She poured everything in her bag to the ground with a "bang", Chen Qiao looked up at her, and then squatted down.

"Why don't you scold me?" Chen Mofei wanted to ask, but he didn't ask, his voice didn't come out of his throat, and the question seemed to have never existed.

Sometimes you don't ask, and those questions are like they never existed. One day when you have a breakdown, others will come out with a very surprised voice of "huh" and ask you why you are hysterical because of such a trivial matter.

Chen Qiao opened the door ---- there was nothing in the mess that was the key to this room. Her key has been held by Chen Mofei in her hand, just now into the hall, into the elevator, she has been holding the key, but the light is dark, maybe this is a common disease of human beings, and things in the palm of the hand are not easy to see.

The two entered the door, but Chen Qiao didn't know whether to leave or not. If she leaves, she is afraid that Chen Mofei will have an accident, and if she doesn't leave, she is afraid that she wants to be alone for a while. Chen Mofei is the kind of woman who is willing to digest things alone, so she is also a woman who is more likely to drill into the horns of the bull when encountering problems. He stood in the hallway, feeling that a little wind could still blow in from the crack in the door, Chen Qiao felt a little cold, and saw that Chen Mofei had changed his shoes and sat in the living room, sitting in a daze and wooden, the sofa was pressed down by the weight of her body a small piece, slightly deformed. And Chen Mofei looked ahead, what was she thinking? If the child really had three longs and two shorts------ he didn't dare to think down.

Maybe no result is the best outcome.

He comforted himself, took off his shoes, and wanted to go to the kitchen to cook a bowl of noodles. In any case, you have to eat first, and when you are full and strong, you can go to your son. However, he knew that the woman would not be able to eat at this time, and he Chen Qiao also knew that he might not really believe those reasons, maybe he also wanted to escape, even if it was to escape to the kitchen. He actually didn't know how to face Chen Mofei, and going to the kitchen to do something might give him a high-sounding reason not to have to face a woman.

Chen Qiao forced himself to walk to the sofa and sit next to Chen Mofei. Say something, it's scaryly quiet in this house. He elbowed his elbows on both knees and wiped his face. Hearing the wind outside, the wind is intoxicated in winter, and even at night it refuses to be at peace, tearing and roaring outside the window, and the whole world is quietly listening to its sound.

"I'm going to turn into the wind. ”

Chen Mofei suddenly said this without a head.

"What?" he asked.

"I'm going to turn into such a wind. "Outside the window, I saw which window was trapping my son, so I blew it open and rescued him." ”

The tone is calm.

Chen Qiao didn't know how to pick it up, so she had to be silent, she stood up, paced to the window, stretched out her hand to push the window open, the wind roared into the room, puffed up her clothes, her long hair was tangled in the wind, Chen Qiao stood up, looked at her motionlessly, didn't dare to breathe, he could hear the sound of his heart beating in his chest. The wind filled every corner of the room, and it was cold everywhere.

Chen Qiao finally stepped forward, closed the window, and wrenched the woman's shoulders with two hands.

"Will definitely find him. He said.

"Do you believe it?"

She doesn't look at him.

However, what if you don't believe it?

There is only one way. Life is sometimes like this, it's just one way, and there is no other way to go.

That night, neither he nor Chen Mofei slept. The two of them sat at one end of the couch, hoping for a miracle to happen. However, until the next day's dawn, the phone was still silent. During this time, neither of them had their phones ringing. Chen Mofei knew that it was impossible for the child to come back, at least not in the short term. It's not a kidnapping, and she doesn't have much money. Hatred must be an enemy. She began to try her best to reminisce, thinking about all the people she had offended, but there was no clue about the matter, the whole thing was well planned, the details were meticulous, the nanny was experienced, step by step, every step was carefully calculated, every step was prepared, and every step was to lead the king into the urn.

What's more, she has actually offended many people. At that time, she thought that she was forced to do everything, and now retribution has come.

Chen Qiao was already asleep at this time, the man's long eyelashes tightly covered his lower eyelids, his mouth was slightly flushed, and a clear and subtle snoring sound rolled out of his throat. Chen Mofei sat down beside him gently, and Chen Qiao was woken up by this action, so he turned over and sat up.

Does the child have a letter?

He wanted to ask.

However, after thinking about it, I didn't ask.

"Have a bite to eat, I'll accompany you to find it. He said.

At this point, the police alone may not be enough.

"I don't believe that if you print out all the photos of the child and the babysitter, and post them on the Internet, and post them everywhere in the city, and there will be brave men under the big rewards. He said.

