"Bang bang bang!"

I stood in front of the door of the small bungalow of a certain age, I couldn't find the doorbell, so I simply banged the door, there was a nameless anger in my body, and I couldn't vent it in my heart, so that I slammed the door very loudly.

When I didn't have the patience to wait, the door opened, and I didn't see anyone, I was stunned, and then I looked down and saw a little boy of five or six years old, who looked white and very cute, with black and long eyelashes like he had painted smoky makeup, and his clear and pure black eyes looked at me without impurities, and asked in a childish voice: "Who are you looking for?" ”

I put away the fierce expression, and tried to soften my tone, for fear of scaring the child: "That, is the Qiu poet here, I'll look for him." ”

The little boy stared at me blankly for a few seconds, and when I was about to ask again, he suddenly rushed into the house, because the door was not closed, and I clearly heard him shouting: "Daddy, Mommy is back, Mommy is back looking for us!" ”

Me: "......"

What happened that I don't know?

Looking at the open door, my upbringing since childhood made me embarrassed to enter other people's houses without the permission of my master, but now I don't care about these polite issues, I only hesitated and walked in.

The layout of the room is a very ordinary living room, a few rooms around the left, sitting north and facing south, during the day, it should be the kind of sunshine that is very abundant, even if it is a big night, it also gives people a feeling of openness and brightness, so that the haze in my heart has dissipated some.

It's just a little messy, adults and children's things are piled up casually, and they are not dirty, it's messy.

In addition to the little boy, there were two men in the living room.

One of them, forty or fifty years of age, seemed to be in trouble, with a sad countenance, many folds twisted on his forehead, and a little trembling with the two hands that rested on his lap.

Another man, in his twenties and thirties, leaned on a comfortable bamboo chair, a black T-shirt with a pair of military trousers, one leg was bent, and his feet in military boots were casually placed on a stool.

He gives people the feeling that he is a perched tiger, with slender and vigorous explosive legs, which may kick up at any time!

But I don't know him, he's not the hateful poet I've seen before.

"What about the poets? Where is he? ”

"I'm in trouble," the man said to the middle-aged man with a cigarette in his mouth, without even looking at me, "You'll talk about it another day, please go back." ”

"But......" The middle-aged man looked anxious and in need of help, and didn't want to leave.

The man kicked down the stool under his feet in a bad temper: "Do you want to go? ”

The middle-aged man was so frightened that he stood up: "Let's go, I'll leave immediately, I'll come back tomorrow?" ”

"Whatever." The man said indifferently, picked up the lighter and tried to light the cigarette, but when he caught a glimpse of the child next to him, he took the cigarette off in frustration and put it between his fingers.

The middle-aged man left with a sad face, but the man didn't pay attention to me because of this, and I thought that this man was really rude, so I could only ask myself again: "What about the poet?" ”

The man patted the child on the head: "Baby, go, pour a glass of water for Dad." ”

The little boy looked up at me, and then he said "oh" and ran towards the kitchen.

Immediately, I heard the man sneer casually: "It's the first time I've seen it, there are dirty things delivered to the door by myself, am I scolding it, or is it scolding!" ”

Now that it's just me and him in the living room, I get annoyed when I hear it: "Who are you talking about dirty?" ”

"Oh, and there's a disgusting, nasty smell of corpses!"