Beat Generation

The aimless wind was raging outside the window, and there was only a little orange light by the bedside in the room. Zhuang Mei was holding the remote control, and was also aimlessly tuning the station.

All idol dramas are tiring. The old-fashioned plots with raw faces and pretentious acting skills give Zhuang Mei a headache. The rooms in this hotel are small, less than 20 square meters, and the sound insulation is poor. Maybe it was bad weather, the footsteps in the corridor never stopped, and more and more travelers came in to escape the wind and sand.

"咚咚"—the sound of knocking on the door passed by.

"Xiaozhuang, it's me, Huilin, can I come in?"

"What's the matter?" Zhuang Mei just forced herself to feel a little drowsy, but was knocked out by Zhao Huilin's knock on the door, she was a little impatient to be disturbed.

"Oh, you're already asleep. Forget it, I have something to discuss with you?"

"the company's?"

"No. It's..." Zhao Huilin was about to speak, when the boss' voice came, "Miss Zhuang, I'm really sorry, there are too many people staying in the hotel tonight, and the underground parking lot is full of people. There is a mother with three children, and there is really no room for her. Xiao Zhao and I discussed it for a long time, hoping..."

At this time, Zhuang Mei opened the door in a down jacket. In the corridor stood the mother with her hair in her hair, and three children who were about ten years old, six years old, and one year old in her arms. Standing beside her was the mother. Looking at Dad, he was full of flattery, but at the same time he was a little embarrassed, he didn't know how to speak.

Looking at the family of five, Zhuang Mei felt as if there was a dull pain stabbing her in her heart. She rubbed the back of her head uncomfortably, pretending to have a headache.

"Boss, let me see, let them live in my room, I..."

"You can live with Ms. Zhuang. I'll bring you another quilt right away. Ms. Zhuang, what do you think?"

"I can't share the same bed with others." Zhuang Mei blurted out, and then felt embarrassing on her face. This was what Wen Xi asked her to do, but she was already used to it.

The atmosphere was in a dilemma, the mother coaxed the child in her arms, only sadness remained on her face.

Zhuang Mei stared at the mother in a daze. She thought for a long time and asked, "How old is he?"

"Oh. A week and a half."

Zhuang Mei turned her head to the side, her eyes were firm and cold, "Boss, go and get a curtain and a bed board, let mother and three children live with me."

Zhao Huilin was very surprised, she frowned, "The child will be noisy at night, you should sleep with me."

"That's it. Before I change my mind."

The father kept saying: "Thank you, thank you, thank you..." He was very fluent in Mandarin, and after he finished speaking, he happily followed the boss to find the bed boards and quilts, quickly made the bed, and stood up again. He got up and said politely that he had to help his two sons take a bath.

"He moves very quickly." The mother turned her back and poured milk for the one-and-a-half-week-old baby.

"it is good."

After the curtain was installed, Zhuang Mei closed the curtain and got into bed.

Zhao Huilin sent a text message, saying: "If you are not used to it, welcome to my room."

Zhuang Mei didn't want to reply. After the father left, the door was closed, and the two boys who had taken a bath were restless in the bed and wanted to watch TV, but they were still restrained by their mother.

Through the curtain, half of Zhuang Mei's face was exposed from under the quilt.

"Be good, go to sleep. We can go home tomorrow. Don't be naughty. Look, how good my sister is, she fell asleep after drinking milk." The mother's voice is very familiar, or maybe, in this world, all true love The mothers of their own children all have this... heavenly, calming and peaceful voice. Zhuang Mei turned sideways and listened to the mother's words to the three children.

"Mom, the wind and sand outside are so strong, I'm so scared." A boy said.

"What are you afraid of, brother, I am not afraid, but you are still afraid." Another boy said.

"Yes, don't be afraid. Mom is here to accompany you, and Dad lives next door to us. We will see him tomorrow. You two close your eyes, and Mom will tell you a story, okay?"

"Okay, okay." The two boys said in unison.

The mother began to tell old-fashioned stories. As she talked, Zhuang Mei's eyes turned red. She got into the quilt and choked her sobs. In Zhuang Mei's heart - she doesn't know whether her mother is alive or dead. In fact, she is even more unwilling to admit the fact that her meek mother is dead.

