Yang Zhiwen pushed open the glass door of Robert's Cafe in a panic, the dazzling sun outside made him unable to open his eyes, Yang Zhiwen bent down and stumbled across the police line, and then walked straight to the police car.

The tired body is constantly draining itself under the action of stimulants, and the shadow of childhood grows significantly in the two unique states of fatigue and excitement, and the fear in the mind spreads to the whole body, and everything is unavoidable.

Yang Zhiwen, who walked to the front of the car, hurriedly removed the car key from his belt, and wanted to insert the key into the car door with his hand shaking, but he failed to succeed several times in a row, and his originally calm personality began to gradually become impatient, and when he was about to explode, the key was inserted, which made him breathe a sigh of relief.

I saw Yang Zhiwen open the car door suddenly, and quickly sat in the driver's seat, and then the car door was violently closed. The collision between the car door and the door frame when the door was closed, the force generated by the collision was transmitted to Yang Zhiwen's hands, and listening to the huge sound of the door closing, Yang Zhiwen breathed a long sigh of relief.

The inside of the carriage was hot and dry, and the breathing that had been so hard to adjust began to become sudden again. Yang Zhiwen skillfully plugged in the key, ignited, started the engine, the old police car roared under the scorching sun, and the hood vibrated with it, it was the wiper that shook left and right, Yang Zhiwen anxiously toggled the wiper button that he had just accidentally touched, the button fell down as he wished, and the falling button hit Yang Zhiwen's leather shoes, and then bounced to the side of the cheerful dance at his feet, and the wiper waved his hands triumphantly in front of him.

Eyes, gradually dull. temper, angry.

Yang Zhiwen hammered the steering wheel with both hands, and the huge force from the steering wheel made him feel faint pain. The sweltering and dry interior of the shabby and dilapidated car is hot and dry, and the owner of Robert's Cafe has a cold drink in his hand and spends the heat with the police officers. Sweat oozed from his pores, wetting his cheeks and shirt. Sweat flowed into his eyes, and the feeling of dryness could not go away for a long time. He rested his hands on the side of the steering wheel and rested his head on his hands. When his face accidentally touches the button of the horn on the steering wheel, the whole car becomes manic. The old police car was struggling to wave the wipers and roar under the dazzling scorching sun. The high-pitched body can no longer squeeze a trace of strength from the body to maintain his tired spirit.

He collapsed behind the wheel, letting the mania of the car go. Breathing, gradually weakened.

The sound of car horns attracted passers-by and police officers in the store, and their eyes surrounded the police car like a pillar. Whispering and pointing and pointing kept him in the car. "He's not going to the police station, why hasn't he been there at this time?" "What's the matter with this person? Something wrong with your brain, right? Sentences like these, just like the great doctrine of Tang Seng, are boring, boring, inescapable, and endless. The wipers swayed from side to side, making a creaking sound.

Yang Zhiwen finally pushed the steering wheel away with his hand, his body fell backwards hard, and his head hit the not very soft chair pillow. His head was dizzy, and he seemed to be about to fall asleep, but the stimulants in his body did not allow him to do so, and he became helpless and excited.

"Nasty!" Yang Zhiwen let out a mournful roar in the car, and his hands and feet continued to hit the steering wheel and kick the ground violently. Far from satisfying him, the venting of desire made him more miserable. When kicking the floor, because the leather shoes were too slippery, the foot stretched forward violently, the accelerator drove the car to rampage forward, the pedestrian running the red light was frightened by the scene in front of him and collapsed on the ground, the eggs and urine bought quietly flowed on the ground, and the passerby who collapsed on the ground kept kicking his legs backwards, and then got up and ran without looking back. When the man in the car saw the scene in front of him, he laughed wildly, and then kept sobbing. How he wanted to grasp the beauty of those days!

In fact, Yang Zhiwen's life has not always been gray, and he also has a relatively dull time, which is relatively dull.

That's when Yang Zhiwen is in the sixth grade, that's right! In the sixth grade, it happened in a family where the father was an alcoholic and unemployed, and the mother sold meat for a living.

