ex-husband high energy

The winter of 2030 was particularly ferocious, and there were two heavy snowfalls in Xiyan City in less than December.

It was colder in the mountains than in the city. Zong Ming was afraid that the flowers and plants in the backyard would freeze to death, so he took advantage of the clear sky to set up a greenhouse in the garden, and finally saved those who were almost pulled out by Jiao Lei before the third snowfall. Roses of cucumbers and radishes.

The expressway has been closed, and if you want to enter the city, you can only take the provincial road. Levi's waited for several days, and finally saw that the snow had almost melted. This morning, he drove a nanny car to the city to buy daily necessities - Shihu Farm Everything is good, but the place is too remote, and the express delivery stops as soon as winter comes, so I have to buy everything I want.

Adults can make do with it, but children can’t do it. Milk powder needs to be stockpiled, supplementary food needs to be bought, snacks, toys, and new clothes for Christmas... Fortunately, Zong Ming has completely recovered and can stay at home with the children, without him having to be a father. As a mother, I go to the supermarket with my son on my back.

The sky was still clear in the morning, but there were thin snowflakes in the sky at noon. Zong Ming called Levi's after dinner and learned that there was no snow in the city for the time being, so he felt a little more at ease.

Maybe the older you get, the more you become a mother-in-law, looking forward and backward, and can no longer be free and easy...Zong Ming hugged his son and watched TV in front of the fireplace, while lamenting in his heart that he had passed away...no, it was the youth that had already passed away.

In the blink of an eye, Zong Weiwei has been fifteen months old, and Yuxue, who looks like a dough ball, is cute, and she bears a resemblance to her own father, Levi's.His personality is also very similar to Levi's. He is cheerful, well-behaved, and loves to laugh. He often wakes himself up laughing while falling asleep, and when he wakes up, he will continue to laugh for a quarter of an hour holding a big sword.

Yes, this kid doesn't like cats, cats, dogs, rabbits, bears, etc., but likes the big toy sword that Levi's sewed for him.Zong Ming was also puzzled, why the first toy Levi made for his son turned out to be a big sword, could it be because of some unspeakable homophony?

This guy has gotten dirtier and dirtier since he got married!

Levi's was so pissed off by his YY that he forced him to watch more than 100 episodes of "Armor Warrior".So Zong Ming finally understood that this broken sword was called "Aurora Sword", which was transformed from the totem on the Emperor Xia's special weapon "Aurora Shield". Levi's biggest dream when he was a child was to own such a powerful broken sword.

Ah, what a pain to comprehend!

For this, he watched more than 100 episodes of low-school animation, more than 100 episodes!

He hates the big sword!

However, his son was obsessed with the big sword and couldn't extricate himself. Zong Weiwei sat on Zong Ming's lap and watched the suspense drama.Zong Ming touched the touchpad and clicked it, watching it with his son bored.

The current web dramas are getting more and more outrageous, even the suspense can be filmed with a drama style, the villains' IQs are all below [-], the protagonist's golden fingers... no, golden thighs... no, Jin Man's waist is as thick as hell, From the very first episode, the villain was slapped in the face and the villain was abused. Watching it makes people sweat profusely on the back—isn’t the police of this level going out to solve the case?

I was so awesome that I lost half my life back then!

Zong Ming was full of deep worries about the criminal investigation of the motherland, and he stroked his son's hairy head and taught him: "Wei Wei, just look at it, don't take it to heart, criminals are cunning, don't underestimate the enemy, otherwise I don't know how I died..."

Zong Weiwei grinned, waved his big sword and shouted, "Boo Ji Dao, Boo Ji Dao!"

Looking at his son's blank smiling face, Zong Ming deeply felt that he might be thinking too much—this child of this age can't tell the difference between a human and a dog, so it's the same for any drama he watches, just for fun.

