In Che Tao's house in Unit 6, the warm yellow street lamp penetrates into the bedroom of the cottage on the second floor.

Passing through the dark brown aluminium glass window, it softly spreads on a dark yellow writing desk along the window.

Small potted plants, cartoon alarm clocks, books, colorful stationery, and cartoon-shaped hair accessories that are popular with little girls are all covered with a very limited amount of light.

The rest of the space was pitch black.

None of the lights were lit in any of the rooms, and no family member could sleep soundly.

The unclear outline of the window pane is the shadow of a poplar tree in front of a residential building, and the leaves are clustered together without moving, camouflaged as fine lines of glass.

They didn't move at the moment, but when they encountered the wind and rain, the whole thing was a different horrible scene.

They writhed their bodies in response to the storm, staggering and rattling, as if they were about to break their waists at any time before they would stop.

The black, white and yellow cat, which used to whimpering downstairs, wandered around nowhere tonight without making a sound.

The hands of the wall clock slowly drew towards twelve o'clock, and the girl slept lightly with the quilt in her arms, with a slight sweat on her forehead and hairline, and a faint sadness on her round face.

Her father was coughing infrequently from the entrance of the first floor of a six-storey, three-family building with three floors. If she had dropped an apple from the window, it would have taken her father a few steps to smash him in the head.

"What is he doing here?" The girl was puzzled.

Her father was notoriously bad-tempered, and his current behavior was strange, which made her uneasy, and she had a premonition that something terrible might happen.

But the weak and stubborn girl has to hold good wishes and comfort herself that things are not so bad.

She felt nervous, and the quieter the environment, the more unavoidable the uneasiness, whether awake or asleep.

"Maybe he's just trying to breathe. Go to sleep, you can't see or hear when you fall asleep. ”

She shrunk her arms, the quilt squeezing hard in her arms.

Judging from the temperature in the middle of summer, it didn't take long for her to sweat profusely, but it didn't matter.

She had to hold on to something to make her feel a little more grounded, and the inconspicuous beads of sweat on the tip of her nose and forehead were nothing more than traitors against her will.

At this time, hidden in the dark public aisle, Tie Qing leaned against the lime wall of Che Tao, smoking one cigarette after another, and the night became thicker, and his anger increased.

The red flame on the cigarette butt flickered on and flickered, and together with the sound of heavy breathing, it seemed lonely and gloomy in the quiet night suitable for sleeping peacefully.

He has a beautiful wife, which is obvious to all.

Along with countless envy, there are also rumors that he himself can't distinguish between truth and falsehood.

Perhaps he believed the rumors with bad intentions, just as he couldn't convince himself in his heart why a beautiful wife would choose a self whose conditions did not match hers.

He has thick eyebrows and big eyes, is strong and burly, and has a funny speech.

But this alone does not make him confident, and he lacks capital, which he personally believes is crucial.

In order to appease his suspicions, he has carried out all kinds of unruly verifications, and the quarrels and fights caused by this seem to be the programs that the TV station has already scheduled to be staged for you to present on time and on time.

"Look at her, she's so beautiful every day."

"yes, I don't know what to do."

"I heard ......"

“…… It's possible to think about it. ”

"They also said......"

The story of chasing the wind and shadows is indispensable at any time.

Do-gooders who have nothing to do tend to get together to discuss and share some new discoveries with a touch of romance, and their interest in such events seems to come from a never-ending fountain of joy.

Now that he was going to lay out a plan of action to check it out, his wife seemed to have made up her mind, so he had to take the initiative.

If you can't keep people, then keep some face.

If he catches him squarely, needless to say, he will start an association from this, and any cliché and vulgar plot has ironclad evidence.

Evidence is a very important key, and with evidence, relatives and friends who want their family harmony cannot reproach him for his crankiness and unfounded suspicion.

Secondly, a part of the public opinion who questioned his laziness and arrogance, and his serious individualism led to disharmony between husband and wife, and they were also slapped in the face.

From then on, he stood on the highest ground of morality, and could judge those who had made mistakes in words, and he could also have an advantage in the division of family property.

If the plan falls through, it won't be bad, and the short-term sense of steadiness belongs to him, before he doubts again.

Anyone with a discerning eye could see that the methods used to capture the truth were a little too simple and crude, and might not work against his thirteen-year-old daughter.

As Cha Song Ha gets older, when she thinks about it, she can't help but wonder what her father can wait for downstairs.

Assuming that his suspicions were well-founded, then even a man as incompetent as a stupid donkey would openly go into a family home that looked like a company camp and had some kind of friendship with anyone, and would think carefully about the degree of danger.

Moreover, her mother would not have completely ignored the impact and would have prevented it, which was not an operation that failed more than half of it before it began.

Not only is the method of combat unpretentious, but also the low IQ of the enemy is too high, which shows that her father is probably just seeking psychological comfort.

Che Tao waited for a long time and hid in a dim corner.

The coughing sound she heard in her intermittent sleep was so long that she began to wonder if her father had run out of cigarettes and whether she needed to take the initiative to bring him some.

The dark brown glass lattice tobacco and wine cabinet in the house was full of tobacco and alcohol, and she always brought cigarettes for her father from there.

My mother always spent too much and complained, she only liked to save every penny of her income, and it was a thrilling thing to count the money when she had nothing to do.

Tonight, the night breeze outside is not small, although the temperature is high, the wind takes away a little bit of heat.

Maybe because of this, the enemy's IQ did not plummet suddenly, and Che Tao did not catch the cheating partner who sent his wife home as he wished.

Before she walked slowly in the direction of home alone, she deliberately glanced at the window of her house where she could see it, made sure that the lights were out, and then put her mind at ease.

In her hand, she was holding a reference book for her own children that her old classmate had sent to her daughter from out of town. She hated this place, but she had to return to it again and again, and she had a daughter.

"Hey, there's no way, all I do is for my daughter."

Relatives persuaded her to leave early, but she was always ruthless.

This thin and thin woman, her hair was randomly tangled, and she looked tired, just ran into a man in the hallway, which scared her so much.

When I looked at it, it turned out to be a menacing husband.