Inside the door is a desolate but clean home.

In the middle of the living room is a table with unfinished manual work.

Lin Zhiming walked to the living room and looked around.

There are some awards hanging on the surrounding walls, as well as some paintings drawn by children.

"Uncle, drink water. The little head named Zhao Wan'er handed Lin Zhiming a porcelain bowl, and water had been poured into the bowl.

"Thank you. Lin Zhiming smiled, reached out to take the water, then touched Zhao Wan'er's head and said, "Baby is so good." ”

Zhao Wan'er lowered her head, seemed a little embarrassed, didn't say anything, turned around and walked to the table, climbed into a chair, and then lay on the table to draw.

Lin Zhiming drank the water in the bowl, then put it aside, got up and walked to Zhao Wan'er's side.

Zhao Wan'er is painting two people, one is a little girl, and the other is a woman with long hair.

Obviously, one of these two people is her, and the other is her mother.

"Why don't you draw your father?" asked Lin Zhiming.

Zhao Wan'er shook her head, did not speak, and continued to scribble on the paper.

Lin Zhiming suddenly found that there seemed to be some bruises on Zhao Wan'er's neck.

Lin Zhiming stretched out his hand, grabbed Zhao Wan'er's collar and pulled it back slightly, and clearly saw that Zhao Wan'er had more bruises on her back.

Lin Zhiming frowned slightly and said, "Does your father often beat you?"

Zhao Wan'er's body trembled slightly, and then said, "No." ”

Lin Zhiming sighed, walked to the side and turned on the fan.

The room wasn't very ventilated, and it was a bit hot.

Zhao Wan'er glanced at Lin Zhiming and said, "Mom won't let you turn on the fan, saying that it's not good to blow the fan." ”

"Then you're not hot?" Lin Zhiming asked.

"Hot. Zhao Wan'er nodded.

"If it's hot, blow the fan, and it's not an air conditioner, so it's okay to blow a fan. Lin Zhiming said.

Zhao Wan'er raised her head, looked at the rotating fan on her head, and closed her eyes comfortably.

A few seconds later, Zhao Wan'er got up and walked to Lin Zhiming's side, reaching out to turn off the fan switch.

"Don't blow it?" Lin Zhiming asked.

"Hmm. Zhao Wan'er nodded.

"Was your dad home last night?" Lin Zhiming asked.

"Hmm. ”

"Did he say anything to your mother?" Lin Zhiming asked.

Zhao Wan'er shook her head, walked to the table, climbed into a chair, and continued to lie on the table to draw.

Lin Zhiming looked at his watch, walked to the side and sat down.

Little by little, time passed.

"Have you eaten?" asked Lin Zhiming.

Zhao Wan'er shook her head.

Lin Zhiming got up and walked into the kitchen.

His cooking skills are not very good, but he can still cook instant noodles, and there are still half boxes of instant noodles in the kitchen, which is undoubtedly a time for Lin Zhiming to show his cooking skills.

Lin Zhiming cooked instant noodles for one night and added a poached egg.

He walked to Zhao Wan'er's side with instant noodles, put them on the table and said, "Let's eat first." ”

Zhao Wan'er glanced at the instant noodles, then at Lin Zhiming, and said, "I'm going to wait for my mother to come back and eat it." ”

"Your mom won't be back yet. Lin Zhiming said.

Zhao Wan'er was silent for a long time, and suddenly asked, "Mom, are you dead?"

"Do you know what death is?" asked Lin Zhiming.

"I don't know. Zhao Wan'er shook her head, for her, who only studied in the kindergarten class at the age of five, death is still a very ethereal word.

"Then how do you say she's dead?" Lin Zhiming asked.

"Because last night my father kept asking my mother, saying why don't you die, if you die, our family's life will be better. Zhao Wan'er said.

Hearing this, Lin Zhiming was silent.

"Mom also said, if you really want me to die, then I will die tomorrow, and I will leave you and the baby a large sum of money. Zhao Wan'er said again.

Lin Zhiming was still silent, but he felt that he hadn't wanted to kill someone so much in his heart for a long time.

"Uncle, what is death?" Zhao Wan'er asked suspiciously.

"Death..."Lin Zhiming looked at Zhao Wan'er, wanting to explain with some words on TV, such as going to work in a distant place or something, but when he saw Zhao Wan'er's eyes, Lin Zhiming gave up his thoughts.

"Death is the disappearance of the body from this world, that is, you will never see this person again, and she will never return to you. Lin Zhiming said.

Zhao Wan'er looked at Lin Zhiming in surprise.

A few seconds later, tears appeared in Zhao Wan'er's eyes.

"Won't I ever see my mother again?" asked Zhao Wan'er.

"Yes, forever, for a lifetime, it is impossible to see her again, she is dead, there is no such person as your mother in this world, no more. Lin Zhiming nodded.

"Oh..."Zhao Wan'er sighed softly, and after a few seconds, she said, "That... Can I go to the place where my mother went when I die?"

Lin Zhiming was stunned for a moment and said, "Maybe it's okay." ”

Zhao Wan'er's eyes lit up after hearing this.

"Then how can I die?" Zhao Wan'er asked excitedly.

