Feibo Doujin Luantan

(thirteen)

The following things are like disconnecting the thread, forcibly cutting off the veins of little love, little love, little hatred and little hatred.Each line seems to have nothing to do with the previous situation, magnifying all the twists and turns, pros and cons, righteousness and injustice mixed together.The things about Zhang Xiaobo and Tan Xiaofei are not in the list at this time.

As soon as Zhang Xiaobo stepped on the house, he found that the house had been turned into a mess, and even his father's mynah had been thrown to death.Zhang Xiaobo followed Zhang Xuejun's elder brother to bury mynah, and rode Xiaoxue on his bicycle to carry his father home.

The phone in my pocket kept vibrating.Zhang Xiaobo didn't feel it either, and finally a few text messages rang.Before Zhang Xiaobo had time to look, he saw the man named Uncle Gong from Tan Xiaofei's house in the shade of the alley.There are more and more people, and they are all strong men.

Zhang Xiaobo felt bad in his heart, and whispered to his father.His father asked him to go out to call for someone, and his father pushed the bicycle forward a little by inertia.Zhang Xiaobo felt that something was wrong, so he threw the bicycle, and after a fall, he turned to look for his father.

Seeing his father being trampled to the ground by Uncle Gong, Zhang Xiaobo ran to his father's side in a few steps.He yelled "Fuck you", and greeted Uncle Gong's face with his fist, yelling not to let a group of people bully his old father.

Zhang Xiaobo's face was familiar to Uncle Gong, so he took a few steps back.

Zhang Xiaobo looked back at his father, the corners of his mouth were bleeding, worried about his father's heart, "Zhang Xuejun, where are you hurt?"

"Get the fuck out of here!" Zhang Xuejun pushed Zhang Xiaobo's arm.

Zhang Xiaobo heard Uncle Gong say, "It's a pity."

What a pity?

"Get out of here!!" Zhang Xuejun yelled, and after that, Zhang Xiaobo didn't remember anything.

When Zhang Xiaobo woke up again, ten days had passed.The first thing I saw next to him was Aunt Xia and Aunt Lampshade. Zhang Xiaobo suffered from a severe headache and couldn't speak. His voice was hoarse and weak, "Zhang...Xue, where is my dad... Where's dad?"

Aunt Xia's expression and red eye circles answered Zhang Xiaobo's words.

Like all bereaved children, Zhang Xiaobo struggled to get up, but lay down on the bed and retched.The dizziness was severe, there were black spots in front of my eyes, and I passed out again before getting out of bed.

Whether it was delayed for a day or two, Zhang Xiaobo doesn't remember.When he was able to walk two steps, he begged Aunt Xia to see his father.

Chen Xia thought about Zhang Xiaobo's injury, Beijing's winter, the biting cold wind.Chen Xia didn't dare to let Zhang Xiaobo go out at this time with the crack on his head, but the child hadn't cried since he woke up and knew the letter.

Chen Xia hailed a taxi and wrapped Zhang Xiaobo's head like a rice dumpling.Just like when Zhang Xiaobo secretly took Zhang Xuejun out of the hospital, Chen Xia and Aunt Dengshaer secretly took him out of the hospital and went to the public cemetery.

Zhang Xiaobo saw his father's photo inlaid on the cold marble tombstone.Zhang Xiaobo glanced at it, didn't say anything else, and walked down the mountain with Chen Xia. If it wasn't for Chen Xia and Aunt Lantern Shade, Zhang Xiaobo would have rolled down the stairs.

When Zhang Xiaobo returned to the hospital, the doctor pointed at Chen Xia and reprimanded him, how could he take a patient with a fractured brain out of the hospital at this time.

Chen Xia kept apologizing to the doctor. Seeing Zhang Xiaobo bursting into tears from the corner of her eye, her heart softened. She pushed the doctor out and sat next to Zhang Xiaobo.

Zhang Xiaobo hugged Chen Xia's waist, crying heartbreakingly, while Chen Xia looked at Aunt and Aunt with red-eyed lamp shades, and then burst into tears.

Chen Xia hugged Zhang Xiaobo's bald head, which was still wrapped in bandages, stroked it up and down, and kept muttering, "Aunt Xia loves you, Aunt Xia loves you, don't cry, I, Boer. Your head is not healed yet, don't you so crying."

In the cold weather counting nine children, Zhang Xiaobo lost his mother, and in the cold weather counting nine children, Zhang Xiaobo lost his father again.

Zhang Xiaobo still had to be hospitalized, and after Aunt Xia's nagging, he knew the cause and effect. In the money bag that Da Qiao brought out, there were two or three statements in which Tan Xiaofei's father laundered money in overseas banks under Tan Xiaofei's name.This angered Uncle Gong and chased after their house, causing both of them to lose.