The two of them had a hasty meal, and then began to look for a printing agency. Expedited, but it will take a day for the finished product to be printed. That day passed in a mess, everyone didn't speak, ate, in a daze, looked at the phone, looked, Chen Mofei didn't dare to look at the photo of his son in the mobile phone, that evening, Chen Mofei said that if the child was knocked off by the old lady and died, maybe it was a good thing. Chen Mofei didn't say this to Chen Qiao, but to the TV opposite the sofa in the living room, the TV was not turned on, there was no image, the dark screen reflected the sofa opposite the TV and Chen Mofei on the sofa, she saw herself alone on the TV screen, so lonely, as if she was the only one left in the whole world.

She was very disappointed, but she couldn't say to whom, to herself, to the world, to all mankind? Chen Mofei smiled helplessly, reached out and grabbed the cigarette case from the coffee table, and took out a cigarette from it, the light in the living room was not turned on, she didn't want to see the light recently, the light made her feel that she had nowhere to hide, so that she couldn't hide her sadness and disappointment, she had always been a paper tiger, but only at this moment it felt extremely clear and bright, like a knife shining in the sun. She pulled a cigarette out of her cigarette case and lit it, curling smoke swirling up her fingertips and dissipating into the air. Chen Mofei suddenly remembered that the first time she smoked was because of the passing year, when she had just taken the college entrance examination and fainted outside the examination room, her parents learned for the first time that she had been with the passing year, and was abandoned by the man, in the parents' concept, being abandoned by a man is quite a shame for a woman, and her mother's language used to be like a knife, cutting her to pieces.

Chen Mofei of course thought of many ways to relieve his depression at that time, and later went to buy a pack of cigarettes from a small shop far downstairs.

It's really a little shop far, far away. She passed by a number of small shops, each of which did not allow her feet to step in, and she said to herself, go two more streets, far away, far away from acquaintances.

When she was finally exhausted and couldn't walk, she casually got into a shop on the side of the street, which opened at a corner of an intersection, Dajiao, should be a good location, people came and went, cars and horses were noisy, and there was still a deafening noise filling the room when the door was closed, but Chen Mofei liked that kind of noise, she handed over a paper ticket, ten yuan denomination, some old, the most important paper ticket was wet with sweat from her hands, and it was not shaped.

The owner was a middle-aged man in his forties, bald, wearing a white satchel vest and a pair of gray knee-length trousers, and a pair of flip-flops.

What to buy?

The shopkeeper asked.

Only then did she remember to panic, and her eyes swept upward.

Smoke. A pack of cigarettes.

What smoke?

yes, what smoke?

She didn't know what cigarettes to buy, she had never smoked, she thought she didn't need cigarettes in her life, and one day she wanted to smoke a whole pack of cigarettes so strongly. No, in fact, even one is good.

So she pointed with her hand indiscriminately, and the shopkeeper saw through her embarrassment, at least to see that this was the first time she had bought cigarettes, and it didn't look like she was buying them for someone else. Why do girls smoke?

Smoking is significant socially.

What's so good about society?

In the future, it may not be so easy for others to be seen as a newcomer.

A cigarette between your fingers, the eyes are best full of carelessness, willful, a look of what you want to do, don't be too serious, too serious to live Sometimes people will take advantage of your seriousness, your seriousness will become the handle of some people, you can't give people a handle, and it is very easy to be used by others. Therefore, when Chen Mofei grew up, he saw many men and women who were enthusiastic on the surface and stiff in their hearts, and also saw many people who were cold on the surface but were actually fiery in their hearts. We all live insincerely, and no one can do it.

The man took a box of cigarettes of about the same denomination as the paper renminbi and threw it on the counter, originally wanting to persuade him, because it seemed that the woman who bought cigarettes did not look like a woman who had been impregnated by society.

He snorted his fat lips, but finally swallowed the sentence back, he didn't want to say it, and he felt that it was really unnecessary, people should shut up when they reach a certain age.

Chen Mofei went out, the sweat in the palm of her hand quickly wet the cigarette case, the wrapping paper with plastic packaging in the palm of the hand slid back and forth like a tail fish, she walked a few steps briskly, to a street garden, there was an old lady with a dog, the dog was a Beijing string, yellow hair, white miscellaneous hair, black and moist nose, two inverted triangular ears drooped down, walking posture is not so elegant, but it does not prevent the old lady from liking it.

Chen Mofei saw that the old lady's eyes never left the dog for a moment.

She sat down in an unobtrusive spot, then opened the cigarette case and pulled one out of it, only to find that there was no lighter.

No lighters!

How ridiculous!

She was relieved, but on the other hand, there was a desperate desire in her heart. The cigarette became Pandora's box, she must open it, she wanted to open it, Chen Mofei stood up, looked around, the traffic around was weaving, the old lady looked at her with surprised eyes, and the dog walked towards her hesitantly.

But she didn't welcome it at the time, not at all.

Go away!

She said to herself.

The dog seemed to hear her inner voice, and stopped not far from her, and turned his head to look at her.