"Name."

"Tu Ziqiang."

"Gender."

"Male."

"Age."

"Eighteen."

"Eighteen?" The big-brimmed hat looked at Tu Ziqiang's old face with disgust.

"Eighteen." Tu Ziqiang is very honest.

"Occupation." Big-brimmed hat pouts.

"Pick up the rags." Tu Ziqiang looked at the big-brimmed hat honestly.

"What are you doing on Xinhua Road early in the morning?" The big-brimmed hat buckled with a pen, and his brass bell-like eyes stared at Tu Ziqiang.

"Sending food to a friend, her family is broken." Tu Ziqiang looked at the big-brimmed hat sincerely, "I can't find her home, so I meet there." ”

"Is there any food delivery early in the morning? It's not even dawning! A sneer appeared at the corner of the big brimmed hat's mouth, and it looked like I knew your kid was not honest.

"You have to pick up the rags during the day......" Tu Ziqiang is very calm.

"Me!" The big-brimmed hat is on fire.

"Which friend to send it to?" The big-brimmed hat smiled.

"Yin Xiu." Tu Ziqiang didn't say a word.

"Where's the old man?" The big-brimmed hat picked up the big teapot and sucked the hot water, and asked seemingly unintentionally.

"I don't know...... Tu Ziqiang is very innocent, "It's my friend's grandfather, right?" ”

"Hmm......" the large-brimmed hat was noncommittal, and the pen swirled on the finger.

Tu Ziqiang looked at him honestly.

"How did you know Yin Xiu?" The big-brimmed hat snorted.

"Painting ......" Tu Ziqiang is a spirit.

"What painting?" The big-brimmed hat gives no chance to think.

"Chinese Painting ......" Tu Ziqiang did not hesitate at all.

"Chinese painting?" The big-brimmed hat slowed down his tone and looked at Tu Ziqiang's fingers mockingly.

"Chinese painting!" Tu Ziqiang repeated it very seriously.

"You can sit here, it means that the organization has enough evidence, and confession and leniency are your only way out!" The big-brimmed hat got up suddenly, and stared at Tu Ziqiang viciously with both hands on the corner of the table, who looked innocent.

"Give you five minutes, think about it, and don't make a mistake! We still save the main drop! The big-brimmed hat let out a long sigh of mercy. Tu Ziqiang opened the door and left in a daze.

"......Hard-mouthed ruthless" The big-brimmed hat lowered his head and lit a cigarette, and Gong Weize stood opposite.

"Hiss, ......" a long column of smoke shot out of the mouth of the big-brimmed hat, "Even if you recruit it, you will be detained for a day at most, and the case record is not enough to stay, just ten catties of bud rice noodles......"

Gong Wei had a gloomy face and did not speak.

"I scared him a little bit just now, I'll see when I go in......" The big brimmed hat flicked the ashes, "what happened to you two?" In a hurry to get him in? Or, some means? ”

"No, what can you do if you watch the children grow up?" Gong Wei smiled very open-mindedly, "I'm just suspicious, it's best if it's okay." ”

"Okay, you'll take him back later, and you can sell a good ......," the big-brimmed hat took two deep puffs and threw the cigarette butt, "Then I'll go in." ”

Outside the police station, the sky had just dawned. Gong Wei led Tu Ziqiang, who frowned.

"What's the excitement in the morning...... Gong Wei chattered.

"I have to pick up rags and ...... during the day" Tu Ziqiang is very well-behaved.

"Okay, it's okay to misunderstand, let's go, go home, I have to go to work too." Gong Wei threw a cigarette butt.

"I helped the old man carry the grain back, and by the way, he recognized the door. lest there be a misunderstanding next time......" Tu Ziqiang glanced at the cowering old cotton shoes across the road.

"Well, let's go......" Gong Wei pouted.

"This policeman is good...... "Gong Wei, who looked at the old cotton shoes and walked away, said.

"Well, that's good." Tu Ziqiang smiled sneeringly, "Let's come in with the front foot and he will arrive with the back foot, and it won't take twenty minutes to ......."

"Huh?" The old cotton shoes looked at Tu Ziqiang suspiciously.

