He Zuofu subconsciously turned his head and looked to the left again. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

It's still an empty broken window, and the old and dirty superborn father with a stubble face in my imagination didn't suddenly appear in the window.

He Zuofu turned his head back and looked at the five children.

The eldest crossed his waist and said, "Dad, you've slept for three days and three nights, so get up." ”

The second child said happily: "Dad was not killed by a brick!" ”

The third child picked his nose and said, "Dad, I'm hungry." ”

He Zuofu finally couldn't help but speak, it wasn't a baby crying with a wow.

"Bricks?"

Adult man's voice.

He Zuofu stretched out his hand in front of his eyes and shook it.

A calloused and scarred hand.

"Who am I......"

He Zuofu finally understood a little.

It turns out that the imaginary superborn father who is poorer and poorer, old and dirty with stubble on his face is himself!

Lao Si's mouth was deflated all the time, and when he heard this, he sobbed and said, "Dad's brain is broken......"

The youngest was not good at speaking, and looked at the first few who clearly expressed their meaning, opened their mouths, and finally cried "wow".

The five neatly arranged children changed the formation because of the youngest suddenly crying, the eldest walked up to the eldest and hugged him, the fourth hugged the eldest leg, the third didn't know where to pick out a blackened steamed bun and gnawed, and the second child was grabbing this steamed bun with him.

He Zuofu suddenly had a bigger headache and became more dizzy.

What the hell is this place! It turns out that there really is God, can you let me die again? I don't want to come to the next life so soon......

He Zuofu wanted to cry without tears in his heart, and looked blankly at the children in front of him.

Their formation changed again, and the boss had already put the old man on the ground, and snatched the black steamed bun away with a fierce hand: "Eat, eat, eat!" Just know how to eat! ”

The third child pouted and ran to the side, pulled the second child and said "I want to eat" and ran out.

The fourth child's eyes are still red, but he can't get the boss's mercy: "You, don't hurry up, you won't be able to grab the flowers if you don't go again!" ”

Seeing that the fourth child also ran out, the eldest gave orders to the youngest one again: "Wule, don't make a mess, go to bed quickly." ”

He Zuofu watched the youngest child run to the crumbling bed diagonally opposite, watched with concern as the little body climbed to the top layer with his hands and feet, and then re-met the boss's pair of sharp eyes, shivered, instinctively retreated, thinking about what to say.

He frowned: "Child, in fact, I am not your father." "It's not good, it looks like a conscienceless beast, and the father who is inferior takes the opportunity to shirk his responsibilities and wants to abandon his own flesh and blood.

Roundabout inquiry: "What's wrong with me?" "Well, does it make sense to ask about the current situation?

Pretending to be stupid: "Where is this?" Who am I? "This is not pretending to be stupid, He Zuofu really doesn't know what era and place he is in, and he doesn't know which unlucky guy he has fallen into, the most important thing is that his kindness began to attack at this time, these children have a difficult life, didn't asking it cause panic to them?

Tell the truth: "I'm actually He Zuofu, you know?" The rich one. "This tone is a bit like a big bad wolf, a few children who pick up rags don't necessarily know who He Zuofu is, they just know, who to ask who to believe? I'm afraid that the first reaction when I heard it was my eyes wide and then I didn't hear it. Of course, it won't send him to a psychiatric hospital, they don't have the money.

He Zuofu's expression changed repeatedly under the boss's scorching gaze, and finally secretly made up his mind, chose the physical and mental immersion type, and once again scanned around with a confused and innocent gaze, and then "hummed", and sat up with his head in his hands.

The broken bed under him creaked and crumbled, and at the same time, He Zuofu's stomach made a terrifying sound.

The boss magically took out a broken bowl from under the bed, and half of the bowl of noodles in the broken bowl had already congealed, and he didn't know how long he had been hiding it.

He Zuofu saw that the bowl of cold noodles was held in front of him by a dirty hand, and a thumb was stretched out in the noodle soup, and he took it tremblingly, staring at the noodles in a daze.

The boss suddenly patted his head: "Forgot!" I don't know where I took out two black thin sticks that can be called chopsticks, stroked them with my hands, and unceremoniously inserted them into the bowl: "Eat!" ”

He Zuofu was "moved" and cried, and tears fell into the bowl.

The boss stood up worriedly: "Dad, is your head still hurting?" ”

He Zuofu shouted in his heart: "I'd rather die of pain than eat such noodles!" Under the boss's concerned gaze, He Zuofu still nodded helplessly and pitifully.

The boss was about to speak, when a shout came from the broken bed opposite: "I want to eat the ninthien!" I'm going to eat the namen! ”

He Zuofu looked up, and the old man was sticking out his head and waving his arms with teeth and claws, expressing his desire for this bowl of noodles in a milky voice.

