Two.

About four or five hours ago, when I followed the young man into Xifulai, I still had a trace of luck, thinking that there was no one inside.

For there was no figure in sight or a single human voice when I entered, except for an old-fashioned fluorescent lamp that hissed overhead, which made the old and lonely house look particularly desolate. So he tried to persuade the young man to leave and find another store, but he walked straight inside, and said, "Since the signboard lights are on, how can no one do business, do you say it?" ”

Then, as if to verify his words, a little boy of eight or nine years old came out from under a desk in the right corner of the room, looked at me and the young man with a kind of adult-like sophistication, and asked with a smile, "Do you live in the hotel?"

The boy's name is Zhou Yu.

I still remember very clearly that when I was dragging my tired body and waiting beside him, watching him slowly register for the store, he heard me yawning, and he looked at me with his pretended mature childish smile, and said to me seriously: "My name is Zhou Yu, the boat of the light boat, the feather of Guan Yu." If there is anything here, just call Ah Yu here on the stairs, and be on call. ”

His words made people feel a little distressed.

Other people's children are at his age, and they are afraid of wearing clothes and still stretching out their hands and waiting for their parents to put on their sleeves, but this child is actually watching the store alone, and he is so sensible that he even provides such thoughtful service.

This can't help but make me wonder about his parents. What kind of parent would let such a young child watch the store alone in the middle of the night, while they themselves ran somewhere? When I asked, the boy smiled at me again with his pretended maturity and replied, "Busy." ”

No matter how busy you are with your own business, can you be so busy that an underage child is still standing at the front desk in the middle of the night and taking care of a whole hotel for himself?

Now, when I stood at a distance of a staircase from the father and son, watching Zhou Yu being beaten by his red-faced father, I finally realized that the so-called busyness was nothing more than going to drink.

And it's not at all surprising that a father who can beat up his own child so well-behaved and sensible after drinking would make an underage child go to the store late at night. So, after standing still for a few seconds, I ran downstairs despite the fact that the kid was always stopping me with his gaze, and when the man raised his belt and pulled it towards him again, I quickly blocked his hand: "Okay! Stop fighting! How big is it to hit so hard??"

The man was stunned at first.

He immediately looked down at me and sneered: "What's the matter, haven't you seen someone teach your son a lesson?" After speaking, my arm was pushed forward, and I couldn't help but be stumbled backwards by him.

The strength is really great, but such a big force is used to beat the child, it is really not as good as a sick man.

Therefore, after gaining a firm footing, I immediately retorted: "Lesson is lesson, can you speak well? Even if such a young child does something wrong, just reason with him, as for the death?"

"How do I teach him what the fuck is going to do with you?"

"I can't get used to your teachings. ”

"What if you can't get used to it, Lao Tzu teaches his son a lesson, can you take care of it?"

"I can't control the police. ”

"Policeman, okay, you should fucking call the police to see if the police can take care of it when they come!" After saying that, he pushed me on the shoulder again, and I almost fell to the ground.

Zhou Yu hurriedly ran in front of me, blocked me with his small body, turned his head, and said to his father urgently: "Dad! Don't be like this! People are guests! Who will come to stay in our store after the guests are scared away?"

With a word, the man narrowed his eyes and stopped what he was approaching me.

"Where's the wine!" and then grunted and lifted his pants, and he staggered towards the kitchen: "I'll you in the future, see if I don't smoke you!

I saw that Zhou Yu was anxious to follow up when he heard his words, and hurriedly pulled him hard: "Let him go." ”

"But he couldn't find ...... in a hurry."

"Look at his drunken appearance, you go to find him to drink, what if he just finds an excuse and beats you again. ”

“...... But there's a lot of stuff in the kitchen, what if he falls?"

"If you fall, you will fall. I looked at the bloody scars on the back of Zhou Yu's hand, and said in my heart, it would be good to just fall down and fight to clear his brutal father's mind. But as soon as the words came out, I saw that the child's nose suddenly turned red, and he gritted his teeth and pushed me hard:

"How can my sister say that! He's my dad!"

With that, he took me by the hand and shook it out, and ran into the kitchen.

Seeing this, I couldn't stop it at all.

I could only watch him run into the kitchen, and then I heard a bang inside, obviously the drunk kicked something again, which made him slap Zhou Yu who had just entered the door with a roar: "Tell you to put it indiscriminately! Tell you to indiscriminately! You know how to harm people, and you don't know what kind of evil you have created!"

I endured it for a long time before I didn't follow up with the kitchen.

However, even if you follow up, what can you do, you can't manage it for a while, and the child doesn't hold grudges, the front foot was beaten so hard, but the back foot only cares about whether his father will fall and get injured, as the so-called father and son are connected, for this situation, it seems that no matter how much others worry about it, it is empty, and it may even be unacceptable. Therefore, the only thing I can do is to hope that the drunkard will stop finding fault and continue to be cruel to this child, otherwise, I will not only continue to take care of this idle matter, but also call the police, whether the police can control this kind of matter or not.

When I thought of this, I somehow suddenly remembered my father.

I think of his always smiling face, I think of the meticulous care he took for me when he was well, and I think of the eyes he looked at me when he was sick lying on the bed......

