no way

After Zhang Cong gave the cat the "milk bath", he didn't care about it anymore, leaving the little beast on the spot to lick and bite on the yogurt box.

He rubbed his hands on his pants, got up and walked forward, muttering a sentence in his heart like he was sick: "Winter is too cold, life and death are life and death."

He mumbled it three times in his mind, he didn't know what ghosts and ghosts passed through his mind, and his whole body couldn't help shivering, as if he didn't feel cold until now after wearing this outfit.

Going forward through three unit doors, the fourth one is the building where Zhang Cong's house is located.

Zhang Cong turned into the corridor.The buildings around here are all old buildings, and the stairs in the corridor are very narrow. Basically, it is very difficult for a tall boy like Zhang Cong, who is not too tall, to walk side by side.

Sixth floor, top floor.

Zhang Cong walked up slowly, and there were a few cardboard shells in the corner of the platform on the sixth floor, with a pile of Chinese cabbage piled inside.This was done by the old man in the opposite room.

There are only two families on the sixth floor, Zhang Cong lives on the left, and the old man lives on the right.

Zhang Cong kicked a box of cabbage, and cursed: "The old people are all in the hospital, and they are still stacking cabbage at the door."

He felt very happy after cursing, and took out the key from his pocket to open the door. The key stuck in the lock.Zhang Cong turned sideways, pressed one shoulder against the door, and the door opened.

As soon as the door was opened, there was a strong smell of wine, wrapped in a stench of overnight fermentation.Zhang Cong couldn't bear the smell, his throat rolled, and he quickly closed the door with his hands.

Zhang Cong went straight to the bathroom, knelt down on the edge of the toilet with a "plop", and vomited again.

He clasped the toilet seat tightly with both hands, the blue veins on the back of his hands were swollen, the cold wind in his stomach was vomited away by his retching, and he began to vomit acid water again.

His mouth was full of sour taste. Zhang Cong staggered up, flushed the toilet, turned on the faucet, rinsed his mouth, took two more sips, and was refreshed by the cold water.

He exhaled, rubbed soap and washed his hands.Looking up, his face was reflected in the mirror hanging on the wall.His face was flushed, and his eye sockets seemed to be covered with blood.

Zhang Cong's fingers lightly swept over the freshly formed wound on his eyebrows, and took a cup of cold water to wash his face.

He stayed in the bathroom for a while, and after confirming that there was nothing wrong with his stomach other than being empty, he came out of the bathroom.

Zhang Cong first held his breath and opened the window.He stood by the window blowing the wind, his eyes fixed on the house to the west.

Zhang Hanma, his own father, lives in the west.He could still vaguely hear the grunting sound like that of an animal cursing the street.

Zhang Cong lifted his feet and walked towards the west house. The place was small and he couldn't walk a few steps, but the closer he was, the stronger the smell of wine became.

Of course Zhang Cong didn't have the time to open the door to make himself sick, he really had nothing more to vomit.Zhang Cong stopped beside the clothes hanger at the door, and raised his hand to dig out his father's clothes pocket.

There were two pairs of trousers and one piece of clothing hanging on the hanger. There were ten pockets in total, and he dug them out.He didn't touch the odds and ends, but he took all the big red bills and put them in his pocket, a total of six hundred.

Zhang Cong didn't even bother to glance at the crack of the door, turned around and walked into his east room as if fleeing for his life.

This room is smaller, and can only accommodate a narrow single bed, a table, and a bench.At this size, the person who designed the house at the beginning probably wanted to have a storage room or something.

A few pieces of clothing were piled up in disorder on the table, and there was a schoolbag on the stool.It looked a bit messy, but the house was surprisingly clean.Especially the sheets were torn flat, as if no one had slept in them since they were made.

Zhang Cong is 1.8 meters tall, with broad shoulders and long legs. Even if he hasn't fully grown, the bed with big corners is definitely not enough to sleep.

Zhang Cong was quite tired now, but he didn't plan to lie on the cat bed, and he had to bend over with his legs crossed, which would probably be even more tiring.

