"You're wrong. Duan Hongyu had a firm attitude and said in a sonorous tone, "I do need money, but I don't think I would deprive a person of his life for money." ”

"My three views and what I have learned are telling me that my thoughts will not agree with yours. ”

At the end of the day, he opened the refrigerator, took a bottle of Coke, and spewed out a transparent gas with a "click-snort", he drank, his eyes looked at Duan Hongyu like a commodity.

His hair is dull and slightly yellowish, as if he has been deliberately groomed to look formal, his skin is not very white, his face is very wide, he wears a pair of black-framed thick lenses, a red and black plaid shirt, and his black belt is exposed in the waistband of his trousers.

At the end of the day, he laughed out loud, laughing so much that the skin on his neck was red, as well as the skin around his eyes, "Hahaha-"

Duan Hongyu didn't understand, and said loudly, "What are you laughing at?"

"Everyone laughs at me for being crazy, and I laugh at others for not being able to see through it. He replied, pinching his Coke and walking into the room.

In fact, he was laughing at himself, laughing at himself for dying long ago, dying on a bright morning, the fog had not yet cleared, and the dew was still dripping on the young leaves, dying on a hot noon, the leaves curling and knowing the tireless hissing, and dying on a wet evening, the air condensed in the heat, and the night soothed the breeze among the leaves.

The next day, Duan Hongyu was late.

At the end of the day, he sat on the white carpet of the sofa, his eyes were firmly looking at the green game interface on the LCD screen, and he pinched the handle and killed it happily, "You are twelve minutes and six seconds late today." ”

"I'm sorry, there's something going on at school today. Duan Hongyu gasped and closed the door, bowing his head to change his shoes.

"Don't change yet. He dropped the gamepad, and the characters on the screen lost control and fell into the abyss, game over!

Game over.

"Huh?"

"Today I invite you to dinner. At the end of the day he got up and tilted his head towards him, and he grabbed his coat from the coffee table and walked to the door, "I think you'll love it." ”

Go downstairs and get in the car.

The vehicle drove on the road for about half an hour and turned into an old residential area, and finally stopped in front of a unit.

Duan Hongyu got out of the car, there was a dim yellow street lamp on the door, the wires were like thousands of silk threads twisted into a bundle, and there was a gazebo not far away, where many old ladies were chatting with their parents.

When they saw the car, they knew it was Molly's precious son.

"It's good to have such a son, and he doesn't forget to raise his mother even when his status is high. ”

"Although this Molly is a mistress and has a bad reputation, she probably won't be worried for the rest of her life. ”

……

At the end of the day, he listened unmoved, as if he hadn't heard it, but Duan Hongyu frowned a little and looked back at the old ladies with broken mouths.

He looked at Shi Mo who walked upstairs in front, he always thought that Mrs. Shi was his mother, but he didn't expect that there was such a relationship in it, no wonder Shi Mo would develop such a temperament.

"Looks like you've been here a lot. Duan Hongyu tried to talk to him about something.

"Occasionally. He replied.

"Your mother's cooking must be delicious. He kept changing.

At the end of the day he paused as he walked up the stairs, and continued without answering.

It's still the old anti-theft iron door with peeling green paint, but this time it's not locked, and it opens with a pull.

"Hello aunt!" Duan Hongyu shouted towards the room.

"Isn't your mom at home?" he asked, confused.

In the next second, there was a sound of the door opening and closing in the house, and after a while, a beautiful woman walked out wearing a plum blossom pattern, her hair delicately permed with big waves against her scalp, and a cigarette in her hand, like a woman in the old Shanghai beach.

He frowned, thinking that he shouldn't describe Shimo's mother in this way.

"Hello aunt, I'm the tutor at the end of the time. He introduced himself.

"Hmm. The woman's voice was thin, with a weak and boneless intimacy, like smoke flowing between her red lips.

Molly sat across from Shimo, pressed the cigarette butt in her hand into the ashtray, and lit another one, the evil spirit bent slightly towards Shimo, and spat out a mouthful of mist, causing Shimo to raise her hand and fan her cough.

"How much money did you bring with you this time?"

At the end of the day, he raised his hand, and the black-clothed bodyguard held a box on the table and opened it, "Five hundred thousand." ”

"Not enough. Molly leaned back on the couch, "Good son." ”

Duan Hongyu watched from the side, and the two people in front of him did not look like a mother and son at all, but rather a pair of transactions of use and profit.

At the end of the day, he got up, put his hands in his trouser pockets, he looked condescendingly at the so-called biological mother in front of him, he hated her appearance of being inflammatory, "This is the last time, I won't play the game of "Krypton Mother" in the future, because I am tired of playing this game." ”

Molly smoked her cigarette, and the smoke caught her eyes, making her eyes narrow, "That's good, after all, I'm too lazy to deal with you, but I won't return the money before." ”

"Do you think you still want anything dirty?" he looked at the strange man who had come out of the back room, and strode away.

Duan Hongyu only felt that he was listening in a fog, "Auntie, I'll go first, just talk like that at the end of the day, don't take it to heart." ”

He caught up with Shi Nian, and when he stopped him at the corner of the stairs on the fourth floor, he realized that he was only an eighteen-year-old child from beginning to end, and he should still be enjoying a carefree youth at school at the same age as him.

The tears at the end of the day put an end to all his questioning.

Duan Hongyu pulled a few rolls of paper from his crossbody bag and handed it to him, "Let me tell you a happy news, I have a friend who works in the editorial office, and I showed him the article I gave you, and he asked me if you have any plans to write it down." ”

"He said it would definitely be hot. He struggled to change the subject.

"Do you think I look like a man who is short of money?" he looked at him.

"Not really. He shook his head, "But I know you're missing a dream. ”

At the end of the moment, he sniffed and looked at the long paper towel in his hand, "I haven't used this kind of paper in a long time." ”

"I'll buy it for you. Duan Hongyu ran to the door of the unit.

"Do you think I'm such a pretentious person?"

Duan Hongyu stopped and looked back at him, he was smiling, like a seventeen or eighteen-year-old should be.

Outside the door of the unit, the red banknotes fluttered like snowflakes, and then slowly drifted away, and the old lady who was enjoying the cool saw that she dropped the fan and ran here, laughing, "Pick up the money————

"Bang-" A red figure fell, and landed on the black Mercedes parked in the doorway.

The man's clothes were a well-trimmed cheongsam, and the off-white base cloth was embroidered with clusters of plum blossoms, which was lifelike.

It's so high, the roof is sinking, I guess it's not saved.