The picture scroll of the past was rolled up round and round, and the mother's appearance was reflected in the huge black abyss. Her voice, appearance, and appearance were all the same as yesterday. She missed her mother so much that she deliberately wanted to forget everything she taught her matter.

Tears mixed with headaches made Zhuang Mei grit her teeth, curled up in a corner of the bed, and did not move. In the middle of the night, she touched the medicine box and took 2 painkillers. The family's tender nostalgia, she couldn't help but gently opened the curtain, wanting to take a look at the three children sleeping soundly in the mother's arms in the quiet night.

"Don't move." As soon as the curtain was opened by a fifth, the cold muzzle of the gun was pressed against her forehead.

Zhuang Mei couldn't see the man's face clearly in the dark, only knew that he was a tall and strong man.

"Are you Bo Mae?"

Zhuang Mei felt that the surname was extremely harsh, and she bit her lower lip tightly. It turned out that the wind was coming to kill her.

"Tell the truth, otherwise."

"I'm not. I think you've got the wrong guy."

"Then Miss Bo, don't blame me, search your body?"

"Shoot. You can do your job." Zhuang Mei grabbed the body of the gun and knocked hard on her forehead, "Come on. Come here."

The man obviously didn't expect that Zhuang Mei would be so abnormal, and he was not afraid of death and bumped himself into the muzzle of the gun.

While struggling, the man raised his hand and struck!

"Ah!" - Zhuang Mei woke up from the darkness. The room was very quiet. She looked around and opened the curtain profusely with sweat. The mother and three children who were supposed to sleep there were gone. Indoors, she coughed twice, and pushed open the window. The restaurant attached to the hotel was steaming, and the yard was full of people—it was time for lunch.

She stroked her bluntly painful forehead, and then looked in the mirror. There was no obvious scar on her forehead. She brushed her hair aside and looked at her scalp, and there was no sign of it.

On his forehead, the original scar from Wen Xi's dropped mobile phone has been removed and there is no trace left.

She looked at her neck and shoulders in the mirror again...

No bruises, could it be another nightmare?She rubbed her temples with a headache, when someone knocked on the door again, she opened the door irritably, Zhao Huilin outside the door looked at her in surprise.

"I'm here... to treat you to lunch. After lunch, we're going back to the city."

"I just woke up. Take a shower. Come down. Thank you." Zhuang Mei closed the door, she covered her mouth, and carefully recalled the gun and the man last night, but she had no clue. Slowly, she felt that this was a nightmare.

After walking back and forth a few times, Zhuang Mei began to put on her clothes. After she was fully dressed, she looked in the mirror and carefully combed her black hair. Bin corners were also tucked and tucked. When she turned around, she found that she had forgotten her purse .

At a glance, it was thrown by the bed against the wall.

When she was taking the purse, she accidentally touched the pillow.

!Half of the black gun handle protruded from the pillow. She was stunned for a moment, then threw the pillow away, and a gun just lay safely under her pillow! ! !

Taken the gun, it didn't have any insignia on it, and most importantly, it was loaded with bullets.

A trace of panic flashed through Zhuang Mei's usually calm eyes. She stood against the light, her back was a little stiff, and she was watching the passengers having lunch by the window. At this time, Zhao Huilin's urging came from outside the door again.

Zhuang Mei turned around, her eyelashes fluttered slightly, her eyes blinked, and then she changed into another calm look, slowly wrapped her diaper in layers of napkins, and put them in her bag.

When they went downstairs, Zhao Huilin said happily: "The boss killed a cow, I chose the best 2 pieces and made a steak."

"..." Zhuang Mei nodded cautiously, and she went back and forth to inspect the guests coming and going, "Where are the mother and child who shared the room with me yesterday?"

"They took the bus to the city early in the morning. The couple even asked me to thank you."

"Try the steak, I fried it myself. Try it?" Zhao Huilin followed Zhuang Mei's gaze, "What are you looking at?"

"Calm, as if nothing happened, desert."