He went to pick through the few clothes on the table, and remembered that Tang Fuxing asked him to change into a pair of thermal pants.In fact, it's really not that he doesn't want to go out to play alone in winter.He really has no winter clothes.

He doesn't have a closet to pack his clothes, and now there are only a few on hand.It's all spring and summer.There were a few thick ones last winter, but he couldn't remember where he threw them away, maybe he just threw them in the trash can downstairs if he had a bad temper.

This little place in the house can be smoked through, and you don’t need to look for it, if you can’t see it, it’s not there.

Zhang Cong picked out a clean school uniform and changed into it, and finally sat down on the edge of the bed.

He rubbed his stomach through his school uniform.That "Brother Yan" kicked his foot on the side of the road before, it looked useless, but it was not light, and it was still a hard leather shoe. Zhang Cong was wearing a pair of trousers, which would probably be green tomorrow.

Zhang Cong was thinking about it, and just about to raise his leg to rub it twice, suddenly there was a bang, his buttocks jerked, and half of the bed collapsed.

Zhang Cong: "..."

This bed was originally a spring bed. Zhang Cong had slept on it for two or three years, and it creaked all day long. When he turned over, he could shake and creak. Some people thought Zhang Cong did something on it. An act that humiliates "youth".

Now it's all right, he just sat on the side with such a buttock, and it was severely paralyzed and hemiplegic.It's shameless for this slut to even touch his own master's ass.

With a cold face, Zhang Cong kicked the other half that hadn't collapsed. With great strength, he tried to make this kid die immediately.

But things that survived are relatively strong, so the disabled bed just shook and hummed and squeaked twice to express its accusation against Zhang Cong.After the accusation, it became honest again, it was not completely crushed, and half of its perfect body remained.

"Okay." Zhang Cong was almost annoyed, he reached out his hand and tapped the little thing with slanted branches under his eyelids, and scolded like a madman, "You bitch should set up a chastity archway, okay, okay, You can be patient."

Zhang Cong picked up his schoolbag from the stool, threw it on his back and left.

From the day to now, he really started to burn from the soles of his feet, and now even the top of his head has started a prairie fire.

So Zhang Cong sat on the word "bastard", and walked a few steps out of the house, and after leaving the door of the house, he used all his strength and slammed the door with a loud bang.

The stairway seemed to be shaking. The cardboard box nestled in the corner was of poor quality and was very weak. It was knocked down directly, and two Chinese cabbages rolled out of it.

Zhang Cong kicked the cabbage flying, and the two orphans just played bungee jumping and flew out from the side of the stairs, not knowing how many floors they flew down.

Later, Zhang Cong heard Zhang Hanma yelling in the room, which sounded like "little bastard" and greeting the eighteenth generation of his ancestors.

Zhang Cong smiled.That's right, everyone on the third floor could hear him falling like this. If Zhang Hanma can still fall asleep, he probably died of sleep. He has to rub a few RMB to buy a wreath to fulfill his filial piety.

But Zhang Cong is also very strange, his ancestors are not his father's ancestors, his father is still his ancestors, so what's the point of greeting?I have enclosed myself in it, so stupid that there is no limit.

Just like what he saw, Zhang Cong's father was an alcoholic.In fact, he was not like this before.When Zhang Cong was young, about six or seven years old, his father knew how to go out to do business, and the family life was very good, and there was a trend of prosperity.

It's just that the good times didn't last long, and the business lost within a few years.

It stands to reason that no one can avoid the ups and downs in a person's life, but not everyone can contribute to the ups and downs.His father's turmoil probably couldn't be more magnificent, and he was directly killed by him.

He was ashamed of the angry smelly who was thrown off.He gambled all day long and borrowed usury loans.Do nothing good.

Zhang Cong's mother is a woman who doesn't know anything about four or six. Qing pointed her husband to run for a well-off life, took care of the children at home every day, and lived with the meager wages of the working class, working hard.

Until one day, my father came home drunk and beat my mother.Zhang Cong was young at that time, so he probably vaguely understood that this was called "domestic violence".

