Sang Sirui looked up at the gloomy sky, and secretly scolded God for not having long eyes, nothing to do but always rain what, from the beginning of spring to the present, I don't know how many times it has rained. As long as it rains, his business will not be able to do it, and the pitiful income last month will not be enough to buy medicine for his mother, and if this continues, the mother and son will have to drink the northwest wind.

He had to sigh deeply and resigned himself to closing the stall. I have to go back quickly, otherwise it will rain really hard for a while, and it will be difficult to walk on the road, which will make my mother worried. Mother and son have been dependent on each other for 16 years, even if the mother is too big because of the death of his father, and his spirit is a little abnormal, in the past 16 years, almost all of them have been taken care of by him, and he has basically not fulfilled his responsibilities as a mother, but they have been dependent on each other for 16 years, his mother is his only relative in this world, he has lost his father, and he does not want to lose his mother again. So no matter how hard and tired he is, even if he has to beat a bachelor in this life, Sang Sirui has always insisted on taking care of his mother in person, instead of following the advice of others and sending his mother who is obviously mentally abnormal to a mental hospital.

But the time spent taking care of the mother's heart and the family's urgent need for money created a great conflict. They have almost no friends in this family, the relatives on the father's side died before he was born, and the relatives on the mother's side, because the mother was willing to take him to live after the death of his father, refused to remarry, and was also rejected by his mother's family, and his grandson was not recognized, and no one cared about whether their mother and son were well fed and clothed for more than ten years, even if they met these so-called relatives on the road. The other person will also turn around and walk away, pretending not to know them.

At that time, Sang Sirui, who was young, could almost be said to have experienced the heat and coldness of the world. Because not long ago, many of my father's friends, these relatives in the family, regarded him as their own, and they were eager to use all the beautiful words in the world on him. At that time, he naively thought that he was extremely good and could make his parents proud. He has a good academic record, treats people modestly, and is very popular. It is often said. Look at how many friends a person has. Not by how many people gathered around him when he was rich, but by how many people were willing to help him when he was down. Sansri understood this sentence very deeply and saw the facts in an almost brutal way.

It turned out that without his father's influence, he was nothing. It was also from that time that it began. Sansirui became sensitive and suspicious. Trust no one anymore. I also became more and more disgusted with studying, and finally entered the society early after barely finishing junior high school.

Since the death of her father, my mother's body and spirit have quickly collapsed under the double blow. From a beautiful young woman in her thirties to an old woman, she often stayed awake all night long, holding her father's police uniform and crying until dawn, and then glared at him with bloodshot eyes, shouting hysterically, let him grow up quickly to avenge his father, his father was wronged, he was a good policeman.

This was his mother's obsession, and later it became his inner demon. In fact, he couldn't understand the feelings between his parents, and the women of their time seemed to be extremely loyal to their spouses. My father's work was very busy, and he was away from home for many years, so even though his father had only been dead for 16 years, in fact, his life with his mother had been dependent on each other for as long as he could remember. The few days my father spent at home were nothing more than a taciturn meal, and then a hurried shower and went to bed, and he didn't even have time to look at it, his only son, with a perfect paper for him to sign. At this time, my mother would always say, your father is busy and tired from work, let him rest well when he comes back, and don't bother him with these trivial things.

God knows that he just wants to get his father's attention, and it is good to get even a little affirmation from him, what boy does not worship his father, especially in his opinion, his father is still a rare heroic figure, just look at the honorary certificates and various medals that fill the whole shop window, your father may not be a good father, not a good husband, but he is definitely a good policeman.

Sang Sirui has a love-hate relationship in his heart. For such a father who has been missing in family education for many years, Sang Sirui never seems to have understood what fatherly love is. This word exists only in books and in his imagination. He also tried to understand his father, understand the sacred profession of the police, and even set a goal in his heart, so that he could become a glorious people's policeman in the future, punish crimes, protect the masses, and take over his father's class. But he also hopes that he can be a good husband and father in the future, and can spare more time to spend with his wife, not letting her stay alone in the empty room, not letting her climb up to the top floor step by step with her thin shoulders carrying a heavy gas canister, and not letting her even have to do things like a broken sewer by herself; He will also be a good father, accompany his children to study, coax his children to sleep, and make the children feel the care and love from their fathers.