Half a month had passed since Zhang Xiaobo was discharged from the hospital. On the day he was discharged from the hospital, he saw Uncle Mensaner, Uncle Lampshade, and Uncle Yanghuo all come over.Only then did I know that his father's old buddies who were dozens of years ago actually accompanied his father to the wild lake behind the Summer Palace, and got involved in official battles for his head and for the innocent people. Find a place.This group of elder brothers who are over half a century old have just come out of the detention center with injuries.

I just wanted to take a look at Zhang Xiaobo first, and then I had to go to the grave of the sixth master Zhang Xuejun while everyone was there.Zhang Xiaobo wanted to follow, but Chen Xia held him down.Chen Xia said to Zhang Xiaobo, "Let their brothers get together, and I'll take you there tomorrow."

Zhang Xiaobo shook his lips and nodded.

The next day Chen Xia took Zhang Xiaobo to meet Zhang Xuejun again, and this time Zhang Xiaobo seemed to have finally recognized the fact.Kneeling in front of Zhang Xuejun's tombstone with wine and stewed mutton from the street.Hot tears mixed with cold wine poured down his throat.If it wasn't for Chen Xia not being able to stand it anymore and snatching the wine bottle, Zhang Xiaobo would have to go back to the hospital again.

Zhang Xiaobo went back to the city, but didn't go home, and stayed with Chen Xia all the time.It was also convenient for Chen Xia to take care of her nearby. Zhang Xiaobo occasionally passed by his courtyard, but he didn't dare to look inside, he was afraid.

Life is still going on, Zhang Xiaobo's severe concussion's sequelae subsided little by little, and the slight bone fracture also improved with Aunt Xia's daily soup.

One night in the middle of the night, Zhang Xiaobo fell asleep and suddenly became startled. He turned over and jumped off the sofa. He ran to his house without his coat on.Chen Xia was awakened by the sound, she grabbed her coat and followed, only to realize that Zhang Xiaobo had returned to her home.

There was half an inch of green stubble on Zhang Xiaobo's head, and Chen Xia was leaning against the door.Seeing that Zhang Xiaobo patted his trembling hand, took off the frame, and opened the hidden compartment.Inside is Zhang Xuejun's original partner, Zhang Xiaobo's own mother.Zhang Xiaobo clasped his palms together, and then took out the incense burner.I found a fairly clean place at home, set it up, lit three incense sticks, and put them in the incense burner.Zhang Xiaobo knelt on the ground only last night, panting heavily.

"Aunt Xia, Zhang Xuejun... My dad, my dad, can't find a home?"

"No, he has been in this alley all his life, and he can find his way home with his eyes closed. Besides, aren't you still there? Wherever you are, his home is there, and he will definitely be found." Chen Repressing the urge to cry, Xia stroked Zhang Xiaobo's side face.

Chen Xia raised her head, not holding back the tears.She counted the days, seven to seven 49, "Good boy, your father didn't raise you for nothing."

"He's been raised for nothing," Zhang Xiaobo cried after finishing speaking, hugging Chen Xia's waist, kneeling in his own home, crying.

Chen Xia shook her head, "We are not talking about the same thing."

Zhang Xiaobo didn't know what Chen Xia was talking about, but he finally dared to return to this home.The house is still in a mess after being rummaged, just like the day the accident happened.

After Zhang Xiaobo's accident, Zhang Xuejun has been living with Chen Xia, chasing people, seeking revenge, reporting, and reasoning.Until, Zhang Xuejun fell on the ice lake.

Once he stepped into this house, Zhang Xiaobo no longer needed to live with other people and hide away.Zhang Xiaobo moved back home completely and began to clean up the mess in the house.

Zhang Xiaobo neatly re-posted the goods left by his father against the wall, and cleaned up the house again, tidying up the room and mopping the floor, even under the bed.

Zhang Xiaobo pushed the head of the mop to wipe the ground, suddenly something went wrong.The mop seemed to hit something, Zhang Xiaobo smiled, he doesn't look like someone who hides things under the bed.

Zhang Xiaobo lowered his head and pulled out a box from under the bed.This box looks familiar, but Zhang Xiaobo suddenly forgot where he saw it.Zhang Xiaobo opened the box and was startled by what was inside.

Zhang Xiaobo took out hundreds of piles of dollars and renminbi bound in leather cases from the box and put them aside. He saw some clothes, a dagger, a watch case, and a handful of small black plastic cubes.

Zhang Xiaobo opened the watch box, and inside were two watches, one black and one white out of print.

Zhang Xiaobo put his watch on the bed and picked up the dagger.It was pulled out from the scabbard, with a cold light shining.When he was asleep, Tan Xiaofei used this to cut off the sleeve of his coat and threw it on the ground.Of course, he knew about it the next day.