Domestic violence can happen countless times once.Si Liu, who didn't understand, seemed to wake up suddenly, so she packed up her things and left overnight.

Zhang Cong didn't fall asleep at all that night. The ten-year-old boy followed his mother for hundreds of meters in winter with his bare feet.Finally the woman couldn't hold back anymore, she turned her head and ran back quickly to hug him.

It has been many years, and Zhang Cong can't remember her words clearly. He only remembers that she cried into tears, probably saying: "Mom has no ability, grandma is still sick, and mother can't support you, but you are willing to share with me. Is mom going?"

Zhang Cong tilted his head and thought about it.If you really want to take me away, will you go quietly without telling me at night?In fact, it’s not right to say that, you are crying like this, you probably really want to take me away, but you don’t think so.

So Zhang Cong stood there, and because of a "then", he was childish and a little angry, and didn't hold his fucking hand.

And the woman stared at him for a long while, seeing that the moon was crooked, she didn't hug him again.She just took out a handful of lollipops from her pocket and stuffed them into Zhang Cong's trouser pocket.

That was the last time Zhang Cong saw his mother so far.Since the woman left, Zhang Cong's father has become even more serious.

He used to only take gambling, and then he started prostitution.They even brought women to their homes to prostitute.

For a while, Zhang Cong's favorite thing to do was to get up early in the morning and watch those plain-looking women come out of his father's house with a few money notes in their hands.

I don't know where Zhang Hanma got the money to prostitute.

Gradually Zhang Cong grew up, he became less boring, and he didn't call him "Dad" anymore, he started calling him Zhang Hanma.

The bones of the young man matured gradually, and the beatings began to hurt. Uneducated children did not learn well, and Zhang Cong finally learned his treason without a teacher.

Once Zhang Hanma was too noisy to sleep, he kicked Zhang Hanma's door open in the middle of the night, entered the room with a broom, and beat him and the woman on the bed together. Since then, Zhang Hanma has not Take someone home again.

Zhang Cong felt that it was not the result of his beating, but that they finally moved, to such a small place where nothing shit happened. Zhang Han felt ashamed and didn't take it home.

Before Zhang Cong was 14 years old, the most tangled thing was whether to kill Zhang Hanma. After the age of 14, the most tangled thing is whether to kill myself and Zhang Hanma together.

It's just that sometimes Zhang Hanma looks like a person, even like a father when he stops drinking occasionally.He will give Zhang Cong tuition fees, buy Zhang Cong a padded jacket, and buy Zhang Cong a table of KFC on the [-]th of the twelfth lunar month.Although he still has no nose and no face after buying it, he really bought it and spent money. ——The money was not given to any women inside or outside the house, but to Zhang Cong.

Although 360 a year, he seems to be less than 65, but it is this 65, the money spent on him, that makes Zhang Cong's entanglement become a more difficult struggle.

The only thing that Zhang Cong was more comfortable with, never struggling or tangling was——Zhang Hanma made him sick, and the smell of wine made him sick.

Zhang Cong is not that hypocritical, this is the kind of nausea that would vomit physically.He threw up again today.

In the middle of the afternoon, the sun was not as bright as in the morning. The sun seemed to be pinched by an illusory hand, and the light that came out seemed to be struggling. — Weak struggle.

Zhang Cong came out of the house and stuffed 600 yuan from Zhang Hanma's ten pockets into the envelope that Liu Enming had given him earlier.

He weighed the envelope in his hand and put it back in his pocket.

The school uniform was thin and baggy, and the cold wind was not welcome. It made his whole body cold, as if he had just come out of the freezer.

Zhang Cong hesitated for a while, and found a KFC on the side of the street, and went in. He didn't order anything, and sat there until the evening, rubbing the envelope in his pocket with his hands, and the kraft paper was fluffed by him.

He didn't come out until it was dark. There was a bus stop on the side of the road. He narrowed his eyes, stood there for a long time without passing, turned around and walked to the fork in the road.