After two episodes, Zong Weiwei fell asleep on his chest.Zong Ming carefully put his son back in the cradle, covered him with a small blanket, and went back to the fireplace to continue watching the drama.Rommel finally waited for the opportunity, leaned on him to occupy the exclusive seat of Zong Weiwei's children, and snored comfortably.

Zong Ming watched the drama while stroking the cat. In the projection, the protagonist solved the puzzle set by the criminal and was having an awkward chat with the big villain in the thief's den.Following the cosmic truth that "villains die from talking too much", the conversation was long and dull. Zong Ming listened hypnotically, but all the things he had experienced slowly emerged in his mind...

It has been more than three years since he left the bloody criminal police career. For more than three years, he has been living the same life as ordinary people, resting, recovering, taking care of the business under his name, and raising his and Levi's only child...

Life was smooth and sweet, with no gunshots, no murders, no deliberate attempts to kill his opponents.The biggest difficulty he needs to face every day is just adapting to his ordinaryness and expelling the nightmare that follows him everywhere.

Yes, he's still having nightmares to this day.

He used to think it was a sequela caused by brain damage, but more than a year ago, Yu Tianhe confirmed that the E virus in his body had been completely eliminated, and his brain had completely healed. After that, he still dreamed that he was solving crimes every now and then.

The more ordinary the real life is, the more intense his dreams are. His life seems to be torn into two extremes, the daytime is full of wind and snow, and the night is full of guns and bullets.

Sometimes he even has a strange sense of dislocation—day and night, which one is real and which one is illusion?

The comfortable life is warm and soothing, but it is very strange to him, because he has spent the entire first half of his life in turmoil. Even if he convinces himself, his instinct is still more suitable for the ubiquitous tension in the nightmare.

This kind of tension made him feel oppressed and anxious, but at the same time he felt at ease and felt that he was worthy.

It's really shaking... Zong Ming laughed at himself, turned off the projector, got up and went downstairs to meet his wife - the door rang, Levi's should be back.

It was snowing heavily outside, and there was a thin layer of snow in the courtyard. Patton and Zhukov were having fun in the vegetable field, stirring up snow foam all over the sky.Levi's opened the trunk, which was full of things, milk powder, cat food, dog food, and a large can of millet that Montgomery liked to eat.Two huge thermal bags were piled up on the back seat, which should contain fresh meat for the two adults.

"So much? Didn't you empty the supermarket?" Zong Ming dragged the flatbed truck over to help him unload the goods.

Levi's was wearing a thin cashmere sweater, his nose was red from the cold, but his young body was steaming, "It's enough for us to eat until the Chinese New Year. The weather forecast says that it will snow soon, and we will have to wait until the end of the twelfth lunar month when we go out next time."

Zong Ming pulled out the down jacket from the car and put it on him, and the two pushed the flatbed cart to the kitchen together, Levi's packed the food, and Zong Ming went out to park the car.

"Is Weiwei good or not?" Levi's finished cleaning up, and threw a lamb chop into the pot, ready to eat braised lamb chops at night.

"Hey, I fell asleep after watching a few episodes of drama." Zong Ming tacitly took out various spices from the cabinet to prepare stewed meat buns, "Is the road easy to go, have you put on snow chains? I'll go shopping next time, I'm more nervous than you when you drive out."

Levi's didn't answer, and sat on the high chair, holding his face and laughing.Zong Ming felt that his smile was a bit sinister, and said vigilantly: "What's wrong with you, smiling so obscenely?"

"How can I be wretched? My face is simply the embodiment of justice." Levi's had been with him for a long time, and he became shameless, taking out a beautifully packaged box from his pocket, Behind his back, "Actually, I went to the city today to get you a Christmas present, do you want to know what it is?"

"Isn't there still 20 days left for Christmas?" Zong Ming sat across from him, and looked at him with cupped faces, "What is it?"

"Guess."

"Can't guess."

"Are you too lazy to guess?" Levi sneered, and handed him the box, "Forget it, I guess you won't be able to guess, so give it."