He hopes to do what his father has already done, and at the same time do what his father has not done.

However, his dream was shattered sixteen years ago. Sang Sirui still remembers that it was just a very ordinary afternoon. In the classroom, he listened to the politics teacher talk about a so-called classic old question that rotted his teeth, and he could memorize the standard answers backwards, so he briefly allowed himself to desert in a meeting, lay on his seat and fell asleep, erected his textbook to block the view of the political teacher, and relaxed to dream of Zhou Gong.

Then in the middle of the class, he was pushed by his tablemate, and the opposite was the serious expression of the head teacher who suddenly pushed the door in. He thought it was his own desertion, but the head teacher saw it through the crack in the door and wanted to pull himself out to educate. He was a little apprehensive, and as an excellent three-good student, he was rarely criticized by teachers. It's too late for them to praise him, in that era when academic performance is everything, you can have all the shortcomings, but as long as you study well, you are a good student.

Sang Sirui was a little shy, walked out of the classroom amid the good-natured laughter of the whole class, and stood in front of the head teacher with his head bowed, thinking about whether he should admit his mistake first and strive for a good attitude. Because he kept his head down, he didn't notice that the head teacher's face didn't have the usual doting gaze that looked at him like he was looking at his own son. Even the gentle voice that usually spoke to him was replaced by coldness, and he told himself in such a cold, emotionless tone that his father had been shot dead by the police not long ago for resisting arrest.

Sang Sirui was very suspicious that there was something wrong with his ears, wasn't his father a policeman himself? He is the one who represents justice, he is a good person, how can he be shot and killed by his peers? No, no, no, he must have heard it wrong!

He couldn't help but anxiously asked, "Teacher." What did you say? "Are you deaf? I said your dad was dead! You don't have to take the rest of the lessons. Let's go home. The head teacher angrily threw down this sentence and brushed away, leaving only Sang Sirui, who was stunned, standing on the spot and not knowing what to think, and his mind was in a mess. That thunderous sound of your dad is dead. It kept ringing in his ears. Until dark.

From that day on. His world has undergone earth-shaking changes, and he has changed from the son of an excellent people's policeman to the son of a black policeman. He has changed from a good student with excellent character and learning to a problem teenager that everyone avoids. It was also from that time that he knew that his dream since childhood had been shattered, and he wanted to be a policeman, and he couldn't get past the political trial, even if he was killed.

The goal he has been fighting for is gone, the teachers and classmates have all changed their faces, and the strangeness makes him afraid, and his mother will only hold his hand and cry, nagging over and over again that his father is wronged. No one remembered that he was just a teenager, and the last thing he needed was for someone to look at him with tinted glasses.

But he has no time to grieve the spring and sorrow, to feel the nostalgia of his life experience, to tell how many grievances and grievances there are in this world, because what is in front of him is the problem of survival.

Her mother's original job was no longer competent because of her health, her father's death was disgraceful, and it was of course impossible for people to have no salary, and the subsidies that the family could receive after the police sacrifice were also refused to be paid by the Public Security Bureau because of her father's reputation on the stinking street. He was only thirteen years old, more than one meter and two meters tall, standing at the door of the Public Security Bureau, looking up at the majestic national emblem, and his heart was desolate. He didn't understand why these uncles and aunts who had been pulling him to shush and ask for warmth in the past suddenly all changed their faces, and they looked at him like looking at a dirty stinky mouse that had just come out of the gutter, and they wanted to get rid of it quickly.

This is the profession he used to admire and envied, and he wants to do when he grows up. These indiscriminate, say-something, are what they say to kill people with words! They said that his father was a black policeman, that he took a lot of money that he should not have taken, that he bullied the weak, that he took cards, that he was corrupt and solicited bribes, what about the evidence? Where is the evidence? Can't they see it? Their family is already so poor that they can't open the pot, and they don't even have rice overnight?

