The scene was too dilapidated, except for a table with paint peeling, and a few benches, and the benches sat on the black and bright, and there was a black and white television set on the table, and there was no extra piece of furniture, and the four walls of the house could not describe this kind of poverty.

Since the house is not facing north and south, the sun does not shine all year round, and the room exudes a faint musty smell, Ning Xiangtian, who experienced this tragic situation for the first time, always unconsciously covered his nose, looking left and right with disgust and disgust in his eyes.

This kind of scene Ning Xiangtian can come in is already a great face for Ning Bing'er, he forcibly endured the disgust and nausea in his heart, and forced himself to sit there quietly, chatting with Bing'er.

Looking back at the impatient man from time to time, although Ning Bing'er was dissatisfied, she could still understand Ning Xiangtian's mood at this time.

But in order to solve the case and go home as soon as possible, Ning Bing'er had no choice but to rush forward, and no one could help her.

"Uncle Wang, how old is the child?" Ning Bing'er lifted the white enamel mouth jar, took a sip of water gently, raised her head slightly, squinted lazily, and looked at the farmer sitting on the threshold smoking dry tobacco, the eyes as keen as a falcon hid its edge, showing distress and unintentionality, and asked casually lightly.

It's still the same, hearing the word child, the movement of the originally relaxed smoking cartridge suddenly stopped, the expression on his face was stiff, and he took a puff with a wry smile, Xingliang's fireworks had all been swallowed up by the cigarette holder, and he still continued to inhale deeply without giving up.

The intensity of his smoking deepened a little, and he buried his head in the chimney for a longer time, unwilling to raise his head to answer the question asked by Ning Bing'er.

After a long few seconds, Wang Ming raised his head, his face was gloomy, his old yellow eyes were full of sorrow and looked into the distance, slowly stood up, put the cigarette holder in the corner, took out a cigarette from his bag, lit it skillfully, watched the fireworks slowly burn out, and finally closed his eyes, like contemplation, but also like reflection.

Ning Bing'er, who has excellent patience, has been quietly watching him do this series of actions, calmly and indifferently waiting for him to relieve the suppressed emotions in his heart, this man, who has been devastated by life, has no fighting spirit, no hope, no ideals, and grovels all the way forward.

Take a deep breath, throw the cigarette butt on the ground, stomp on it with your feet, twist it into ashes and be unwilling, and rub it on the ground a few times, and finally you and I will not be separated from the dust.

"Uncle Wang, if you don't want to say it, forget it, don't embarrass you. Ning Bing'er spoke before him.

"Bing'er, you don't know the situation, eh......" With a long sigh, he sank his head again and didn't raise it for a long time.

This sigh contains too much helplessness and melancholy, more helplessness and powerlessness, this is a sigh made by a man who has been forced to death by life, a cry from the heart, but such a voice is too weak, the sound wave is too short, and it is blown away by the breeze before it can be spoken.

Ning Xiangtian, who had been watching coldly, was also disturbed by Wang Ming's sigh, and turned his head to look at the man with his hair bowed and stunned, he was blinded by the light, and he couldn't see the expression on his face, but his rickety back was even more hunched on the ground.

"Uncle Wang, the two visits, although they were both unintentional, are also fate, I am a medical student, I prefer children, and there is no malice, if you really have concerns, why don't you talk about this topic. Ning Bing'er found another way, wanting to use the trick of wanting to capture the old and indulge to open up Wang Ming's six veins.

"Wretched, you are a wreck, you will be bullied like this and dare not squeak. Wang Ming's daughter-in-law suddenly walked into the living room with two dishes and coldly sarcastically mocked her man.

Suddenly, there was a sound at the door, Ning Bing'er and Ning Xiangtian looked at the fat woman who came in unexpectedly, and looked at her with a look of surprise, looking at each other, a little at a loss.

Ning Xiangtian's expression was more real, more surprise and doubts were written on his face, and Ning Bing'er was excited and satisfied in her heart, just to cooperate with the situation, there was also surprise on her face.

"Eh......" There was another long sigh, and Wang Ming reluctantly raised the chimney again, lit the dry tobacco, and continued to smoke.

"Ahem, cough, cough" Because he was depressed and used too much force, Wang Ming choked and coughed, raised his rough hands and wiped his eyes vigorously, I don't know if the tears at this time were sad tears or choked by smoke.

"Useless things, except for smoking, what else can you do?" Wang Ming's daughter-in-law put down the dishes and saw the smoke at the door, and the man who was huddled at the door kept coughing, and her heart was even more annoyed.

"Stinky girl, someone from the family, when can you come to the table to talk?" Wang Ming scolded fiercely, raised his head, and stared at his daughter-in-law with slight squint and disgust.

It's just that with the sun on his back, he can't always see what the expression on Wang Ming's face is like.

"You said that in addition to smoking, you dare to be angry at me, why don't you yell at them, what can you do with me?" Wang Ming's daughter-in-law roared in a louder voice.

"You loser, if you don't fight for three days, you really go to the house to uncover the tiles?" said Wang Ming stood up and raised his slap like his daughter-in-law.

Seeing that the momentum was wrong, Ning Bing'er immediately stood up, ran towards Wang Ming, quickly grabbed the slap that was about to fall, held his wrist tightly, and looked at Wang Ming with cold and disgusted eyes,

A man who beats his wife is not a man!

"Bang!" a discordant voice broke the awkward situation.

"Eh!" Then Ning Xiangtian fell to the ground, lying on all fours on the stiff concrete floor, looking at Ning Bing'er with innocent and aggrieved eyes.

At this time, Ning Bing'er reacted, they sat on a bench, because they didn't greet each other in advance, Bing'er was so together, the center of gravity was unstable, the stool was upturned, and Ning Xiangtian was only unlucky to land.

Holding back a smile and letting go of Wang Ming's hand, Ning Bing'er paced to Ning Xiangtian's side, stretched out her hand, helped him up excitedly, and then helped him pat the dust off his body, looking at him with complicated eyes.

It just so happened that Ning Bing'er didn't know how to solve the embarrassing situation, but Ning Xiangtian easily cracked it, and still looked at him with a faint smile of gratitude on his face, but he didn't say a word of concern.

"Uncle Wang, what can't you say, what kind of hands can you move?" Ning Xiangtian reached out to rub his buttocks, squinting at Bing'er, who was still holding his hand while standing calmly, and a warm ocean rose in his heart.

"That's right, Uncle Wang, the couple lived and discussed, so there was no need to do it. Ning Bing'er also said cooperatively.

It seemed that she had forgotten that she was only a nineteen-year-old child at this time, and she was not as mature as her age in her heart, and Ning Xiangtian looked at her even more in surprise when she said this old-fashioned sentence.

It's just that the couple's expressions are complicated, there are helplessness, unwillingness, fear, panic, worry, and other emotions mixed in their hearts, and the expressions on their faces are even more bleak and bitter.

"Eh......" With a long sigh, Wang Ming directly hugged his head and squatted down, no longer saying anything.

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