Zhao Yang was woken up by the "bang" knock on the door, he opened his eyes suddenly, and felt that this knock seemed to be heard somewhere.

The lights weren't on, but the room wasn't as dark as he thought. He looked at the ceiling and suddenly remembered that the voice had been heard before he fell asleep. He jerked to his feet, remembering the big yellow dog that the doorman had given him.

With such a loud knock on the door, why didn't the big yellow dog bark outside the door?

When I opened the door, the waiting room in the living room was still lit. The shoes behind the door were ripped and messed up, and the big yellow dog that the doorman gave him was missing. The door was locked, but the big yellow dog was gone. He searched the house several times, and even the cabinet and toilet were turned over, but there was still no sign of the dog.

Where did that big yellow dog go?

While he was looking for the dog, the knocking stopped, and when he realized that the big yellow dog was really missing, the knock started again.

A cold sweat came out from the tip of Zhao Yang's forehead.

The "thump" knock continues.

Zhao Yang was scared at first, and then calmed down. He first went back to the bedroom to get his mobile phone, set the alarm number to a quick dial button, and then went to the kitchen to get a kitchen knife, and said to the door: "Who?" ”

The knocking on the door has stopped again!

Zhao Yang was annoyed, he put his mobile phone on the shoe cabinet, held a knife in his right hand, pulled the bolt of the door with his left hand, and said to the door: "There is a kind of you coming out for me!" ”

The door was empty.

Zhao Yang walked out with a kitchen knife in his hand, and looked at the front and back, left and right, the elevator, including the staircase, but he didn't find the "person" who frantically pressed his doorbell.

When he was about to go back to his room, he looked at the slightly open door of his house and was stunned.

Similar movie plots began to pop up in his mind, as if he could see a person sneaking into his house and hiding in a corner while he was going out. The cold sweat on his forehead became more and more, the hand holding the kitchen knife tightened and tightened, and his palms were also covered with cold sweat. He slowly approached the house he had rented for a long time, and listened to the movement in the room.

Suddenly, a dog barked from the room, and he quickly reached out, picked up the mobile phone on the shoe cabinet, and subconsciously pressed 110. Without waiting for the other party to connect, the big yellow dog lent to him by the doorman ran out of his bedroom, he pressed the pause button, and saw the big yellow dog squatting in the living room and wagging its tail at him.

"Is there anyone in the house?"

Zhao Yang is not only asking the big yellow dog, but also asking the "people" in the house.

Naturally, there was no "person" in the room to answer, and the big yellow dog barked at him a few times.

"Rhubarb, you can help me see if there are still people in the house." He stood in the doorway and said to the big yellow dog.

The big yellow dog is very spiritual, it wags its tail and walks around the master bedroom, side bedroom, bathroom, kitchen, all over. Zhao Yang was relieved, and he dragged into the house with a feeling of exhaustion that he had never felt before. I closed the door with my hand, thought about it, and unscrewed the door open a crack. He stood at the door with a kitchen knife in his hand and didn't move for a long time. He was scared, terrified, and didn't know what he was going to do next.

After looking at the time, there were still a few minutes left before the early hours of the morning. Even though he knew that his parents were already resting, he still called them separately with the only hope he had. My father didn't answer it, and neither did my mother. He looked at the missed prompt on the phone screen and smiled sadly. It seems that he has been like this since he was a child, but whenever he needs his parents, they are always not by his side. When he wanted to make decisions for himself and could make decisions for himself, his parents jumped out and used their identities as fathers and mothers to guide and even control his life.

He wondered if his parents would be happier if he died.

He thought again about who he was going to call if he was dead tonight, what he was going to say to them.

At that moment, he suddenly stopped fearing ghosts, and he was not afraid of death.

He leaned against the door frame and flicked his phone's screen.

There are hundreds of people in his address book, in addition to his work partners, relatives who have not been in touch for several years, old classmates who don't show up without asking him to borrow money, colleagues who are friendly on the surface and dig holes for him behind his back, and bosses who want to drain all his remaining value. Once, he felt that he was alive and well, and that he had a lot of things he wanted to have, except that he had not been able to marry a woman he liked.

Now, looking at the hundreds of familiar and unfamiliar numbers on my phone, I suddenly feel sad.

The relatives he thought he had, such as his parents, sisters, seven aunts and eight aunts, didn't care about him that much.

He thought that his classmates, colleagues, and friends were all unprofitable.

What he thought was true love was nothing more than casting a wide net and catching fish. He was not as important in Julie's heart as he thought.

I swiped the address book a few times, cleaned my memories a few times, thought about it, counted it, as if the people he abandoned were the people who really cared about him in this world.

His ex-wife, Wei Lai, would be on standby for him 24 hours a day, and even if she was asleep when he called her, she would respond to him as soon as she woke up. Wherever he wanted to go, she followed him without even asking. When his parents disliked him for having no ability and his sister looked down on him, only Wei Lai lived in the basement with him without regrets, comforted him with a smile, and accompanied him to eat cold steamed buns and drink cold white open.

The clearer the recollection, the more he felt like a jerk.

In addition to Wei Lai, he was also sorry for his two sons.

They are the people in this world who have loved him wholeheartedly since birth, but for the sake of a woman, he made them suffer from single parents and made them become children without fathers in the eyes of others.

He couldn't help but call Wei Lai's number, and the number that had been on standby for him 24 hours a day became "Your call is unanswered, please call again later." "Sorrow poured out like a flood, and he wept uncontrollably as he did before he went to bed.

If the previous tears were grievances, then the current tears are really regrets.

As soon as a person is caught in a sad mood, the brain begins to stop thinking. Zhao Yang closed the door, cried and walked to the living room, and just after a few steps, there was a knock on the door again. He jerked around, didn't even ask, and pulled the door open.

Outside the door stood "Julili".

Zhao Yang was stunned, then closed the door, and when he realized that it was "Julili", cold sweat crawled down his back. Despite his fear, he brought his eyes to the cat's eye. Outside the door, "Julili" did not disappear, but followed his example, turned sideways, and brought his eyes to the cat's eye.

Zhao Yang was frightened, his heartbeat suddenly slowed down by half a beat, he first turned his back to gasp, and then asked in a trembling voice, "Lili, is it you?" ”

"Julie" did not answer, but the big yellow dog that the doorman gave him began to bark at the door......