"A bunch of colored embryos, phew, disgusting. When I have the money, I will demolish this hellish place. Want to eat my mother's tofu, and don't look at your own goods? Mo Meimei straightened up her messy collar, stood on the corridor, and spat viciously at a room door. The beautiful face with heavy makeup was not as gentle and sweet as before, and it slowly twisted with anger.

She held the tray and pressed the bleeding wound on her face with one hand. He looked at himself on the glass curtain wall and laughed at himself. He stepped on ill-fitting high heels and limped out.

"Grandma Wu, I'm back!" Zhang Ning changed his shoes in front of the shoe cabinet, looked inside and shouted.

The old man in the apron walked out of the kitchen, smiling, and his smile became even stronger when he saw Zhang Ning. looked at Zhang Ning, and then looked in the direction of the stairs. said, "Ning Ning is back!" It's finally the weekend, and it's hard for my kids. Eat something first, and the meal will be fine later. ”

Zhang Ning changed into slippers and threw his schoolbag on the sofa. He followed the old man, "I'll help you." ”

"I don't need you to help me, you've worked hard for five days, go rest and relax. Quick, get out of here. The old man said, wiped his hands with his apron, and pushed Zhang Ning out.

"I'm not hard." Zhang Ning looked back at the old man and said.

"I like to cook for you myself, so it's to blame happiness." The old man said with a squint and a smile, and went into the kitchen.

Suddenly, there was a whistle, and a boy in a cartoon sweatshirt was whistling about to slide down the handrail of the stairs, and as he slid down, he quickly said, "Surprise! ”

"Go to the fifth step and you'll fall." Zhang Ning squinted his eyes and said with a treacherous smile.

Sure enough, as soon as the words fell, he fell straight down the fifth step, and fell to the floor without any reaction. His voice trembled and he asked, "For, for, why don't you say it earlier!" My handsome face!! He crawled up from the floor with a pained expression.

"After saying that, I can't see that I am facing the floor, and I am on my back." After Zhang Ning finished speaking, he took his schoolbag and walked up the stairs.

When going down the stairs, Zhang Ning asked the boy who was sitting on the sofa in the living room rubbing his forehead. "Zhang Yanyuan, why are you coming back?"

"Who's your name, brother?" Zhang Yanyuan put down his hand, took out a bottle of medicine from his pocket, and handed it to her. "Painkiller spray rose scented, rainy weather in spring and summer. Unfortunately, if you have a prosthesis, it will be swollen and painful. Zhang Yanyuan took her left hand and looked at it, her eyes full of regret.

"Don't look at me like that, it's just that I'm missing a little finger." Zhang Ning withdrew his hand and inserted it into his pocket.

Zhang Yanyuan looked at the black grand piano, lowered his head and rubbed his hands together, and did not speak for a long time.

"Eat, don't think about it so much." Zhang Ning threw a bag at the front and gave it to him.

"Your sister, get off the plane." Zhang Yanyuan looked at the clock and said, after speaking, he suddenly patted his mouth, and smiled cutely and amiably, "Ning Ning, can I not say it?" ”

"Really?" She hurriedly put down the biscuit and stood up, laughing and asked.

"The difference, the difference!" Zhang Yanyuan watched Zhang Ning open the door from the hanger, put on a down jacket, and shouted, "Wait a minute." After saying that, he followed out the door, and came back to ask Grandma Wu for the key.

When we got to the intersection, the car stopped. There was chaos ahead, with a police car and ambulance in front of a crashed and deformed car, and a large pool of blood underneath the car. After some resuscitation, the injured were lifted into the ambulance.

Zhang Ning wanted to lean forward and look forward, but he was covered with a palm, "Little child, look at what these are doing!" ”

Zhang Ning tore off his hand hard, and saw a man walking over, and his face was already bloody and blurry. There was another man in the back, his clothes covered in blood. They were unconscious in their hospital beds and were lifted into ambulances amid the chatter of passers-by.

Zhang Yanyuan drove over from the other side, silent, and looked at Zhang Ning from time to time.