Late at night, Lan Zihao drove aimlessly on the road.

Unconsciously walked to the door of the community I rented before, which is the community that I had been renting with Cao Ruoxi before. The environment here is dirty, the conditions are simple, and the rental staff is mixed. There are many night market food stalls at the entrance of the community, because the community here is about to be demolished, so the rent is particularly cheap. There are a lot of people living in the area, and there are many factories in the vicinity of the community. It's normal for factories to get off work around eleven o'clock, and it's exactly twelve o'clock, and the night market here is very lively.

He pulled the car to the side, the window slid down, one arm hanging out of the window, a cigarette between his fingers. The night wind blows, and the light of the fire flickers with the wind, flickering and dimming.

The sound of selling, talking and laughing, and the hearty clinking of glasses are mixed together, and the fragrance of various special snacks floats everywhere.

But every time he's in a bad mood, he likes to come here. Come to the place where you once rented, see the past, and reminisce about the past. At the entrance of the community, there was still a figure of Cao Ruoxi carrying a duffel bag, and he narrowed his eyes slightly, wanting to freeze the figure. only to find that there were only pedestrians coming and going at the entrance of the community, and the bright figure had long been gone.

The corners of his mouth hooked up the arc of self-deprecation, yes, it's been so long. That bright figure has long been a wife, but she has always been engraved on the tip of his heart. If she is doing well, he is also relieved. But such a big thing happened to her in the past two days, Mr. Fu became a vegetative person, what will she do in the future? This afternoon, he and Tao Chun went to the hospital to see Mr. Fu, looking at Cao Ruoxi's sad but strong appearance, his heart seemed to be torn a few times. really feels sorry for her, but he doesn't even have the qualifications to feel distressed, this feeling is the most uncomfortable.

Thinking about himself again, he smiled bitterly, his dark eyes full of silence and melancholy. This year, he really had a bad time. If you make a mistake, you have to pay the price, and in the face of Tao Chun's almost pathological torture, he has been silently enduring it. He also regretted the torment and pain he had experienced for more than a year. Tu Manzhi approached him several times in the past year, but he refused. He said that they are destined to be friends in such a relationship, and strangers are the most suitable choice.

Tu Manzhi is a sane woman, so she didn't entangle.

His life has been wrong, and he is trying his best to correct it, but Tao Chun's more and more excessive torture makes him a little depressed and uncomfortable.

The distress and depression have been intertwined in the heart, and the anxiety is uncomfortable......

Cigarette after cigarette was smoked, and there was already a pile of cigarette butts lying on the ground with dirty water, but he had no intention of leaving. He didn't want to go back to the Tao family, and his warm eyes were full of melancholy and sentimentality at the moment.

Halfway through, the car window was knocked by a little pale hand, he looked down at the small figure outside the window, and squeezed out a smile, "Why haven't you slept yet?" Still helping mom with her business? ”

Feng Zimo raised his childish little face, his dark eyes were full of strength that did not match his age, and nodded, "Well, my mother has had some backache in the past two days, so I'm here to help my mother share some of it." ”

Lan Zihao looked at the boy, a touch of distress flashed in his eyes, and he looked at his watch, "It's half past twelve, and you still have to go to kindergarten tomorrow." ”

Feng Zimo, who was only six years old, smiled very manly, "It's okay, Zimo is not sleepy." Zimo can rest in the kindergarten at noon, her mother is very hard, and her mother has to work during the day. Zimo wants to help her mother more. ”

Lan Zihao looked at Feng Xiaonuan, who was busy not far away, and a touch of sympathy flashed in his eyes, but this thin woman has been supporting the whole family with her thin shoulders, which is not easy. He nodded slightly, gently stroked Zimo's head, and said sincerely, "Your mother is indeed not easy. ”

Feng Zimo looked at his mother, raised a childish smile, and spread out his little hands, "Uncle Lan, my mother said that you might be in a bad mood tonight." So I'm here to send you this. ”

Lan Zihao saw a piece of Dove chocolate lying in his palm, his eyes flashed slightly, and he was a little moved, "Uncle doesn't like sweets, you eat them yourself." This piece of chocolate obviously looked like it was about to melt, as if it had been in his pocket for a long time, and it was obvious that the child had been reluctant to eat it, how could he bear to accept it?

Feng Zimo insisted on stuffing the chocolate into his hand, "Uncle, you can eat it quickly." This was given to me by a guest yesterday, and my mother said that when my heart is bitter, I will feel better if I order something sweet. You won't be in a bad mood if you eat it, so you can eat it. ”

He saw that Lan Zihao was just quietly looking at the chocolate in his palm, and he was very enthusiastic to help him open the wrapper, "Uncle, you eat." ”

Lan Zihao's heart warmed, his eyes were moved, he opened his mouth to taste a mouthful of chocolate and nodded, "It's very sweet." ”

Feng Zimo smiled happily, "I just said, chocolate will make my uncle feel good, and my uncle really smiled." ”

After speaking, he waved his little hand at his busy mother, meaning that he had finally amused his uncle, and that little appearance was very satisfied.

Feng Xiaonuan took advantage of the gap between cleaning up the dishes and chopsticks, raised the corners of his lips at them, and smiled.

