At the end of September, the weather had turned cooler, and when An Xiaoxi came out of the arrival hall, she subconsciously wrapped herself in a thin coat. Finally ended the long business trip, and the United States and Canada also began to get on the right track, and she had to take a good rest.

"Yo! Mr. An, long time no see. ”

An Xiaoxi looked up, it was Su Chenfeng who had not been seen for a long time.

"Long time no see, big star."

An Xiaoxi smiled, only then did she remember that Su Chenfeng had already stopped and was concentrating on the affairs of the Su Group, so she immediately covered her mouth and made an "sorry" expression.

"It's been a long time, but I'm not a star anymore. You have to change your words. ”

Su Chenfeng didn't mind.

"Okay, Mr. Su. It seems that you have been doing well in business lately, and you are in good spirits. ”

Looking at Su Chenfeng's red face, An Xiaoxi was happy for him. He was inexplicably imprisoned before, and in those days he was so thin that he couldn't look like a bag of moving bones.

Now he is full of spirits and his cheeks are full. An Xiaoxi finally let go.

"No matter how good the business is, it will be a big deal in front of your Mr. An. Don't dare to be, don't dare to be. ”

An Xiaoxi was amused by Su Chenfeng's ancient lines, and sure enough, if he did one line, he would contract the occupational disease of that line.

"Okay, okay, how long will our soulless business blow to each other? Hurry up and get in the car, I'm dying of cold. Let's talk about it later. Bye-bye"

An Xiaoxi just came back from Southeast Asia, dressed in a cool dress, but she didn't expect that autumn had begun in China. Su Chenfeng hurriedly let him get into the car, watched his car leave, and slowly found his car.

An Xiaoxi and Qiao Wenhan got closer and closer, so close that Su Chenfeng couldn't even say "I'll send you back".

Looking at the figure of Su Chenfeng still standing in place and looking in the rearview mirror, An Xiaoxi didn't come back to his senses for a long time.

Su Chenfeng is not suitable for her, and the most unsuitable place is that he is too good. It's so good that it's heart-wrenching, so good that you can't help but disguise it in front of him, put away the dark side, and only show him the good.

An Xiaoxi is not a person without weaknesses and flaws, Su Chenfeng, who is too perfect, is really under too much pressure as a lover. An Xiaoxi had a lot of things that he didn't want Su Chenfeng to know, and he naturally wanted to keep his distance.

She couldn't imagine what it was like to quarrel with Su Chenfeng, when they got along, Su Chenfeng always let her and always accommodate her, but she lacked the basis for strong feelings to burst out.

In front of Qiao Wenhan, she can be unscrupulous, she can be straightforward, she doesn't have to worry about hurting Qiao Wenhan's heart, and she doesn't have to be careful about every detail of getting along.

With Qiao Wenhan, she gained more freedom.

Goodbye, Su Chenfeng. Watching his figure shrink from afar, An Xiaoxi's inner direction became clearer and clearer. Someone who truly loves is not necessarily a good person.

Instead of finding an angel to drag her into heaven, she should fall in love with the devil, hum a little song, and go to hell hand in hand.

……

In Hachioji City, north of Tokyo, the old man handing out newspapers on the streets looks like a soulless ghost. Regardless of whether others want to or not, they forcibly stuff newspapers full of advertisements into the hands of office workers who are about to run into the subway.

To put it mildly, they will say "I don't have to, I don't want to see it". Unceremoniously scolded Niang Biao directly, and greeted his eighteenth generation of ancestors with swear words.

The old man was unimpressed, and mechanically distributed newspapers, like a programmed robot.

Only when he found that there were still cigarettes on the street that had not been extinguished, he would cleverly lean over, quickly pick them up, and put them in his mouth.

None of the residents in the neighborhood knew who he was or where he lived.

His short-term job is temporary, and the next time he reappears, he may be a garbage picker.

At the entrance of the subway where he works, a pair of eyes have been silently watching for a long time.

From staring at this uncle to finding out his bottom line, it took a total of a month. This is already very time-consuming for the information society.

The old man's gray hair, greasy collar, and frayed elbows of his coat are all about to show that this is just a homeless man on the streets of Japan.

Full and hungry, living like the walking dead.

"Hey! The old man who handed out the newspaper! ”

A couple of thugs had their eyes on him.

"This is Uncle Ben's territory, don't you know? There is a rent for distributing newspapers here, 1000 per square meter, you know? ”

A half-grown boy of eighteen or nineteen, with piercing blonde hair and a loose coat of the mobsters, spoke unceremoniously.

These street gangsters, who bully the weak and are afraid of the hard, live by collecting protection money from nearby shops and passing primary school students on weekdays, and are maggots in society.

But this old man seems to be deaf. He didn't care what they said, and continued to mechanically deliver newspapers to passers-by.

"This old bastard! Are you deaf? This is Uncle Ben's place, and you have to pay money to do business......"

The yellow-haired boy grabbed the old man's collar, perhaps in pain, and the old man snorted softly. He didn't make a sound again, and he wore glasses as thick as the bottom of a glass bottle. The lenses were also stained with oil.