The rainy season with its cold and musty smell and the dry and cold winter that make people reluctant to go out have just passed, and it is the annual season of mother's business. Hordes of scum and invited thugs arrived as scheduled.

The bell of Yang Zhiwen's school rang impatiently, and all the students returned home happily with their schoolbags without books on their backs.

And every time Yang Zhiwen went home to greet him, it was basically a wine bottle that grabbed the door and a dirty swear word. The beer bottle that rushed out of the door passed him, and he leaned forward slightly and hunched his waist, and the foul language poured into his ears, and he could only quietly turn his head, unable to speak. Yang Zhiwen walked into the room silently, ignoring the unsightly scenes in the house, he had no choice.

However, even if he lowered his head, bent down, and turned his head to the side, he could not treat everything as if it had not happened. Because in the dimly lit room of my mother, the shadows of teeth and claws and the words of incorruptibility filled the whole room.

The shadows on the windows split and merged, the words in the room fluctuated, and groups of children watched from the outside, and the scene was like a small shadow puppet show. The child's eyes widened and his mouth raised slightly. The female protagonist of the shadow puppet show wants to refuse and welcome, and the male protagonists attack fiercely. In the small room, strange or familiar actors cooperated with the performance to their heart's content, and the drunkards outside pulled banners and shouted loudly. An incredible scene took place in the slums, where garbage was more garbage than garbage, and the crowd lined up in an orderly manner under the guidance of banners, looking forward to participating or watching the performance. Pander to! Filthy...

At home in the city, Yang Zhiwen sat alone in the corner of his room, and he could only do this. Outside, under the overpass are homeless people with bad intentions, the door of the school house has long been locked, and the shops outside are plastered with job postings, and you can disappear as soon as you enter. Yang Zhiwen looked at his mother's room, and the fierce look of his alcoholic father appeared in his cautious sight.

These people have nowhere to go, these people have no home. Yang Zhiwen desperately wanted to leave this room, but he couldn't move. But the quality of life is getting better day by day. True or False? He was helpless, but he naturally chose to accept it.

Because of his mother's relationship, Yang Zhiwen doesn't have to get up early in the morning to pick up bottles, as long as he hands them over until school in the evening. After directing the crowd, the drunkard father would massage his mother and open her legs, which could no longer be combined, and after venting his desires, he would go out to fool around, and the house became a safer place. The days seem to be getting better day by day, at least Yang Zhiwen can eat one more hemp ball in the morning, and milk is no longer the unattainable dream, until the peaceful life is interrupted by a sudden accident.

One day my mother fell ill and had a high fever. The drunkard went crazy, and he didn't know if it was out of concern or because there was no alcohol to drink, and the men in the family were all driven back by the drunkard. At this time, the drunkard is hesitating whether to go to the hospital or not? If you don't go to the hospital, you have to..., and if you go to the hospital, it costs money... When the drunkard hesitated in his heart, the card friend said hello from the window, and the drunkard responded loudly to the card player, lowered his head and counted the money, put some sneaky ones in his shoes, looked at the room nervously and shouted: "It's okay..., don't worry!" Right away... I'll come back and bring you a lot of money! Wait for me! Big money! Right now! The drunkard finally took half a bottle of beer, put on his shoes, and ran out frantically, panicking.

The sound of the father going out alarmed the son in the room, Yang Zhiwen silently found his mother's room from his room, dim, messy, and smelly, which was originally his first impression, but he now has a little more longing, because of the poor beauty lying on the bed sickly.

As a son, he tries to avoid his gaze, but his eyes often look at his mother unconsciously, that kind of extreme beauty, otherwise business would not be so good. He silently wiped his mother's body, relaxed his muscles and bones, and replenished blood in a serious way. The mother who was sleeping was woken up by her son's massage, and stretched her body at will, making her son's face even more red and red, and his eyes dodging left and right.

