Walking into this dimly lit room, Yan Xiao was silent for a while. She didn't know the purpose of Wang Qinglin calling her in, so she had to stand quietly and look at the old man on the bed.

In just a few days, Wang Qinglin at this time seemed to be much older than the last time he saw him, his hair was only a little gray before, but today it looks all white, and his eyes that were tortured by illness were a little sunken, revealing a trace of numbness and deep tiredness.

"Sit down." Pointing to the only chair in the room, Wang Qinglin said in a dumb voice.

After thanking him, Yanxiao sat down in the chair silently before thinking about it and asking, "You called me, do you have anything to say?" ”

For a long time, Wang Qinglin didn't speak again, he kept his head up, and stared at a spider in the corner of the wall who was busy weaving webs.

The spider looked quite busy, climbing up and down, the cobwebs under the body from the beginning of the beginning to the beginning, to the end of the almost finished, but I don't know where a gust of wind blew, the cobwebs were thin, after shaking a few times, they finally broke, and the busy to the end but empty spiders no longer know which corner was blown to.

Wang Qinglin suddenly wanted to laugh, pulled the corners of his stiff mouth, and the laughter he let out was hoarse and ugly than crying.

"When Xiaojun was four years old, his mother and I found that this child was different from others, he stumbled and couldn't speak clearly, his brain couldn't turn, he didn't like to play with other children, and sometimes when he went out, he was bullied by others. Later, slowly, the people in the village began to call him Silly Jun, saying that this kid had a problem with his head. His mother and I thought about taking him to see a doctor and went to the city, but the doctor at the hospital said that the child had mental problems and low intelligence, and that it would cost a lot of money to treat him, and it might not be cured well. Later, when he was five years old, his mother left us and left, and he never came back. ”

Yan Xiao looked at Wang Qinglin, who was quiet again, and couldn't help asking, "Didn't you want to go over and come back to her?" ”

Wang Qinglin shook his head, "At first, I wanted to go to her, but then I thought what was the reason for calling people back?" Do you continue to live this poor life with me, a man who has no money? That's it. For so many years, the two of us can be regarded as dependent on each other. Actually, if this day goes on like this, it's good, it's good. Without...... If it weren't for me...... If I am greedy, my little army may not leave so early, leaving me as an old man, I ...... I hurt him, I hurt my son! ”

The sudden choking sound on the opposite bed made Yanxiao a little overwhelmed. She always thought that this was a father who could ruthlessly hurt his children, but she didn't expect that Wang Qinglin's seemingly calm appearance hid such a strong guilt and remorse. Obviously, although Wang Jun is stupid, he is also his only child, and the only worry and concern he has lived in this world for so many years.

Snorting, Wang Qinglin raised his dry hand and wiped his face, as if he had made some kind of decision, he raised his head and looked directly at Yan Xiao opposite, and a strange color erupted in his eyes.

"Last night, I dreamed of Xiaojun, he cried at me, pursed his lips, and refused to say anything, I knew that he must still blame me, blame me for treating him like that. I've thought about it, I've figured it out, and now, my son has gone before me, and I know that I don't have long to live. Right? Didn't you ask about the factory that year? You ask, I'll tell you everything, you write it out and send it to the newspaper for everyone to see. I'm afraid...... I'm afraid that if I don't say it, but go into the ground with this secret, even if the Netherworld sees Xiaojun, he won't forgive me......"

Wang Qinglin's voice lowered again, and when he heard the last of his smile, he had mixed feelings in his heart.

She had imagined countless ways to get Wang Qinglin to open her mouth to tell the truth back then, but she didn't want to be in such a situation. With the death of the Si people and the bustle of all beings, the living man who will grow old alone for the rest of his life is left alone, with love and guilt for his son, and summons up the courage to tell the truth in order to obtain the forgiveness of his dead son.

Wang Qinglin, who was pleading, nodded solemnly, and asked with a smile and hesitation, "Then, uncle, can I record the video?" ”

Wang Qinglin suppressed the cough that wanted to break out of his throat, sat up with difficulty, and waved his hand indifferently at the question of words and laughter, "It's up to you." ”

took out his mobile phone and clicked on the video recording button, nodded to Wang Qinglin in the camera and said, "Okay, uncle, let's start." ”

……

This old man's family is poor, what kind of team is this? Sing so badly!

Wang Xiaoliu shrank in the crowd watching the excitement, and silently complained to the middle-aged woman who was babbling and singing energetically.

Secretly touched a box of cigarettes from the table next to him and stuffed it into his trouser pocket, patted the bulging pants, and Wang Xiaoliu smiled contentedly.

When he was thinking about whether to go back to the factory to work, as soon as he turned his head, Wang Xiaoliu saw a young girl appear at the door of Wang Qinglin's house.

Tut! At first glance, he looks like a city person, and he looks pretty good! Wang Xiaoliu touched his chin, wondering in his heart, when did their family have relatives in the city?

"Hey! The girl is here again? ”

"Which? Oooh! I remember, isn't this the same reporter who came to deliver something to Xiumei last time? ”

"Why is she here again? You've been blown away, and you dare to come? ”

"Didn't Xiumei say that she came to interview their family's military beating people? This person is dead, how can he pick it? ”

Several women who had seen Yan Xiao in front of Wang Xiumei's house stood in the crowd and whispered.

Reporter? Interview Wang Jun about beating people? Wang Xiaoliu's ears immediately pricked up.

Why did the events of so many years suddenly get the attention of reporters again? Did someone leak the news? Thinking of the fool lying in the side room, Wang Xiaoliu suddenly became vigilant, he had his part in beating people back then, if he was stabbed out, what would it be like?

Walking out of the crowd and turning into an uninhabited alley, Wang Xiaoliu looked around, and after making sure that no one would hear it, he took out his mobile phone and dialed the number.

"Hey! Hi brother! ”

"Didn't you kid come to work today?" Liu Xi asked lazily on the phone.

Wang Xiaoliu's breath was stagnant, it was broken, and he forgot about it. Suddenly remembering the situation he was about to report, he hurriedly whispered urgently, "Oops! Brother Xi, now is not the time to talk about this, guess what I just discovered? ”

Liu Xi didn't bother to talk nonsense with him, and scolded, "If there's a fart, let it go." ”

"I found a female reporter coming at the door of Wang Qinglin's house, as if she was here to cover the incident when the boss took our brother to beat the reporter."

Wang Qinglin? Liu Xi couldn't remember who this person was for a while, and recalled it carefully, only to suddenly remember the ridiculous face in the office when he asked the boss for money for his stupid son.

"What's going on? Why was this suddenly revealed? ”

"I don't know! That reporter has already entered their house just now, I'm afraid that Wang Qinglin's old guy will talk nonsense to the reporter again! ”

"So the old guy isn't dead yet? Well, okay, I know, it's not a big deal, how long has it been? Can you find out a fart? What is there to be afraid of? If you don't feel at ease, when the reporter leaves for a while, find a few brothers to scare and scare on the road, let her retreat, and don't continue to investigate. Jian Shang, who was not far away, was raising the list in his hand to him, Liu Xi waved his hand to him, and said to Wang Xiaoliu absentmindedly.

"What a great idea, Brother Xi!" hung up the phone, Wang Xiaoliu inexplicably remembered the appearance of the beautiful female reporter. couldn't help but swallow his saliva, Wang Xiaoliu secretly rejoiced, well, it seems that my buddy has a good mouth today.