Confessions of a Thief

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Three days later, Zhuang Ze was released. He went to the stall that had been open for ten years and bought a big bag of steamed buns. It used to cost one dollar each, but now it cost one dollar and fifty cents. The difference between five cents took four years. .

When he returned to the slums, the sun was just setting, and he returned to the house exhausted, heaved a long sigh of relief, and moved a wooden stool to the window sill to watch the train as always.

There is a factory railroad outside the slums, which transports industrial materials. It runs at [-] o’clock every morning and evening. Zhuang Ze has seen it since he was a child, and he never misses it. The unchanging scenery has crossed the gap of time. Only then did I say a word: "Mom, Dad, the train is coming, look!" It's a pity that the voice is no longer immature, and no one answers.

"Mom...Dad..." Because he seldom spoke, his voice was very hoarse, "The train is coming, look." At seven o'clock, Zhuang Ze spoke on time, but today he said one more sentence: " Two days ago, I didn't come back, I was playing outside, nothing happened."

"Cuckoo, cluck, chirp!"

In the usually quiet residential building, there was a piercing bird song. Zhuang Ze looked up subconsciously. On the fifth floor opposite, a man wearing a black vest and holding a birdcage looked impatient. A cigarette, a towel around his neck.

"Tsk, shut up! If you keep making noise, I'll pluck your hair!" The man threw the birdcage away, and brushed back his dripping hair.

As soon as he roared, the black sparrow in the cage became quiet, but then it found other interesting things and chirped in the direction of Zhuang Ze.

Zhuang Ze backed away the moment the man looked down at him.

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Every morning, Zhuang Ze would take a small broken bowl and go down to water his orange tree. This tree was the tree of life that his parents planted for him when he was born. I picked a few small bones, and I will be able to eat oranges in a while... Zhuang Ze thought, a little smile appeared on his face after he had been stern for a long time.

"Oh! Remember to come back for lunch!" Lin Qi was carrying a birdcage, holding a bowl of fried noodles in his hand, wearing shorts, a black vest, and a pair of black cloth shoes, standing downstairs like an old man, a black sparrow Flying away from his shoulder, he called twice.

Seeing that the other party turned his head to look at him, Zhuang Ze quickly put away the smile on his face, turned and walked into the stairs.

At seven o'clock in the morning, he took a small bench and sat by the window again, holding a bun in his hand and gnawed in small bites, because the corner of his mouth was broken by someone before, and every time he ate, he would be torn by the wound, but he didn't To deal with it, just like this, the blood flowed from the corner of the mouth to the chin.

Lin Qi was leaning against the window of his house, drying the clothes, and saw Zhuang Ze when he lowered his head, good guy, what did you eat, did you vomit blood?

Woo.

As soon as the train whistle sounded, Zhuang Ze raised his head and smiled slightly, and murmured a few words.

Lin Qi put his hands on the window sill and narrowed his eyes.