When I had no idea about death, I didn't know what that kind of gaze meant, but now when I think about it, I can't help it.

Come to think of it, this is probably the reason why I am so angry at the brutality of Zhou Yu's father.

Such an irresponsible and brutal father is, in my opinion, a tarnished of the word 'father'.

Thinking about it in such a mess, before I knew it, I had returned to the second floor.

I just patronized and paid attention to the movement downstairs, so I walked carelessly, so when I walked to a door, I didn't even notice how many numbers were written on the door, thinking that it was my room, and the door opened with a push.

So he walked in.

When he entered the door, he still didn't notice anything wrong, but he was so depressed that he was about to fall into bed.

But after taking two steps, I suddenly realized that the light was on in the room.

There was a man sitting under the light, the man was looking down at a piece of paper in his hand, and when he heard the door open, he raised his head and glanced at me, and his half-skeletal face seemed to be smiling: "Looking for me?"

"It's the wrong door......"

I was taken aback by that face.

Even though it wasn't the first time I'd seen Immortal's original appearance, I couldn't find my voice for a moment, because his face looked so strange in the light.

"Your face is so bad, are you hungry again?"

"yes, so just went downstairs to find something to eat. ”

"Found no. ”

"Didn't find it. ”

"Then let's go get some sleep as soon as it's early, and we'll have to leave as soon as it's dawn. ”

"Okay. As he spoke, he quickly retreated towards the door, but before he could go out, he suddenly said again: "By the way, since you are here, you might as well do me a favor by the way." ”

"What's busy......"

"Help me make this area more symmetrical. ”

The act of using my paintings to transform into his living human form always reminds me of a story I read when I was a child: painting skin.

When I was a child, I always used a thin piece of skin painted like a beautiful woman to the female ghost, and she became a real beauty, and I felt very incomprehensible, and I felt that the painting on the skin was really fake, and what kind of crooked eyes did the scholar and his family have to look at such a strange thing as a human being.

Now that he has done this in front of me, it has opened my eyes, and from now on, if anyone is as confused as I am about the painted skin, then I can describe it to those people in great detail, and the process is not to shake the painted skin on the body and become human. Painting is just a medium, just like three-dimensional printing, with this medium you can print the same three-dimensional modeling as the medium, but the three-dimensional printing relies on computer output, and for the demons and gods, it relies on some kind of spell, and makes this three-dimensional technology directly act on yourself.

However, therefore, the requirements for painters will be higher, not only to be able to paint, but also to master the structure and details more skillfully and rigorously, so as not to appear after three-dimensionalization, there will be all kinds of situations similar to those PS methods that are inferior to the appearance of their own photos.

Interestingly, despite the rigor of the paintings, the colors are not necessarily the same. Because all my luggage was stolen by thieves yesterday, I don't even have a pen for drawing, not to mention the tools I used for drawing. So when I asked him to paint a portrait of him in the car, I told him about it. He smiled at me without mind, and said, "If you have a pen, it's done." Pigments are not necessarily required. ”

So, I drew a portrait of him with a pen I found in the car.

It's quite difficult to paint, because after all, you can't compare with those old painters, you will always make some mistakes, and he asks for a painting that doesn't mind the color, but it has to be extremely detailed in other aspects. Therefore, it took several drawings to finally get one that could be used, which is one of the reasons why I fell asleep as soon as I entered the hotel.

Physical fatigue and mental distress, the two are superimposed, and it is really difficult for people to bear it.

"I heard a quarrel downstairs before, is that you?" I was thinking about how to rectify the original painting so as not to destroy the original painting, when I heard the young man ask abruptly.

I nodded, "Yes." ”

"Quarrel with whom. ”

"Remember the little kid who entertained us when I first entered the store, he was beaten by his father, and I went to stop him. ”

"It is difficult for a clean official to cut off family affairs, and it is better to take care of this kind of idle matter. ”

"So you just watched him get pumped to death by his father?"

"Heh......" Hearing this, the young man smiled lightly: "Killed?" ”

"Do you mean, as long as you don't kill you, you can just let it go. ”

"I just think that no matter what the situation, any act that does not measure oneself is itself an act that is not beneficial to others and to yourself, otherwise you would not have come upstairs with a bad face at this time, and even the room was wrong, right? ”

His words made me blush because I remembered the urge to attack him with a badminton racket the first time I met him.

"I heard that reincarnation is also about fate, so some people have deep children, and some people have shallow children. Do you think there is such a thing?" I asked him after a moment of silence.

He smiled: "I'm not Meng Po, nor am I Lord Yama, how can I know." ”

"I know that there are many such things, and I have seen biological parents abandon their children. But I really encountered it, after all, I didn't watch the news broadcast, so I really couldn't sit idly by, and besides, that kid was so young and sensible......"

"What if he wasn't so small and not so sensible?"

A faint rhetorical question made me stunned.

I found that I couldn't find the right words to answer, and subconsciously stopped my pen, and was about to ponder the meaning of his words, when I suddenly heard a knock on the door downstairs:

"Is there anyone in there? Is the boss there?"

"Who's there?"

"It's convenient to beg for a bowl of noodles to eat. ”

"Begging for noodles or bringing a coffin?"

"It's called seeing officials and making money, boss. ”。