Zong Ming belonged to the type of holding hands and going backwards, commonly known as a stubborn donkey, but he guessed it when he was agitated: "The complete works of Lord of the Rings? Dungeons and Dragons cards? Lego... sexy underwear? Viagra... Impossible to me Don't use that stuff!"

Levi shook his head again and again, and laughed loudly: "You can't guess it even if you kill it, open it and see for yourself!"

Zong Ming was not convinced, but he couldn't figure it out, so he could only open the box muttering... Then he was dumbfounded: "Poetry collection? Are you going too far? Am I so illiterate that I need to send a collection of poems to satirize?!"

"Look carefully!" Levi's patted him, "Look at the cover!"

""Sonnets at the Bottom of the Atlantic"... the author...Kong Jing?!!!" An ominous premonition rose in Zong Ming's heart, he opened the middle page and scanned it, and suddenly thunder struck, "What is this riding on a horse? "

"Your quotations." Levi's raised his face and stared at him, "Read it carefully, does it have a poetic rhythm?"

"You dead boy!!!" Zong Ming ran away, closed the book and beat him desperately, "I stuttered pathologically, you actually memorized it all, and even saved a collection of poems... Bah, bah, bah! What a god! A collection of poems! How can there be such a collection of poems in the world!!!”

"Ahhh!" Levi's yelled, "Why isn't it a collection of poems? Take a closer look, it's really interesting!"

"Interesting fart! You're basing your happiness on Lao Tzu's pain!" Zong Ming chased him all over the room, "I've spoiled you so much! You're taking advantage of others! That Lao Tzu It’s hard to know how hard it is to jump three or five words in two years, and you actually copied it down as a joke! No, you get down on the ground and see if I don’t kill you!"

Levi's was thrown to the ground by him, and he crawled and crawled under the coffee table, hugging the sofa legs and refusing to let go: "You are the one who said that you want to be a serious writer, and you are the one who said that our web writers are all at the bottom of the food chain, you You bite me back...I can't even bear to spend the money on my own books for the book number I bought for you..."

"Who are you to be my father, huh?" Zong Ming was so powerful that he lifted the coffee table, stuffed the collection of poems into his mouth, rode on his waist and began to take off his pants, "It's against you, you put it on today." Let me eat this book, how long I will fuck you, you'd better eat it until tomorrow morning!"

Levi was scratched by him, and laughed wildly, "Let go... I'm calling a dog to bite you! Both Patton and Zhukov are mine... Let go! Ah!"

Zong Ming is a donkey. When he is sick, one-three-five, and when he is well, one-two-three-four-five-six-seven. Levi's can't beat him at all, so he can only helplessly beg: "Go, go to the sofa, the wife on the ground is... It's too hard, I'm going to break it!"

Zong Ming picked him up and threw him on the sofa, then stretched out his arms and picked up the poetry collection and stuffed it into his mouth: "I made it up to death and cried for me to finish it!"

"Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooow

Before I published it, I specially asked a teacher from the Writers Association to polish it up, it's pretty good...

Two hours later, the mutton was stewed. Levi sat disheveled on the dining chair, watching Zong Ming eat the meat with red eyes. A collection of poems like dried pickles.

"I was wrong." Levi's whimpered, "I want to eat meat."

"If an apology is useful, why do you need the police?" Zong Ming gnawed on the delicious lamb chops and gave him a white look.

"I am the policeman." Levi continued to cry, "I declare that I can eat meat."

Zong Ming laughed angrily at him, and said with a stern face: "Do you know that you are wrong?"

Levi's nodded like a pounding garlic.Zong Ming said again: "Where did you go wrong?"

"I shouldn't use your quotations to publish a collection of poems. I'm guilty, and I will never dare again."

Zong Ming looked at him for a long time, took out a tissue and wiped his drool that was about to flow out, "There is no future, it is enough for one person in the family to be a demon, and you will be good to me in the future."

