The stout plane tree in the alley was on fire, and a gust of night wind caused the flames to reach the treetops in an instant.

I don't know who shouted.

"On fire?"

The two sides of the alley are lined with old-fashioned wooden houses, and if the fire is not controlled, it will be difficult to clean up the situation if the houses on both sides are affected.

So immediately after this shout, someone rushed out with a bucket.

More and more people are fighting the fire, and the branches of the sycamore are still crackling and burning.

It seems to be out of control.

Not far away, the sound of fire trucks came from far and near.

It's time, don't give me much time.

I picked up a bucket and mingled through the crowd, through the alley, and soon came to the courtyard.

The scene was quite messy, with people coming and going, watching the excitement, and busy fighting fires.

I walked over to the window and knocked rhythmically, and a moment later the girl's face appeared in front of the windowpane.

I raised my hand and pointed to the roof, she was a smart girl, and through the glass window, I could see the happy expression on her face.

On the rooftop, the hut was empty, and a lock was locked from the outside.

Waiting a little anxiously, the girl was late.

When her figure happened to appear on the rooftop, I instantly understood.

The girl's limbs were still slender, but her abdomen was noticeably bulging.

That's probably why the girl was released.

She didn't speak at first, just looked at me with a pair of clear eyes, as if she wanted to see me enough.

I took off my hat, and it was only this chance today, so what could she do if she saw it?

She reached out and rubbed her hands against my face.

"You're really the one I like."

I was going to say, "You too." ”

When the words came to my mouth, I still swallowed them back, what qualifications did a person like me have to say this?

I looked at her belly: "Who is this child?" ”

I was hoping for the answer I wanted, but I was also terrified that it was the answer.

She didn't answer directly.

"You know that."

Yes, I know, that bastard was in a hot fight with that eighteenth-tier star before he left this world.

Naturally, the child could not be his.

But I, a nightkin walking in the dark, how can I have a child? How do you deserve to be a father?

She could probably see my hesitation.

"You don't have to be burdened, I am responsible for this child, I will let him (her) grow up well, after all, that bastard left us a lot of wealth. I won't let him or her suffer the slightest grievance. ”

She clearly misunderstood me, and I ......

"I ...... I don't mean that, I mean, I don't deserve ......."

She was anxious: "No one is more worthy of being a father than you, you are a good person, and you should also be the father of my children." ”

"But, you are still so young, you still have a great future, why should you ......"

"Don't, don't say that, my life has been ruined by that bastard, and it was this child who gave me the opportunity to continue living."

I didn't know for a moment how to persuade her to give up on the child.

She was very resolute: "You have made up your mind, you don't have to persuade me anymore." But you, I want my child's father to live well in this world. ”

In the night, one of her faces glowed white.

I let out a long sigh: "To be alive is a luxury for me. I know the police probably already know who I am. ”

She was about to cry, and her voice was full of tears.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry for you. At first, I insisted that the father of this child was the bastard, but the police still did a DNA test, and this can't be fooled. ”

"It's not your fault, it's God's will, it's God who can't stand it, and the punishment that must be given to me is what I deserve."

She pushed me, and this push was full of reluctance: "You go quickly, the police are all under guard around my house, I am afraid that you will be discovered by them." ”

Looking down from the rooftop, although the fire truck is driving?? Entering the alley, the fire of that tree was almost extinguished, and thick smoke was emitting.

I knew I had to leave, and if I left, I wouldn't have any social relationship with this girl in front of me.

I can't really do anything to her, and I can't take this responsibility.

I took her phone and typed some messages into it, my mother's name, and home in that little town in the north.

I told her to inform my mother when the baby was born, if I could.

I didn't give her any hope while I was alive, and this child might be able to give her some comfort.

A bank card with a lot of money on it, and the numbers on it have been rolling over since I was a nightcrawler, but I never touched it.

I handed it to the girl.

"I, I can't do anything to you and my children, just take it as a father's heart."

The girl did not refuse and accepted it.

"I took it, I want my child to know that his father is a good person with a sense of responsibility and responsibility, and he just left for something."

In the last paragraph, she said it was very difficult, with a forbearant cry.

I, that hard heart, melted in an instant at this moment, and a mist rose in my eyes.

Turn around and walk towards the staircase, if you don't go, it's really too late.

The girl stood there silently, not moving.

I look back.

"You and the child are going to be fine, I'm leaving."

In the alley, there were quite a lot of people, I shuttled through the crowd, and the fat policeman was also in the crowd, but he had a scorched face and was carrying a bucket in his hand, and he didn't notice me.

I looked back again, and on the edge of the rooftop, the blurred shadow of the girl seemed to beckon at me.

God is fair, when He opens a window for you, he closes a door for you.

In the old place, Paul was a well-known agent, and he had made a lot of money over the years, mostly from our people.

There was a disgusting smell in this house, and I knew I had that smell in me, and even I hated it.

Pushing open the door, a rotten, musty smell greeted me.

I covered my nose, and the light snapped on, and Paul smiled indescribably with his ugly face.

"It's rare that you'll still think of me."

I don't open my mouth.

And he said, "How? After going around in circles, I still think I'm the best for you! ”

Hmph, he looks down on himself too much, and he doesn't pee and take a photo, take a look at what kind of virtue he is?

I still don't have a mouthful.

"What's wrong? Shouldn't you be happy that we've met again after a long absence? How do you look like I owe you a lot of money? ”

I snorted: "Do you owe me, don't you know yourself?" ”

His face changed color in an instant against the backdrop of the chandelier in the living room.

"I thought you were coming to me, because you couldn't hope for my old love, but I didn't expect that you were here to dig through old accounts, so it wouldn't be interesting. Doesn't everyone have to look forward to the world when they live in the world? ”