execution boy

Uncle Yamashiro is not a real uncle. On the contrary, he is about my age, a handsome young man, as you can tell by the envious eyes of the girls in the coffee shop.

I looked at him and didn't know what to say for a while. Fortunately, he knew my Chinese was not good, so he chatted with me slowly.

In the conversation with him, I knew that he was an internet writer. The reason why he wanted to meet me was that my story was very attractive to him. He said that he had a feeling of Inception, and hoped that I could tell him my dream in detail. .

Chatting with him is a wonderful thing. My Chinese is mixed with English, and I stumbled about my dreams, as well as everything I encountered in real life. I even told everything about being bullied by my classmates in school. over him.

He doesn't talk much, and occasionally asks me some questions, and I have the illusion that he is interested in everything about me because his eyes are so focused.

It was getting late while we were chatting, and my father called at this time. I don’t remember my father’s phone number at all. He hasn’t called me for many years, but I know it’s my father. I hesitated and answered it. up.

I haven't talked to my father for a long time, and my father's voice is still full of anger. I can feel that my father is trying to restrain himself. The only purpose is to let me go home early.

I talked to my father in English for a few minutes, then hung up the phone and looked at Uncle Yamashiro. It was obvious that Uncle Yamashiro's face changed, and then returned to normal.

I smiled and said, "Uncle Shancheng must not be your real name, what is your name, can you tell me?"

He said, "My name is Qiu Xu."

He wrote his name on a napkin, and I read it and said, "Chou, isn't this the pronunciation of CHOU?"

He paused, then smiled: "When it's used as a surname, say QIU."

I nodded: "Chinese is really difficult, I don't know many characters."

He said, "Actually, if you don't mind, I can teach you."

My eyes lit up: "Really? You don't know how much it costs to hire a Chinese teacher! Are you really willing to teach me?"

Because my Chinese is not good, I suffer a lot at work and always cause trouble for others. I really need a Chinese teacher, preferably one with an affordable price.

Qiu Xu nodded: "I'm a writer, and I have free time, so teaching you Chinese should be no problem. Besides, we are already friends, aren't we?"

His last sentence was very deep and magnetic, I blushed suddenly and nodded.

I think I'm a bit lucky. I haven't been in China for a long time, but all I met were kind people.

The conversation was very pleasant, although I didn't really intend to have the cheek to ask Qiu Xu to teach me Chinese. After all, it is very impolite to take up other people's time, and Chinese people are very polite. Maybe he just said that, like many The Chinese said to me: "Let's have dinner together next time!"

But as time goes on, I know that this is just a polite remark, because very few people really make appointments for dinner.

But Qiu Xu did not break his promise. After we added WeChat to each other, he took the initiative to tell me that he would teach me Chinese every Saturday afternoon. This is a great blessing to me.

I said I could pay him something I could afford, but he smiled and said no, and made an appointment to go to his home every Saturday for tutoring.

Perhaps in China, very few people will really invite a stranger to their home. In China, everyone is polite when they meet each other, reciprocating courtesy and not disturbing each other.

But I don’t think it’s a big deal. One is that I basically belong to the proletariat in China, and the other is that I’m so poor that people won’t covet my money.

As for sex, I think with his looks, there should be many girls looking for him. To be honest, in terms of looks, I think people will believe me only if I covet him.

Indeed, I am very interested in him, this is the first time in real life, more of my heart is given to the dream.

Maybe it's because they look alike.

I became very much looking forward to the arrival of Saturday, until I stood in front of their house, my heart was still nervous.

I have never looked forward to a date with a person so much. Before coming, I even went to the barber shop to curl up my hair and dress up to look more mature, because Qiu Xu looks like a very mature boy.

I think I'm really not normal, I seem to like a boy.

I have never liked anyone before, so this anxiety of anticipation makes me both excited and scared, not to mention that the other party is a boy like me.

I don't know what's wrong, I just hope that when he sees me, he thinks I'm not annoying, maybe he wants to make up for the embarrassing impression brought by that cup of coffee.

But I didn't expect his home to be in such a good neighborhood.

I have been in China for a while, and I probably know the situation in Beijing. Many people who look well dressed in suits live in a small room, and sometimes even five or six people share an apartment. The house price is outrageous.

And this community looks like a high-end community, even if Qiu Xu rents here, he still has to pay expensive fees every month.

After finally finding the house number of their house, he knocked on the door, and he opened the door, wearing comfortable shorts, a T-shirt and flip flops, and his hair was randomly twisted.

But I admit that I was infatuated for a while, this person is good-looking no matter how you look at it.

He asked me to come in, and I found that he was not sharing the room with others. The room was very messy, but the place was very large. It looked like a residence for a man living alone.

He opened the refrigerator and took out two cans of beer and asked me, "Drink?"