Levi's finally got a big bowl of lamb chops, and he ate it voraciously, muttering in a low voice while eating: "You also know that you are a demon..."

"say what?"

"No, no, I said the meat is delicious..."

"Am I delicious?"

"……Delicious."

"Continue to eat for you that night."

"No... No matter how delicious it is, I can't eat it every day. How old are you... I was wrong! Don't take my lamb chops away! I eat as I eat... Can I continue to eat at night?"

Levi's wanted to cry but had no tears. If he knew it, he might as well just buy him a box of chocolates as a Christmas present.

What kind of poetry collection?

20 days passed in a blink of an eye, and Christmas came.

On the morning of Christmas Eve, Zong Ming drove to the farm and bought a small fir tree, and brought Zong Weiwei together to decorate it into a Christmas tree. When the lights were turned on, it was very beautiful.

After dinner, the family of three sat under the tree unwrapping presents. Zong Weiwei was wearing a small red cloak and a small green bow tie. He was handsome and energetic. The chubby hand finally tore open a cardboard box and took out a plastic dinosaur from it. , handed it over to Levi like a treasure, and hugged his neck, making him drool all over his face.

Levi's put his son on his neck and taught him how to reach a high gift box. The phone rang suddenly, and it was the editor of the publishing house.

"Merry Christmas!" Levi answered the phone with one hand holding his son's buttocks and the other.Zong Ming was afraid of throwing the child, so he hugged the child carefully and let him sit on his shoulder to continue playing.

"Huh? Really?" Levi's said in surprise, "Out of stock? Reprint... [-] copies?! Isn't it?"

I don't know what was said on the other end of the phone, Levi's eyelids trembled, and he hesitated: "This...isn't appropriate? He is just a newcomer, and he only published his first book... It's not a matter of schedule, he is at home In my free time, I just take care of the children and cats... Oh, Xiyan City... So, can I answer you tomorrow? I'll discuss it with him first."

Zong Ming listened to him attentively, and when he saw him hang up the line, he immediately asked suspiciously: "Who? What [-] volumes? What schedule?"

Levi's looked at his wolf-like eyes, shivered, and forced a smile: "No, it's okay, let's continue unwrapping the presents? Uh, do you want to have a supper? Let me cook some sweet-scented osmanthus dumplings for you?"

Zong Ming carried his son on his back and watched him negatively: "Speak well!"

Levi's gulped down a mouthful of saliva, took two steps back, kept a safe distance from him, and said tremblingly, "Zong Ming, calm down... Don't scare the children during the big festival... I said it, I really said it ...You, your poetry collection is so popular that it is out of stock, and the publishing house contacted me to reprint [-] copies...Stop! Don't come here! Be careful that Weiwei is about to fall!"

Zong Weiwei hugged Zong Ming's head, and said with a wink, "No way, no way! Weiwei is so steady!"

Levi's: Son, don't lie to your father at critical moments!

Zong Ming pushed his son's hands away, held each hand firmly, and said with a strange smile: "Huh?! Out of stock? Can the broken book be out of stock?"

"Both bookstores and online are out of stock." Levi's also looked confused. He was completely joking when he published this book. The first printing was only set for [-]. He didn't expect that it would be sold out within a month of its release!

Hell, electronic reading is prevalent these days, and the first print of a popular writer is only [-]. Zong Ming, who is half illiterate, actually prints [-] twice!

Is there any law left!

"The editor said that the printing factory has been notified to rush to work today, and it is estimated that [-] copies of the second printing will be released within three days." Levi said to Zong Ming as if dreaming, "He said that your poetry collection is now very popular on the Internet. , the spread is higher than the online drama that is currently on the air—the one that Weiwei likes to watch—they plan to do a book signing!"

"Huh?" Zong Ming suspected that there was something wrong with his ears. "Signing the sale? What kind of international joke! The broken booklet asked me to sign it? Your editor is not a fool, right?"

"He, he said to try to hold a signing event in Xiyan City first." Levi said, "If the response is good, we will hold a national tour signing event, and then we will give you an award next year..."

