The sky is full of stars and the night breeze is blowing.

For Linshui County, ten and a half o'clock can already be called midnight, especially in the combination of urban and rural areas, even the figure can not be seen, as for the car, it is even more fantastical, when I came I didn't feel how far, going back is more difficult than learning from the west, Shang Yang dragged his legs, barely supported his tired body, and staggered home, the nose injury was okay, there was glove protection, so as not to break his towering nose bridge, a little nosebleed, the injury of the eyebrow bone was uncomfortable, so that the corners of the eyes were already swollen, the left eye has been deformed, it is estimated that there will be a gap left in a while。

Walking onto the wide, but lonely road, he slowly moved the back of his body, becoming extraordinarily vicissitudes.

Shang Yang, who hung the chic on his lips, was gone, as if he had aged more than ten years overnight, he would never moan without illness like those hypocritical people, let alone pretend to let anyone sympathize and understand himself, he has always thought that since the scar, he woke up very early and looked down on it very early, and it took decades for others to realize the Tao, and he had an epiphany overnight, so he enjoyed his previous life very much, without desire and indifference.

But when the night came, those things still couldn't help but linger, and now there was no one, alone, and thoughts finally came to my heart one by one.

There are too many factors that lead to a person's success, and it has never been just hard work that can be achieved, luck, chance, noble support, and even some mythical ancestral tombs and aura, should all be related, Shang Yang is not a pessimistic person, but understands that a person should bow his head when he or she should bow his head.

Success itself is a very difficult thing, especially to achieve the ability to command and be qualified to look at all success.

He kept it very well this day, but now he suddenly felt unbearable sourness in his heart, his body hurt, his head hurt, his heart hurt, he walked silently, and wanted to cry happily on the unmanned street, but the tears just rolled, and they were forced to be pressed down.

He subconsciously pinched his trouser pocket, and there was the extra income he had just earned, 1,800 yuan.

Everyone knows that breaking out of the cocoon into a butterfly is beautiful, and as for the process, no one cares.

At this time, Shang Yang was a little flustered, calculating how much he could earn in a year, how much he could earn in ten years, and how long it would take for him and his mother not to be despised with the most pompous banknotes.

The figures drawn are pessimistic.

Pessimistic indeed.

He walked and walked, he didn't know how long he walked, and he didn't look at the road, but he actually walked downstairs to the house, maybe this is the legendary subconscious, he didn't continue to walk into the building, but looked up, the shop in front of him was closed, Chen Yutong's little girl should have been asleep, and there were few lights in the whole building, but the lights above the store were on.

That's his house.

There lived a woman who was more beautiful than any female star in her youth, and even now, she was well-known and beautiful around, and that was his mother.

In the past, when he came back, the lights in the house were always off, but tonight it was on, so unusually, it seemed that he was deliberately waiting for himself?

He looked at the lights in a daze, and couldn't figure out why Zhao Suxian was blind to that man back then, wasting a lot of good years, not to mention, having children out of wedlock, and putting his whole life into it, it was not worth it, it was not worth it.

The faint light reflected on Shang Yang's face, and the bruised eyebrow bones and the red bridge of his nose made him look less pale, and he took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth.

Ignite.

Take a deep breath.

When the nicotine mixed with carbon monoxide hit his lungs, he felt more comfortable than ever, and turned and walked to the opposite wall of the building, where there was a row of barns, the doors were locked, and in front of them were the stones that had been moved, so that the idle women could sit here and the house.

There was no one at midnight, and he sat on it.

Thinking back to the difficulty of my mother for so many years, and then thinking of myself again, I suddenly felt a little ridiculous, after living for so many years, there is nothing to do and show off.

When I went to my grandfather's house during the Chinese New Year, I was always the one who sat in the corner and didn't say a word.

Being branded as a "bad element" in the compound will not bring you anything.

The school is the king and the hegemon, but now it seems that it is not a fart.

Those girls who slept next to them were the only ones who had thoughts, but now when they mentioned it, they faintly felt that this was not only not worth showing off, but should be ashamed.

The lonely figure smoked a cigarette, lit another cigarette, and the smoke that came out rose faintly, lingering beside him, his heart was panicked, and he didn't know who to talk to.

He slowly took out the phone, there were songs on it, listen to the songs, relieve it, find a little sustenance for himself, and adjust his mood before going home, and click it casually.

Suddenly, I heard a voice on the phone: "Welcome to the midnight emotional radio, every night at twenty-three o'clock, punctually locked FM at ninety-nine o'clock... Hello everyone, I'm Yoyo..."

"Everyone has a past, everyone has a heart, in the quiet night, in the lonely moment, you might as well call Yoyo, so that tens of millions of listeners can understand, feel, and listen..."

Shang Yang glanced at the phone again.

He thought that what he clicked on was "Song Radio", which is the kind of software that is classified according to songs, and then played one song after another, only to find out that it turned out to be the most primitive radio, and now it is called a radio.