Huang Mao wiped his hands in disgust, turned around, and punched the old man's cheekbone.

The old man didn't move, nor did he snort. Got up and continued to distribute newspapers.

A few thugs were furious, and the old man was clearly ignoring them, and he had to fight them to the death to relieve his anger.

"I let you ignore, I let you pretend to be blind, I make you rude."

There were a lot of pedestrians coming and going, and no one came to stop them. This neighborhood is not peaceful, and everyone is used to such a picture.

A group of thugs fight a homeless man, they are all the dregs of society fighting internally, and the others are too lazy to take care of it.

The old man was knocked to the ground, unable to move, his hands still mechanically outstretched, making a gesture to hand out newspapers. This action completely annoyed the yellow-haired group.

A fat man took out a folded saber from his waist and handed it to Huang Mao.

They didn't receive a penny today, and here the old man is just venting with violence.

Maybe it's because his eyes are bad, or maybe it's because the old man has been oppressed by others for many years. He didn't resist, but lay flat, facing the blue sky, waiting for these people to insult and attack him.

"Old bastard!"

Huang Mao shouted, and was about to stab the old man in the abdomen.

A middle-aged woman passing by screamed in fright! Covered his eyes.

Huang Mao's hand suddenly stopped in the air.

The tip of the knife is pointed at the blue sky, as if in a special worship ritual praying to the gods.

"Bastard! Who?! ”

The yellow-haired hand holding the knife was firmly grasped, and the other hand was locked around the waist with the backhand.

Yellow Fur yelled, but no one responded. His little friend was already frightened and fled without a trace.

Huang Mao couldn't see what was behind him. Just look at a pair of black trousers and a pair of shiny leather shoes.

"Bastard, you don't meddle! Let me go! Let me go! ”

Huang Mao was still chattering and scolding, and his voice was very loud. There were many onlookers, and not a single one stepped forward. Especially those who witnessed the yellow-haired group bullying the old man just now, they thought to themselves that this society was finally not rotten, and there were still righteous young people who stepped forward at a critical moment.

"Get on your knees."

The man behind him spoke English. Huang Mao and the surrounding onlookers were dumbfounded. They don't speak English in this slum neighborhood, and few people even speak their own Chinese well.

Huang Mao didn't understand, and the man kicked him the knee from behind, and he naturally knelt on the ground. One center of gravity was unstable and kowtowed to the old man heavily.

Among the onlookers, some of the unkind ones have already begun to laugh.

"Please apologize to this gentleman."

In order to make the man hear clearly, the man deliberately slowed down his speech, word by word, with anger.

"I'm sorry."

Huang Mao whispered in Japanese.

"I can't hear you, please be louder."

"I'm sorry!!"

Huang Mao used his strength to apologize loudly. And the old man on the ground was still lying like a corpse, staring at the blue sky, looking at it stupidly.

Completely ignored Huang Mao's apology, and ignored the more and more passers-by.

Admire the blue sky as if no one was around. The hand is still repeating the action of handing out the newspaper just now, mechanically, soullessly.

"This little brother, I've already apologized, but he's a psychopath, and he doesn't know what an apology is?"

Huang Mao felt that he was quite aggrieved, but he didn't expect to get a big kick in exchange.

"Say I'm sorry, until this gentleman is satisfied."

The man snatched the yellow-haired knife, let go of his hand, and stepped aside. Quietly watching the scene happening in front of you.

Huang Mao kept apologizing, but the old man didn't respond. He has been bullied and has become numb. Numb to insults, strange to apologies.

No one apologized to him, only a steady stream of ruffians bullying him.

The onlookers felt bored and dispersed one after another, only Huang Mao, who was hoarse, continued to apologize and bow over and over again. The old man still didn't have any feedback.

"Big brother, I know it's wrong, I won't bully him again in the future, please let me go. I promise I won't dare again, you see he didn't react, and my apology is useless. ”

The man could understand Japanese, and he knew what Huang Mao meant even if he couldn't understand what he said.

But he was unwilling, unwilling to watch his biological father hurt by such an inconspicuous street gangster. Thinking back to the past few decades, he has lived in such an environment.

Pain and grief struck.

On his back, because his eyes are red, he may shed tears at any time.

"Get out!"

The man finally spoke, and Huang Mao, who had been kneeling for more than two hours, jumped away like a desperate escape.

The man crouched down and scrutinized the nervous, white-haired old man.

"Dad! I'm Yunfan, Dad! ”

Perhaps it was a long time since he had heard Chinese, but the old man suddenly stopped the mechanical movement in his hand, lifted his dirty glasses, and stared at the young man in front of him.

"Dad! I'm here to pick you up, do you still recognize me, I'm Yunfan. ”

The old man removed the lenses, which were so dirty that he couldn't see clearly, and his eyes were wet with tears.

The tall and handsome man in front of him was really his son.

I haven't seen him for more than 20 years, and I've grown up.

"Yunfan, Yunxin...... Yun Chen. ”