I smiled and said, "I don't know how to drink."

He smiled: "This is orange wine, it doesn't have any strength."

I took a sip, the sweet and sour taste of orange was actually delicious.

Immediately afterwards, I suddenly felt top-heavy and dizzy, and I didn't know what happened after that.

When I woke up again, I found myself in a dark room.

The heavy curtains blocked all the sunlight. I didn't know whether it was day or night. I sat on the ground with my hands tied behind my back.

It took me a while to realize that I had been kidnapped.

This cognition has exceeded all my thoughts. I never thought that I would be kidnapped one day. I looked around and found that there was almost nothing in this room, only a single bed and a coffee table.

I don't know if I'm still at Qiu Xu's house now.

Qiu Xu, why did he kidnap me?

I tried to untie the rope in the dark, but it was tied so tightly that I couldn't break free. In the end, the skin on my wrist was worn out, and the rope still showed no sign of loosening.

Nervousness, fear, even anger, many kinds of emotions linger in my chest and I can't express them, and the dark smell around me suffocates me. I feel that every minute is a torment for me.

I don't know how long it took before the door opened and Qiu Xu walked in. He was holding a mobile phone in his hand. He seemed to be talking to someone. He glanced at me and handed the phone to me for me to answer.

The father's anxious voice came from the phone: "Mark, are you okay?"

My tears dripped down instantly, Qiu Xu just looked at me like this, expressionless.

As soon as I made a few sounds, Qiu Xu took the phone back, turned on the speakerphone in front of me, and said to his father, "Did you hear his voice? He's still alive, don't worry, but you won't know after a while." .”

The father shouted loudly: "If you dare to touch a hair of my son, I will kill you."

My father said this sentence in Chinese, and I never knew that my father's Chinese was so good.

Qiu Xu smiled: "Why do you want my life? Do you know who I am and where I am? Hehe."

The father was silent for a while: "What exactly do you want? I can give you money! As long as you let my son go, I can give you a lot of money, 500 million! Is 500 million enough?"

I have never heard my father's voice so flustered. My tears couldn't stop flowing, but there was nothing I could do.

Qiu Xu smiled slightly: "Is your son's life only worth 500 million?"

Father shouted: "How much do you want, make a price!"

Qiu Xu said: "I want you to come to China yourself and pick up your son. Do you dare to come?"

My father was silent suddenly, and I was also surprised.

Usually kidnappers go for money, but Qiu Xu actually wanted his father to come to China.

After more than ten seconds, my father seemed to be thinking about something, and Qiu Xu was not in a hurry, and then his father's voice came: "Is there something wrong with you? Do you know me?"

Qiu Xu twitched the corner of his mouth: "It's very familiar, Mr. Ross."

"who are you?"

Qiu Xu didn't answer him, hung up the phone, and then slid a finger across my face and said, "Xiaodao, it's nice to see you again, I'm Zhao Yi."

I was too shocked to tell.

Zhao translation?Zhao Yi in my dream?How could he live in real life?

"How is this possible? It was just my dream." I said unconsciously.

He tousled my hair like he did when he was a child, then turned and walked out the door.

This incident shocked me for a long time, until a girl came in, holding some bread and milk in her hand, and pretended to feed me, I turned my face away, and she smiled and said: "You should eat some, you are already unconscious For 20 hours, the body will not be able to bear it if you don’t eat any more.”

The words are full of concern, but the indifference in her eyes scares me.

I asked, "Is he really called Zhao Yi?"

She nodded: "Of course."

"who are you?"

The girl smiled and said, "I am his sister."

I looked at the girl carefully. She was very beautiful, with long brown hair and a fair and clean face.

"Zhao Yi has no younger sister."

When the girl heard me say this, her eyes became colder, but she still said to me: "I am his sister picked up by him, and he and I depend on each other for life."

"Does he have an older brother?" I asked cautiously.

The girl nodded: "Yes, it's called Zhao Cheng."

I finally believed it at this time.

In my conversation with Uncle Shancheng, I never mentioned Zhao Cheng's name, so everything about him was not a joke to deceive me.

My dream is true, there is really a person named Zhao Yi in this world, and his brother is named Zhao Cheng.

Everything that happened in my dream was real.

I did stay in China when I was a child, and I did live in the Zhao family.

I suddenly felt a pain in my head, an involuntary pain.

Because if all of this is true, then it means that everything my father told me is false. It is not that I have a disease that causes insanity, but that he wants me to forget about my time in China.

But what are these for?

Zhao Yi, brother whom I haven't seen for many years, why did he kidnap me as soon as we met? Why did he insist on asking my father to come here in person?

The girl looked at my panic, smiled and said: "Don't worry, brother will tell you everything."

I asked weakly, "How do you know?"

The girl smiled: "Who would hide a dying person?"