Lan Zihao suddenly felt that he was in an irritable mood, and he was a little relieved. Seeing Feng Xiaonuan's bitter but strong smile, he suddenly felt that what he was experiencing or suffering was nothing. He slid the car window, opened the door and got out of the car, tilted his head slightly, his eyes were extremely gentle, "Feng Zimo's little friend, are you willing to accompany your uncle to eat a bowl of chaos?" ”

Feng Zimo nodded without hesitation, "Yes, my mother is in for a treat." ”

Lan Zihao smiled, "Okay, let's go." ”

Feng Xiaonuan set up a wonton stall in the night market, and her chaotic taste is very good, and the portion is sufficient, so the business is very good. If he wasn't really busy, he wouldn't have let his precious son come to help him in the middle of the night. Watching the little guy help clean up the dishes and chopsticks every time he was busy, she was really distressed, but the little guy insisted on helping his mother, and said that he couldn't sleep at home alone.

After a long time, she also acquiesced, maybe the children of the poor should be in charge of the house early. She thought that the hard work and hard work now were all in order for her son to have a good body, so she endured the distress.

She wore an apron and a disposable mask, and when she saw Lan Zihao, she smiled and said, "Mr. Lan, eat chaos?" Or don't want dried shrimp? ”

Lan Zihao nodded, "Yes, two bowls of chaos." One bowl of dried shrimp, one bowl of no. "More than a year ago, after the two of them helped Cao Ruoxi in the hotel, they knew each other. Later, when he came to this community in a bad mood, he accidentally met Feng Xiaonuan, and gradually became familiar with her, and also learned about the situation at home, and paid more attention to her son Feng Zimo. Because he wanted to take care of her business, he would eat a bowl of chaos almost every time he came, and he didn't like small shrimp.

Feng Xiaonuan looked at the two figures, one large and one small, slightly stunned, and sat down at the simple dining table, "Two bowls?" ”

Feng Zimo hurriedly waved disposable chopsticks and said with a smile, "Mom, it's two bowls, I told my uncle just now, my mother is in for a treat." ”

Feng Xiaonuan nodded and smiled, "Okay, wait a while, it'll be fine right away." ”

When she brought two bowls of steaming wontons, Lan Zihao was really a little hungry, and the chaos was very fragrant, so he ate a big bowl in one go.

Feng Zimo was also very satisfied, and fed his mother with a spoon very warmly before eating.

Feng Xiaonuan smiled movingly, "My son is so good." ”

Looking at the warm scene in front of him, Lan Zihao's mood eased slightly, and after he finished eating, he watched Feng Zimo eat, and occasionally took out a tissue to help him wipe the oil stains on the corners of his mouth.

Feng Zimo occasionally raised his eyes and smiled at him, probably because of his body, his face was always a little pale, but this did not affect his smile. He is always like a little man, strong and hearty smile, and he is very responsible to help his mother do what he can.

The night breeze was slow, Feng Xiaonuan looked at such a scene, and suddenly felt a little shaken. Such a scene has always been something she dare not expect. can have a man appear in her life, accompany her to take care of Zimo, make money together to treat Zimo, protect him, and watch him grow.

But all of this is too far away for her, and after the men in reality heard about her situation, no one dared to approach her.

Sighing slightly, he withdrew his eyes, and continued to be busy with the work at hand, greeting the customers who came and went.

Lan Zihao has been accompanying Feng Zimo, and after eating with him, he rubbed his head, "What snacks do you like to eat?" The next time your uncle comes, please have a snack. ”

A hint of yearning flashed in Feng Zimo's dark eyes, but after glancing at Feng Xiaonuan again, he whispered, "Uncle, my mother doesn't let me accept other people's snacks casually." ”

Lan Zihao rubbed his head again, "It's not a casual acceptance, we can exchange." Uncle sent you snacks, can you invite your uncle to eat Chaos? ”

Feng Zimo thought that this was a good idea, so he nodded, "Well, that's good, I want chocolate, potato chips, ......"

Lan Zihao wrote them down one by one, "Okay, uncle will bring it to you next time." ”

Suddenly, his cell phone rang, and it was Finney, the housekeeper, calling.

Feeney said that the young lady smashed a lot of things at home and had a lot of mood swings.

Lan Zihao turned into the phone and said in a deep voice, "I'll be back soon." ”

put away the phone, the warmth and love in his eyes just now turned into melancholy again, and he got up and said to Feng Zimo, "Go tell mom that today's chaos tastes great, and uncle wants to give your mom a thumbs up." ”

Feng Zimo happily ran to Feng Xiaonuan's side, and he took the opportunity to press a few hundred-yuan bills under the bowl just now, and then quickly got into the car and started the engine to leave.

Feng Xiaonuan raised his eyes to look at the position just now, and the figure was long gone, and the few hundred-yuan bills under the bowl were clearly conspicuous. She took a breath movingly, Mr. Lan was so kind every time, but he was not happy every time he came. I really hope that a good person like Mr. Lan can be happy!

Hospital.

Fu Ye's ward.

Cao Ruoxi was giving him a soothing massage, and while gently moving the joints of his hands, she asked softly, "Mr. Fu, do you believe in the Law of Attraction?" ”