no way

Zhang Cong's gaze fell into the house, and his heart skipped a beat.Maybe he didn't react when he saw Zhang Hanma suddenly.The strong smell of wine poured into the body along the nostrils, as if it was stirred up by a stick, and quickly suppressed by a stick.

Zhang Cong couldn't hold it back, and went straight into the bathroom. He slammed the door loudly, poured a handful of cold water all over his face, and his clothes were wet and cold, and he recovered.

Zhang Cong wiped his face with his sleeve casually, and glanced at Zhang Hanma again when he came out of the bathroom.There was a stool two steps away from Zhang Hanma, but he actually sat on the ground.Leaning against the wall, barefoot.Oh, his padded shoes were broken/shoes, he was kicked to the door, and then kicked downstairs by Zhang Cong, rolling on several floors.No need to wear it.

Zhang Hanma also raised his head and looked at Zhang Cong.Zhang Cong felt that Zhang Hanma was a little strange.His bastard father is doing his job all day, and it's normal for him to be drunk and tossed about.But Zhang Cong had never seen him sitting directly on the ground, what was even more strange was that Zhang Hanma's eyes were sober now - Zhang Cong was sure that he was sober.

I always feel that there is something ominous, like bad luck, overwhelming, making Zhang Cong very uncomfortable.

Zhang Cong didn't plan to walk over, let alone greet his long-lost father. Naturally, they didn't have any thoughts or emotions to express.

Zhang Cong turned around, intending to open the door and leave.

At this time Zhang Hanma said: "You are back."

Zhang Cong's hand that was about to push the door paused. He turned his head and glanced at Zhang Hanma again.

Zhang Hanma waved at him: "Come here."

"Speak up if you have something to say." Zhang Cong said firmly, without any fluctuations in his tone.

Zhang Hanma squinted at him, and there was something curled up in his eyes, and he said, "Tomorrow is Chinese New Year, and it's your birthday."

Zhang Cong frowned and didn't move.

Zhang Hanma finally got impatient, he patted the concrete floor under his butt, and suddenly shouted at Zhang Cong: "Come here!"

Zhang Cong subconsciously looked back at the door.On the opposite side are Feng Lao and Yan Jianghe. I don't know how much movement the two broken boards can block, and whether they will hear it.

Zhang Cong didn't want Zhang Hanma to be a demon again, so he could only walk over. He tried his best to hold his breath, so as not to cause a stress reaction and make him spit it out on the spot.But it doesn't matter if you spit it out, he can spit it directly on Zhang Hanma's face.

Seeing him coming, Zhang Hanma took out a handful of money in his pocket, and he stretched out his arm: "Take it."

Zhang Cong lowered his eyes to look at the money, and roughly estimated that this stack could be worth two thousand: "What do you mean?"

"Take it." Zhang Hanma stuffed the money into Zhang Cong's hand, "I don't need it anymore."

Zhang Cong pinched the money, holding his fingers tightly, and his lips didn't move much when he spoke: "It's no longer necessary? Are you finally going to die?"

At this moment, many thoughts flashed through Zhang Cong's mind.It was the first time he knew that the human brain could react so quickly.For example, if Zhang Hanma offended someone, he would be beaten to death.Or, Zhang Hanma, like Feng Lao, has some incurable disease and is about to return home.Zhang Cong also thought that he was more likely to harm some whore and contract AIDS.

Anyway, no matter what it is, according to Zhang Hanma's bullshit behavior, it will be a matter of time before he plays himself off.Zhang Cong has been waiting for this day, and it's finally here?

Zhang Hanma was silent for a moment, then suddenly smiled.He didn't laugh out loud, but the arc of the corner of his mouth was extremely distorted. Zhang Cong heard him say frantically, "I seem to have killed someone."

Zhang Cong stood where he was.I felt like the light above my head suddenly went out.He turned on the light himself when he entered the door.He closed his eyes, but his ears still couldn't digest Zhang Hanma's words.

His damn father, who had been missing for so long, came back and said something to him?

There was a sudden dead silence and coldness around.The air immediately thinned, as if there were countless decapitated ghosts emitting a stench, attached to countless dust, and surrounded Zhang Cong.