Eyes met, awkward silence.

"Hahahahaha!" Zong Ming suddenly laughed wildly, laughing so much that Zong Weiwei almost fell off his shoulders.Li Weisi quickly caught his son, and stammered: "Zong, Zong Ming, calm down, if you don't sign the deal, you won't sign it. Don't go crazy?!"

Zong Ming managed to stop his laughter, wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, and said tremblingly: "Sign the sale, sign the sale, tell the editor that I agree, and let him send you the contract."

"Ah?" Levi looked at him in horror while holding the child, "What?"

Zong Ming straightened his expression and said, "Well, I'm a well-known poet now, a serious writer, and a cultural person. You can't laugh at me for being illiterate in the future, understand?"

Levi's: "..."

Zong Ming nodded and walked upstairs: "I'm going to look for my Montblanc. I haven't used it for several years. I don't know if it's broken... What are you still doing? Put the child to sleep, cook for supper and bring it up , don't think that I can escape death if I become popular, just wait and cry tonight!"

Levi's was shivering with the baby in his arms, and wanted to cry now.

The publishing house acted swiftly and resolutely. Levi's made a phone call, and the editor told him that the signing plan was OK.

On New Year's Day, Zong Ming embarked on the road of signing with indescribable feelings.

In fact, he regretted it the next morning after agreeing to sign the sale, but he said everything, and Levi's called, so he could only bite the bullet.

In fact, until now he has not had the courage to read his legendary anthology of poems that have been popular in dramas. It is too embarrassing. Wow, I actually admire this kind of inexplicable "work".

Did Wen Quxing drink too much during the festival?

To make matters worse, paparazzi Xiao Hu and Xiao Wang's first child had a full moon, and Levi was invited to drink full moon wine, so Zong Ming had to take Zong Weiwei to sign the sale.

At 02:30 in the afternoon, he slipped into the bookstore wearing sunglasses and hugging his son like a thief. He was taken aback when he went up to the second floor—readers waiting to sign the book had already lined up, conservatively estimated There are twenty or thirty people!

These are all hired by the publishing house, right?Zombie fans?For the first time in Zong Ming's life, he felt a little cramp in his calf, and he was not so nervous when he got married.

"Hey, Teacher Kong, are you here?" The editor's eyes were piercing, and before he could escape, he grabbed him and sat him down on the chair.I don't know where a young man like Wen Wenjing can get so much strength.

Zong Ming's head was full of black lines, and the editor had already picked up the microphone to announce the start of the signing, and readers gathered around holding "Sonnets at the Bottom of the Atlantic".

"Your poems are so well written, Mr. Kong!" A boy of eighteen or nineteen said excitedly to Zong Ming, "I was planning to jump off a building that day, but I picked up your book by accident and glanced at it and couldn't put it down." Yes, I feel indescribable power from your poems, you are the one who saved me!"

Zong Ming: "..."

"I am Teacher Kong who came here for my daughter. She was very painful when she lost her love that day. She came out of the shadows after reading your poems!" An old lady said gratefully, "Later, she met the present through the poetry club. Boyfriend, you are a hundred times better than that scumbag before, and my wife and I are very grateful to you!" He said and put a glass jar by his hand, "This is the tomato sauce I made with my own hands, the exclusive secret recipe, you take Go back and try something new...Is this your son? He's so cute, I'll knit him a woolen hat later!"

Zong Ming: "..." The ketchup was well received.

"Mr. Kong didn't expect you to be so handsome." A young woman blushed and handed him a collection of poems, "Please sign me 'Give me my little rose'. Little Rose is my daughter." He picked up the little girl and showed it to Zong Ming, "One year and three months old, I hope she can be as strong and brave as written in your poem!"

Zong Ming: "..." Oh Yaoshou, if any girl talks like me, don't make plans in this life.