They couldn't see anything, but they were sure that his father's death was his own fault and no one had any complaints. So since then, Sang Sirui's temperament has changed greatly, no matter how hard and tired he is, he has to support himself, and he will never ask for the help of these unconscionable people, he has been sixteen or seventeen years old, setting up stalls in the open air, making money and selling anything, being chased by the city management and running all over the street, being scolded by customers so that he can't raise his head, and being bullied by gangsters to pay obediently. As long as he can earn money, even if others want to slap him in the face, he will take the initiative to reach over with a smile, what kind of face and what dignity, it is worthless in the face of survival.

This year is his 29th birthday, and because of the bad weather, he closed his stall earlier than before. But when he returned home full of joy, he was greeted only by the cold stove, and his mother seemed to have forgotten that today was his birthday. Although he understood that his mother's mental condition was not good, and she was only in her early fifties, her hair was already completely white, and sometimes she even forgot who she was, she was a sick person who needed to be taken care of, and it was normal for her not to remember anything. But in a corner of his heart, he still couldn't help but look forward to his mother being able to celebrate a birthday for him, even if there was no wine and food, no candlelight cake, just an ordinary happy birthday.

In the dark, he wiped away a tear from the corner of his eye, put the things he used to put the stall by the door, and entered the bedroom lightly. By the moonlight outside, Sang Sirui, who had adapted to the dark room, sure enough, found no trace of his mother on the bed, he walked to the balcony familiarly, and unexpectedly saw his mother sitting on the cold ground with her knees crossed.

This is a habit that my mother has developed over the years, as long as she misses her father, she will come to the balcony to sit and sit. Therefore, for so many years, no matter which rental house they moved to, Sansi Rui did not have any requirements, but the balcony must be equipped with a protective net. He was afraid that his mother would not be able to think about it, so he went with his father, leaving him alone, not knowing how to live.

He hugged his mother's thin shoulders tightly, afraid that if he let go, he would lose even this only support. He whispered in her ear to comfort her, his tone was natural, and he knew at a glance that he was used to doing it.

Then he heard a knock on the door, because the mother and son are not close to the current situation, the only one who can knock on their door at night is the landlord, and there are still more than two months before the day of paying the rent, how can he come to urge so early?

Sang Sirui opened the door with a little confusion, and when he saw several people in police uniforms standing outside the door, the smiling face he squeezed out instantly collapsed. Since his father's death, the last thing he wants to see is the police, because they have harassed himself and his mother for nearly a year, and he has to find out his father's so-called unclean huge amount of money from the four-walled house, so as to confirm his crime of being a black policeman.

His mother couldn't bear to be disturbed, and she couldn't stand the strange eyes of the neighbors around her, so she sold the house and took him away. For so many years, their mother and son have lived a life of wandering around without a fixed place, and these people outside have made great contributions, let him greet them with a smile, and in the next life.

Sansrui's first instinct was to slam the door in the face of the cops, and he did, but apparently the cops outside were quicker and blocked the door from entering. Sang Sirui said impatiently: "Where did this mad dog come from, running to our house?" Get out, get out! ”

Hearing him describe himself and others as mad dogs, the faces of these policemen were not very good-looking, and the faces of the leaders were even darker, Li Xin greeted Feng Weijian's ancestors in his heart, why are you messing with this grandson? He had already seen the power of Sang Sirui before, and the teenager was stunned by the ruthlessness of holding someone's arm and not letting go, which made everyone present shudder, especially when looking at his eyes, he would unconsciously think of Sang Sirui.

Their father and son looked so alike, like they were carved out of a mold. When he was a child, he is like an adult, and now that he has grown up, he is completely a young version of Sang Nianyuan, Li Xin is willing to hit his gun when he is crazy, but Feng Weijian doesn't know what nerves he has, he must let him come to Sang Sirui to probe the confession again, and see if he knows the whereabouts of Sang Nianyuan's gun back then. (To be continued.) )