"You see a bad smell on your body, it's all back, and you don't know how to take off your clothes. ”

Seeing Ding Weimin coming back from work, still wearing a clown suit, his wife was a little dissatisfied.

"Don't you think this dress looks good? When our baby is born, I will play with him in clothes, and he will definitely like it." Ding Weimin was as happy as a child.

"You're insane, don't scare the child. ”

Ding Weimin was not angry when he heard this, and still laughed happily.

The days passed, and finally his daughter-in-law was about to give birth.

He wanted to take a leave of absence from the leader.

However, the leader thought that his performance this month was not good, and he still wanted to ask for leave, but he didn't approve it.

He wanted to ask his colleague who had taken the shift to help him.

A colleague told him that he had something to do these days and was not available.

But he listened to him privately make an appointment with the others to hang out together.

......

He faced life with a smile, but life did not give him a smile.

In order to save money, my wife has been at home on the due date, and when I want to give birth, it is too late.

There is only one bedridden patient in the family.

His mother went to work again.

His daughter-in-law had to go to the hospital alone.

Originally, because there was no money, the location where I lived was biased.

didn't wait for his wife to rush to the hospital, one body and two lives.

It's all gone......

When Ding Weimin rushed to the hospital to die, he only saw two cold corpses, one large and one small.

His spirit was on the verge of collapse.

And his mother was also deeply affected, in a trance all day long, coupled with exhaustion, when she got up in the early morning to sweep the street, she was run over by a muck truck.

This became the last straw that overwhelmed Ding Weimin.

He put on a clown costume and hid in a deep shell.

With a smile on his face.

And then a fire took everything.

......

In the firelight, Song Jingxing saw a red net in the air through his perspective.

This net runs through Ding Weimin's body, and Ding Weimin becomes a node on this net.

Ding Weimin, who was originally dead, also stood up again.

Begin his life after he becomes weird.

Song Jingxing didn't read the memory anymore, and withdrew directly from the memory.

Ding Weimin's living memory, Song Jingxing only spent more than an hour watching it.

A lot of places are skipping past.

Even so, he was still influenced by Ding Weimin.

There was a anger in my heart that had nowhere to vent.

It took a while to calm down.

Task 3: Memory Reading (Completed)

Song Jingxing's forced exchange point rose by 10,000 points.

He now has a total of 47620 swap points.

It's a lot of money, you have to think about how to spend it and what to exchange.

......

"Uncle Song. ”

Xiao Yan, who was playing downstairs in the community, saw Song Jingxing at a glance, and immediately ran over with his short legs and open his arms.

Song Jingxing hugged her, and when he saw her, he was originally affected by Ding Weimin's memory, and his gloomy mood immediately improved.

"What's the matter, you don't seem to be happy?"

Song Jingxing looked at Xiao Yan and looked at her aggrieved little appearance.

"I wanted to eat ice cream, but my mom wouldn't buy it for me. Xiao Yan said aggrievedly.

"Well, then uncle bought it for you. Song Jingxing hugged her and turned around to go to the small shop at the door.

"Wait, you wait. Zhou Lanxin, who came from behind, hurriedly grabbed him.

"It's not that I don't give her food, it's a girl, and you have to eat less if it's cold. Zhou Lanxin said.

"Why?" Song Jingxing was a little puzzled.

"Because ......" Zhou Lanxin just wanted to explain, but the words got stuck in her mouth.

"Because of what?" Song Jingxing continued to ask strangely.

"Because when you grow up, your stomach hurts. Zhou Lanxin rephrased.

Song Jingxing suddenly understood something.

"It's something that grows up, and it's not painful now. Xiao Yan in Song Jingxing's arms said aggrievedly.

"Haha, yes, it doesn't hurt now, and besides, it's not eaten every day, let's go, uncle will buy it for you." Song Jingxing hugged her and continued to the shop.

"You, you're really mad at you. Zhou Lanxin reached out and hammered Song Jingxing's back.

When she came to the shop, Song Jingxing bought her a cone.

The little kid is happy.

Lick a jolly ice cream.

"You can only eat half of it, not all of it. Zhou Lanxin reminded beside her.

The little kid was immediately unhappy.

Lick an unhappy ice cream.

"How's Yicheng?

The two adults walked all the way back with the little kid, and Zhou Lanxin took the opportunity to ask.

"It's work, not play. ”

Zhou Lanxin covered her mouth and chuckled when she heard this.

"Who knows if you've been lazy and taken the opportunity to have fun. ”

"Delicious. Xiao Yan, who was walking in the middle, suddenly remembered this.

"I bought it, it's in my uncle's bag, I'll go back and get it for you. Song Jingxing touched her head.

When Xiao Yan heard this, he immediately raised the ice cream and said, "Give you a bite." ”

As a token of appreciation.

Song Jingxing was not polite, and he didn't dislike Xiao Yan, so he lowered his head and licked the ice cream in her hand.

"It's delicious. Xiao Yan asked expectantly with a raised neck.

She probably thought that Song Jingxing hadn't eaten ice cream, right?

"It's delicious, give me another bite. Song Jingxing's mouth was about to be bitten.

The little kid immediately retracted his hand.

"No, I can only do it once. ”

"It's stingy. ”

Xiao Yan was frolicking with Uncle Song, and suddenly saw her mother standing next to her.

Do you think it's not good to give it to Uncle Song but not to your mother?

So he raised the ice cream in his hand and said, "Mom, I'll give you a bite too." ”

Zhou Lanxin didn't think much about it when she heard this.

Bent down and took a bite.

I didn't react until I finished eating.

Song Jingxing has just eaten it.

She didn't show much of an unusual look, though.

On the contrary, Song Jingxing saw it, and felt a little strange in his heart.

"You put your luggage at home first, I'll cook two more dishes in the evening, and you come to my house to eat." When she went upstairs, Zhou Lanxin said.

"Well, good. Song Jingxing naturally agreed.

Then he reached out and held the back of Xiao Yan, who was striding up the stairs.

Xiao Yan, who was originally a little struggling, immediately felt light and fluttered, and ran up quickly.

Immediately laughed merrily.

Song Jingxing was afraid that she would fall, so he bent over and hurried to follow.

When he got upstairs, Xiao Yan ran directly behind Song Jingxing's buttocks, and he didn't go back to his home.

"You little conscienceless, uncle is back, and mother doesn't want it anymore?" Zhou Lanxin dragged the little kid to her house.

But the little kid dragged Song Jingxing's clothes and didn't let go.

In the end, there was no way, Song Jingxing didn't even go back to his home, so he entered Zhou Lanxin's house.

As soon as he entered the door, Xiao Yan looked at him with his neck tilted.

"Don't worry, look at what Uncle has brought you. ”

Song Jingxing said, opened his backpack, and took out the special products he bought.

As soon as Xiao Yan saw that there were so many delicious foods, he stuffed the remaining half of the ice cream into Song Jingxing's hand and was about to eat it.

"You eat now, and you're going to have dinner soon, aren't you afraid of growing into a little fat pig?"

Hearing this, Xiao Yan stopped rummaging through the plastic bag.

After thinking about it, he said, "Then I'll wait until dinner." ”

......

PS: I read a comment in the comment area, and I have a feeling of waking up people in my dreams with a word, the weirdness set in this book is all changed after the death of some social phenomena, and these phenomena are definitely not beautiful, so it leads to a small story that is more depressed, but the books can be read, all of them are refreshing, happy, who likes to read sad?

I have never understood why I wrote the worst books in the same period, why the grades were at the bottom, and I only reacted now.