"Cuckoo!" Zong Weiwei stared at Little Rose, waving the pacifier to reach her, "Dad, Dad, I want to cuckoo!"

Half a year ago, Li Zhen and Eden brought little Haili to China to visit relatives. Zong Weiwei didn't remember the farewell, so he made a note to call Haili "Auntie". Girls who are about the same age are called "Gu Gu".

"It's my little sister, only Hai Li is my aunt, so don't bark." Zong Ming patted his son's head helplessly, and put him down to play with Little Rose.Little Rose has a very cheerful personality, she took the initiative to shake Zong Weiwei with her little hand, and took out a lollipop from her pocket to give him.

Zong Weiwei was immediately fancied by Little Rose. She searched all her pockets but couldn't find snacks. She stomped her feet anxiously, and handed her the pacifier with an idea: "Give it to my sister!"

Zong Ming didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and Little Rose's mother also laughed and said, "No need, kid, thank you."

Little Rose took out her pacifier from her pocket and showed it to him: "I have one too, pink, Hello Kitty."

"Yellow, yellow." Zong Weiwei waved her pacifier and said, "Big yellow duck."

The two children had a deep and friendly exchange on the color, taste and the story behind the pacifier. Little Rose's mother watched the child, and Zong Ming continued to sign the sale.

Half an hour later, Little Rose yawned to show that she was tired, and hugged her mother's leg to hug her.

"She may be sleepy, so I'll take her away first, Mr. Kong." Little Rose's mother picked up her daughter and bid farewell to Zong Ming.Zong Weiwei reluctantly waved her paw goodbye, climbed onto Zong Ming's lap, nestled in his arms and dozed off.

After another hour, the signing was finally over, and the editor issued a speech of thanks.Zong Ming seemed to have died once, he lifted his sunglasses and wiped the cold sweat on his nose, and was about to leave with his son who was sleeping like a piglet in his arms.

"Thanks for your hard work, Mr. Kong." The editor was very satisfied with today's event, and discussed with Zong Ming about the upcoming national signing tour. The weather is not as cold as it is now..."

Zong Ming sincerely declined: "Let's forget it, I published this thing... This collection of poems is purely accidental, and I agreed to sign the book signing today to thank you for your hard work in publishing it, and to cooperate with the publishing house's activities. Sign tours or something Forget it, I ask myself if I am not worthy of being called a poet, I should leave the opportunity to those more professional and greater writers!"

"But your collection of poems is really good, and the response has surpassed that of many well-known writers." The editor said regretfully, "Can you think about it again? I heard from Mr. Li that you are taking care of your children at home, why not consider becoming a professional writer You may not understand your own value, your words have a particularly direct and deafening power, it would be a pity to just give up..."

Zong Ming didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and there was a feeling of confusion in his subconscious—can I really become a professional writer?

It has been three and a half years since the superbrain case was closed. He has been recovering for the first two years, and then he has been busy raising children and managing business. He seems to have completely forgotten that he was once a criminal policeman.

Are you really enjoying this peaceful life?Or for some reason, have been escaping from my own heart?

The bullet that pierced his left chest, the plane that crashed into the Caribbean Sea, those two months of wandering around under the Death Scythe... Did it shatter his fighting spirit and make him dare not face up to his ideal?

Those terrifying scenes that frequently appear in nightmares—the scarlet sea of ​​blood, the burning castle, Levi's with blood gushing from his chest, and the crying child...are they forcing him like a terrible spell, forcing him to retreat? A comfortable life, retreating to the mediocrity he was once ashamed of?

Zong Ming suddenly felt that he was thinking too deeply, and immediately shook his head, pulled his thoughts out of the negative emotions, and said, "Sorry, I'm really not interested in writing, and I don't have any real talent. That's awesome. I guess I'll just... keep being my house husband."

The editor couldn't convince him, so he had to give up regretfully. Before leaving, he left his phone number and WeChat, and told him to contact himself if he had any new works.

