"Leave??" The owner of the cigarette stall was also stunned for a moment. After all, I don't know anyone with the surname Li, or someone related to the word Li.

So he quickly sat up and rushed to the street outside: "Hey, that guy, did you send it by mistake!" Feed?? ”

He shouted, but the man still walked forward, without saying a word, without any movement, and without any response, he quickly disappeared into the crowd.

"Cut." The owner of the cigarette stall snorted helplessly, and then threw the letter into the corner of the counter. On such a rainy day, he didn't have the heart to chase it out in the rain, and he didn't have the heart to open the letter, and it was estimated that in a few days, the messenger who was a little confused would find that he had made a mistake, and then came back to him in a hurry.

So, just leave it at that.

Thinking so, the owner of the cigarette stall lay down on the sofa chair, closed his eyes, and became confused.

Unconsciously, the time of the day came, at 5 o'clock in the afternoon, the light rain still did not stop, a bicycle came to the back of the cigarette stall, the cyclist casually leaned the bicycle against the wall, and walked into the cigarette stall.

In this era, except for those who are very poor at the bottom, few people can ride bicycles, and even the night flyers and motorists of the past have disappeared. Therefore, the cyclist is wearing a school uniform of Linghuang Middle School, which is easy to explain, after all, it is impossible for this kind of family to pay the tuition fees for online courses for their children.

"Bang Dang~" The back door was slammed shut, and the owner of the cigarette stall changed his position very dissatisfied, and then continued to sleep, he knew that it was his son who had returned.

In this kind of family, parents rarely pay attention to children's academics, love, careers and other things. Because it is difficult for them to manage their own affairs well, and under this premise, they still pay attention to the children and educate the children, so the persuasiveness is very low, and they will even be cut by the children, and over time, the degree of discipline of the children of the poor is very low, which is also the reason why the children of the poor are often poor.

Of course, this is not to say that all the children of the poor have no possibility of turning over, but in this day and age, this possibility is very small.

Just like the child of the cigarette stall owner's family, he is sixteen years old this year, studying in the lowest school in Linghuang, after completing compulsory education, he may inherit his father's cigarette stall, and live as a gangster, he has dyed golden hair, pierced ears, and rides the cheapest bicycle, the only thing that can be used is his glorious deeds of being a small leader in a class in Linghuang, and the rest is nothing.

"I'm back." After slamming the door slammed, the yellow-haired child spoke casually, as he walked to the cigarette stall, and after grabbing a pack of cheap cigarettes from the counter, he was about to turn around and walk towards his room.

Suddenly, he froze, and his gaze stopped on a letter in the corner of the counter.

There seemed to be something written on the letter.

"Hey, stinky boy, get cigarettes again! Didn't I tell you that you have to pay for your own cigarettes! ”

The boss on the sofa yelled angrily at his child, as if he cared more about the money for the pack of cigarettes than the child riding home in the rain.

However, after shouting, he found that the stinky boy ignored him.

"Hey, I'll talk to you!" The boss yelled that often the more pale adults are in life, the more arrogant their attitude towards their children is, after all, they can't establish their own image in life achievements, so they can only show their own strength.

And if one day, they are old and can't commit domestic violence against their children, then they will lose the last trace of dignity as parents.

Huang Mao ignored his father's roar, he still looked at the letter: "Who sent this?" When? ”

"Huh?" The father glared: "I'll tell you about cigarettes again!" Don't tear me off! ”

"Here you go! Look no further! Huang Mao also angrily threw a front on his father's chest, and then reached out and took out the letter: "Where did this letter come from?" He asked.

"I forgot, maybe someone sent it wrong." The father put the money in his pocket, and then closed his eyes, as if he had not heard the letter and his son's question.

Huang Mao didn't speak, because he knew that no matter how much he asked, this old man in his 40s would not be able to give an answer, so he turned around directly and returned to his own room.

On the letter, there was a word off.

It is exactly the same as the tattoo on his shoulder, perhaps, the person who sent the letter thinks that if his child has the same tattoo as the letter, then as a parent, he should finally associate something.

But the person who sent the letter must not have imagined that it had been several months, and his child had an extra tattoo on his body, and as a parent, he didn't notice it.

Thankfully, he didn't miss the letter.

Huang Mao carefully opened the letter and wrote an address on it.

"Midnight, 12 o'clock, Highway 7 tunnel entrance."

Huang Mao frowned, he subconsciously looked at the door, then quickly got up, closed the door of his room, and then took out a lighter, lit the letter, burned it to ashes, and finally rushed into the sewer.

If there is no book, it will be short, and the time will soon come to midnight, and Huang Mao will ride his bicycle to the mouth of the tunnel on Route 7.

It's a magical place, although it's a road tunnel, but there haven't been cars here for several years, and the tunnels are inhabited by wild cats and homeless people.

There are no street lights, only large woods on both sides of the road, which makes the already unlit places seem even more out of reach. If there is not only one straight road surface on this road, it is estimated that he may get lost.

"Why is it so dark, I can't see anything clearly." Huang Mao thought so, then took out his mobile phone, wanting to turn on the light, after all, if he didn't turn on the light or something, the other party probably wouldn't be able to see that he was here.

But he had just clicked on the page on his phone.

"Turn off the handset, turn it off." A voice came from behind him suddenly, and he was so frightened that he couldn't scream.

"Don't scream, it's me." The voice continued.

Yellow Fur turned his head, and then in the night in front of him, he vaguely saw a hazy figure, the figure was wearing a hood, but at this moment, he was taking off his hat.

Huang Mao looked at the person in front of him a little incredulously, and with the only light, he could confirm it

"Brother Lu Luyuan"