When the boy came home, he wondered if his mother would have a gun. In his home, he saw countless times that his mother seemed to enjoy masochistic behavior, maybe she really didn't want to live. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The boy knew that this was how it had been, and that day when his father and mother returned, they went into their room, and then they began to scream, and then they heard the sound of smashing things, and the boy was a little frightened, and he silently read the numbers in his heart, as if to drive away the fear.

Later, his father slammed the door and went out, and his mother was left alone in the room to shed tears, and the boy didn't know how to comfort his mother, so he entered the room and tried to hand her a napkin, but his mother smashed it out.

", if it weren't for you, I would have left him a long time ago." The voice was hoarse.

The boy grinned and fled from his mother's room, not knowing what he had done wrong, but it seemed that everything was his fault.

Later, the boy quietly looked at her again, and she began to act masochistically, and as time went on, it gradually increased, and the boy was terrified, but there was nothing he could do to step forward.

"She's going to kill herself." The boy didn't know if he should be sad or not, it seemed that people's so-called love for his mother was only an indifferent feeling in himself, just like seeing the bad guys on TV die eventually, and even a little happy.

When the boy and his father returned home, it was not long before the father went out again, and when his mother was not at home, the boy sneaked into his mother's room to see if he could find a gun.

When the boy rummaged through all the cabinets in the house, he didn't find that maybe his mother hadn't thought of suicide, and he felt a little disappointed, as it seemed that he couldn't finish the agreement with the girl.

Soon after, her mother returned, and as soon as she entered the room, she closed the door as usual, and as usual, put her bag on the sofa.

The boy looked at the bag, it was crimson, it seemed to be a gift from his father to his mother when he got married, but this bag felt very bulging today, and it seemed to contain something.

The boy was a little curious, maybe there was something he wanted in this bag? He slipped quietly to the couch and tiptoed to unzip his bag, revealing the pitch-black metal inside.

The boy's eyes lit up, it was a short wheel, it seemed that she was still prepared, the boy picked up the wheel, carefully carried it into his arms, and then pulled the bag on. Wait for the next day to the girl.

The next day, just as had been agreed, the girl was waiting for him there.

The boy handed the gun over, and he thought the girl would be happy, but he noticed that the girl's eyes were different from usual, and seemed to be indifferent.

"Then, you promise me that you have to stay with me all the time." The boy spoke cautiously, he didn't know if the girl would regret it.

The girl did not answer, but looked down and touched the wheel, like some precious treasure, and did not speak for a long time. When the boy was about to give up, the girl suddenly raised her head, her eyes were brighter than ever, and she smiled at him.

The boy finally put his mind at ease, and in the girl's smile, he saw real happiness.

The boy nodded, but he was thrilled to know who she was trying to kill, but he wanted to know how he could continue to contact her.

To his surprise, the girl took out a small mobile phone, which is undoubtedly a treasure among children, and it is an incredible thing to have a mobile phone, and the girl said that it was given to her by a man to make it easier for her to contact herself.

The girl gave the boy her cell phone number and told him that no matter what happened, as long as she called this mobile phone, as long as she answered, he would definitely be needed.

The boy wrote it down by heart, and reminded him when the girl was leaving, don't go out for a few days, and wait for her to come to him.

A few days later, the boy's parents seemed nervous and couldn't wait to go to work, and the boy always had a sense of foreboding before leaving, so he grabbed his parents, "Will you come back?" ”

"Will definitely be back, waiting for us at home." The parents said almost in unison, and hurriedly closed the door.

It was a long afternoon, and the boy thought about that afternoon countless times later, and it was in that afternoon that all the blood lotus flowers began to bloom.

When the boy was taken to the children's home, he felt very lonely, because it was a place that resembled a prison or a mental hospital, and the children around him seemed to be some kind of animal, surviving on protection and unwilling to use their brains.

The boy just read the number over and over again, thinking that if he had a cell phone, he could call her and know if the person she wanted to kill had succeeded.

Two or three days later, when the police came to visit him that day, and after asking some regular questions, the boy opened his mouth

"How did my parents die?"

Zheng Gang obviously didn't expect the boy to ask: "This, you will know when you grow up, what you have to do now is to adapt to this new environment... ”

"Were they shot to death?"

Zheng Gang didn't finish his words, his eyes widened, "You, how do you know?" Well, to be exact, only your father was shot... ”

The boy nodded, Zheng Gang realized that he was too talkative, after all, he was still a child, and it was still too cruel to say this to him, he squatted down and looked at the boy in front of him.

"I also have a child, he should be the same age as you, but he is very naughty, not as sensible as you, you have to study hard, grow up to be a useful person, don't pay too much attention to the death of your parents, uncle will definitely catch the bad guys."

The boy looked into Zheng Gang's eyes, "Then can you borrow me a mobile phone?" I'll just make a phone call, just one. ”

Zheng Gang obviously didn't expect him to make this strange request, but it wasn't too much, so he handed his phone to the boy, who was obviously excited and dialed the phone, but no one answered.

The boy handed the phone to Zheng Gang in disappointment, Zheng Gang touched his head, "It's okay, maybe he has something to do now, people who really care about you will definitely come to you." ”

The boy ignored Zheng Gang and crawled back into bed alone, seemingly sad.

Zheng Gang sighed, quietly retreated, and left the children's home, presumably the boy should have called his parents, he may still not be able to accept the news of his parents' death.

But how did he know that his father had been shot? Zheng Gang frowned, could it really be that there was a father and son who had a heart-to-heart relationship? It must have been just a coincidence, it was the boy's imagination.

"Poor child, after all, he is only so young" Zheng Gang felt very pitiful, if he died, Zheng Wei would be like him.

But before he could immerse himself in his own thoughts, his mobile phone rang, Zheng Gang frowned, who would call him now?

Zheng Gang glanced at the phone screen, it was an unfamiliar number, and picked it up suspiciously. "Hey, hello"

"Hello, who called me just now?" The voice is young and does not seem to be very old.