"What if I could go back in time?" The ringtone of the mobile phone woke up Zhang Taiping, who was caught in his memories.

He quickly grabbed his phone, looked at the familiar and longing name on it, and stroked the screen with his thumb. Neither answer nor hang up.

This has become Zhang Taiping's spiritual sustenance, and it is also the reason for him to survive.

As if it had become a tacit understanding, the phone would automatically hang up every time it dialed for three minutes.

These three minutes are the happiest time of Zhang Taiping every day, which can bring him into the brilliant flower-like years of high school.

Today is different than usual. Three minutes passed, and the phone still rang again.

Zhang Taiping, who had fallen into memories again, suddenly woke up.

immediately answered the phone call that he usually wanted to answer but was afraid of, and asked eagerly in a voice like a crack in his throat: "Xiaowei, what happened?" ”

There was silence on the other end of the phone for a moment, and a voice came from the end of his heartbeat that suddenly increased.

"Hee-hee, it's nothing. Frightened! ”

"No," Zhang Taiping, who seemed to have collapsed, denied it.

"I'm sweating." A smug voice came from the other end of the line.

“”

"Humph! It's to punish you, who wants you to always don't answer my phone. Still hiding from me! ”

Zhang Taiping's heart tingled, can he go out to meet people like this? It's nice not to scare people. He couldn't remember how many days he hadn't been out of the house.

"It's not busy." Zhang Taiping weakly defended himself.

"Less, I don't know you yet? If you don't see me, I'll go find you. The other end of the phone said bruisedly.

Zhang Taiping was silent.

He also wants to see Xiaowei, more than anyone else. However, he didn't want her to see her current ghost appearance who could directly play the white bone spirit. Sometimes I would laugh at myself and think that if the Taoist priest of the Maoshan faction saw him, would he accept it as a monster.

"Taiping" said in a soft tone as if it could melt steel, "We haven't seen each other for four years, have we?" ”

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"Taiping, why don't you speak?"

"Well, three years, ten months, and eighteen days," Zhang Taiping replied hoarsely and steadily.

"Taiping, I really want to see you," his voice choked with a suppressed voice.

Zhang Taiping opened his mouth, but he didn't know what to say.

The heart hurts like a knife, and who can understand the pain and despair of pushing a loved one into the arms of others with his own hands? Looking at the beloved person, but unable to embrace it, it is as if the heart is being torn apart, suffering from both mental and physical pain.

"Mom, why are you crying?" A childish voice came from the other end of the line.

"No, my mother is an adult, how can she cry, but I accidentally lost my eyes. Maomao will pay attention to it in the future. ”

"Hmm!"

Zhang Taiping listened to the little girl's unique sweet voice, and could imagine the scene of the little girl nodding proudly and obediently.

"Come, Maomao, call godfather."

"Godfather"

Godfather? Zhang Taiping felt his body stiffen.

What a distant name it was to him. There were children who called themselves uncle, uncle, and even grandfather. Only no child has ever called himself father, never called himself father.

The sweet and glutinous two words hit the soft place in his heart fiercely.

It's like being immobilized, and my brain is blank, and I don't know whether to be happy or sad.

"I know you've always liked children, so let Maomao recognize you as a godfather, okay?" Xiaowei's soft voice came from the other end of the phone.

Zhang Taiping, who was still thundering, nodded his head mechanically, and he didn't know if he could see it over there.

"Be obedient, tell me the address, and I'll take your goddaughter to see you tomorrow." Xiaowei persuaded like a child.

Zhang Taiping felt that his body was uncontrollably saying the address.

"Hee-hee, good boy, so obedient. Tomorrow I will take Mao Mao to see you, and here is it today. Good night! Without giving him a chance to speak, he hung up.

Zhang Taiping, who was looking at his mobile phone in a daze, suddenly threw his mobile phone on the bed as if he had been beaten with chicken blood. Rubbing his hands together, he walked back and forth in the room.

was excited in my heart, and muttered in my mouth: "I also have a daughter, I have a daughter, haha I am also a daughter again." Hahahaha"

The ugly laughter like a knife scratching glass echoed in the room, and Zhang Taiping had already burst into tears.

Zhang Taiping, who had not slept all night, got up early and began to prepare.

First, I injected myself with a high-concentration glucose, and if I let the doctor see it, I don't know if I would be scared to death. Because the concentration is so high, it feels like it's stuffing into the blood vessels.

Slightly trimmed his gray hair in the mirror to make it look less like a pile of weeds. I changed into a more distinctive outfit and went out.

I picked up a lot of ingredients in the vegetable market, and went to the supermarket to pick up some snacks that suit the taste of children. After that, I came to the toy store non-stop and bought a fluffy "Chang'an flower".

When I got back to the house, I looked at my watch, and it was only eight o'clock. He plunged headlong into the kitchen.

The dish was ready at about half past nine, and after a short wait, the doorbell rang.

