At this moment, a loud noise broke the deathly silence in the room, and also interrupted the painful battle between He Zuofu and Desire. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

He Zuofu hurriedly retracted his hand, gasped for breath, and leaned over to look at the place where the sound came from.

A wooden plank that might be called a "door" crumbles under the heavy blows of foreign intruders.

The true face of the foreign intruder - an old man looked in at the door and saw He Zuofu sitting on the bed, and walked in with a warm smile on his fairly clean face.

"Handsome, are you awake?"

"Handsome?" He Zuofu had countless question marks in his heart, and once again forced himself to suppress the idea of looking around, and recognized that this old man was shouting his own facts.

While nodding, he scolded angrily in his heart: "God, I want to be handsome in my next life!" It's not a name called handsome! ”

"Are you ......" As soon as the habitual inquiry came out, He Zuofu immediately felt that it was inappropriate, it was too late to shut up, and the old man turned a blind eye to his apprehension, broke He Zuofu's head, and looked up and down.

"It's okay, it's not suppurating."

He lifted the strip of cloth wrapped around He Zuofu's head and looked in, his hands were quite heavy, and He Zuofu's painful mouth sizzled.

"Don't know me anymore?"

He Zuofu nodded helplessly at the old man, and shook his head again.

"Uncle Zhang......"

"Da Le told me that you threw up and had a little concussion."

"Hmm......" He Zuofu's brain was spinning rapidly, what a concussion, I really don't know who you are!

"Uncle Zhang, I'm here now, sometimes I can recognize people, sometimes I forget, for a while. No, I didn't even know them just now, but after a while I seem to understand again. ”

Uncle Zhang patted He Zuofu's shoulder sympathetically and expressed understanding.

"Don't tell a few children about my disease, they are still young, they can fool the past, or they will worry about me blindly."

"Okay, don't say anything." Uncle Zhang's eyes were filled with tears: "You didn't say anything to these children." ”

Uncle Zhang was finally ready to leave, and before leaving, he turned around and confessed: "The pain is so bad that Dale will come to me, and I will come to change your medicine in the evening." ”

Then he gently closed the useless wooden shut, and muttered outside the door: "It's really a problem with the bricks, and it's still 'you' and 'you' when you speak." ”

He Zuofu watched his "attending physician" leave with respect, a line of sweat appeared on his forehead, his body was sticky and uncomfortable, and when he turned around, he saw a bed of tattered oil stains and a rotten quilt under him, and he didn't want to lie down anymore.

Staggered out of bed and moved Wule to the middle, He Zuofu rolled up his broken sleeves, ready to do a big job.

Usually in the office, he cleans up by himself, and thinks about business while cleaning up. Now he quickly threw himself into the role of the dad named "Handsome", and his eyes first turned to the corner, where there was a pile of rags, which, as could be seen from the several exposed trouser leg cuffs, functioned as a large wardrobe.

He Zuofu folded the clothes with a strange smell one by one, judging from the faces of several children who had not been washed all year round, it was unrealistic to wash these clothes. There are big and small clothes, some men's clothes, some women's clothes, cotton clothes and single clothes, of course, most of them are either broken here or there, and some are indiscriminately sewn and threaded.

After folding, He Zuofu barely picked out a clean one from a pile of newspapers, put it in the place where the sun was shining next to the bed, and put these tattered clothes in a whole stack.

The process of finding chopsticks and bowls is simply a treasure hunt, and a broken bowl and a stick like chopsticks have fallen out of the pile of torn clothes, and when they are placed next to the bed, they accidentally step on a wok, if they remember correctly, there is a lunch box on the windowsill, and the broken bowl containing noodles is stubbornly held in Wule's arms, and two chopsticks are thrown on the table and on the ground.

He Zuofu piled up the collected "treasures" on the table, the surface of the table was solidified with soup, soup and food residues that had not been wiped for many years, and he really wanted to climb to the four-story bed built by his "handsome" father to see if there were any pots and pans on it, but he still held back thinking that his feet on the fragile ladder might cause the entire bed to collapse.

The room, which had no calendar and no clocks, had changed its appearance after Ho Zuofu's estimated time of about two hours had passed.

He glanced around, and if he was not satisfied, he had to be satisfied, and there was only so much that could be improved in this dilapidated house. Then he crouched across the bed and began to sort through the pile of worn-out newspapers that had not been packed in sacks. Sorting through all kinds of materials is what he has to do every night, but now he has moved from the top floor of the bright and clean Supersky Building to the slums of nowhere, from the computer full of massive information data to the dusty pile of newspapers.

When the first newspaper was opened, a giant cockroach crawled out, which frightened He Zuofu and fell backwards, he had never seen a cockroach since he was born, except for seeing it on pictures.

A black-brown body, a shiny shell, two long whiskers, and six hairy legs.

