"Ah, you're ......" just screamed when the man covered his mouth. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"That brute is Lu Feng. ”

Bobo gritted his teeth.

"If it weren't for the resistance, how could Jojo jump?"

In the early morning of the autumn of 17 years, Cheng Qiao, who resisted, jumped down from that building. No one knows if she had ever looked forward to her sweetheart kicking open the door like a hero to save her the moment she jumped off the ledge.

Maybe Cheng Qiao called Zhu Xiaobei's name, maybe she didn't.

There is no way to verify all this.

All the confessions came from the thirteen-year-old boy named Lu Feng.

I've seen Lu Feng's photos.

The thirteen-year-old boy, due to his early development, has begun to take on the appearance of an adult man. He was quite tall, with a thin blue beard emerging from his lips. He looks much taller than the average thirteen-year-old. If you don't know your age, and say that he is eighteen or nineteen years old, some people believe it.

But such a minor child climbed into the unclosed window on the second floor of the hotel in the middle of the night.

He originally wanted to steal some money to continue playing games online, but he didn't expect to see Cheng Qiao sleeping soundly.

A snow-white leg was exposed outside the quilt, attracting all his attention and attention.

The blood-pumping video footage he had seen was clear in his mind.

His breath became rapid, and then he secretly reversed direction and crept onto the bed.

Cheng Qiao tried his best to resist after he sobered up, but he was fruitless due to the disparity in strength and height.

In the end, the desperate Cheng Qiao opened the window, opened his arms, and jumped down.

Zhu Xiaobei always thought that if he hadn't brought Qiaoqiao into that place, Qiaoqiao would not have suffered such a painful experience.

It was his indulgence and push that sent Jojo into the dark abyss.

When I was walking down the street, I knew it was late, but I didn't stop it.

KFC was obviously suspicious of Jojo's delay again and again, but he still chose to ignore it.

And the hotel, if it was, he responded to Jojo at the time, no, there would be a different ending.

But there is no dress rehearsal in life, who would have expected that all these tragedies would happen?

Lu Feng is three months and eighteen days away from turning 14 years old.

In another three months and eighteen days, his good, safe refuge will cease to exist.

Everything that is done will be incorporated into the norm.

That would be a different situation.

However, what has happened is difficult to reverse.

The trajectory of everyone's fate changed accordingly.

"Uncle is awake, are you hungry?" Bobo suddenly stood up, wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, and stepped forward to support Liu Bang, who suddenly appeared.

Liu Bang waved his hand, slowly moved to the sofa and sat down.

He is similar to Zhu Xiaobei's description, very tall. But the whole person's spirit is not quite in line with each other, and it seems a little decadent. Gray hair nested in a mess on the top of the head,

"Miss Bobo, I want to talk to Mr. Liu alone, is that okay?"

I asked.

Bobo glanced at Liu Bang, hesitated for a while, and whispered to me: "Don't talk about bad things, he's a little confused now." ”

I nodded, and Bobo scurled into the room and closed the door gently.

I took out a box, pushed it over, and motioned for Liu Bang to open it.

What is this? Liu Bang asked, gesticulating.

Xiaobei's mobile phone. I'm blunt.

Liu Bang was stunned when he heard this, his face showed a look of confusion, and he asked: Who is Bei?

Overnight vain happened. Xiaobei has gone, why should Mr. Liu deceive himself. I stared straight at Liu Bang and sighed.

When Liu Bang heard this, tears rolled down his face.

The rough hands covered with calluses have covered the vicissitudes of most of his life and the sad face that refuses to show people easily.

After a long time, Liu Bang eased up and picked up Zhu Xiaobei's mobile phone tremblingly.

It was exactly the same as the one that was given to him.

The last text message between them was just a short string of numbers, 89, 1203.

This was sent by Liu Bang to Zhu Xiaobei.

Eighty-nine is the number of days I wish Xiaobei to leave home. One 203 is Liu Bang's birthday, December 3.

The meaning of this particular text message is that his son has been away from home for too long and he misses his son.

After Zhu Xiaobei received the text message, he quickly rushed back.

Liu Bang opened the bottle of Moutai, and the father and son drank it.

Perhaps it was the effect of alcohol, and the father and son talked almost overnight.

The two were drunk.

When Liu Bang woke up the next day, he found that his son was gone.

In the haze, Liu Bang seemed to remember that his son seemed to say that the company was in a hurry and wanted to rush back.

After the hangover, Liu Bang sat alone in the empty living room, and it was not until the evening when the sky was full of smoke and glass that he got up and went back to the house and opened the smelly drawer.

He shuddered and touched it for a while, and then froze: the fruit knife is gone.

He searched every corner of the house, but there was no sign of the knife.

What's going on?

Zhu Xiaobei came back in the afternoon of the second day.

Seeing Liu Bang's obviously cramped and uneasy appearance, Zhu Xiaobei, who was changing his shoes at the door, couldn't help but ask, Dad, what's wrong with you?

Liu Bangtui said that he drank too much wine and had a headache.

Zhu Xiaobei put down the bag, poured a glass of water on Liu Bang's back, and gave it to Liu Bang.

Drink some water and take it easy.

Zhu Xiaobei looked at Liu Bang and said.

The liquid in the cup flowed slowly, and Zhu Xiaobei walked towards the kitchen with confidence.

Dad, do you have anything to eat? I'm so hungry.

At night, the door of Liu Bang's bedroom was pushed open.

Zhu Xiaobei appeared in front of the bed.

Eat well. He said.

Take care of yourself.

We are really father and son, and we want to go together. However, all this is enough for one person. There's no need for both of you to get into it.

After being silent for a while, Zhu Xiaobei said, if there is a next life, I will still be your son and be filial to you.

The water of forgetfulness soon worked.

Liu Bang was confused for a long time, and he only remembered what someone said to him at night.

But Liu Bang couldn't remember the appearance of that person.

He was illiterate and had no habit of ordering newspapers; I don't go online, and the phone is still the old-fashioned button small-screen mobile phone.

I don't know anything about the hot case.

The TV at home was broken, and the other people in the dumb building avoided mentioning Zhu Xiaobei in front of him, and in this way, Liu Bang missed the last chance to meet.

Until that day, he dug out his notebook.

The strange graphics and clumsy strokes made him understand what he was doing.

In order to communicate with Xiaobei, he is secretly learning to write. If he can't write, he replaces it with abstract graphics that only he can understand.

He hurried to look at the drawer, which was clean and empty.

Everything came to the surface.

Liu Bang suddenly understood that he had a son and a son who was taking the blame for him.

Liu Bang anxiously compared with everyone, I killed the person and let my son go.