After reading the book, the address of [Wanbenshen Station]: Avoid the pain of chasing books!

"Her son is gone!" The wife said in horror, and at the same time she subconsciously hugged the red light tightly.

Then a group of red hats came running over in a hurry. Everyone is searching. The sound of the siren came from far and near, and the scene of Chen Mo talking to the child appeared in front of my eyes, he stroked the child's face with his hand, and the person who protected your safety was tempted to harm you, is there anything more terrible than this?

Sixth, crying in the middle of the night, it was windy again.

I couldn't sleep, waiting for the child's cry. It was as accurate as the rooster crows in the morning, and sure enough, it sounded again. This time it was more real, and it was floating outside my window.

I'm a man, an adult, an amazing person, and I'm supposed to get out there. However, the whole body of the great man is as soft as cotton, and he cannot stand up.

Next to the bed was a floor lamp, and I used it as a pillar, and I stood up with it, pulled the latch, and walked out with it.

No matter how long or short the weapon is, it is a person who knows martial arts.

I avoided a lot of detours and went straight out the door to the basement.

I felt like I was drunk, and I felt that the world was light, mysterious, and no longer real. I held the lamp like a gun, and walked down the long ramp, top-heavy.

When I got close to the basement, I was sure it was an adult crying, but he was disguised as a child's voice!

I immediately guessed it was him, the one who had made a feud with me.

The Wangye Garden is guarded by Chen Mo 24 hours a day. Now he is on duty. In the middle of the night, the head of Chen Mo's department often checked his post, and if he didn't walk around Building J, he would be scolded.

Chen Mo's system is very strict, and the leader is polite to the landlord, but he is very fierce to Chen Mo.

Once, I saw them conducting semi-military training, and one Chen Mo made a mistake, and was whipped by the leader with a belt, and the weather was very hot, and the uniform was very thin, and I heard the belt hit on the flesh, like hitting the sack containing grain, and the voice was like this:

"Poof! Burst! Burst! ”

The Chen Mo who made the mistake was really as fat as a full sack, and his expression when he was beaten was the same as a sack.

Other Chen Mo looked like a fare evader, looking at it with his mouth wide open, not daring to move.

At that time, I felt that the leader's demeanor was more like a big ruffian, why did Chen Mo cry? I think, he didn't dare to sleep, he was the one who took revenge on sleeping.

Or, he's homesick.

The room above the head is home with windows. Looking out the window, there was a round moon, colored stars, and green willow treetops.

The house below is not a home, there are no windows, there is moisture, there is death. He sat in a dark corner, on a cold concrete floor.

He has a home, and his home is far away. (Of course, we don't know where, and maybe the police won't be able to find out.) But that home wasn't much better than this basement.

There are incense tablets, humidifiers, soft women, and good dreams next to the sleeping man on his head. There was a full moon, colored stars, and green willow treetops.

And all he had around him was standing water, a bad smell, and a few cold bicycles.

As I was about to enter the basement, the voice seemed to be out of it again - suddenly, I heard someone whispering, "Who!" ”

The voice wasn't in the basement, it was behind me.

When I looked back, it was Chen Mo! He actually appeared at the entrance, and between him and me was a long ramp. He's tall, I'm low, and his shadow crawls long and long. He stood in my way.

The wind blew his uniform, trembling.

"Me." I was copied back, said dejectedly.

Then, step by step, I crawled towards the world. I don't know if my floor lamp should be aimed at him.

"You're you again?"

"I heard someone crying."

"I heard it too. That could be a cat. ”

"No, not a cat."

He stood in the doorway facing me, not out of the way. "It's a cat." He said stiffly.

I carefully discerned his accent.

I've been wandering around for so many years and I'm sensitive to accents. Whoever speaks, I know where he is from. In addition to the distinction of region, there is also a distinction between industries. There is an artist, she is already full of authentic singer accents, but, when she opened her mouth with me, I said:

"A few years ago, I went to Qiqihar to sell knives." She asked, "What is Qiqihar?" I said, "Your hometown."

”

But I couldn't tell where he was from.

His words were ordinary, like that of an announcer.

Everyone has his native language, and the broadcaster is not a broadcaster when he speaks in life. And this man cleaned up his native language, like plucking all the hairs from his body, and there was not a single hair left.

My hairs stood on end. I compromised: "Probably cats." ”

I walked up to him and I stopped two meters away from him. I was thinking that if his face suddenly bleeds, I would hit him with a floor lamp, but he got out of the way.

I walked past him. He said, "Sleep." I've spent the whole night hanging out under your window, don't be afraid, nothing will happen.

”

When I got home, I heard a child crying loudly.

This time it's the son.

I came to his house and patted him gently for a while, and he slept again.

At this time, I realized that the cry is small and small, not necessarily a child, in fact, the child cries very straightforwardly, sparing no effort, wishing that others would hear. And that inexplicable cry is actually covering up. The sound is thin and small, that is the result of suppression.

On the day of 7 or 20 meters, I was working on a manuscript at home.

My wife went to film. She is the editor-in-chief of Ruili Home Magazine. I love her like a mosquito.

Red light kicks football under the window.

He doesn't like football as much as I do. But, as much as I do, he loves the action – kicking hard, like kicking someone in the stomach.

But no one always told us to kick our stomachs. There was really nothing to play, so my son had to play football.

His toys could open a small toy store, but he wasn't uncommon.

I heard him kick the soccer ball outside the window: "Poof! Burst! Burst! The sound was very similar to a belt whipping Chen Mo's flesh.

I'm writing a column for Zhuangzi.com. (Don't laugh when you say it, that column is called "Celebrity Perspectives.") The celebrity wrote on the computer:

There are two kinds of people who are better to be in your field of vision at all times, otherwise, they are dangerous—one is your fierce enemy, and the other is your delicate child.

I stopped and listened to the voice outside the window: "Poof! Burst! Burst! ”

I went on to write: Your parents watched you grow up, they knew best about your childishness and weakness, they kept advising you, guiding you, and never being at ease. And when your colleagues, friends, spouses, bosses, subordinates, enemies start to touch you, you are an adult, and they all think that you are mature and powerful, so they just silently compete with you "Poof! Burst! Burst! ”

I thought about it for a while, and then I typed out two random words on my computer: difference, but then I couldn't write it.

I looked out the window and almost passed out - my son was gone! His balls were thrown there. Another kid was playing soccer in front of his house: "Poof! Burst! Burst! ”

The voice steals the beams and changes the pillars.

I didn't go through the door and jumped out of the window. I asked the kid anxiously, "Where is the kid who played here just now?" ”

He looked at me and said, "No." ”

I was stupid.

I even wrote an article to persuade others that my enemies and my own children were out of sight! What's wrong with me?

The sky was as blue as the countryside. There were a few clouds hanging leisurely in the sky, motionless. It was quiet, only the kid was playing football: "Poof! Burst! Burst! ”

All this was so out of harmony with my mind that my sky "rumbled" to the ground.

I shouted, "Red light! Red light! Red light! ——”

No one answered. Chen Mo, the day shift from Building J, ran over and asked, "What's going on?" ”

(End of chapter)

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