Putting the dagger aside, he picked up the small black box and turned it over to find that it was the car keys. The Mercedes-Benz logo flashed on it, and it was the remote control key of the silver supercar.

Putting the keys aside, Zhang Xiaobo took out those clothes, which belonged to Tan Xiaofei's home clothes he wore, and those two sweaters and shirts with weird shapes, and the very heavy scarf at the bottom of the box.

I took out the scarf and saw that there was a novel by Gu Long in the middle of the alley.Zhang Xiaobo picked up the book and saw a piece of paper inside the book.

Zhang Xiaobo pulled out the paper, it was letter paper, folded in four and opened by him.As soon as Zhang Xiaobo opened it and saw the words inside, a tear slid down Zhang Xiaobo's cheek and dripped on the back of his hand.

Zhang Xiaobo didn't know where this tear came from, the person he didn't dare to think about, the person he thought left no trace.Zhang Xiaobo put on a blank face, letting himself cry drop by drop, stuffed all these things into the suitcase, and finally covered it all with the big scarf, and closed the suitcase vigorously.

Yes, this suitcase is standing by the door of the entrance, Tan Xiaofei's house.

"Crazy," Zhang Xiaobo pushed the box under the bed again, stood up and walked around the room twice before realizing that yes, he was going to wipe the floor.

Zhang Xiaobo searched everywhere for the mop he dropped, and finally it was lying at his feet.

Zhang Xiaobo picked up the mop and wiped the floor neatly, still standing in the center of the room while wiping.Leaning on the mop pole, covering his face, unstoppable tears slipped from between his fingers.

"What the hell, you're worthless, what a fart you are crying." Zhang Xiaobo spat at himself, but couldn't stop his emotion.Zhang Xiaobo felt that the tears of his life had been spent in these few days, so Zhang Xiaobo threw off the mop and sat directly on the ground.He forced himself to forget all traces, traces belonging to him and Tan Xiaofei.Even his wrists were bruised and there was only a faint blue-yellow line left. The traces on his body disappeared, and those traces of Huanai disappeared.But Zhang Xiaobo didn't know that when he fell asleep, his right hand was always pinching the wrist of his left hand.

This is Zhang Xiaobo's home, and he is the only one who is panting.No one will see his helplessness and crying, no one looks down on him, and no one can see him.

Zhang Xiaobo had cried enough, stood up and wiped the floor clean.

Walking to the back kitchen, ordered a bowl of longxu noodles, cracked two eggs, and ate.

Zhang Xiaobo flipped through his memory and the information he heard and saw. Tan Xiaofei's father, Tan Junyao, was completely disappointed, saying that someone had reported him, and there was solid evidence.Zhang Xiaobo knew that the person who reported was his father Zhang Xuejun.

Tan Xiaofei followed and disappeared, and the ordinary people could hear some rumors, including the fact that Tan Xiaofei killed someone that no one knew about, which was only rumored in private, and was widely reported.People push the wall down and add firewood. Someone always does it. It has been like this since ancient times.

Zhang Xiaobo was full, and when he was washing the dishes, he realized that the noodles he ate had no salt.The salt jar was empty and washed, and it was put aside to drain, and the new salt package had not been opened.

No wonder the food was tasteless, Zhang Xiaobo shook his head, his head hurt, he had to take a nap.The doctor told him to rest more.

Zhang Xiaobo lay on the bed, wrapped in a fluffy quilt that had just been dried.He buried his head in the quilt, feeling very safe.It's just... kind of lonely.

As soon as I closed my eyes, the handwriting belonging to Tan Xiaofei's dragon and phoenix dance appeared in my mind, and it also appeared in my ears. When Tan Xiaofei ejaculated into him, he touched the back of his neck and said a few words, "Bo'er, I love you. you."

Then Zhang Xiaobo said something.

"Are you fucking lying to ghosts? Are you not sick?" Zhang Xiaobo opened his eyes again and said this sentence, suddenly in the empty room.After speaking, Zhang Xiaobo laughed along, and then let out a long sigh.How many years was the sentence of illegal imprisonment?By the way, take off in three years.

"Fuck, idiot, I'll forget about it." Zhang Xiaobo didn't know who to scold or who he was talking to.

After Zhang Xiaobo said this, he closed his eyes. Yes, everything should be forgotten. People always have to live.

Zhang Xiaobo said to himself, it will all pass, and it will all be forgotten.

This matter will eventually come to an end.

still is,

not finished?

I Pol:

I never thought about hurting the old man.

I can't control some things, sorry.

That man didn't follow the rules. On the highway, I didn't kill anyone.

Three years, I believe, because of you.

If there are too many, it is my fate.

do not forget me.

It's true, I didn't lie to you.

--fly

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