I was calling Dong Zhuo all the way, but no one answered, and in the end, I didn't expect to be able to find him with high technology, in the final analysis, it was still the most primitive way to be effective, just like our most primitive impulse, always through the body function, to tell you what to do now.

Warehouse No. 9 by the river is an abandoned industrial area, which sounds familiar and surprising at first. I used to be a few times when I was naughty with the children in the compound, so I was no stranger to the road, but I hadn't been there for all these years, and I thought that the city was developing too fast, and many things had disappeared in time, but I didn't expect it to be there.

The sun was in full bloom, and from a distance, I could see that there were still scattered uncorroded places on the rusty exterior wall of Warehouse No. 9, which were unwilling to reflect the sunlight and resist fate and time.

The door of the warehouse is open, and it is surprisingly quiet inside, tiptoe in, but what jumps into the eye is a novel scene, it turns out that in these years, the No. 9 warehouse has long been transformed from ruins to loft, rebellious with a little loneliness, very in line with Dong Zhuo's positioning.

He was in a daze, but the silence was broken by the sound of the can falling not far away, and he followed the sound to look over, revealing a hand wrapped in gauze on the sofa with his back to the door, and there were faint traces of blood in it. Don't think about it, it must be Dong Zhuo.

He staggered up when he heard the sound of me walking past, and looked at me with red eyes, so sad and innocent that I couldn't help but feel sad.

"Dong Zhuo......" The small voice I couldn't even hear myself, for fear of disturbing him. And he just looked at me so steadily, I don't know how long it was, but he felt that the hand holding the bag had no strength, and he suddenly stood up quickly, and hugged me tightly without any expectation. The movement of his pounce was so powerful, without the slightest preparation, he was so hugged that he almost couldn't stand steadily. The smell of cigarettes, alcohol and loneliness on his body came to his face, and his consciousness was temporarily blank by this sudden hug, and his whole body couldn't exert any strength, and even the bag in his hand fell vertically to the ground, just hitting the surface of his feet, and finally regained some sense. Hands slowly climbed up to his back and patted me gently, as my mother did when I was a child, patting my back when I threw myself into her arms and wept silently, as if some kind of hint gave me great comfort.

Sure enough, Dong Zhuo's tense nerves gradually relaxed, and he actually wheezed and cried in my ear. knew that he was born melancholy, but he never thought that there would be such a sad scene.

"What's wrong with you?"

He was lying on my shoulder, still emotional, and the sound of gasps was incessant. I had no choice but to continue to pat him on the back, and only when my legs were a little stiff did he slowly let go of me, his eyes were full of traces of crying, and he moved his shoulders only to find that he was already wet. What was it about him that made him so out of shape?

"It's okay, I'm okay." Dong Zhuo sat back on the sofa lightly, covered his face with his hands, took a few deep breaths, wiped his face and lowered his palms dejectedly. The floor was full of empty beer cans, cigarette butts and ashes, and the smell of choking, and he lowered his head, still showing his usual melancholy expression, which made people feel distressed to see it.

I cleaned up a clean space on the table, picked up the bag and put it on it, hesitated for a moment before sitting next to him, he did not avoid me, which made me a little encouraged, and boldly said: "I don't know why you are like this today, since you don't want to say, then I won't ask, but I know that men have self-esteem, and if you can let me see you like this, you must trust me very much, so I am very satisfied." ”