"It's okay, let's go, I'll send you home, and by the way, recognize the door." Tu Ziqiang diverted the topic and set up a grain bag.

"No, don't need it......" The old cotton shoes hesitated.

"Isn't it still ten catties of bud rice noodles for you?" Tu Ziqiang looked at the old man in surprise.

"Hey, okay......" The old cotton shoes finally did not resist the temptation of bud rice noodles.

Yin Xiu is a beautiful little girl with short yellow hair and a small face with melon seeds.

He is very tall, 1.7 meters tall; The skeleton was large but there was no meat, as if it could be blown down by a gust of wind.

The melon seeds have a pair of big European-style eyes on their small faces, and even the heavy dark circles under their eyes look so harmonious.

A pale face with an optimistic smile.

"Chinese painting?" The little girl giggled happily.

Grunt......

There was a groan, and the girl blushed.

"Let's go boil porridge......" The old cotton shoes broke the embarrassment.

The girl glanced at Tu Ziqiang shyly, and ran away with the grain bag, like a cheerful deer.

"His father is French......" sighed the old cotton shoe chief.

Yo, skewers!

Tu Ziqiang smacked his tongue.

I said that the skin is so white and that he is so tall!

"At the beginning, I was stubborn about returning to China, and my daughter was helpless and didn't worry about me ......alone," the old cotton shoes' lips buzzed.

"I don't have a father or a mother, I grow so ......big," Tu Ziqiang comforted.

"Her father is still alive, in France!" The old cotton shoes blushed and emphasized.

There was silence in the room, save for the wheezing of old cotton shoes.

"Don't go out to get food in the future......" Tu Ziqiang broke the silence, "You're not that material." ”

"You can't let Xiu'er go......" The old cotton shoes were piled up there.

"I'll figure out how to eat for you two......" Tu Ziqiang looked at the old cotton shoes sincerely.

"What do you want to do?" The old cotton shoes were tense, and he looked at Tu Ziqiang vigilantly, like an old hen guarding her cubs.

"Eh, I didn't take advantage of it! I treat you as a friend, but you want to be my grandfather? Tu Ziqiang's face was cynical.

The old cotton shoes looked at Tu Ziqiang with a suspicious expression.

"I've been a worker for two generations, and I'm going to work at the lumber mill next week, officially." Tu Ziqiang emphasized that the working class is the most glorious.

The old cotton shoes were piled up there again.

"Why don't you teach me how to draw? Traditional chinese painting? Tu Ziqiang couldn't bear it in his heart, and patted the hand of the old cotton shoe.

As soon as the painting was mentioned, the old cotton shoes came to life, and he looked at Tu Ziqiang's hand with disdain.

Nothing was said, and everything was said.

Tu Ziqiang didn't speak, he picked up a pencil and drawn.

The expression of the old cotton shoes slowly changed from disdain to surprise.

"You really know how to draw?" The old cotton shoes looked at Tu Ziqiang in surprise, as if he saw the sow going up the tree.

"Is it worth five bucks?" Tu Ziqiang's index finger and middle finger were pinned, gently flicking the sketch paper, and remembering the stalk of five yuan a piece in his previous life.

"Five bucks?" The old cotton shoes looked disdainful, and Tu Ziqiang was unmoved.

"You buy knives? Do you sell tickets? The old cotton shoes suddenly woke up, and his round eyes stared at Tu Ziqiang.

He's just pure, not stupid.

"Eat......," the girl shouted cheerfully......

"It's a crime! Crime! The old cotton shoes whispered.

"What did I do? What are you talking about? Tu Ziqiang looked at him innocently.

"Get out! Get out! I'm starving to death and won't eat your food! "The old cotton shoes the broom.

"What did I do?" Tu Ziqiang continued to pretend to be innocent, and the old cotton shoes pushed him out of the door without saying anything.

Clang, the door closed tightly.

"Is it sinful for a man to want to live?" Tu Ziqiang asked in a whisper to the door, and the old cotton shoes behind the door looked blank.

"Grandpa, what about the others?" The girl looked surprised.

"Gone......"

"And is he still coming?"

"I don't know ......"

The hot steam of bud batter on the table was wafting slowly......