The first thing that caught his eye was the pair of dimples that did not disappear because of marrying a wife, and Zhang Taiping suddenly felt a warm heart. Some things don't change because of the passage of time.

Behind Zhang Xiaowei is her four-year-old daughter.

The little girl, apparently well-groomed. combed two small cupola braids, but left the sea in front of his forehead. Wearing a little princess dress and small transparent sandals on her feet. The pearl-like toes are dyed pink.

Without asking, she knew that this was her mother Zhang Xiaowei's masterpiece.

Looking at Zhang Taiping's paper-like body, old face, and pale hair. Zhang Xiaowei's tears are like pearls with broken threads, which are not under her control.

Qiang made a smile, wiped his tears, pulled his daughter in front of him and said, "Maomao, call godfather."

The little girl timidly glanced at Zhang Taiping, who looked like a skeleton, lowered her head and called her godfather, and then hid behind her mother's back.

Hearing the little girl's voice, Zhang Taiping's originally wrinkled face was like a blooming chrysanthemum.

And Zhang Taiping didn't care about the little girl's movements, if the child was not afraid of himself, it would be strange.

Let the mother and daughter to the dining table, take out the "Chang'an flower" and give it to the little girl.

In the voice of Xiao Maomao's "thank you godfather", the breakfast prepared wholeheartedly began.

The following day, the two took Xiao Maomao to the playground and enjoyed a rare ease and happiness in the laughter of children.

Maybe it's because children's hearts are particularly pure and transparent, and they can feel the sincerity or not. In the subsequent play, Xiao Maomao was no longer afraid of Zhang Taiping, and held Zhang Taiping's hand to look very close.

Happy times are always very short. When they are separated, they are constantly worried and reluctant.

Zhang Taiping stroked Xiao Maomao's head. Looking at his bamboo-like arms, I don't know when we will see each other, and if we will have a chance to meet.

As if he could hear Zhang Taiping's heart, Xiao Maomao said crisply: "Godfather, don't be afraid, my mother and I will come to see you." ”

Zhang Taiping endured the sourness in his eyes and said: "Godfather is not afraid, remember to call Godfather." ”

"Hmm. Maomao will also send text messages, and Maomao will text his godfather. The little girl nodded fiercely.

"Mao Mao is so good"

raised his head and looked at Xiaowei, who was biting her lip tightly and tears were rolling in her eyes. He raised his arm, but put it down again. smiled and said, "Okay, such a big person will return the golden beans." Remember to give me a call when you get home. ”

Zhang Xiaowei didn't speak, grabbed his hand and rubbed his eyes, and then pulled Xiao Maomao and squeezed into the subway.

Looking at the moving subway, a feeling of emptiness and loss suddenly hit.

I was a little afraid to return to that lonely home.

Sitting on a wooden chair in the park, watching people come and go, listening to laughter. There is a feeling that the end of the world is close at hand, and I feel that I am so far away from them. I am like a superfluous thing that has been rejected by the world, unable to fit in. I can only watch lonely and lonely, envy, and even jealousy.

The July sky is like a child's face, and it changes when it is said.

Just now, the sky was clear and the sky was blazing, but now it was full of dark clouds and strong winds. The dark and rolling dark clouds continue to press down on the ground, which has the momentum of "black clouds crushing the city and wanting to destroy it". In response to the black clouds in the sky, the wind on the ground is also raging, and the plastic bags rolled up from nowhere are constantly thrown high and flipped in the air. The trees on both sides of the gravel path swayed from side to side in cheer.

Zhang Taiping shivered, the wind that should have been cool in July actually gave him a cold and biting sleep.

On a whim, he looked up at the dark clouds that seemed to be a monster, and there was an inexplicable ominous omen in his heart.

The raindrops hit the bean field and made people's faces hurt. Then it poured down like a scoop.

Zhang Taiping, who was drenched in soup in a few seconds, hurriedly turned to the big banyan tree not far behind the chair. Regardless of whether you can hide from the rain under the tree on a rainy day, it is better to be killed by lightning than to be killed by rain. Moreover, how many people can really be killed by thunder?

"Isn't it enough to torture people, thief?" looked at his embarrassment, and couldn't help scolding.

That's often how things go. Sometimes you keep cursing and cursing God, but he is asleep and ignores you. And sometimes when you're unlucky, you just scold and get revenge.

Coincidentally, today's Zhang Taiping is the latter.

If someone is around, you will see a scene of surprise.

I saw a bucket-like thunder in the sky across a blue-purple "Zhizi" connecting heaven and earth, falling on the top of the big banyan tree, and then quickly spreading throughout the tree. From afar, it looks like a Christmas tree decorated with purple thunder flowers.

Zhang Taiping, who was standing under the tree, lost consciousness when his head "boomed". The bright light that illuminated the sky shone on his criss-crossed charcoal-black face, a look of disbelief and relief.