"Music, ring. ”

"The vast end of the world is my shortness, I just came at the foot of the high snow-capped mountain, what kind of avalanche is the most helpless! What kind of height can be considered handsome!"

Zhang Xiaoxian listened to the Divine Comedy, twisted his body and walked to the window.

He closed the window in a bit of a frustration, then pulled the curtain back again.

The house suddenly went dark.

The music is still the same, Zhang Xiaoxian touched the switch next to him, turned on the 25-watt incandescent lamp, and in the dim room, it felt like dusk.

"The strong fragrance comes from afar, I am hungry and unbearable, my empty wallet is all the assets, I open the refrigerator and find that there are not many dishes, how many years are there like this?"

As the music rolled, accompanied by the sound of incomplete tones in his mouth, Zhang Xiaoxian continued to roar in the room.

At the same time, the body was still writhing, but one hand was on the switch of the light.

As the switch closes and closes, the light becomes shining, on, then off, dark, and then on again. It seems to be in harmony with the rhythm of the music.

Don't talk about sound, don't talk about dancing.

Just talking about this grasp of the rhythm, Zhang Xiaoxian is quite at ease, and he doesn't do much at first glance.

............

The time is the autumn of 2016, this year's East China City has not changed from the past, those who should have money are still rich, and those who should not have money are still not rich.

The person who beats the singles is still the singles, can the cuckold still take it off and choose to forgive?

Students on vacation are preparing to go back to school, and office workers are still working 9-to-5, but most of them still work late hours.

Lazy people are rarely able to be diligent.

Diligent people still insist on the road of confusion.

A lonely person may have found the person who depended on each other, or he may still be very lonely.

Zhang Xiaoxian is an ambitious person, but also a person who is not willing to be realistic.

But the gap between dreams and reality is always huge.

Not being willing to be realistic means that the dream is too far away.

So at this moment, he has some pain and depression, and he can't find an outlet, so he can only entertain himself at home, and confuse himself with a voice that is not good and a dance posture that is not good-looking.

Wow!

Maybe it's because the switch is too many times in a row, and the light bursts instantly.

Even the music seemed to be powered off and stopped.

The room fell into darkness in an instant, Zhang Xiaoxian's body finally couldn't move, or he stopped his body movements, he stood there in a daze, maybe in a daze, or maybe at a loss.

The room was so quiet that even the mosquitoes could be heard.

It's just that the darkness is too dark, and the darkness is a little scary.

Zhang Xiaoxian finally couldn't help but squat down, buried his head and cried.

Maybe it's because darkness can swallow feelings, or maybe it's because darkness can hide from everything and go undetected.

So he cried a little louder.

This is the poorest residential community in East China, and it is said to be poor because it is very much like the slums of those years, which looks a little dirty, but not chaotic.

There is no black organization, and naturally there will be no mixed collection of protection money or anything, but it is true that there are still piles of garbage here, and the smell is unforgettable in summer.

What makes Zhang Xiaoxian hate even more is that group of damn mosquitoes, always roaring in his ears, as if showing off his voice is better than him.

Three years ago, my parents traveled to Bali for the thirtieth anniversary of their marriage, and the plane crashed, and they couldn't find even a shadow, and all the assets of the family were swallowed up by others overnight, luxury villas, supercars, and those became nothing.

The social reality is so cruel, he was originally a rich second generation, but he was reduced to live in this place, struggling for living expenses every month.

Also investigate the secrets of the parents' plane crash and the evidence that those people have swallowed up their own family business.

Only yesterday, he finally found a letter, one that could be related to the circumstances of his parents' disappearance, or a piece of evidence that those people had swallowed up their family business.

However, he did not get to see the letter.

To be precise, he just touched it, and that's it.

When he excitedly picked up the letter and was about to open it, more than a dozen strong men suddenly appeared in front of him, each of whom was holding a ring or steel rod for beating people.

He now has many unhealed wounds on his face, body, and legs, and even blood stains that have solidified but not fallen, all of which were punched by those people yesterday afternoon.

He didn't know how he got to where he was now, but the pain told him that he was still alive.

When the goal of one's own efforts appears in front of one's eyes, within reach, all the mysteries will be solved. All these efforts have come to naught, and everything is back to square one.

It was understandably sad, he endured the most depressed mood and anger, and he endured the pain and discomfort of the torn wound.

I went back to my current accommodation room and drank all night, got drunk, and woke up.

At this moment, when the music is ringing in my head, when the darkness is coming.

He finally couldn't hold back the sadness in his heart and cried out loud.

"Dad, Mom, I miss you so much, I think so much. ”

Every word he said was very serious, even if he cried very loudly, he could still hear it clearly.

There was no other sound in the room, only him crying somewhere.

I don't know how long it took, maybe Zhang Xiaoxian was tired of crying, or maybe his voice was hoarse, anyway, his voice became a little weak, and he sat on the ground, looking a little distracted.

At that moment, the lights suddenly turned on.

It's like a sudden flash of light in the darkness, and it probably represents hope.

At this moment, Zhang Xiaoxian stopped crying, and the wind suddenly blew outside the window, and it clanged on the window.

Naturally, the light that came on was not a light bulb that had been extinguished, but a somewhat worn mobile phone screen in the distance.

There was no nice ringtone, just a sudden light up without any warning.

Zhang Xiaoxian stood up against the wall, stretched out his hand to pick up the phone, but when his eyes touched, he subconsciously saw a watch quietly placed next to the phone, which was very ordinary and not expensive.

It was not worth mentioning to him once, but he kept it for ten years.

Because this watch was a birthday gift from his father ten years ago, when he was ten years old, he looked at the watch in a daze, looking a little fascinated.

He didn't know why, he always thought that in the dim light, this watch would look so good.

At that moment, a voice suddenly rang out.