You probably know what the sun looks like when the sun is about to go down in the summer? A ball of orange and red, like a fireball that has been flattened by an invisible hand! And this fireball will burst like a mosquito sucking a belly of blood at any time, splashing blood everywhere on the horizon! It was already dark in the east, and there was rumbling thunder! But there was no rain that night, it was just dark, heavy and stuffy, and in Chongqing it could not be described by a simple hot word.

Li Yiwen stood at the door and waited for a long time, telling his daughter that he had a patient who would have surgery tonight, and that he needed to go back to the hospital, and he would probably not return home until after 10 p.m. Fortunately, his wife has not come back yet, he doesn't need to lie to her, he can't lie to her, because lies are always like a thin layer of paper that is gently pierced by one of her little fingers, and he never knew that kind of energy from her, women, women he can't figure out in his life.

The house on South Hill was purchased by him and his wife for their retirement life. His wife was very fond of the mountains and the forests, but he didn't think the forests were any good, and in the summer there were so many mosquitoes that they could bite people to death. Compared with the mountains, he prefers the river, Chongqing has two rivers, a Jialing River and a Yangtze River, he wanted to choose a house on the Yangtze River, Nanbin Road to Danzishi, the international community a little more, leaning on the Yangtze River Longhu Lijiang, that is the place he is optimistic about, there are townhouses, and small high-rise, he thinks that it is enough for them to choose a small high-rise, Longhu's property management is very good, do not worry about safety and environment. But his wife did quietly buy the house on Nanshan behind his back, and they quarreled many times about it, and finally ended up in two weeks of being angry and not talking to each other. If it weren't for his daughter, I'm afraid he would have divorced, yes, divorce, divorce is what he desires in his heart, he still longs for An Xiaowen, even if he is old, he still thinks about her, maybe he has never forgotten her, yes, he has not forgotten. He always wanted to forget, but his brain couldn't control his heart. At this moment, how he wished that he could compensate her in his limited life, his Xiaowen, poor Xiaowen.

Li Yiwen's thoughts were interrupted by the sudden headlights of the car, and he looked up, and under the faint street lamp, he recognized the boy with black teeth. When he finally came, he did not disappoint him, he brought the old girl with him. Li Yiwen laughed, and he didn't even notice that he was smiling weirdly at the corners of his mouth.

Zhang Xiaofeng can be said to be a gift from God, no matter what others say, but he thinks so, he met this boy in the garbage dump of the hospital, his face was covered with blood, squatting in the garbage heap to provide for his body, as if looking for something. Li Yiwen began to think that he was collecting garbage, but when he heard that Lao Xia at the garbage dump was sick, he had found someone to replace him. He and Lao Xia are quite familiar, and occasionally smoke a cigarette together or something, although he himself can't figure out how this happens, many things will happen naturally, and you may not understand the reason when it happens or even afterward. He walked over and wanted to inquire about Lao Xia's condition.

"Hello, excuse me—"

Before Li Yiwen could speak, the figure squatting next to the garbage heap suddenly turned around as if he had been stimulated by some kind of stimulation. This frightened Li Yiwen, what kind of person is this person who collects garbage for Lao Xia, just a child who has done a fight. The blood on his face was still gurgling down.

The bloodied boy paused, apparently startled by the sudden appearance of the old man, but soon regained his composure, his face contorted with irrepressible pain somewhere in his body, and fainted with a faint cry: "Help me-".