Chengzhou is a very small city.

Five kilometers to the east, there is an even smaller school, the Flynn School. There are many trees and many birds.

In fact, it is a night school with few teachers and fewer students. As a result, the air here is quite good, and it is literally a sanatorium for the lungs.

During the college entrance examination, the crocodile failed the list, so her mother sent her here to study. My mother said, "In the future, if you mix in society, you must have a diploma." It doesn't matter if it's night school or not, it's a college diploma after all. ”

The crocodile didn't like this place very much.

After dark, people her age may be eating a late-night snack or going to a nightclub, but she actually attends night school here.

As soon as she thought of this, she couldn't help but scold, damn it.

However, she did not disobey her mother's wishes, relatively speaking, she was even more reluctant to get along with the middle-aged woman day and night, and when she came to night school, she was finally independent.

In 1997, the crocodile was 3 years old, went to kindergarten, and just learned to write "Mom and Dad", Mom and Dad divorced.

Her father's surname is Xing, her mother's surname is Li, and her parents gave her a name - "Xing Li". After going to elementary school, she didn't want to call this name anymore, so she changed it to a crocodile. I don't know why, but she likes the word "crocodile" very, very much.

Once, a simple boy from the neighborhood came to her to borrow a pencil sharpener and shouted "Xing Li" outside the window. She picked up a pencil sharpener and ran out to the boy, and raised her hand to pierce him in the eye, and the boy screamed and dodged, and a large hole was cut in the right corner of his eye......

To be precise, it was her mother who left her father, and then she left the farm (originally called the Corps) in the small northeastern border town of Jiamusi and never returned. The little crocodile remembered that her father drank a lot of wine that day, hugged her and cried bitterly, and murmured: "Little crocodile, your mother abandoned us." This is the first lesson life has taught you, you have to learn to be strong! ”

From then on, the house seemed to have been lifted off the roof and became empty. The crocodile had only a vague impression of her mother, and she never saw her since.

Until two years ago, my father died suddenly.

He died of alcoholism.

It was a snowstorm that day, and my father didn't come home late. The little crocodile called him, but no one answered, she was in a hurry, but she didn't know where to find him, so she dialed the phone over and over again, and every time it was the same voice, slowly swallowing: "Toot ...... Honk...... Honk...... Honk...... Honk...... "Doot...... until auto-redial. After that, as long as she heard this voice, the heart of the crocodile was full of sadness and despair, so she rarely called people and always texted.

In the middle of the night, the crocodile fell asleep in bed with his clothes on. She was stunned and had a dream that her father was walking towards her in a place full of white clouds and flowers, and she was smiling as he went. She shouted eagerly, "Dad, where have you been?" ”

The father said, "I'll go there." ”

She thought her father's answer was a bit strange, and said, "I ask you, where have you been?" ”

Still, my father said, "I'm going there." ”

She said, "Where is that?" ”

My father was still smiling, repeating the same sentence: "I'm going there......"

Then, the little crocodile woke up in a flicker. The lights in the room were on, very dazzling, it was dark outside the window, the wind and snow were gone, I don't know what it sent, or what it took away. The little crocodile got up from the bed and wanted to see if her father had returned, but her chest suddenly felt very uncomfortable, as if someone was turning her wheel, pulling her internal organs. She sat down on the head of the bed, pressed her chest hard, and took a deep breath, but there was no relief.

Finally, she walked out with difficulty and cried, "Dad! ”

There was a dead silence in the house.

She went into her father's bedroom and looked, but there was no one.

When she came out, she continued to call her father, still in the same blocked voice: "Toot ...... Honk...... Honk...... Honk...... Toot ......"

She sat down on the couch and thought sensitively: Could this heartache be some kind of induction between her and her father?

She always heard that someone had died, and his child was thousands of miles away without even knowing it, and at the moment when someone was dying, his child was inexplicably filled with grief or physical pain......

The crocodile was frightened and prayed silently: "God, please bless my father!" I need him! ”

About half an hour later, her cell phone rang suddenly, and she rushed over to grab it, it was her father's number. She picked it up nervously and called, "Dad......"

A strange man's voice came from the phone: "I'm a 110 policeman. ”

The heart of the crocodile was cold.

The other party said, "The owner of this phone is your father?" ”

The crocodile said in a low voice, "Yes." He...... What's wrong? ”

The other said, "He's frozen on the side of the road, so come over right away." ”

In fact, my father was dead by then. He didn't freeze to death, the medical examiner said he was suffocated by vomit blocking his trachea.

After his parents divorced, his father never remarried for the sake of the crocodile.

He cooks for the crocodile every day, and pedals an extremely sturdy bicycle to transport her to and from school. He took her out every weekend to play crazy. He didn't get angry at her once.

She loved the smell of smoke and alcohol in her father's body, and the familiar smell dissipated at once.

After his father's death, the crocodile felt that the four walls of the house had also collapsed. She stood alone in this empty world, and there were no tears.

She firmly believes that the moment when her heart is like a knife is the time when her father is dying.

Soon, a middle-aged woman appeared in front of the floral crocodile, she was wearing a cold-colored uniform, her expression was indifferent, and she looked very strange. She is the mother of the crocodile.

She took the floral crocodile to Chengzhou. At that time, the crocodile was in his second year of high school.

On the train, the little crocodile didn't say a word to her mother, and she looked out the window from beginning to end. From the day his mother left, a seed of resentment was planted in the heart of the crocodile. Although we haven't seen each other for so many years, the seed germinated, and time is its fertilizer, and day by day it is jointed, and now it is flourishing and obscuring the sky.

After getting out of the car, my mother smiled reluctantly and whispered, "It's home." ”

The little crocodile glanced at her lightly and asked, "Where is your home?" ”

Generally speaking, night schools do not live on campus, but Flynn School is different. Crocodile likes to live in schools, and she uses Flynn School as a place to stay.

After a few days, she began to feel that she was destined to come to this school, like the sun must set in the sac of the night.