Zong Ming bid farewell to the editor, took the escalator downstairs, and was about to drive to the hotel to pick up Levi's. Just as he went down to the first floor, he suddenly saw a group of people at the front desk, and a woman was crying loudly in the middle of the crowd.

Zong Ming's eyesight was very good, and he could see through the gaps in the crowd that it was Little Rose's mother. He hurriedly squeezed Zong Weiwei in his arms and asked her what was going on.

Little Rose's mother was crying out of breath. It turned out that she took her daughter to the children's book area on the first floor to choose picture books. Little Rose was fascinated by a pop-up book, so she sat on a small bean bag in the corner and played with the three-dimensional origami in the book .The mother chose the book and went to the self-service checkout. When she turned around, she found that her daughter was missing. She immediately went downstairs to send a missing person broadcast, and called the police to monitor, but after nearly half an hour of tossing, she couldn't even find the shadow of Little Rose.

"I just lowered my head and opened the app, swiped a payment code, and looked up again, and the baby was gone, and the bean bag was empty!" Little Rose's mother cried, "It didn't take more than a minute, I swear!"

Zong Ming took out a tissue and handed it to her. While looking at the layout of the children's book area from a distance, he asked her, "Are you sure it's only 1 minute?"

"It's really only 1 minute. The self-service cash register is facing the bean bag. I choose self-service payment because I can see the child all the time!" Little Rose's mother said, "I only get low when I open the app and scan the code. Just turn your head, and keep looking at the child the rest of the time!"

"Was there anyone around at the time?"

"It seems that there are several children, parents... and staff... I can't remember." Little Rose's mother couldn't stand crying, "How could this be? I come here every month to buy books for the children , something like this has never happened before..."

Zong Weiwei was woken up, rubbed her eyes ignorantly, and searched Zong Ming's pockets for a pacifier.Zong Ming took it out to him, and asked the waiter, "Is the monitoring out?"

"The security department has been notified... Hey, the security manager is here!"

A middle-aged man in a security uniform came over and said profusely with sweat, "I'm sorry, we just checked the surveillance, and the corner where your child is staying is just a blind spot..."

"Why are there blind spots in the children's book area?" Zong Ming asked suspiciously, "How did you pass the safety inspection?"

He has the kind of pressure that only the police have. The security manager replied without thinking: "It's not a blind spot, it's because the surveillance camera on the corner over there broke down last night and is being repaired. According to regulations, we should replace it within 24 hours." Yes, it can be installed tonight, who knew that this kind of thing would happen suddenly this afternoon!"

"What a coincidence?" Zong Ming frowned and muttered, then suddenly asked, "Who knows about this?"

"Uh...me, the security guard on the first floor, the stockist in the children's book area, and the workers in the maintenance department."

Zong Ming looked around and said, "Either you call the relevant personnel over to ask about it first, so that the police don't come and ask and don't know."

"That's right!" The security manager hurriedly called someone to call the security guard and the tally staff, and asked at the main service desk.

Zong Ming stood beside him with his child in his arms, and carefully observed the expressions and body movements of several people through the sunglasses. After a while, he quietly moved to an honest middle-aged man, and asked abruptly, "Are you today's tour guide?" Field security?"

The middle-aged man was taken aback for a moment, and his back immediately tensed up. After seeing him clearly holding the child, the muscles on his face relaxed a little, and he said, "Yes."

"You happened to be patrolling the children's book area when the incident happened?"

"Yes."

"Oh." Zong Ming sighed, "It's too miserable, this mother is really, she doesn't care at all, and she can't even look after her own child... Tsk tsk, it's too uncomfortable for such a small child to leave there alone to read a book." It should be."

"Yes, yes!" the security guard said excitedly, "A child who is more than one year old is still a little girl, how can he be so careless, women nowadays really... are not worthy of being mothers!"

