The Nancheng Tower, named after Nancheng, is not as grand as Zhang Fan imagined, but a small mountain tower was built on the top of the mountain.

Nancheng Tower has a total of five floors, and the wall on the first floor describes some of the beautiful landscapes, poems, and history and culture of Nancheng.

Due to age, the writing on the wall has become blurred. Even more conspicuous is the handwriting that tourists maliciously scribble on the wall.

Because this is a building during the Republic of China, the building inside the tower is not very strong, and the iron rods that climb to the upper floor have long been rusted. On the first three floors, visitors have the most handwriting, and the last two floors are smaller, so there are fewer traces of painting on the walls.

"I can't imagine that such a good Nancheng Tower was actually made like this." Zhang Fan looked at the crooked words on the wall of the tower and the clowns who were randomly drawn and couldn't help but sigh in his heart,

Looking at the blurred handwriting on the wall, Zhang Fan's thinking was pulled back to his student days. "I think I had a dream at the beginning."

Zhang Fan recalled that when she was a student, when she told her teacher about her dreams, "her expression was contempt, discrimination or disdain, I don't know if it might be both." ”

"My dream is to be an archaeologist. It is my dream to explore the mysterious and brilliant civilization of ancient times. What Zhang Fan said to the teacher in the third grade is still fresh in my memory.

Or maybe it was the teacher's eyes that made Zhang Fan feel that he had been treated differently so that he couldn't forget that scene. "Maybe the other students are talking about being policemen, doctors, and soldiers. And my answer surprised the teacher. ”

Then Zhang Fan admired the entire tower. He walked to the stone in front of the tower and stood up.

Zhang Fan took out his mobile phone, with a hint of reluctance in his disappointed eyes. "It's 10:25, goodbye to my Xuanguo phone, goodbye to my kitten wallpaper."

put down the mobile phone in his hand and shouted to the world: "Goodbye Nancheng, goodbye world, the world is too bitter to come in the next life." This shout vented all the pain and boredom in Zhang Fan's heart over the years.

After venting his emotions, he originally planned to jump off the front of the Nancheng Tower, and it was not in vain to walk around the world.

But Zhang Fan's two legs didn't seem to have any intention of jumping down. "I'm going to jump." Zhang Fan, who was constantly cheering himself up, cautiously looked down the mountain, making Zhang Fan, who was already afraid of heights, his heart beat faster and his face red.

At this time, the desire to survive had defeated his pathetic self-esteem.

Zhang Fan, who was about to get down from the stone, was hit on the head by a watch that fell from the sky, causing his body's center of gravity to be unstable and he fell down the mountain.

Down the hill is a meadow with no buffers. After Zhang Fan fell, even if he didn't die, he had to lose half his life.

Because it's big night, there are hardly any pedestrians except for vehicles walking on the road. In addition to the hidden darkness of the place where Zhang Fan fell, if no one specially observed, he would not find a person lying there at all.

But the miraculous thing is that the watch that fell from the sky happened to fall into Zhang Fan's arms, and the blood stains on the ground slowly decreased as the watch emitted a trace amount of light.

In the old-fashioned dormitory building not far away, Zhang Fan's parents were anxious and nervous because of Zhang Fan's disappearance.

"Where did this little rabbit go?" Zhang Fan's mother looked at the time on her phone, because Zhang Fan is usually an otaku, whether he was out of school before or after work now, he will go home on time.

In order to know if Zhang Fan was off work, Zhang Fan's mother also made a phone call to ask Zhang Fan's aunt. The two of them didn't have a deep contact, so they obviously didn't know. But at this time, Zhang Fan's mother had no choice but to be a dead horse doctor.

And Zhang Fan's father is much calmer than Zhang Fan's mother. I think it's normal for my son to come home late by chance, after all, it's not too young to be a boy, and it's normal to have a little private space.

The relationship between father and son can be said to be the most familiar strangers. The number of times they spoke in a week could be counted with one pair of hands. Not to mention whether you have ever understood Zhang Fan's heart.

And Zhang Fan's mother, she thinks that the person who knows Zhang Fan best is her, but in fact, she didn't enter his heart at all. Zhang Fan's mother felt that he lacked roots in learning, and he was not as capable as other children in life. So I find fault with this uncompetitive son everywhere, hoping that he can grow up quickly.

Zhang Fan, who has lived in this environment for a long time, has developed a very inferior, panicked, and insecure personality. In addition, there are no friends and no proper catharsis, so it is a miracle that I have survived until now.

"Okay, Zhang Fan's mother. Don't worry, maybe the child is playful and forgets to go home. Wait. Zhang Fan's father came out of the room and comforted Zhang Fan's mother with a smile,

"Okay, okay, I'm waiting for half an hour, and if we haven't come back yet, we'll go out and look for it." Seeing that Zhang Fan's mother was still worried, Zhang Fan's father sat next to Zhang Fan's mother, put his arm around her shoulders and whispered,

Zhang Fan's mother nodded lightly and responded weakly with her nose.

In the blink of an eye, three hours passed. At the foot of Nancheng Tower, Zhang Fan, who was paralyzed on the grass, slowly got better without any medical assistance.

The mysterious watch in Zhang Fan's arms, as Zhang Fan's body recovered, the glowing watch slowly dimmed.

Before that, Zhang Fan's parents had already contacted their relatives in Nancheng, hoping that they could help. Then they themselves were looking for it near their homes, of course, Zhang Fan's parents were on the way to find it, and they couldn't avoid quarreling all the way and shirking each other's responsibilities.

Since he disappeared less than 24 hours, he could not file a case at the police station.

Zhang Fan's mother has opened a small barber shop for more than ten years at the entrance of Nanyang Caishi, so she still has some connections nearby. Just now, some people gave Zhang Fan's mother some ideas, but they didn't have any practical significance.

Zhang Fan's father works as a manager in a logistics company, and often fools around outside on the basis of the company's entertainment, business trips and other reasons.

In the eyes of outsiders, Zhang Fan's family is beautiful and happy, but in fact it is already in crisis, and it is just a fuse away to break out all the contradictions in this family.

"This kid is really not worrying." Zhang Fan, who had been missing for a while, made Zhang Fan's father feel a little nervous.

"You now know how difficult it is to manage this troubled child. I haven't been at home for three days, and if this home hadn't been supported by me, I wouldn't have known what it would have become. Zhang Fan's mother pointed at Zhang Fan's father and scolded, complaining about the grievances and hardships of these years.

And Zhang Fan's father did not show weakness at all, and fought back and scolded: "Hmph, if I wasn't raising this family, you would have drunk the northwest wind a long time ago." Zhang Fan said majestic, his face was full of pride, he didn't care about Zhang Fan's mother's feelings at all, and said ugly words.

Hearing this Zhang Fan's mother was not happy, she has worked hard to do housework for more than ten years, but in the end she is not recognized by this family. As if crazy, he scolded,

"Don't think I don't know what you're doing out there. If it weren't for this family, I would have left a long time ago. I think you were a poor boy back then. I really regret why I went with Chen Weigen, but with you, a bastard with no conscience. ”

At one o'clock in the morning, the road was sparsely populated with traffic. But Zhang Fan's parents quarreled over some trivial matters, and instantly left Zhang Fan's disappearance behind.

"Chen Weigen, it's Chen Weigen again, you really haven't forgotten him......" Zhang Fan's father remembered the past, his eyes were a little red, in order not to let Zhang Fan's mother see it, he deliberately looked at the sky and smiled bitterly,