walked in in a hurry, sat down at the office and said hello at the same time, and picked up the water glass in his hand. He habitually screamed, but halfway through the call, he froze.

In the office area, everyone focused their eyes on him.

In the complicated eyes of his colleagues, the man smiled bitterly, got up silently and walked to the water dispenser.

He shook his head when he saw the hot water area that was burning and had not yet reached temperature.

"I heard that Dazhi left without even receiving his salary. ”

In the silence, a little girl muttered softly.

"Hey, he's probably really sad. ”

"yes. He did so much for Tintin. In the end, he couldn't even meet each other, he was so simple alone......"

"Hey, I'm still thinking that if Dazhi is here, our office can produce a top ten employees this quarter. ”

Immediately, someone chimed in.

But in return, there was indeed a longer silence.

In the corner office, feeling the depression outside, Hong Shan put down the lighter in his hand.

He grabbed his coat and car keys and walked out of the office in silence.

......

It is cramped and narrow, and it can completely belong to the category of urbanization construction stains, and there are not many opportunities to enter luxury cars.

And celebrities in cities like Hongshan are even more of a spectacle.

When Hong Shan asked about the neighbors who were sitting around the big sign at the mouth of the alley, the people enthusiastically led him to an illegal building attached to the tube building.

The abrupt and low house is like Dazhi who should not live in this society.

"After Dazhi came back, he locked himself in it, and we persuaded him for two days. Mr. Hong, you can talk, you can talk about him!"

"Yes, no matter how you don't want to eat!

Standing in front of the door of Dazhi's house, looking at the meals at the door that I don't know who sent them and have been stacked into a small mountain, Hong Shan frowned.

He stepped forward, moved the food away with the help of his neighbors, and knocked softly on the door.

"Dazhi, I'm Hongshan. Are you in there?"

The room was as quiet as a tomb.

"Dazhi, I know you're sad. But it's not good for you to do this, you see, the neighbors are thinking about you. Be obedient and open the door. ”

Still no one responded.

"Dazhi! I'm disappointed that you look like this! Do you know that everyone cares about you, don't play with children's tempers. Hurry up and open the door! I'm telling you, you're running away! That's right, Tintin didn't find it, you're very sad. But that's not a reason for you to give up on yourself! What did you tell me before? You've got to get Tintin back, right?"

"For you, I lost my show and self-destructed my future. Xiaoyi also followed his mother, and I didn't even have time to see him! Just to help you find Dingding! What's going on now?! Shutter, open this damn door!"

No matter how stern Hong Shan's voice is, and no matter how soft Hong Shan persuades, the inside is still standing still.

Looking at the closed wooden door, Hong Shan took a deep breath and took two steps back.

Then, kicking hard at the damn door!

Boom!

The door, which was not strong, was kicked open.

But looking at the scene inside, all the people standing outside the house were stunned.

In that small, cramped living room, a fortress appeared.

By not knowing the thousands of colorful paper cranes, Lei Cheng fortress!

Under the reflection of the setting sun, those thousand paper cranes glow with colorful halos, reflecting the messy house like a dream. Today's Literature Network

Through the gaps of the paper cranes, a faint figure can be seen, sitting there as if dead.

It turned out that it was not a fortress made of thousands of paper cranes, but a splendid tomb.

"Dazhi, are you okay? Me, can you come in?"

Hearing Hong Shan's cautious voice, the people in the tomb raised their heads slightly.

"There isn't much to do here. The house is small, too, too cramped. ”

Hearing Dazhi's voice, Hong Shan let out a long sigh of relief.

He took a step forward.

"It's okay, I've lived in a rental house in Pudong before, so it's okay to squeeze a little. ”

"I've made everyone miserable. Really, I made everybody miserable. ”

Even in the midst of extreme sadness, Great Wisdom still has his head on the penitent himself.

"It's okay, Wisdom. It's okay, we can keep going. I can still find you for ten years until I get Tintin back. But you're going to let me know what you're thinking right now, okay?"

"Please, Great Wisdom. ”

Squatting in front of the grave of the thousand paper cranes, Hong Shan almost discussed in a pleading voice.

With his magnetic, persuasive voice, the Great Wisdom in the grave raised his head.

The two eyes finally converged.

"I saw your eyes full of kindness, and they said you quit. How can you resign?"

"Tintin doesn't need me anymore, I can't get Tintin back. ”

Dazhi's voice was full of tears, and his tired eyes were full of despair.

"She has a new home, and he doesn't need me anymore. ”

"Who told you this? from the police station? or Tintin as his adoptive mother?"

Hong Shan asked with a frown.

"No, it's not. It's not what they say, it's me, I know. ”

"Hah!"

Looking at Dazhi's depressed face, Hong Shan smiled angrily: "It's the first time I've heard you say such stupid things." Wisdom, listen to me. Tintin will be back, and everyone wants Tintin to come back and continue to live happily ever after with you. Do you know how hard it is? It's rare for someone to have so much support, not even me. But you have to fight for her! You know, you have to fight for it, you can't close yourself off here. ”

Wow!

The roof of the tomb was broken by a tall figure.

In front of all the neighbors and Hongshan, Dazhi collapsed.

The collapse was so complete.

He spun around in circles, biting his short nails vigorously, and his tired face was immediately flushed, and the green tendons on his forehead flare.

He hooked his body to the extreme hysterically, and then slashed the floor with his foot.

"I've tried, I've tried hard!"

His collapse made Hong Shan also excited.

"Dazhi, you need to work harder!"

"You don't understand! You don't... I don't understand!"

Dazhi waved his hands, like a sad child, unrestrained to vent his emotions.

"What don't I understand?"

"You don't understand what it's like to try again and again, again and again, and you can't succeed! You were born perfect, but I was born like this! You are perfect! People like you don't understand at all!"

In the face of Dazhi's hysterical roar and accusations, saying things that did not look like Dazhi's style at all, Hong Shan's eyes were full of shock.

He clapped his hand on his chest.

"Someone like me?"

"Yes, you're the kind of person! You don't understand what it's like to be hurt. Because you don't feel it, people like you don't feel it!"

"Fart!"

Boom!

Hong Shan was completely enraged, and he kicked those thousand paper cranes in all directions.

Almost against the nose of Dazhi, he stood forward.

"You bastard! Do you think you're the only one suffering? I'll tell you how I am, I feel lost, small, ugly, dispensable! My wife fucks with other men, who are more perfect than me, and cuckolds me! My son hates me, he doesn't even call me daddy when he talks to me! I just want to give him a better life, but I don't want to ignore him. He looked at me in the arena that day, his eyes were full of disappointment, and he even said that I was not as good as you fool! I would wake up every morning and feel lost, and I looked around and everyone seemed to be happy in their families, but I couldn't. No matter how hard you try, it seems to be wrong. No matter what the I do, I'll never be the best!"

Hong Shan's expression was distorted, and tears the size of soybeans fell down the nasolabial folds next to his nose.

As he spoke, he squatted on the ground, buried his face in his knees, and wept outright.

Looking at Hong Shan, who was completely different from his impression, he couldn't see that he was powerful at all, and he was even more fragile than a child, Dazhi calmed down.

He slowly squatted down and pressed his palm on Hong Shan's shoulder.

"You're perfect enough. Teacher Hong, great, awesome Teacher Hong. ”

Looking at Hong Shan, who was constantly shaking his shoulders and shaking his head vigorously, Dazhi slowly opened his arms and hugged him in his arms.

The two men who completely tore off their disguises and showed their softest parts to each other hugged each other in the thousands of paper cranes scattered all over the ground.