Zong Ming nodded again and again, then suddenly took off Zong Weiwei's pacifier and stuffed it into his coat pocket, holding him with one hand and taking out something from his trouser pocket.Zong Weiwei just woke up, without a pacifier, she immediately writhed and groaned, struggling endlessly.Zong Ming was so troubled by him that he couldn't hold him anymore, so he handed him to the security guard: "Please give me a hug, I'm looking for something... why can't I touch it..."

A frantic light flashed in the security guard's eyes, and he immediately took the child over, his hands trembling slightly.Zong Ming pretended to continue to search his trouser pockets, his eyes shot coldly from the corner of his sunglasses, observed his expression, paused, and suddenly pointed to his slightly protruding pocket, and said to Zong Weiwei: "Hey, Weiwei, See what this is?"

The security guard didn't react at all, Zong Weiwei had already reached into the chubby pocket of his uniform, and pulled out a pink Hello Kitty pacifier.

The security guard's face changed, and Zong Ming suddenly got into trouble. He snatched his son from him, grabbed his wrist with one hand, twisted it, pushed him to the ground, and bent his knees against his lower back.

Everyone was stunned, the security manager was dumbfounded, and murmured: "You, what are you doing?"

"The child is still in the book city, look for it!" Zong Ming held the middle-aged security guard firmly, and said sharply, "The security lounge, open warehouse, stairwell, closed toilet cubicle...all the places this person can enter , go find it immediately!"

"Let me go!" The security came back to his senses, struggling violently, the veins on his forehead throbbed violently, and his eyes were flickering with a crazy and fierce light!

Little Rose's mother recognized the pacifier in Zong Weiwei's hand, screamed and rushed over, pinched his neck and yelled, "Where's my daughter? You bastard! Where did you hide her?"

Two policemen separated from the crowd and walked in. Zong Ming silently pushed away Little Rose's mother's hand and handed over the security guard to them: "This person may be mentally ill. He took the child away secretly. It should not have been transferred out in such a short time. , additional manpower can be found soon.”

After chaotic interrogation and search, half an hour later a tally worker found Little Rose unconscious from the corner of the underground warehouse.After a sudden interrogation, the police found that the security guard had just lost his two-year-old daughter, his wife committed suicide in grief, and his spirit was on the verge of collapse...

As night fell, Levi picked up Zong Ming and Zong Weiwei from the police station, and the family of three returned to Shihu Farm.

Zong Weiwei was already asleep, still holding the Hello Kitty pacifier that Little Rose gave him.Levi's glanced at his son in the rearview mirror and asked Zong Ming, "How do you know it's him?"

"Huh?" Zong Ming seemed to have been awakened by a start, and he paused before saying, "Being able to steal the child within a minute or two, hide it, and be familiar with the blind spots of surveillance, it must be done by insiders. I asked the security manager to report the suspect All the people came over, and after scanning it, they found that the person seemed to have a mental problem...it's nothing special, and you could solve the case in 2 minutes."

"how do you feel?"

"Ok?"

"How does it feel to be a poet?"

Zong Ming smiled and shook his head.

"What about being a criminal police officer?"

Zong Ming was startled, and silently looked at Levi in ​​the rearview mirror.

Reeves was watching him in the rearview mirror, too.

The two looked at each other for five seconds, Zong Ming turned his head away, and a gloomy tangle slowly appeared between his brows.

Levi's stopped talking, turned on the speaker, and Zong Weiwei's favorite theme song of "Armor Warrior" immediately poured out:

Life in the universe never ceases,

The ten thousand zhang light shines on a brand new world.

Good and evil are all around us,

when you are in trouble,

The first thing that comes to mind is to fight to the end.

……

final victory,

Belongs to the brave self.

Zong Ming silently listened to the rap that he didn't like at all. For some reason, he suddenly felt that the fog in his heart was slowly dissipating.

He turned his head and glanced at his sleeping son, stroked his immature face with his big hand, and his small body, slowly moved his gaze to the dark night outside the window, and sighed softly.

The author has something to say: Waste Chu: I am a poet now, don’t look down on illiterates!