Let him suffocate.

Zhang Cong opened his eyes, and the light above his head was still on.He squatted down slowly and stared at Zhang Hanma: "What did you say?"

Zhang Hanma tilted his head: "That bitch wants to take my money."

Zhang Hanma's eyes moved to the banknote in Zhang Cong's hand: "I pushed her, and she rolled down the stairs."

Who is that bitch?Zhang Cong didn't know, and didn't want to know.But one thing he thought was right, Zhang Hanma was indeed looking for death because of harming the bitch.

Zhang Cong looked down at the money again. What he was carrying was not money, but his life: "Is the person dead?"

"I don't know." Zhang Hanma/Empty eyes, "I ran away."

He ran away, and ran for half a month, evading fares and getting on the green train, and went to some unknown south.Running to the end with nowhere to go.Stuck at the end of the year, he went home.

Zhang Cong guessed that Zhang Hanma, a walking dead who couldn't stand up, couldn't run, he was crawling.

Zhang Cong's hands began to shake, he clenched his teeth, and the veins on his forehead popped out.Anger and fear twisted into a squealing drill that shattered his limbs.

Zhang Cong began to tear the money in his hand.

What a domineering behavior, the RMB was torn to pieces by him.

Zhang Cong threw all the broken money on Zhang Hanma's face. He wanted to roar, but his throat was pinched by invisible sharp claws, so he could only tear his vocal cords and suppressed his voice: "What are you doing back? Wouldn't it be okay to just die?"

After he finished speaking, he punched Zhang Hanma's face covered with money dregs two more times.

Zhang Cong was panting heavily, his chest heaved violently, all the money scum on Zhang Hanma's face was knocked off, his head was hanging crookedly on his neck, he turned his head sideways and spat out a mouthful of blood.

He was beaten and remained motionless, making no sound.Only the neck is half-deadly stretched.

Looking at the boneless neck, Zhang Cong suddenly wanted to reach out and wring it off.So he really stretched out his hands.

Zhang Cong's eyes were gloomy, an extremely crazy black.There is no wave, no waves, and it is terrifying.In this gaze, life will be involved in destruction, and the sun and moon will disappear into the doomsday.

Zhang Cong's arm was so painful that the blood vessels on his wrist and back of his hand were all bulging, and his fingertips were pale.

He really wanted to strangle Zhang Hanma to death.

Zhang Hanma's face turned red, his eyes rolled up, and there was a "click" sound in his throat.

So blood relationship is really a wonderful thing.Zhang Hanma can push people down the stairs and run away, while Zhang Congqing can strangle his own father to death.

Zhang Hanma raised his hand tremblingly, struggling to grasp Zhang Cong's wrist, but he couldn't take Zhang Cong's hand off.

At this time, Zhang Cong's cell phone rang in his pocket.

When the soothing melody sounded, Zhang Cong felt as if his brain had been struck by lightning.The strength in his hand instantly slackened, and Zhang Hanma finally breathed a sigh of relief, coughing violently.

The deep and gentle male voice on the phone is singing: "Anywhere you are, Iamnear..."

The sound was like a rushing hot river, washing away Zhang Cong's internal organs and drowning his crazy heartbeat.

The first time I saw Yan Jianghe was also this song.He was sitting in Yanjianghe's car, with the warm air-conditioning blowing on his face.

The phone rang for an unknown amount of time, until the singing stopped suddenly, and Zhang Cong's hand was removed from Zhang Hanma's neck, then slowly slid down, and finally fell to the ground.

Zhang Hanma breathed a sigh of relief, gasping for breath in his throat.

Zhang Cong looked directly at Zhang Hanma for a long time, and his hands were already cold, so he asked heavily, "Why didn't you fight back? My son hit me, and the sky struck with lightning. Why didn't you fight back?"

Ever since he was a child, Zhang Cong has been committing crimes all the time, and it is unforgivable for him to be justified. That day, a thunderstorm split into black and burning cokes.Ever since he knew how to beat people, he beat Zhang Hanma and the woman Zhang Hanma led.He has won many battles, no, to be precise, he can't fight, Zhang Hanma has never fought back, nor dodged.