In a casual yawn as she got up, the beauty opened her eyes, and in front of him was her shy son. The shy, timid, and curious look on his face was shown on his son's little white face with clear facial features and red cheeks. At this moment, the mother, who was most familiar to her son but was unfamiliar with her, did not know how to speak, and she quietly turned her head to the side to prevent her son from seeing her reddened cheeks. Thousands of words were deleted, searched, filtered in the mother's mind, and when she mustered up the courage to say the first word, the sentence was swallowed back and only made a hum sound. When the boy heard the humming sound, he turned his head to look and immediately twisted his head, and the direct eye contact just now caught both parties off guard, but they were full of anticipation. The words that both sides wanted to say have been in their hearts for a long time, like a water pipe clogged with excrement, and those words in their hearts have never really been revealed. Slowly, the red on both parties' cheeks began to fade, and their hands slowly leaned towards each other, both pretending to be careless. Hands and hands touched, and the two raised their eyes and avoided them again, and they only said yes. The more unfamiliar feelings sharply shorten the distance in the unique characters and environments. Ignorance and timidity, sickness and maturity are in contact and collision at this time, and there is a shadow on the window that should not appear.

The mother told her son a story.

There was once a lively and ignorant girl looking forward to a perfect and romantic love, and then she met a boy, one night, the immature girl conquered the boy with her body, until the boy was tired of playing, but the girl thought that she had won love that night, so she ran away from home to pursue her love.

There is a boy who is a young man, but because he doesn't like to study and doesn't want to inherit the family business, he left home with half of his family wealth, and he lived freely all the way. But halfway through the swim, he had a lot of money and was penniless, so he entered the gambling hall in desperation, and then won all battles. Once he met an opponent, he lost in an instant and was penniless, and the family found him and said that the old lady in the family was sick and died soon. How could a boy who was in the mood pay attention to a family, and then go home with the family. When he got home, he found that the family was in the middle of the road, and the family was unable to rectify the old man, and later the boy took out all his net worth to pay off the family debts, but the old man returned to the west. Since then, the boy has been drinking to kill his sorrows.

Once, a wandering girl saw a boy borrowing wine in a tavern to kill his sorrows. The melancholy temperament, immature appearance, and arrogant tone of outrageous words deeply attracted her. The girl hides her heart in the bottom of her heart, looking forward to the day when she is close to him. The boy's posture in the gambling hall, his unique temperament, and his pride in spending a lot of money deeply fascinated the girl. One day, the boy heard the girl's story and was hopeful. Later, when the boy saw the girl, he was really moved by her appearance and story, and then silently put his feelings for him in his heart.

Until one day, a gang of thugs plotted against the girl, and the boy stood up for the girl, but he didn't get any good results. In the evening, the boy stayed at the girl's house and shared a room. Acquaintances, encounters, and acquaintances, the feelings of boys and girls quickly warmed up.

It turns out that the happiest thing is that the person you like happens to like you too.

At the end of the words, the mother smiled like the girl, and said to her son with pride and pride in her eyes: "The invincible king will come back soon!" ”

At the end of school at noon, Yang Zhiwen opened the lunch box that was as empty as ever, and was about to sigh when surprise appeared in front of him. Inside the originally empty bento box was a thin and crumpled ten yuan, which my mother secretly put in when she massaged her mother in the morning.

At this point, Yang Zhiwen and his mother agreed that if there is any psychological unhappiness between the two parties in the future, they will confide in each other as this morning.

Yang Zhiwen silently set up an ambition in his heart, to make all the people who bullied him a beating.

In the hot carriage, the monotonous and loud mobile phone ringtones were repeating the cycle, and Yang Zhiwen was stunned as if he had woken up from a dream. The other end of the phone is from his adoptive father, the director.

"Zhiwen, what's going on? Colleagues said that you came to the bureau, why haven't you arrived yet? Do you know I'm worried? The director on the other end of the phone originally wanted to speak, but was interrupted by Yang Zhiwen.

"Dad, I love you so much!" Officer Yang ended up crying in the hot compartment, accompanied by the squeaky wipers that swayed from side to side.

The person on the other end of the phone was silent for a while, and his voice was loud and firm: "I love you as always!" Always! ”

The doping power finally ended, and Yang Zhiwen fell asleep in the car, he had never been so stable.

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