"My ...... My hands? The man looked down, and then shouted, he was unsteady on his feet, and staggered again, the blade almost pressed into the white neck, and the red mark was faintly visible on the child's throat, "I have a knife in my hand!" I tell you! I've got a knife in my hand! All of you have to listen to me! ”

Seeing that he suddenly became emotional again, his face was flushed unhealthily, his eyes were slightly convex, and he looked a little crazy, and the policemen guarding behind him suddenly stopped their waists and entered a state of defense. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

After all, this man ...... It really looks like a psychopath. Neurosis, on the other hand, is possible to do anything.

Chi Xun was not nervous, he was still standing there loosely, and moved his fingers to the person: "It's not about the knife, I mean it...... Where's your ring? ”

"Ring ......" the man looked down, and his hand was clasped tightly on the boy's shoulder, so he could only twist his wrist awkwardly, "my ...... Where's my ring......" He looked blankly at the ground below, his brow furrowed from his efforts to remember.

Chi Xun looked at him and took a few steps forward very relaxedly. The man who had been as fierce as a rakshasa a few seconds ago was like a lost lamb now, but those who were blinded by his appearance did not know that the sheep were tame, but the goat was a loving and good creator animal.

Chi Xun kindly and gently reminded him: "It's because of the divorce, you took it off, right?" ”

"Divorced......" The man's gaze gradually focused from scattered to thoughtful, and then his gray eyes suddenly brightened up a little, but the little light that came out was as hot as a flame, full of crazy anger, "That woman! How dare that woman betray me! He fell into an uncontrollable rage, and his thin knuckle protruding fingers grasped the boy's arrow bones tightly, and the boy cried out again because of pain and fright: "Help! Help me! It hurts! Let go of me! ”

"But she's nice to you, isn't she?" Chi Xun raised his hand and gave the policemen behind him who didn't know if they should rush up to stop, "Look at the sweater on your body, isn't she the one she knitted for you?" This dress looks very warm, she has been knitting for a long time, right? ”

"Sweater ......" The man's right hand grabbing the knife was bruised, showing that he was still in a state of madness and anger, but when he lifted the sweater, he regained his senses, and his tone was a little self-controlled, "It's her...... It was given to me by Ayunori, and I like it so much...... She's so skillful...... We weren't married at the time...... Ayun ...... When Dayong was three years old, we accompanied him to the amusement park...... The year we got married...... Then my mother died......"

He kept going back and forth about some trivial things in life, but the timing was all out of order, sometimes when he and Ah Yun were not well, sometimes when their son Dayong was three years old, and sometimes back to when they first got married. His intellect couldn't string these events together in the normal order in which they occurred, they were like many fragments, constantly colliding with each other.

"yes, she's so nice to you," Chi Xun said, gesturing to the crying boy as he put his index finger to his lips and gently shush. The boy was still sobbing habitually, and his shoulders shook, but looking at Chi Xun, he finally held back his crying. Chi Xun smiled softly and made a lip shape to him, good.

At this time, avoid events that may radicalize the man. Neither is crying.

"Later...... Then she was gone...... Ah Yun is gone! He had been whispering and breaking his thoughts, but the roots of the pain and embarrassment still came up, they were there, and they could not be avoided, and he spoke, his voice getting louder and louder, until at last he gritted his teeth, and pronounced every word vigorously, as if he was going to bite someone, bite his flesh, chew his bones: "She! Unexpectedly! Correct! Walk! Finish! This. Child! ”

"Yes, she's gone," Chi Xun remained calm in the face of the angry man, "because of your legs, right?" Your leg is injured, and you don't have much money to lose, you can't do the previous work, you can't make money, so Ah Yun left. ”

When the man stood there, he was unsteady on his feet, and it was okay when he stopped moving, and occasionally there was a movement, and there was always a disharmony between his legs, Chi Xun observed that his left leg was slightly shorter than his right leg, so it was not easy to maintain balance when walking, if a person was like this for a long time, the movements of his legs would have been accustomed to cooperating with each other, and he would also assist in walking by adjusting the thickness of the bottom of his shoes, but in him, none of this. There is a new injury on the leg.

"It's because I can't make money!" The man followed Chi Xun's words, he didn't realize that there was a problem, Chi Xun's speculation was correct, sad and angry, he shouted loudly, saliva squirted out, without any image, hysterical, "Money! Money is a good thing! Bastard! Cheap. Person! ”

He has always been a person who lives at the bottom of society, this, Chi Xun can judge almost at a glance, the influence of tutoring on people is subtle, and the result is that its embodiment is very stable, and if there is no additional great influence, it can almost exist in people for a lifetime. Poverty, ignorance, once formed, these traits will permeate a person's every word and deed, every detail of life. This man was originally like this, living like an ant, and now he scolds like this, it is even more ugly, like a bed bug in a filthy sewer, everyone who sees him is disgusted with it, the woman screams in fear, and the heroic man will step up and take the role of a hero and stomp it to death.

But Chi Xun looked at him like that, his gaze was still like that, and under the infinite tenderness, there was compassion.

"And she also took Dayong with her." His tone was very light and calm, as if he was simply reading a story.

"Dayong!" Speaking of his own son, the son he raised but hadn't seen for a long time, the tiger-brained, eternally spirited son, the one who could pick him up with one hand and would happily shout "Daddy!" He paused, tears streaming from his bloodshot eyes. Large teardrops rolled down his haggard, vicissitudes of life.

Even for such people, the tears are clear and clean.

"My great courage...... Daddy I'm sorry for you...... Where are you? ”

"The child you are holding in your hand is also the son of a man. If your Dayong is caught, he will cry, he will be afraid, and he will want to call his father to save him, and so will this child. (To be continued.) )