"I said you, what a stupid child, what's the hard work or not, you are my son, I should take care of my grandson, this old man can still do this, don't worry."

"Thank you, Dad!"

"But you have to be honest, you really haven't encountered anything, have you? I see you've been quite busy lately, have you encountered something? It's okay, Dad, and the pension. ”

The little reporter smiled, smiled and shook his head, his father didn't know what kind of things he did, what was the use of the pension? I'm afraid I can't get tens of thousands of yuan together, and it's not as good as a fraction of what people want.

"It's okay, Dad, you go to bed first, I'll sit in the living room for a while, watch TV for a while, and go to sleep in a while."

"Are you really okay?"

"Dad, why are you mother-in-law and mother during this time, I'm really fine, don't worry, go to bed first!"

The old man nodded, staggered, walked into the bedroom, and closed the door.

The little reporter looked at his father's back, and felt very uncomfortable, he still remembered the "Back" in the middle school textbook, and once vowed not to let his father become the old father in that article.

But now, he seems to have made his father worse off.

And his father didn't know that he was going to send the white-haired man to the black-haired man soon.

Their community is not very high-end, it is the kind of urban village, and the family conditions are not good, and they can't afford to buy a bigger house, so they can only rely on his meager manuscript fee to live in this urban village.

Last year, news came that the building in this area of their house was going to be demolished, and he was in a hurry for a long time, not knowing what to do.

But fortunately, news came later that the city government issued a notice not to demolish this building for the time being.

Therefore, these old buildings are equivalent to surviving, squeaking, witnessing the wind and rain in the city.

These buildings are actually not very high, the highest is only seven floors, but in fact, it is enough, enough to kill him, such a small person, drowning in this big city, can not make a splash.

The city, surrounded by a river, was like a huge beast, silently devouring him, and not a little scum wanted to stay for him.

I want to remember the first time I hated myself for being a writer, and I usually save my sister when I write news, and I don't know which word is better to use.

It's ironic, the little reporter thought about it and laughed, what a sarcasm!!

There are some good things in the old building, probably never alone, in fact, you walk alone on the stairway, and there are mice as your companions, chirping, they are unique elves in the night.

The little reporter saw the rats slipping away from his feet, thinking that he was just a street rat now, no one was more noble than the other, and even he was not as happy as those rats, he was a rat who was about to die.

At night, the wind was very strong, blowing around, the clothes of the little reporter, it turned out that he died such a difficult thing.

Memories are like devils who can't be driven away.,After a while, it will wander in front of his eyes.,It turns out that it's such a beautiful thing to be alive.。。

The little reporter went to the top of the building and went around again. cursed in a low voice, knowing that this was the best ending, but in the end, he was too cowardly, and he didn't even change his life to an end.