Dangerous Contract

A raging smile appeared on Qiao Si's lips, he let go of the arms wrapped around his chest, stepped forward, put one hand on his hips, and the other rested on the mahjong table beside Tan Zhen, and said, "When she was dying, did she forget Just to tell you, this house has already been transferred to my name, as compensation for abandoning me after following that dead ghost Tan Guofu."

Tan Zhen really didn't expect that when people are shameless, they can really reach such a point. He slowly stood up, standing taller than the fat man opposite him, and immediately forced him back by two steps: "Then did she tell you?" What are you, her perfidious woman, best at?"

There was a hint of suspicion in Qiao Si's eyes, but it disappeared in a flash, and he raised his hand and patted Tan Zhen's shoulder: "It seems that you didn't understand, boy, I mean, this room and everything in this room are all mine. That’s right! To put it bluntly, I’ve been looking forward to her death for a long time, and she’s crying by my side all day, hurting here and there, she’s just a dead star.”

Tan Zhenqiang endured Qiao Si's rudeness to the deceased, pushed the other's arm away from his shoulders, and walked straight to the bedroom that once belonged to him.

It wasn't until this moment that Tan Zhen realized what a smart woman Wan Fang was. She chose to stay with such a waste, perhaps because she was alone and lonely, and wanted to get a piece of peace isolated from the world.

The night before, before Tan Zhen said goodbye, Wan Fang squeezed his hand with all her strength.

At that time, she had been tortured by the stomachache so that her nose was crooked and her eyes were squinted, and bead-sized beads of sweat oozed from her forehead, which was so sticky that it seemed to be integrated with the hospital bed.

She said: "Ah Zhen, there is one last...the last sentence, you can leave after listening."

Tan Zhen pushed away the house he used to live in, and there was an unpleasant musty smell mixed with the smell of convenience food.Under the dim light, on the desk where he used to study on his stomach, there was still his curriculum schedule in the third year of junior high school under the glass.

The schedule is hand-copied, and the handwriting is neat and childish.

He smiled wryly, stroked the glass with his index finger, and turned around to "return" Qiao Si with a contemptuous expression.

Qiao Si also looked at him, flustered with some inexplicable expectations.

Tan Zhen bowed, opened the small stool, and pushed away the writing desk.

The wall under the desk had been peeling off for many years. When he was a child, whenever he encountered a problem he couldn’t solve, he would kick the place with his toes. As time went on, the peeling area became larger and larger.

In the past, Wan Fang couldn't help complaining whenever she saw wall dust falling, but in the end she still silently swept the wall dust away.

"Ah Zhen," Wan Fang's soft words from the previous night rang in Tan Zhen's ear, "Have you hidden all your beloved things in that place?

"Under that desk... there is a brick without a wall, but one of them can be picked out, right?

"Hahaha……"

When Tan Zhen thought that at the end of his life, Wan Fang endured severe pain but smiled innocently, the corners of Tan Zhen's eyes became hot again involuntarily.At that moment, like all mothers in the world, she was proud of discovering her son's little secret without revealing it.

"You hid the model car that Guofu bought you in it, didn't you?"

Tan Zhen squatted down, took a screwdriver from the messy drawer beside him, pried the edge of the brick joint, and pulled out half of the brick bit by bit.

"This!" Seeing this scene, Qiao Si rushed over immediately, he never expected that the woman was actually hiding something under his nose!

Tan Zhen threw the broken brick aside and reached out to touch it. In the gap of the other half of the brick was his treasure.

It was a broken car model. I thought it was big when I was a child, but now it seems that it is only the size of a fist.There is also a black-and-white photo of Tan Guofu, which was once placed at home as a posthumous photo. After the explosion in the third year of junior high school, the frame of the posthumous photo was broken, and he only cut out the photo and put it here.

Together with these two things, there is also a big red real estate certificate.

The corners of the real estate certificate have been frayed, as if it has been transferred to many places, folded in half from the middle and then folded in half again, and stuffed into the innermost part rigidly.

"Haha!" Tan Zhen put the car model and Tan Guofu's photo into his coat pocket, and waved the folded real estate certificate in front of Qiao Si, "Here is what you have been looking for. Do you think that you can really get everything when she dies? Tell you, she is not that stupid. This is a house that she and Tan Guofu bought from scratch. Every floor tile has witnessed her smiling face in those years. How could she put Is this for you?"

Tan Zhen acted like he was going crazy, he took the edge of the real estate certificate that was no longer hard and poked at Qiao Si's chest: "A trash who lives by oppressing women and her adopted son!"

"Bah! I don't believe it! I don't believe it!" Qiao Si pushed away the red book stuck in his chest, and then he reacted and grabbed it, "He doesn't believe that this woman can be so cruel, and he doesn't believe that the other party is so bold. Using a fake real estate certificate to deceive him, this kind of humiliation, he refuses to admit it, firmly refuses to admit it.

Satisfied, Tan Zhen opened the first page of the real estate certificate, and it was written on it—his own name, Tan Zhen!

"I know there will always be a day when I have nothing and die alone in a strange environment, without anyone around me, family, or friends. I can't blame anyone else, but my bad luck. Ah Zhen, I owe you too much in this life, too much, behind that brick is the only thing I can give you..."

Tan Zhen read his name silently again, and tears welled up in an instant. He clenched his fists and shouted the last word to Qiao Si: "Get lost!"

……

Before coming to Q City, he couldn't estimate the length of the trip, and his intuition told him that it would be very long.However, what he didn't expect was that in just three days and two nights, he took care of everything.

He sent away the woman he once loved so much and called "Mom", got back the key to the house that originally belonged to the family of three, destroyed the mahjong parlor in the community that was always open all night, and secretly destroyed Su Lang's plan to give him surprise.

He forced his own luggage and Su Lang's into a box, held the birdcage in one hand, and pulled the box with the other, and returned to City A.

Standing at the train station, he took another look at the city that had been entangled with his own destiny many times. The sky was gray, snowy and very cold.He closed his eyes, really wondering whether the childhood when the bright sunlight shone through the cracks of the tall yews and shone on the faces of him and his younger brother really happened in this cold place.

Back in City A again, Tan Zhen was exhausted, and he kept calling Su Lang's phone number along the way.

Over and over again, persisting until the phone ran out of battery, but no one answered.

He has a lot of things he wants to say to Su Lang, how he has handled all these things properly in the past few days, he has sadness and joy, and he is eager to tell Su Lang what is hidden in his heart.But, that person, where are you!

……

At night, Tan Zhen was lying on the bed exhausted, while Xiaoya was eating a cold bowl of boiled noodles in the kitchen.

The door rang suddenly without warning.

Tan Zhen jumped off the bed with bare feet, not allowed to think, and instinctively thought that it would be Su Lang who knocked on the door.

He was about to collapse, opened the door, and threw himself into the opponent's arms with his eyes closed, almost crying, "You're here, you're finally here!"

"Zhen...brother..."

When Tan Zhen heard this voice and smelled the other person's scent, he realized that he was too impatient to admit the wrong person.

"I heard about it, come and have a look." Yu Xing pushed open the door, rubbed his nose, couldn't bear to see Tan Zhen's appearance, and quickly walked in the door.

"Oh," Tan Zhen stood at the door, blinking, so that the passing breeze would dry his eyes as soon as possible, and then ran back to the bedroom to put on his slippers, "Are you here?"

The author has something to say: Good night, see you tomorrow!