"Not yet, you have to do it all."

"Oh." Wang Zimao lowered his head in frustration, the sourness in his heart was even worse, like a pair of hands grabbing his heart and stirring, but he still immediately assured Zhou Rui and Zhou Qi in a firm tone, "I can definitely do it." ”

Just standing against the wall and exercising, and telling Zhou Rui everything his father said, these are nothing at all.

Except for the fact that it is a little difficult to exercise, the rest is nothing, after all, his father may not be able to talk to him much in a day.

"That's good!" Zhou Rui was overjoyed, feeling that a big trouble had finally been solved, and it was more pleasing to the eye to see Wang Zimao.

"Do you know how to cook? Do you have pots and pans in your house? ”

"I will, yes." Wang Zimao nodded, the one he brought back from the place where they lived before, although it was very shabby, it could be used.

In the past, he used to cook some white rice by himself to fill his stomach, but recently, his father didn't buy rice and came back, but he would bring some food every day, and the food was much better than before.

It's just that I can't get enough to eat.

"Okay, you go home and wait."

Wang Zimao obediently went home and waited.

In the darkness of the night, almost every house has lights on, some with air conditioners on, others just blowing fans.

But Wang Zimao's family is different, except for an old and dilapidated air conditioner during the day, blowing a slightly cool wind, at night, in order to save electricity, his house does not even turn on a light.

If the lights were turned on and electricity was used, his father would definitely be beaten if he found out.

Although Wang Xuemin stopped beating him during this time, Wang Zimao still remembered the reasons for being beaten in the past, and tried not to offend, only in this way can the peace at this moment be maintained.

After a while, two figures rushed in the darkness.

"Why don't you turn on the lights in your house?"

"It's okay, I can see it."

His eyesight in the dark had always been good, perhaps because he had been in the dark for too long.

Zhou Qi handed him the dried potato chips, rice, pickles, and a few eggs that he had brought him, "Okay, here are some dishes, you cook and eat them yourself, we can only help you so much, you have to be self-reliant." ”

Wang Zimao didn't expect them to make him wait, they wanted to go home and get food for him.

He had a sore nose for a while, and he almost cried, wanting to thank him, but he didn't know how to say it, and he didn't even know how to take the food.

"Take it." Zhou Qi stuffed things into his hands, "Do you know how to cook?" ”

"I will." Wang Zimao nodded hurriedly, tears had already flowed out of his eyes, but it was too dark to see.

"That's okay, my sister and I still have to go to exercise, you have to eat enough and take care of your body first. To be friends with us, you must be self-reliant, and you can't think about others helping you every day. ”

"Second, you have to distinguish between right and wrong, what is good and what is bad, you must have the ability to discern, and you must not listen and believe indiscriminately."

"That's all for the time being, sister, what else do you have to say."

Zhou Rui shook his head.

Zhou Qi said: "Then let's go first, you can make your own food." ”

With a wave of their hands, the backs of the two gradually merged with the night and disappeared.

And Wang Zimao stood there dumbfounded, not moving for a long time, only the weight of the shopping bag in his hand reminded him that it was real.

He didn't want to make himself so sensational, so he didn't cry, but the emotions in his heart couldn't stop surging upward, and they were about to break his nose.

He had fantasized many times about his own salvation, perhaps with an angel descending, or some amiable person gently channeling the resentment and pain in his heart, but today he found that none of this was needed.

The scene of redemption does not have to be glowing with holy light or soft light, but it can also be a few simple and crisp words in this dark night.

Long.

He returned home with the bag and pulled out the old and dirty rice cooker, he didn't have any good habits of cleanliness and hygiene, but today he washed the pot cleanly.

He grabbed two handfuls of rice, put them in the inner bowl of the rice cooker, and rinsed them with water, and then picked up the two grains of rice that had fallen on the ground.

Then he washed the dried potato chips and soaked them in water for a while before packing the eggs and pickles into the pot and pressing the button.

This is the only way he can cook, as long as the rice is cooked, the dishes are cooked together, sometimes it is surprisingly delicious, and sometimes it has no salty taste.

Today's dish must have a salty flavor because there are pickles in it.

After doing all this, although he hadn't eaten yet, he felt that he had strength all over his body.

He sat down on the threshold, leaning against the old wooden door, and he looked at the bright moon in the night, and she seemed to be dressed in a white gown, and looked at him with a delicate and soft gaze among the looming clouds.

I have heard that after death, people will become stars in the sky, where they will watch over their relatives in the world.

But Wang Zimao is not dead but still loves his relatives, no one in this world, whether dead or alive, loves him.

He was like a man who had been abandoned by the whole world, who didn't seem to deserve good things, ugly, short, stupid, and wooden.

But from today onwards, it's a little different, he has two friends.

Hopefully this life can continue to be good......

The moonlight was reflected in Wang Zimao's tearful eyes, and his smile was gilded with a layer of luster and bloomed in the night.

After admiring the moonlight, Wang Zimao suddenly remembered the conditions proposed by Zhou Rui.

He hurriedly stood up and leaned straight against the wall, carefully measuring the time in his mind.

Half an hour, only more, not less.

Wang Zimao doesn't know what it means to be true to his words, but he understands that if he can't do what Zhou Rui said, he may lose this friend, so he has to remember Zhou Rui and Zhou Qi's words firmly in his heart.

He wants too much to live a normal life, and these hard-won opportunities will no longer be available if they are lost.

However, soon, due to the long-term hunched back, his spine and neck were affected a lot, and he only stood for a few minutes, and his neck began to ache.

The hot night also quickly made him sweat profusely, but Wang Zimao was unwilling to give up, and he wanted to persevere, no matter how difficult it was.

What's more, the small pain is nothing compared to the beatings he has suffered before, his tolerance for pain is beyond ordinary people's imagination, and his willpower is probably stronger than others.

If it weren't for his strong heart, he would have died a long time ago, and he was more resolute and patient than the average person, because he endured more.

Heaven is fair, and where a person has had a lot of experience, then he is much better than others in that area.

Finally, half an hour arrived.

Wang Zimao took a deep breath, he felt that his whole body was relaxed, as if even the floor had become shorter.

After eating, Wang Zimao covered his full stomach, lay on the warm cement floor in front of the door, looked at the silver-white full moon in the sky, and fell asleep unconsciously.