"It's horrible!"

He Zuofu almost didn't cry, carefully picked up the whole newspaper, and threw it out of the window like a god.

The giant cockroach was shocked and flew into the air with its wings.

"I can fly, no one told me that cockroaches can fly!"

The cockroach flew back into the house, and after choosing a corner to land, Shi Shiran got into a crack.

He Zuofu was dumbfounded, not knowing what he would see when he opened a newspaper again. He cheered for a long time before he mustered up the courage to look through the newspaper again.

There was a child lying on the bed in the dimly lit room, and after careful identification, I could see a person squatting in the corner, with several stacks of newspapers piled up in front of him.

"Handels, it's this stack...... Reference Message...... Here......"

He Zuofu muttered and flipped through the pages, sorting out the newspaper slowly and methodically according to classification and chronological order, forgetting the pain of hunger and head pain for a while.

He was enjoying himself when he shouted, "Pretend to be a ghost!" What are you doing squatting here? His scalp was numb, and he turned back tremblingly, and saw Da Le standing behind him, glaring at him condescendingly.

"I ...... I ......"

"I" didn't come out for a long time, Da Le had already removed the sack on his shoulder, and with the sand and dust, a messy pile of newspapers smashed on the newspapers that He Zuofu had sorted out.

"Did you take the wrong medicine? Newspapers are sold by pounds, not by zhang! If you have this kung fu, you might as well go out and work! ”

He Zuofu was blinded by the dust, and said while rubbing it: "The newspaper was originally about selling." ”

Da Le "cut": "How fresh, we pick up the rags and sell them." ”

He Zuofu rubbed his hands and stood up, dizzy for a while, he was condescending to Da Le just now, but at this time it became him condescending to look at Da Le.

I don't know if I don't compare, more than 99% of He Zuofu's dealings with people during his lifetime were looking up at others, and even at the moment before his death, he looked up at his tall and handsome cousin and tall and beautiful Li Bing. Now he seems to be okay in height, I'm afraid this is the most satisfying thing for him, He Zuofu scolded "dog man and woman" in his heart, and made up his mind to continue to sort out the old newspaper without repentance tomorrow.

But in the face of Da Le, he was still quite timid, "Da Le." ”

"If there's a fart, let it go."

He Zuofu suppressed the urge to drag him over and beat him up for a lesson, other people's children can't beat him, not to mention living such a life since childhood, what good upbringing can he have? He sighed helplessly in his heart, and opened his mouth full of longing: "You will sell the newspaper I sorted out tomorrow, and I still want to read the newspaper I got back today...... All right? ”

Da Le looked disdainful and disgusted: "What to see, there is no kind of thing you want to see...... Forget it, whatever you want. ”

"Huh? How does he know what I want to see? He Zuofu felt strange in his heart, judging from the newspapers sorted out today, most of them were "H City Evening News", and it seemed that this slum was located in H City. The latest newspaper was July 5, 10 days before the day of his accident.

If...... If God really took pity on him and let him go back to the past, wouldn't there be a chance to prevent the tragedy from happening?

The door opened, Sile ran in crying, Dale no longer paid attention to He Zuofu, and turned to Sile: "Cry, cry, cry!" Didn't grab the flowers? Tell you to go early, you don't go! ”

"I was robbed, but I was robbed by someone else! I'm just alone, and they always bully me, woo woo woo. Let Erle go with me tomorrow! ”

Erle and Sanle just came in with a sugar porcelain jar, Sanle saw Sile wipe his face with snot and tears, and stuck out his tongue in front of him and grimaced: "Erle won't go with you, angry old oil, old oil." ”

Da Le took a look at the things in the jar, ran to the side of the bed to wake up the sleepy-eyed Wule, hugged him to the edge of the table, and impatiently pushed his younger brothers to the table: "Eat, eat, what's the fuss!" ”

He Zuofu was meditating, and when he heard "eating", he suddenly had a thrill, and Dale looked at him with burning eyes: "Dad, eat." ”

He Zuofu leaned over, regretting ten thousand times in his heart why he didn't eat the bowl of noodles at noon, and the contents of the two jars couldn't be seen clearly, black and dirty, and the few pieces of hairy flesh floating on them were pale and white. Before he could spit it out, a few chopsticks and two black hands had already reached in.

"Wow! There is meat! ”

"I'm going to eat Pippi! I'm going to eat Pippi! ”

Both hands were knocked by Da Le with chopsticks: "Grab it!" How do you see the meat as if it's dead! Take them all out of the way for me, and let Dad eat them first! ”

The children did not continue to coax as He Zuofu prayed, but obediently took their hands and chopsticks away from the jar.

"Don't......" He Zuofu felt a sad cry in his heart, resisted the desire to vomit, and said with tears in his eyes: "Give them to eat first." It's been a day since I ran, and it's not easy. ”

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