But instead of turning it off, he stared at the phone screen and listened attentively to the woman's voice on the phone.

He doesn't deny that it's a very inopportune thing to have a woman intervene at this point in time, but he just listened to it, and he couldn't leave, he always thought that these were driver's shows, and they had nothing to do with him, but now he just listened to a few words, and he couldn't help but wonder in his head, how can there be such a magnetic voice in the world?

It's not the hair of a little woman, it's not the vitality of a young girl, and it's not the domineering of a strong woman.

To be precise, her voice has vividly displayed all the beauty of women, very intellectual, intellectual with temptation, temptation with sexy, sexy mixed with charming, charming in a degree of relaxation, more rational in relaxation, rational and then refusing to stay away.

If you were to paint a portrait of this character based solely on your voice, it should be.

A woman with a height of about 1.7 meters, long hair shawl, straight hair, wearing tight sauce-colored clothes on the upper body, her figure should be more than bumpy and convex, which can be called plump and hot, and the lower body is paired with a pair of jeans, jeans that can completely outline the curve, she should like to meditate, quiet contemplation with one hand holding her cheeks, as for her appearance, if you use a star analogy, it should belong to the melancholy version of Jiaxin...

Shang Yang has never had a utopian guess about a woman because of a woman's voice.

"I failed, my clothing store went bankrupt, what to do, I'm so desperate..."

The sudden sound of a woman crying on the phone was very different from the voice that made people just want to immerse themselves in the gentle township, and it also made Shang Yang, who was faintly intoxicated, suddenly relieved himself, and even startled, how could this voice have the softness of a woman? The crying energy was particularly terrifying in the dark night.

"Life, it's often like this, I always like to give a sudden blow when I am most calm and comfortable, listening to your voice should not be very old, I think it is a good thing to experience some blows when you are young, just like Pu Shu sang: I have crossed the mountains and seas, and I have also walked through the sea of people..."

The radio host called Yoyo, whether it is the tone of speech, the speed of speech, or the intonation, is trying to show why God created women, she is toxic, as long as she hears it, it will be addictive...

Comfort for about five minutes" Finally, I will comfort you with a sentence from "Mencius": Heaven will descend on the people, and they must first suffer their minds, strain their muscles and bones, and starve their bodies and skin... I hope my enlightenment will be helpful to you..."

"Thank you..."

The two hung up the phone, Shang Yang was still silent, in addition to the charming voice of this woman, there was also the content of the chicken soup for the soul just mentioned, he did not deny that this bowl of chicken soup was very comfortable to drink, it was fed from this woman's mouth, and it was extremely comfortable.

Then connect to the next one.

A rough male voice came from the phone, "Are you Yoyo, are you Yoyo? I'm a big fan of yours, every night at eleven o'clock, I will listen to your radio on time, I just want to say that you are so beautiful, your voice is so good, I like you, I love you..."

Fanatical, very fanatical.

Shang Yang couldn't help but think of the idiot reported on TV, and felt very unhappy.

Immediately afterwards, the scale of the man's speech became larger and larger, and he had already undisguised his desire to express himself, accompanied by the increasing frequency of certain sounds.

Before the man on the other side could say more, the phone was cut off by the live broadcast room.

Yoyo's emotional control is very good, and there is nothing different from the voice just now, it is still so able to make people think about it and have inexplicable desires.

smiled and said, "This gentleman's signal is not very good, and the director is troublesome to connect to the next listener..."

"Jingle Bell"

Before Yoyo's words were finished, Shang Yang's mobile phone had a call coming in, he looked down and saw that it was a three-year-old phone, so he picked it up casually.

"Shang Yang?"

It was an unfamiliar voice coming out of the phone, and it didn't give Shang Yang a chance to speak, it rang quickly at the moment of connection, and said frivolously and provocatively: "Your brother Ding Fat is in my hands, personal contradictions, big or small, how to deal with things, it depends on what kind of attitude you have, I am in the city Sophie KTV... It's up to you to save him or not!"

After speaking, the phone hung up without leaving a gap.

Shang Yang listened to the hang-up sound on the phone, took it down and stared at the phone screen and frowned slightly, his friends were blocked, his brother was beaten by enemies on the way from school, he had no less experience when he was young and frivolous, and he often arrived at the battlefield quickly with a pickaxe in anger at the crown, but there have been many fewer in the past few years, and he has long been away from this kind of thing.

If it were someone else, he would define it as a harassing call and wouldn't care at all.

But it's been three years on the other side of the phone, and the only person in my heart who can be called a brother can't sit idly by.

He looked up at the glass window on the second floor, which was still lit, maybe his mother was waiting for him to talk about the woman today, or maybe he was talking about the man?

He was silent for a few seconds, then quickly edited a message and sent it over: I can't go back tonight.

Then he stood up, turned around and walked down the main road.

It was at the moment he turned around that the lights on the second floor went out.