After checking the tickets, Zhao Jun and I got on the bus, and we sat in the last row.

Zhao Jun, like me, likes to look out the window of his car.

During these few hours of travel, Zhao Jun and I didn't have much communication, I wore headphones and focused on the scenery passing by along the road.

Zhao Jun sat next to me, also wearing a pair of headphones, I turned my head several times, and found that Zhao Jun was also so focused on summer style.

There are a few casual moments when we look at each other, and that tacit understanding makes people's hearts beat faster.

Zhao Jun is always so gentle, even his eyes are refreshingly warm.

Sometimes I often wonder if Fang Wenke didn't show up, then it would be possible for me and Zhao Jun to be together. However, fate always likes to play tricks on people.

"Where's your biubiu? Didn't I see you bring it back? Zhao Jun suddenly tapped my shoulder with his finger.

I stopped in a daze, took off my headphones and asked, "What?" What did you just say? ”

Zhao Jun turned off the music on his mobile phone and said again: "I said where is your biubiu?" ”

Speaking of biubiu, I realized that I had made a big mistake.

I straightened up, but my head hit the roof of the car, and I covered my head and said, "Oh my God! I forgot about biubiu! It's still in the dormitory! ”

"What!" Zhao Jun looked at me incredulously, with a sad face.

"I was in such a hurry to pack my bags in the morning that I forgot about it!" I scratched my ears and cheeks.

"Oh my God! Li Weiming, your heart is too big! Can you forget such a big thing? I thought you sent biubiu to the same school! ”

Zhao Jun and I talked anxiously, completely ignoring the eyes of the whole car.

"What then? What to do? I shook Zhao Jun's arm.

Zhao Jun held his cheek with his right hand, thought for two minutes, and then stared at me with bright eyes and said, "Is there an aunt on duty in your dormitory?" What time is she on duty? ”

"Yes! It should be on duty until this Sunday! ”

"Do you have an auntie's number?"

"Yes! We didn't have a key in our dormitory one day, and then we were locked out, and then the extra key asked for by the aunt on duty, and I remember asking my aunt for her phone number! ”

"That's fine, hurry up and call the aunt on duty and ask her to go to your bedroom now and take out the biubiu. You ask your aunt to help you raise it for a few days, and when I go back, I will take the biubiu to my house. ”

"Okay! Good! I'll call now! ”

"I'm really convinced! With your memory, biubiu can starve to death! ”

Zhao Jun complained to me on the side, and I quickly flipped through the phone book and found out the phone number of the aunt on duty.

After I made a phone call, I explained the reason for the incident to my aunt, and she agreed to my request.

After successfully resolving the biubiu matter, I was finally relieved.

After I hung up the phone, I looked at Zhao Jun ashamedly.

"Look at me! I apologize to Biubiu in the future! Buy him more rabbit food! What kind of master are you? Fang Wenke, he really dared to rest assured, just handed over biubiu to you! Zhao Jun continued to teach me a lesson mercilessly.

"I know it's wrong! I was wrong! I was wrong???" I kept repenting.

Zhao Jun flicked a brain jump on my head, and then continued to wear headphones and lie on his back in the seat.

I looked at Zhao Jun, who closed his eyes slightly, and really admired his various life abilities.

When the bus arrived in the town, Zhao Jun and I slept in the car for more than an hour, and when we woke up, we got out of the car directly.

It's a town I'm all too familiar with, and every place has my memories, but this time it was a very different feeling.

This time, I pretended to be Fang Wenke in my heart, and Zhao Jun was followed by me.

Zhao Jun and I were exhausted from a few hours of travel, so we found a random restaurant and ordered two bowls of noodles, intending to have a full meal.

During the meal, I met my neighbor, a grandmother in her seventies and a grandson who was five years younger than me. In my sophomore year of high school, my grandmother's grandson always asked me to tutor in math, and I always went to my grandmother's house to eat.

When my grandmother saw me, she stared at me for a while as if she had seen some kind of treasure, and only after confirming that it was me did she come up to me and greet me.

The grandmother's legs and feet are not very convenient, and she is limp when she walks. However, don't look at her posture is not very good-looking, she walks very fast, and there is nothing wrong with her body.

After I recognized my grandmother, we exchanged pleasantries for a while, and she said that she hadn't seen me and my mother for a long time.

After I explained the reason to my grandmother, she comforted me for a while.

However, after ten minutes of conversation, I learned something from my grandmother that I couldn't accept.

My grandmother said that she had seen my father at the door of the department store the other day, and that he was in the midst of a group of social gangsters, and he was not a good person at first glance.

When I heard these words, I couldn't help but wonder, how could my father be on the side of the road in a small town when he should have been in prison now?

Just as I was about to find out, the old grandmother continued to give me a powerful punch.

My grandmother told me that my father was ransomed by the local underworld, because my father had sold drugs before he went to prison, and if my father was imprisoned, the drug trafficking gang would be exposed, so the gang could only save my father at a high price and with connections.

However, what the grandmother said about this may not be the truth, and no one dares to determine what the real reason is.

After listening to my grandmother's description, my heart began to hang in the air, and I was worried about my father, but also about myself.

My father is an irresponsible person, he is like a time bomb, and he is a shoddy product that fails the quality inspection, the slightest flash of fire can detonate him and then hurt the innocent.

In fact, how I wish he could spend the rest of his life in prison, and even more so that he would repent.

But now, it seems, everything has become a bubble.

After my grandmother left, I sat at the dining table, my hands shaking and my palms sweating.

I was nervous and scared, and this sense of foreboding was unprecedented.

Zhao Jun sat next to me and clenched my left hand with his broad right palm, and he took out a tissue and gently wiped the beads of sweat from my forehead.

It must have been too hot for me to be so hot, and I comforted myself like this.

After Zhao Jun and I left the restaurant, we went straight to the bus station in the town, Zhao Jun dragged my suitcase, and I followed him.

"Are you hot? I'm going to buy you ice cream? Zhao Jun gently stopped and stood in place.

I bowed my head and said, "No, I can't eat." ”

"Don't be so upset, okay? You just have to pretend that he doesn't exist! ”

"I also want to be if he doesn't exist, but I'm afraid that he will trouble my mother again, my mother is very fragile and can't stand the toss."

"I'll be here with you for a few more days, don't be afraid." Zhao Jun put his arm around my shoulder, which made me very uncomfortable.

At this time, Zhao Jun and I had already arrived at the entrance of the station, and the two of us followed the crowd and walked in the direction of the ticket gate, but we were unexpectedly squeezed aside by a group of people.

Zhao Jun looked forward curiously and found the crowd in front of him.

"What's wrong?" I asked nervously.

"Someone looks like there's something going on up ahead!"

"Where?"

"That's the ticket hall, that's it, the man in the dark blue half-sleeved!"

I looked in the direction of Zhao Jun's finger, and from a distance, a middle-aged man in dark blue half-sleeves was tearing with an old man.

The middle-aged man held a machete in his hand, which was about half an arm's length.

Seeing this, my heart started to beat wildly, and the temperature of my face heated up rapidly.

I was timid, I was indignant, I wanted to rush forward and stop him, but I didn't have the courage. I was so cowardly because the middle-aged man with the machete was my father.

His appearance is still so sad.