The closer you get to the Red Star Factory, the less influence time will have.

Gao Chuang saw his primary and secondary schools, and saw the commissary at the entrance of the school. I even saw the uncle who guarded the door, the dean of education who caught the students who skipped class. The memory in his mind came alive, and the root of Gao Chuang's nose was a little sour, and he took a deep breath before holding back his tears.

Bai Fukang stopped in front of the iron gate of the compound, and Wang Dong took a one-dollar note and handed it to the uncle who came to open the door. He happened to hold back the doubts in Gao Chuang's eyes, and laughed dryly: "It's winter, it's embarrassing to ask people to come out and open the door." ”

Gao Chuang vaguely remembered the face of the porter, but he felt that he was really alienated from the world.

Getting out of the Beverly car, Gao Chuang stretched his waist, and the bones on his body snapped. Wang Dong stood on the other side of Fukang, trembling as he listened.

"I live in three 601 buildings, and I'm empty to play." Gao Chuang said the longest sentence, waved his hand at Wang Dong and rushed into the long-lost unit door.

Wang Dong watched the voice-activated lights light up layer by layer, and in a blink of an eye, they lit up to the sixth floor, and then came back to his senses. He took out a cigarette and lit it on fire, took a deep breath, and said in his heart that such a big man ran so fast! Overwhelming.

Gao Chuang stepped up the five-grid stairs and went up to the sixth floor in one breath, and his face did not change color and gas did not grow. He saw the Saint Seiya sticker on the iron door, it was still a naughty thing to do in elementary school, and now there is only a mark left, and he can barely recognize it as the Taurus Gold Saint Seiya Arudiba.

Gao Chuang stood for a full minute before he knocked on the door, his heart beating faster and faster unconsciously.

"Who!" There was wariness and exhaustion in the mother's voice.

Gao Chuang's tears finally couldn't help but roll down.

In the past nine years, whether he was beaten to a blur of flesh and blood, or broken bones and tendons, Gao Chuang has not shed a single tear. However, at this time, his mother's inquiry made him cry uncontrollably.

When Tang Jing opened the door, he saw a huge figure, and he was so frightened that he instantly closed the door.

The sound of the door closing woke Gao Chuang, and he immediately understood that his size might have scared his mother. Whether it is the paternal or maternal line, Gao Chuang lacks the genes of a huge body. To be able to grow to this extent, it is purely due to inhuman tempering and abundant diet, as well as various illegal drugs that have not undergone rigorous testing and are used to modify the body.

"Mom, I'm back." Gao Chuang is like a child who returns late from school, timid.

There was silence in the door, and it was a long time before the sound of the handle turning.

The security door creaked and cracked, and Tang Jing looked sideways: "Xiao Chuang? Is it Xiao Chuang? ”

The mother's voice trembled violently, fearing that this was another nightmare.

Gao Chuang wiped away the tears: "Mom, I'm hungry." ”

Tang Jing suddenly pushed open the iron door, pounced out, hugged her suffocating son tightly, and cried profusely. A "I'm hungry" takes her back nine years ago. Gao Chuang, who is growing his body, seems to have not eaten enough, and the first thing he says after school every day is "Mom, I'm hungry".

Tang Jing used his greatest strength, feeling like he was holding a rubber pillar. She finally let go of her arm, and while wiping the tears on her face, she let Gao break in the door: "Mom will cook dumplings for you." How much do you eat? ”

Gao Chuang followed his mother into the door. The house is still the same, the furniture has not even changed its position, but the wall skin is a little dull, after all, nine years have passed.

"Everything." Gao Chuang said.

Tang Jing was crying and laughing, and she didn't know whether she was crying or laughing. She said, "It's okay to say anything." ”

Gao Chuang grinned: "Ten twenty is not too little, one hundred and two hundred is not too much." ”

Tang Jing looked at the mountain-like giant, and finally couldn't help but ask, "How have you survived all these years?" ”

Gao Chuang pretended to be relaxed and said with a smile: "Mom, look at my figure, my physique is strong, and my life is beautiful!" ”

Tang Jing walked up to her son, put her hand on her coat, and unbuttoned it, revealing three scars on her chest. When she hugged her son just now, she found out that it was definitely not something that ordinary people would carry.

This scar can be seen as an old wound at a glance, even if Tang Jing doesn't understand medicine, he can imagine how deep the wound was at the beginning.

Gao Chuang didn't mind touching the old wound left by this ring fist, fastened the button, and said with a smile: "It looks scary, but it's actually nothing." Mom, won't you give me dumplings? ”

Tang Jing turned around and went into the kitchen, and soon there was a suppressed cry.

Gao Chuang didn't know how to comfort his mother.

In the most critical years of his character, he lived like a fierce beast. Every day is to exercise skills, and every ten days is a life-and-death fight. There are additional rewards for winning, sometimes it's medicine, sometimes it's a meal, sometimes it's one or more women...... If you lose, you won't even die.

So Gao Chuang didn't know how to make his mother happy, and the only thing he could do was to sit on the sofa and pick up the novel his mother was reading—the English version of "The Enmity of Monte Cristo". However, the title of the book was still guessed by him, and the English had long since been forgotten.

If it weren't for Wang Dong's words, Gao Chuang would have been a little rusty with Chinese. In the boxing stadium run by the owner of the mine in that small southern country, he became an underground boxing champion with no more than twenty words, and the language was not as powerful as fists and weapons.

Gao Chuang put down the book and sat quietly until his mother came out with steaming dumplings.

Gao Chuang wore it back while walking in the garden. At that time, I had just had a good lunch, and I was not hungry. But he won't refuse food, and he won't refuse his mother's wishes. So many years of thoughts and grievances are all in this pot of dumplings.

Tang Jing watched Gao Chuang stuff two or three dumplings into his mouth, swallowing them without chewing, and his brows wrinkled in pain: "Slow down, be careful of burning!" ”

Gao Chuang smiled and slowed down: "Mom, you have two?" ”

Tang Jing shook her head: "Where have you been all these years?" What do you do? ”

Gao Chuang didn't know what to say for a while. He didn't want to hide it from his mother, and he didn't want to deceive.

Gao Chuang tried his best to avoid the important and said lightly: "I was kidnapped and went abroad to fight black boxing." ”

However, the "lightness" that Gao Chuang felt was no longer something that Tang Jing could bear.

Seeing his mother crying uncontrollably again, Gao Chuang had no choice but to put down the rice bowl and gently shake his mother's knee: "Mom, I'm back, don't think about the past." ”

Tang Jing said "It's good to come back, it's good to come back", but tears still couldn't help but flow out.

Gao Chuang had no choice but to say, "Mom, do you want to tell Dad?" ”

Tang Jing's crying immediately stopped, obviously showing anger, and said, "What is there to say, he has nothing to do with our family." ”

Gao Chuang was about to persuade his mother to want to open some, but in fact, the great change in the family was because of his disappearance, and suddenly he heard a high-pitched voice outside: "Move to a new home as soon as possible and enjoy preferential policies......

Tang Jing had a headache, raised his hand and pressed the corner of his forehead: "These people are here again." ”