65. I'm his dad

Sangzi City is not big, and Zhang Sanshu fled into the community where his home is located. It was quiet, only around 6 o'clock.

His house was on the third floor, and he happened to see the window open. Parents have the habit of waking up early to open windows for ventilation. The mother's voice came:

"You say, is that video on the Internet really fake?

"I don't know. This rabbit cub ......"

Every day, my parents go to the vegetable market to buy vegetables, and then eat breakfast to go to work.

"Look tall, like Zhang San, but that face, I don't think it's the same person. Moreover, how could San'er tease Sang Ming, he didn't have the guts. ”

Mother's words made Zhang San embarrassed for a while, that makeup magic trick, sure enough, his mother didn't know it.

"The last time the mysterious figure appeared, I went to ask this rabbit cub, but I only replied with an emoji, and I don't know what it means. It shouldn't be him, right? With his tail-loving personality, if he had become a celebrity, he would have called him a long time ago. ”

My father said this, but it was clearly not what he meant in his words.

"I hope not. The mother stopped talking. She asked Xu Fuzhi, and the guy replied, it was your Zhang San. But this guy's words are not credible, how can a son hide it from his parents?!

Zhang San heard his parents chatting, opened the door and came out, and quietly hid behind the bushes. Look at their backs, preoccupied.

Zhang San understands that the two of them are like this, they don't let each other worry about something, and they each talk about their own. In fact, the two of them knew it in their hearts, but neither of them wanted to say it.

He came out in a hurry, without the house key, and when he saw the open window, he hung up the windowsill with a runner, turned over and jumped in.

Everything in the house is so familiar: a slightly cluttered coffee table, a polished dining table, and a neatly laid out bedroom...... It made him feel inexplicably relieved.

Zhang San walked into the kitchen, opened the refrigerator door, took out the food familiarly, and prepared his own breakfast on the microwave.

After breakfast, I didn't put away the dishes and chopsticks, and went directly into my parents' bedroom. On the bedside table on my mother's side, I took out a stack of books, flipped through them slightly, and found cash.

is also the parents in the small city, and the habit of hiding some banknotes at home, which is just right for them to escape. Put it all in your pocket and put the book back. Stand still and hesitate: what if the parents think that they are thieves? If you report the crime, your traces will be leaked.

I have to think of a way to imply that my parents have been here themselves.

After a moment's thought, he walked back to the living room, took a deck of playing cards from the coffee table drawer, and inserted them separately into the pages of the book where the money had been placed.

Parents must know about this move.

I remember when I was a child, I used to steal money to buy comic books, and I was afraid that I would be discovered, so I used this clumsy method to cover up. All along, my mother often made fun of herself.

Zhang San would love to meet with his parents and tell them about his experience during this time. It's a pity that a sense of crisis flickered in my heart, knowing that they had chased after the big head.

The ghost of the ghost is not gone!

He went to the closet and changed his clothes. A hooded sweatshirt and a pair of loose sweatpants. Then he walked to the shoe cabinet, his sneakers, which his mother had washed and cleaned, and placed neatly on the top. He changed his shoes, opened the door, and glanced at his door with nostalgia.

In the community, someone has already walked their dogs back.

He wore a hat and walked briskly with his head bowed to the side. That sense of danger is getting closer.

Outside the community, parents walked back side by side in silence. This time is shorter than their daily outings.

Zhang San hid behind a tree and watched them enter the community, the footsteps that were no longer easy were no longer easy, and a faint sadness appeared in his heart. They are no longer young, and they are still messing around.

He looked around, and there was no big head or poinsettia. There was a strong reluctance in my heart, and I secretly followed back.

"Ah, Zhang San......" As soon as the mother opened the door, she saw the shoes that had just been changed at the door, and cheered.

"Shhh The father pulled the mother into the house, and Zhang San could still hear their conversation, "Rabbit cub, the door is safe, come out." ”

Zhang San hid in the bushes downstairs, feeling a little sour. Spread the five fingers of your left hand and slowly comb your bangs.

The sound of the two running around the room, and a sigh of disappointment.

"He's gone. There was a deep exhaustion in my mother's words.

"Stinky boy......" the father continued to walk around the room, "the money was taken, and the clothes were changed......"

"He's running for his life?" the mother suddenly understood, and couldn't help crying.

"Don't make noise. "Father is a little impatient," indicating that it is a good thing, that he is safe now. ”

Then Zhang San heard his father enter the kitchen.

"What are you doing?" said the mother, her voice trembling.

Zhang San heard the sound of his father opening the drawer of the cupboard and pulling out a kitchen knife. Then he was heard unzipping his jacket, and Sisozhong pulled it back again.

"Help me call the unit, and it will say that I have a fever and ask for a few days off. My father walked to the door and began to change his shoes.

"Wait......" Mother took a fruit knife from the coffee table, her hands trembling, "I...... I also...... Go to ......"

"It's not going to fight, what are you doing with such a small fruit knife?" the father's voice was unquestionably resolute, "Wait at home, San'er will come back and cook braised pork for him." ”

"Then you take a kitchen knife...... What?"

"I'm his father!" the father pulled the door open, "if anyone dares to chase him, Lao Tzu will always stop him." ”

"Do you know where he is?"

"I don't know. The father seemed to push the mother, slammed the door shut, and muttered, "You can't wait at home." I'm his dad. ”

The sound of my father's footsteps was heard.

Zhang San was already in tears. What have you done during this time, bastard?! There is a deep self-blame in my heart, and a grievance for no reason. It seems that in the sentence "I am his father", he has a strong support. It feels so warm, so reassuring, that it makes people feel relaxed and want to cry...... Is this the love of parents?

He didn't dare to stay long, and the sense of danger brought by the big head and poinsettia was already very strong.

Going out through the side door of the complex, Zhang San walked quickly along the fence. He didn't quite know why he had thrown away his phone and they were still following him. Now I just want to stay away from home, here is his innate love, and there is lifeless care, how can I be willing to be involved?!

He could imagine a middle-aged man with his hands in the pockets of his jacket and a kitchen knife in his chest. At this time, he must be walking on the route he often takes, and he is not afraid of who he will face at all, and what kind of power does he have?

There is also a helpless mother, slumped on the sofa, crying while protecting herself. The various immortals she had never believed in were sobbing and begging one by one......

Zhang San turned left and right on the street, and he didn't even know where he was going.

Sangzi City, like all cities, is always the busiest street for students to go to school. He blended in with the crowd, like an ordinary person rushing to work, in a hurry.

Whenever the sound of "clicking" high heels appears, it always makes him nervous. Zhang San sighed in his heart, when it comes to walking in high heels, no one can have the rhythm of poinsettia.

"Wow, Great Sage Brother ......" A child next to him suddenly let out a cry of envy.