I landed silently by the window, a position where I could see through the cracks and see everything in the room. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

As far as the eye can see, there is a dilapidated iron bed, the mottled green paint has fallen away, and there are only a few marks of it. The iron bed was facing the window, and there sat an elderly man.

His back was to me, and this back was very familiar.

There wasn't much black hair left on the man's head, and only a few strands of white hair were still struggling, as if trying to tell him that he wasn't old. His body trembled, his body hidden under an old-fashioned light blue overalls, trembling with sobs. There was something muttering out of my mouth, and even with my hearing, I couldn't make out the muffled sounds.

Since he had his back to me, I couldn't see what he was doing, but I was sad to see him like this.

I think I've forgotten this man completely, and even if I have a memory, I hate it. At this moment when I saw him, I didn't have the slightest resentment, just the sentimentality that followed his emotions. At that time, he ruthlessly sold me to human traffickers, and then ignored me, which was indeed completely unacceptable in my young heart, and even after I became sensible, I was deeply disgusted with his irresponsibility as a father. But sometimes I think that he gave me life and was kind to me, and then sold me for wine money and debts, which is tantamount to depriving me of this kindness, and I have paid it off and paid it off. I clearly felt that I didn't owe him anything, but when I saw it at the moment, I still felt very uncomfortable.

At this moment, I really don't know where to go, I can't just leave, after all, my ID card hasn't been done yet, at least I want to get the household registration book. But he was in the house, and even if I had the ability, it was impossible for me to avoid him and enter it and steal the household register.

Finally I decided to knock him out and go in and take the hukou book.

It's not too difficult for me, at least I'm a watchman, so it's no problem to let him sleep for a few hours.

I shot a wisp of yin power into his head, and in an instant he was on the side, and I just used the yin force to temporarily seal off his nerves, and it didn't affect him. While this method may keep him unconscious for very little time, it is the only way to immobilize him from a distance without harming his body.

I pushed open the door and looked at him lying on the bed, and my heart became more and more uncomfortable.

The tears in the corners of his eyes have not dried yet, and the bitterness between the corners of his mouth can be vaguely seen, and I don't have much to say about him.

He was holding an old photo in his hand, and I slowly picked it up, and my heart couldn't help but tremble, this photo that had been slightly yellowed was a family of three.

A beautiful woman, a handsome man, and a child of four or five years old in the middle.

Aren't these three people our family?

But now, the woman has run away with the rich, the man has sold the child, and the child has grown up alone. People are still there, but they've all changed.

I shoved the picture back into his hand, but after looking at it repeatedly, I picked it up and carried it in my arms.

I started to rummage around for the household register, but I searched for more than an hour, but I still didn't find it.

This room is not very big, but I turned around more than a dozen times and still did not see any trace of the household registration book.

In the end, I had to set my eyes on the man on the bed, and since there was no one in the room, then maybe he was on him.

I unfastened his coat, revealing a large pocket with a dark red corner leaking out. I excitedly pulled it out, and it was this household registration book that represented my identity.

I flipped through it gently, and my name was on four pages, the first page was the head of the household, the second page was the man, of course the man was the head of the household, the third page was the woman, and the fourth page was me.

I was about to turn around and leave only to find that my clothes were being pulled, and my brain went blank in an instant, and he woke up? So what to do? How should I deal with him?

I turned my head slowly, as if a thousand pounds of weight had fallen on my neck, so heavy. Finally, I let out a sigh of relief, and it turned out that the man was not awake, and it was my clothes that had scraped on the edge of the bed.

I ripped my clothes and hurried away, and walked into the courtyard, clearly wanting to leave, but still did not stay and looked into the house again.

It wasn't long before the man woke up and raised his hand, which was still holding the photograph. It's just that now that the photo is gone, he stood up in a panic, and kept muttering, frantically looking for the photo.

However, I have already taken the photo, how can he find it?

I touched the photo I was carrying in my pocket, and my heart became more and more uncomfortable. If he never cared about my son, how could he cherish this photo so much?

"Xiaolian, Dad lost you again, what should I do?" The man couldn't find the photo, and collapsed weakly on the ground and began to cry.

What did he say?

"Xiaolian, Dad lost you again, what should I do?"

It turns out that he still remembers me, but he sold me so ruthlessly back then, and now he is sad, is it useful? If I have a special ability that these young people do not have today, but I don't feel a little affection, but if I were to exchange this, I would rather love my father for a while, and then he would send me to school, beat me up when I failed in the exam, and then invite me to eat a meal when I cried sadly; Or maybe I was clamoring for a remote control car on the shelf, and he reprimanded me and took me away.

I want to have a complete home, even if they are strict, even if the family is poor, but with love, enough can be saved.

He was crying very sadly and kept muttering sorry.

"Xiaolian, I'm sorry, why did I fall asleep?"

"Xiaolian, I'm sorry, I'm like last time, no, no, I don't know why I made such a foolish decision last time. But I ......"

"I'm damned, Xiaolian, where the hell are you? Daddy really misses you! It's Dad who is bad, but Dad already knows it's wrong! Are you okay coming back? Is it okay for Dad to compensate you? "The man cried more and more, maybe, he really regretted it, but I clearly felt that there was no longer that kind of resentment, but I still couldn't accept him again, even if I forced myself to go in and see him, I couldn't do it.

Over the years, he has aged a lot, if I remember correctly, he should be forty-five years old today, but he looks like a little old man in his sixties, dark complexion, age spots all over his face, and wrinkles in vertical and horizontal directions, all of which are traces of perennial years, and the years portray his age that does not meet him, and he, because of the mistake at the beginning, regretted it for a lifetime, and then was willing to be eroded by the years, clearly middle-aged, but looked like an old man in his last years.

A pair of cloudy eyes, with tears, are full of vicissitudes.

"Juan'er, can I see you again?"