"Death is a very painful thing, and before you die, you need to endure very, very great pain, very painful!" Lin Zhiming said.

"I'm not afraid, my father hurts me every time, but I'm not afraid, I can't even cry!" Zhao Wan'er said proudly.

Lin Zhiming smiled, stretched out his hand and touched Zhao Wan'er's head, and said, "Uncle lied to you just now, even if you die, you won't be able to see your mother, not only that, but you can't see your father, your friends, you can't see anyone." ”

Zhao Wan'er frowned, looked at Lin Zhiming and said, "It's okay if you can't see your father, and it's okay if you can't see your friends, because everyone says I'm dirty and doesn't like to play with me, I just want to see my mother." ”

"I can't see it. Lin Zhiming shook his head and said.

"Then I'll see you when I'm dead. Zhao Wan'er said.

"You're not going to die. Lin Zhiming said.

"Why?" asked Zhao Wan'er.

"Because you're young, you can't die at such a young age. Lin Zhiming said.

"Then how can I die?" Zhao Wan'er asked.

"When you grow up, grow big, you die. Lin Zhiming said.

"That's going to be a long time!" Zhao Wan'er pouted and said aggrievedly.

"Yes, it's going to be a long time, if you want to grow up, you have to eat, hurry up and eat this noodles. Lin Zhiming said.

"Oh!" Zhao Wan'er nodded, feeling that what Lin Zhiming said made some sense, so she picked up the chopsticks and ate the noodles made by Lin Zhiming.

Zhao Wan'er eats very seriously and quickly.

Many children at this age are still in the stage of being chased by their parents to feed them, but Zhao Wan'er eats very well by herself, and she even knows how to hold the bowl with one hand, which is a habit that many adults do not necessarily have.

Lin Zhiming always remembered what his father told him when he was a child, he had to hold the bowl when he ate, which is called holding the rice bowl steadily.

Zhao Wan'er quickly finished eating a large bowl of noodles, and after that, Zhao Wan'er jumped off the chair with chopsticks and walked into the kitchen.

She was too short to reach the stove, but she moved a chair and put it under the stove, then stepped on the chair, turned on the faucet with a pair of small hands, and carefully cleaned the dishes and chopsticks.

"Can you wash the dishes?" asked Lin Zhiming.

"Hmm. Zhao Wan'er nodded and said, "I'm my mother's little helper." ”

"That's amazing!" Lin Zhiming praised with a smile.

After washing the dishes and chopsticks, Zhao Wan'er put the dishes and chopsticks separately, and then took a rag to wipe the table.

Lin Zhiming looked at Zhao Wan'er and felt that this girl didn't look like a five-year-old child at all, and many fifteen-year-old children didn't even have the hands-on ability of her.

After doing this, Zhao Wan'er climbed onto the chair again and lay on the table to draw.

It seems that painting has become her only hobby.

"Don't you watch TV?" asked Lin Zhiming.

For children, TV is definitely the most attractive.

"I don't like to see it. Zhao Wan'er shook her head.

"And children who don't like to watch TV, I don't believe it!" Lin Zhiming muttered, picked up the remote control and turned on the TV.

Bears are playing on TV, and this is one of the favorite cartoons of many children.

Lin Zhiming turned up his voice a little with some evil taste.

Zhao Wan'er watched the TV for a while, then frowned and looked at Lin Zhiming and said, "Uncle, your TV is too loud, it makes me noisy." ”

"You really don't watch it!" Lin Zhiming turned off the TV with some embarrassment.

Zhao Wan'er lowered her head to draw and didn't say a word.

At this moment, Zhao Wan'er suddenly put away all the pens and papers she had on the table.

"What's wrong?" Lin Zhiming asked.

"Dad is back, uncle, don't make Dad angry, he'll beat people!" Zhao Wan'er said as she walked into a nearby room and closed the door.

Zhao Dalong is back?

Lin Zhiming was stunned, he didn't feel anyone approaching at this time, his hearing was far more than ordinary people, he was professionally trained, generally speaking, he could hear the footsteps ten meters away.

At this moment, a faint sound of footsteps came into Lin Zhiming's ears.

Hearing this footstep, Lin Zhiming's brows furrowed.

Footsteps were getting closer, clearly heading towards the room.

Lin Zhiming looked at Zhao Wan'er's room.

Obviously, Zhao Wan'er heard the footsteps earlier than herself, and she could also tell who the owner of the footsteps was based on the footsteps!

Such an ability can never be acquired, and the only explanation for that is... Talent!!

Zhao Wan'er has an amazing hearing talent!

Lin Zhiming's pupils shrank slightly...

Just then, the door creaked open.

Zhao Dalong, who was drunk and full of alcohol, walked in from outside the door.

Looking at Zhao Dalong's appearance, he should have had a big drink outside.

Lin Zhiming was sitting in the living room, Zhao Dalong didn't notice it at first, and he didn't see Lin Zhiming until Zhao Dalong walked into the living room.

"Xiao Lin, why are you at my house!" Zhao Dalong frowned and looked at Lin Zhiming.

"I... I'm here to see you off with your wife. ”