"Good son, I'm ...... Thank you so much! He Zuofu was grateful, and pretended to be generous and beckoned to the old man: "Give Wule a meal." ”

"Dad! You're used to him! The boss glared angrily at Wule who was climbing down, and scolded: "Little bastard! Dad, you're still making a fuss! Get up to me! ”

He Zuofu couldn't help but snort again, looking at the noodles in his hand, tears involuntarily flowed down again, and he shouted the name deduced from the "five music" in a trembling voice: "Big, big music." ”

The boss let out an "um" and continued to glare angrily at Wule.

"You—you let him come. I—I have a headache. Eat, can't eat. In order to prove this, He Zuofu deliberately touched his head, which was obviously hit hard.

Da Le took the bowl from He Zuofu's hand and slammed it on the tattered table next to him, Wule hurriedly slipped out of the ladder and rushed to the bowl. He didn't know how to use chopsticks, he held two thin sticks in one hand, and pulled them directly in the bowl and mouth with the other hand, so he sucked the noodles and squinted his eyes at He Zuofu, aiming at Dale's eyes.

He Zuofu looked at Wule's eating appearance, dizzy and nauseous, and retched a few times, but now his stomach is empty, and he can't spit out anything except saliva.

Da Le turned around and took a rag that couldn't see the original color clearly, and bent down to press He Zuofu's shoulder.

He Zuofu's eyes were fixed on the rag, and he shouted wildly in his heart: "What are you going to do?" What are you going to do with this rag? ”

The rag was getting closer and closer to him, He Zuofu tried to break free, the skinny joy in front of him was quite energetic, He Zuofu's eyes were overflowing with tears more and more, and finally he listened to the rag covering his face that would not be too clean.

Da Le gently helped him wipe the tears on his face and the saliva on his mouth, and said while wiping: "Uncle Zhang said that if there is a concussion, vomiting is normal, and it will be fine in a few days." ”

This kung fu Wule has eaten a bowl of noodles and is cleaning up the broken bowl with his tongue, Dale turned around and was furious, and snatched it: "Lick lick lick!" Forgot how you scratched your tongue last time? ”

He Zuofu's eyes were still dull from the blow of the rag that still had the aftertaste, Mu Ran turned his head to look, and there was indeed a sharp V-shaped opening on the edge of the broken bowl, and the bottom of the bowl was licked by Wule in half, and half of the bottom of the bowl was exposed.

He Zuofu sighed.

He wanted to cry again, but he was afraid of the rag; He was hungry, but he wanted nothing to eat; He wanted to collapse on the bed and do nothing, but he was afraid that the bed would collapse.

In the end, he still held on to the edge of the bed and slowly lay down.

Wule sucked on his oily fingers: "Dad didn't go out?" What to eat that night? ”

Da Le was squatting in the corner and checking through the waste newspapers, and he didn't look back: "Eat, eat, eat, know how to eat!" You've eaten noodles, and you're not allowed to eat tonight. ”

Wule sobbed at first, and finally ran to the side of He Zuofu's bed and got on the bed three times and two times, lying on the side of his head Wow wow wolf howl, He Zuofu's right ear was deafened and dazzled by his crisp and piercing children's voice, and he turned his head with great effort, looked at his face that had not been washed since he was born, grinned, and said with a weak breath and extremely resolutely: "Da Le, I won't eat tonight...... For my part, give the five music ......"

Da Le put a large stack of newspapers into the sack, and stomped it in with his foot, the hut was suddenly full of dust, and in He Zuofu's almost breathless cough, Da Le put the sack on his shoulder: "Whatever." ”

The room finally fell silent, and He Zuofu stared at the ceiling, bathing in the skylight. The newspaper on it was crumpled and fluttering in the wind.

The more you pay attention, the bigger the words in the newspaper seem to be.

After finally seeing the news above a few months ago, He Zuofu thought to himself that it was not unreasonable for the ancients to teach their disciples archery and let them pay attention to the insects, and it was not fiction that the insects were as big as wheels in their eyes later.

Wule slapped one leg on He Zuofu's chest, interrupting his inopportune thoughts, it turned out that Wule, who was humming and chirping around beside him, was really asleep at this time, with a piece of dry noodles hanging from his mouth, and he was talking in his dreams repeatedly.

He Zuofu rolled his eyes helplessly at the sun, lying on the bed and doing nothing to bask in the sun, this was the way he dreamed of resting when he was still "He Zuofu".

"Dad, hungry."

He Zuofu heard this dream sentence clearly, looked back at Wule's little dirty face and frowned, one muddy water turned over the bridge of his nose and the other muddy water flowed onto a ball of broken cotton wool that can be called a pillow, his heart was extremely bitter, and he just wanted to shout to the sky: "I'm also hungry!" ”

There was a rumbling in his abdomen, which seemed to confirm the cry in his heart, He Zuofu closed his eyes tightly, and what he had eaten before was circling in front of him, the more he was like this, the more hungry he became.

He reopened his eyes, turned his head sharply, his eyes locked on the section of noodles next to Wule's mouth, first raised his hand slightly, and when he was still half a foot away from the noodles, he quickly pulled out his claws and grabbed at the section of noodles.

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