Never, not once.How fresh, their father and son are a gigantic joke.

Zhang Hanma panted hard, his neck was in severe pain from Zhang Cong's pinch, and his throat was broken: "Do you still think you are my son?"

He was as happy as splitting his arms again: "You don't think of me as your father for a long time."

Zhang Cong didn't speak anymore.He stared at Zhang Hanma's face for a long while.He found that his eyes were very similar to Zhang Hanma's.They all have double eyelids, dark pupils, and high browbones.

Zhang Cong stood up, exhaled deeply tremblingly, and said coldly, "Don't let me see you again."

After he finished speaking, he walked out of the room slowly without looking back.

The moment he closed the door, Zhang Hanma's voice sounded in the room.

He didn't speak, but was singing.

There are no lyrics, no enunciation, only tunes.Zhang Hanma kept humming in a hoarse voice, intermittently, very unpleasant, and he didn't know what it was.

Perhaps on the night of the 29th of the twelfth lunar month, he would remain motionless for the rest of his crazy life.He could sit on the concrete floor, heat up the cold ground, and hum out of tune for a whole night.By the time the sun rises, he will probably be able to shut up too.

Zhang Cong went out and did not return to Feng's hometown.He went straight down the stairs.When he reached the fourth floor, he almost tripped over Zhang Hanma's shoes.He went from brisk walking to running wild in no time.

He jumped down three flights of stairs in one step, and almost sprained his ankle when he ran down the last floor.

The wind at night is farther away from the sun and is more biting.Zhang Cong grabbed the wall with his hands, squatted down and began to retch.He vomited so much that his stomach twisted out, but he didn't vomit anything.

He has eaten today, and his stomach is not empty, but why can't he vomit?

Because of the nervous vomiting reaction, Zhang Cong's eyes turned hot and moist, but they were frozen in the next second.

At this time, the phone in his pocket rang again.Zhang Cong closed his eyes and sent the cold air into the bottom of his lungs.When his lungs were completely cooled, the song was gone.

Zhang Cong still squatted on the spot and didn't get up.He didn't know how long he squatted until his ears revived, and he heard movement at the top of the stairs, someone was walking down.Immediately afterwards, the light of the flashlight came on.

Zhang Cong wanted to stand up and escape, but he seemed to be nailed to the ground and couldn't get up.

The footsteps were getting closer and closer, and finally stopped.Zhang Cong knew he was in the way.He was struggling to pull himself up from the nail, but found that Yan Jianghe's voice and light were above his head: "What are you doing here? You scared me."

Yan Jianghe never saw Zhang Cong, and he didn't know which ditch he carried the two cabbages into.Yan Jianghe has an evening shift today, and it seems that he will be too late.He didn't answer Zhang Cong's phone calls, and no one answered when he knocked on the door opposite.I have no choice but to come out and see for myself.Unexpectedly, I saw it as soon as I went downstairs.

The blood in Zhang Cong's whole body slammed, as if he had received some violent impact, and was about to break through the walls of the blood vessels and rush out violently.He slowly raised his head, against the piercing white light of the mobile phone light, he saw Yan Jianghe's face.It was really like seeing a ghost.

Yan Jianghe was stunned.He looked at Zhang Cong more like a ghost now.Zhang Cong's eyes were blood red.It's so red that it's hard to describe. From an illusion, a blink of an eye should cause drops of blood to drop.

Yan Jianghe squatted down opposite Zhang Cong, the narrow stairs were completely blocked by them: "What's wrong with you?"

He hesitated, stretched out a hand, pinched the back of Zhang Cong's neck through the collar, intending to relieve Zhang Cong's tension.

Yan Jianghe asked again in the lightest tone he had lived so long: "Zhang Cong, what's wrong?"

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Paragraph 1995 of Article No. 3 of the Law of the People's Republic of China on the People's Bank of China implemented on March 18, 18 stipulates that deliberate damage to RMB is prohibited. (Zhang Cong is not a good person (beaten), please forgive me.)