As soon as the window was opened, the flies mixed with bursts of foul smell flew up from the root of the wall of the community, making people suffocate for a while, and the garbage in the backyard had begun to ferment, passing by, the sour smell stimulated every nerve through the covered nostrils. The old locust tree, which was still green last year, no longer has a leaf, only a rotten stump, half lying in the sour rot.

In front of the dilapidated building, a few glimmers of light were scattered and scattered, and there was a tight thumping sound in the bedroom behind a certain house, the sound of glass bottles still breaking on the wall, and the sound of 'click-la-la' desperately shaking the door lock.

The pale-faced man picked up another suitcase, and could smell the smell of wine from afar, and he stuffed all kinds of honorary certificates in the study, and as soon as he pulled the zipper, he heard the doorbell ring.

The man looked through the door mirror and looked at it, it was a neighbor.

The man cursed quietly, opened the door, and asked impatiently. "What?"

"I said oh my god, your house has been making trouble for hours, and I can't even watch TV..."

"You go to the property and complain about me!" Datian interrupted him and closed the door in front of him.

As soon as I walked back to the living room, I heard hoarse voices in the bedroom. "Let me out, let me out!"

Distraught, the sky yelled. "Luo Xinyu! Shut the fuck up for me! If it weren't for the fact that I were your uncle! I wouldn't be too lazy to care whether you lived or died! Why did the court sentence you to me because of the half-cent blood relationship! You are just like your damn father, you are disgusted when you see me! Why don't you die with him!"

The shouting in the bedroom stopped abruptly, Da Tian breathed a sigh of relief, raised his hand to wipe the sweat beads on his forehead, pulled over a chair and sat down, turned out a few cans of beer on the dirty coffee table, and took a few sips, as if to vent his complaints.

"Rabbit cub, be virtuous with your dead ghost father! Treat yourself as a rich young master! Honestly go to work on the construction site with me tomorrow morning, or you will starve to death!"

Suddenly, a burnt smell popped into his nose, and Da Tian sniffed, immediately realizing that the smell was coming from Luo Xinyu's bedroom.

Da Tian hurriedly took out the key, opened the door and saw that Luo Xinyu, who was dressed in cool clothes, was burning leaflets with a lighter.

Datian was completely out of control, he grabbed Luo Xinyu's hair, slapped him twice, and kicked him into the corner again.

"What the are you going to do!?"

Luo Xinyu, who was bleeding from the corner of his mouth, struggled to get up from the corner of the wall, and yelled hoarsely at his impersonal uncle. "I'm getting out of here!"

Da Tian, who was already red-eyed, picked up the fish tank on the table and smashed it towards Luo Xinyu.

'Bang!' The fish tank hit the wall less than half a meter above Luo Xinyu's head, and in an instant, it was shattered, and the fish, water and glass shards fell on Luo Xinyu, and the child screamed in fright, holding his head in his hands, locked in the corner of the wall and trembling.

"If you make any more trouble, Lao Tzu will beat you to death!" After saying that, Datian angrily grabbed the still smoking sheets, got up and went to the bathroom.

Stuffing the sheets into the washbasin, the angry day returned to the living room to pack his luggage, still scolding in his mouth. "What did Lao Tzu do in his last life? I still have to feed you such a useless waste..."

He rummaged through the clothes scattered on the ground, some of them were directly discarded, and some of them were put in their suitcases, without noticing that Luo Xinyu had quietly stood behind him like a ghost.

He didn't even see Luo Xinyu holding a revolver in his hand.

Luo Xinyu, whose face was stained with tears, sobbed silently, and his red eyes were filled with endless despair and hatred.

He slowly raised his pistol.

"I'm going to find him.."

'Bang!..

.....

The police officer on the platform had been keeping an eye on the child for several days, showing up on the platform every day and looking around as passengers as they got on board, as if looking for someone.

On the third day, when the train departed, he seemed to have given up on the search altogether. After standing quietly on the platform for a while, he went to the grocery store and bought a burger and a can of Coke, and sat down on a bench to eat it slowly. After that, the child put the pull ring of the can on his hand, looked at it over and over for a long time, and then threw the can far away.

The empty Coke can rolled on the ground before finally falling under the platform, lying quietly in the middle of the tracks.

The policeman saw the child walking towards him, his steps were calm, and his face was calm.

....

An excerpt from the news contained in the City Morning Post of Xiangye City on January 18.

... Luo confessed that the gun he was holding had been thrown into the city's largest artificial lake, the Crescent Lake, and the police quickly organized divers to salvage it, but the gun had not been found as of press time. At present, the case is under further investigation.

News excerpt from 11 February.

... In view of the fact that Luo was under the age of 14 when he shot his uncle, which did not constitute a crime, and there were no other immediate family members, the Xiangye City Public Security Bureau decided to send Luo to the Xiangye City Juvenile Correctional Facility for custody and reeducation...

Xiangye City Correctional Facility.

On the empty playground, the night is swallowing up the red dirt track and plastic turf. Under the swing frame in the northeast corner of the correctional facility, a small figure looms.

Luo Xinyu sat on the swing and swayed slowly, his empty eyes were pitch black, and there was no sparkle, he hummed softly, the tune was weird, the lyrics were vague, and it sounded more like the muttering of a dreamer.

At his feet, the corpse of a puppy was repeatedly crushed. With the swing swinging, the fluffy puppy rolled around on the soles of Luo Xinyu's shoes.

....

At the entrance of the Xiangye Juvenile Correctional Facility, more than 20 inmates and correctional personnel are carrying baskets of glass beads to a truck. After the transportation was completed, the truck drove away with a bang, all the personnel lined up, and after the guards counted the number of people, they ran away shouting the number.