When did the car drive to the mouth of this alley, Yi Tian didn't know, but he drove it and arrived here.

The deepest part of this alley is where Mao Xiaofang's home is located.

In the afternoon, a group of students from school poured into the mouth of the alley.

Students come and go as fast as they come.

Mao Xiaoya is in the middle of a group of girls, she looks very special, her figure is very tall, her face is also very delicate, and she looks like a twenty-eight girl for the first time.

Talking and laughing, he disappeared at the mouth of the alley.

Yi Tian's eyes were a little dazed, how many years ago, Mei Ni was like this, walking in the alley with a group of twittering girls in a school.

Sometimes they walk in front of him, sometimes they walk behind him. Most of the time, he walked quietly behind them.

He didn't like to talk much at that time, just quietly watched her.

A group of students dispersed, and Mao Xiaozhi appeared at the mouth of the alley.

Compared with Mao Xiaoya, Mao Xiaozhi's mood is very low.

He once said that Fu Changgui has a patriarchal mentality, and he usually hardly communicates with this daughter.

So Mao Xiaoya didn't care about Fu Changgui's death, which can be regarded as a normal reaction.

It's Mao Xiaozhi, and it doesn't seem that he has yet come out of the death of Fu Changgui.

I parked the car on the temporary parking lane at the entrance of the alley and got out of the car.

He planned to talk to Mao Xiaozhi, but he couldn't say what the reason was, maybe he just wanted to enlighten Mao Xiaozhi.

A boy who takes such good care of his mother must be a very affectionate child.

After parking the car and coming back, the long alley was empty, and Mao Xiaozhi had already left.

Passing through the mouth of the alley, Yi Tian was hesitating along the way whether to disturb the family.

saw Mao Xiaozhi sitting under the basketball hoop with his schoolbag on his back, looking blankly at the courtyard wall full of creepers in front of him.

He walked over and stood still in front of Mao Xiaozhi.

He tried to speak, but his mouth was sloppy.

Persuasion is really not his forte, if only Loya was here.

She resolutely rushed forward to scold Mao Xiaozhi for a bloody head, and her way of persuading people was always so chic.

He imagined that she would probably say something like this: "Mao Xiaozhi, people can't be resurrected after death, the dead are dead, and the living have to live, right?" What's more, what's the difference between your dad being alive and not being alive? ”

As soon as he thought about it, he extended what he had just thought in his heart.

"Xiaozhi, I know you're sad, but didn't someone say that? Some people are dead, and he is still alive. There is a man who is alive, and he is dead. If your heart wants him to live, he lives, and if you want him to die, even if he lives, it is no different from death. ”

Mao Xiaozhi raised his head: "Officer, what do you want to express?" ”

Hehe, after saying it, he doesn't understand what he wants to express?

He thought of Mennie, was she alive or alive in her own heart?

"Well, I mean, it's time for you to go home."

"I don't want to go back yet."

"So, can I talk to you?"

"What are you talking about?"

"Talk about your father, rich and noble, what kind of person is he in your mind?"

He refused very simply: "Officer, I don't want to talk about him now." ”

"Can you give me a reason?"

"What kind of reason do you want, officer?"

His words successfully stopped Yi Tian, when he was in high school, it was ten years ago.

At that time, was he also like a half-sized kid like him, very twisted, as if the people of the world owed him.

In such a family, at such an age, his father, who has never been careless, died unexpectedly.

Mao Xiaozhi does take some time.

Yi Tian didn't want to embarrass him anymore, turned around and walked two steps before turning around.

"Go back early, don't worry your mother."

He still sat there, looking at the wall of creepers, as if he wanted to see through it.

Walking slowly in the alley, he didn't want to disturb the family now.

Regardless of whether they have a motive to commit a crime or not? What they need now is time.

Time will tell, and it is also a cure for pain.

This alley has grown a bit longer and has not yet reached the end.

A man came up to him.

He carried a bag of fresh vegetables in one hand and a medicine bag from a hospital in the other.

Hu Lai, Yi Tian has not dealt with it.

But he suddenly felt that this person was Hu Lai, the man who had a crush on Mao Xiaofang when he was a student.

Of course, it really didn't rely on the divine power of the Great Immortal, it was purely because the medicine bag in his hand was the same as the medicine bag that Yi Tian saw in Mao Xiaofang's house.

There is also Hu Lai dressed as a salesperson, and the moment he passed by, his shirt had a logo of a water purification company.

The mouth of the alley was almost at the end, Yi Tian turned around again, and at the other end of the alley, he saw Mao Xiaozhi and Hu Lai walking side by side from a distance.

Mao Xiaofang's house is on the first floor, just standing in the courtyard, you can hear the sound of talking inside.

Hu Lai's voice was relatively bright, and Mao Xiaofang's voice was almost inaudible.

But the room was obviously much more vibrant, and Mao Xiaozhi's voice was not loud, but Mao Xiaoya's voice was very loud and cheerful.

Yi Tian had an illusion that Fu Changgui was actually the superfluous person in this family.

He stopped for a moment, then turned around again, such a rare cheerful scene, he really shouldn't have gone in to ruin the fun.

In the alley, the slanting sun stretched his shadow long.

The twilight sprinkled in this old residential building has a different kind of beauty.

In a certain window of the building behind him, there was a pair of eyes quietly staring at his fading figure.

It wasn't until the figure was gone that he turned around, and the small room, although simple, was neat and orderly.

The twilight goes down as quickly as it goes.

Soon the night enveloped the city, and the colors of the night were just beginning.

He didn't have to hide in a corner, it was time to go out and stretch his bones.

Standing in front of the window without the lights on, watching all kinds of people come and go from the alley.

It's like a movie shot, it moves, and then it freezes.

Until the silence was incomparable, and under the dim street lamps in the courtyard, the young man walked step by step into the courtyard.

Through his bleak back, you can feel his loneliness.

He looked back at the home behind him, and the lights seemed to be much warmer than ever.

But he felt so far away from him.

There was a stone under his feet, and he tried hard to kick it away, far away, preferably outside the alley.

But the stone did not go as he wished, as if it had taken root, very tenacious, and he kicked it indiscriminately for a while, and the stone remained untouched.

Frustrated, he walked to the corner where he belonged and slowly sat down, looking for his own security.