In the name of father

Xiao Yan refused to let go of Xiao Mo even after the nonsense was over, he hugged the man face to face on the table in the interrogation room and said some nonsense until the man really looked tired and was about to After falling asleep, he reluctantly let go of him, took a tissue and wiped the man's body carefully (didn't forget to laugh at him again for not wearing underwear), dressed the man, and opened the window to blow the air away. After noticing the ambiguous smell in the room, he packed up his things and sent the man out of the interrogation room respectfully.

Xiao Yan still has a lot of things to do next, so many people have been arrested and returned to the police station tonight, according to the usual habits, he will definitely not be able to go home tonight.

He originally wanted to ask someone to find Xiao Yan to take over the man, but the moment he opened the door, he saw the young master of the Xiao family leaning against the wall of the interrogation room. The latter was on the phone and seemed to be handing over the code. He frowned about the delivery of the goods over there, and he didn't know what trouble he encountered——

It's just that at the moment at the door, the young master of the Xiao family returned to his usual calm and calm appearance, and the indifference on his face also subsided a little. He stretched out his hand, rubbed it with the back of his hand, and walked slowly from behind the door. The man who walked out slowly: "Are you tired?"

"Tired." Xiao Mo said bluntly, without much complaint in his tone, but this still made Xiao Yan move his eyelids, and glance meaningfully at the young police officer who came out behind the man.

"What are you looking at?" Xiao Yan stared back in disbelief—after tossing and tossing for three hours, he became more and more lively like a monster.

"You may have too many questions in your routine 'questioning', Sir, you can ignore me, this is just an opinion from an ordinary citizen." Xiao Yan glanced at Xiao Yan with a half-smile With a glance, he stretched out his hand and pulled the man to his side, took off his coat and put it on the thinly dressed man, and asked, "Where's your cotton coat?"

Xiao Mo moved his lips and was about to answer, but at this moment, he heard Xiao Yan behind him, saying abruptly in a very provocative tone: "It's dirty."

Xiao Yan closed his mouth and didn't speak. Xiao Mo really felt a little cold at the moment, so he closed his son's coat on his shoulders with his body temperature, lowered his head and didn't speak. He narrowed his eyes and yawned at an angle where he thought no one would see——

Xiao Mo lowered his head, unaware that his sneaky yawning appearance fell into two pairs of amber pupils without missing a second, and the cat-like appearance that just stole the fish made the twins The identically beautiful eyes dimmed at the same time, then Xiao Yan and Xiao Yan moved at the same time, one after the other, candles on both wrists of the man——

Xiao Yan pulled the left side, Xiao Yan pulled the right side.

Xiao Mo was stunned, raised his head and glanced at them inexplicably, the atmosphere between the three suddenly seemed a little weird... After a long time, a small police superintendent called Xiao Yan's name from the end of the corridor, and the young police officer Then after swearing, he reluctantly let go of his father's hand—Xiao Yan smiled slightly, and took the man to the place closest to him, in a not so abrupt way, Almost half hugged the man and leaned together.

"Dad, are you going home tonight?"

"kindness?"

Xiao Mo was extremely distracted at the moment, so his body took a step ahead of his brain. Originally, he wanted to nod and agree vaguely, but at this moment, Xiao Yan, who was walking towards his colleagues, suddenly stopped and looked back at him, which made him realize Xiao Yan seemed to have said something important just now, the man thought about it carefully, and finally remembered what the eldest son said just now.

So he abruptly swallowed the word "good" back into his stomach, gathered his clothes in silence, and walked out.

When Xiao Mo walked out of the police station, he was so tired that he couldn't open his eyes—at this moment, the man didn't like any of his sons, so he directly rejected Xiao Yan's offer to let him The proposal to go home, the excuse that there are still things left in the rented house, the man insisted on going back to the place where he slept all night.

He even rejected Xiao Yan's proposal that he would personally drive him back, because the man knows that the eldest son looks easy to talk—note, it's just a look, in fact, he knows right and wrong, if today he compromises and sits on Xiao Yan's car, then where the car stops and where it turns off in the end, it is definitely not up to Xiao Mo to decide.

Xiao Mo stood in the cold wind, no matter what kind of eyes Xiao Yan looked at him, he tried his best not to waver, until a taxi drove up from a distance in the cold wind, Xiao Mo stopped the car, turned his head, With a full face, he asked the tall and handsome young man standing next to him if he had 100 yuan.

He has no money, and there is no bus at this late hour.

So 1 minute later, the black-haired man took the money from his helpless son contentedly, counted the money, and took out a red card from inside to return all the money under Grandpa Mao to Xiao Yan, and then bent down to sit on his extended chair. He got into the car with such an elegant posture like a luxury car, and the man closed the door with a bang almost without hesitation. Through the cheap dark blue glass of a taxi, the man looked at him standing there in a good mood. The eldest son, who was blowing the cold wind by the side of the road, waved his hand.

Until the taxi drove away, he pretended that he didn't see Xiao Yan was wearing only a thin shirt - until the tall young man outside the car window gradually turned into a small dot as the car drove away, the man took it off He took off his shirt, took out his mobile phone, smoothly entered a series of numbers that he had memorized by heart, and sent a text message.

The central content is to let Xiao Yan go back indoors quickly, it is cold, be careful of catching cold.

After sending the text message, Xiao Mo was in a good mood and chatted with the taxi driver for a while. Drivers who drive late at night always like to chat with customers. Firstly, the condom can almost reduce mutual distrust, and secondly, it is convenient for refreshing——So the man Half hypocritical and half proud to hear the driver praise his "brother" from head to toe, and when the driver looked at the clothes the man was holding in his arms in the rearview mirror, he praised "there are few people who are so good to their brothers nowadays." "Young man", he burst out laughing directly.

Although today he punched for half a round and was tossed all night by the Xiao brothers, there is no place on the man that is not sore at the moment, but because Xiao Mo is in a good mood, he simply asked the driver to separate him from the place where he lived. I stopped a street away, and bought three bowls of sugar-watered eggs at a roadside stall with money other than the fare I paid for the car.

This food is cheap and warms the body, and it can be eaten directly after heating it up at home. It is also worthy of the promise that Xiaotong and the idler Zhang will "bring a supper" when they go home at night.

The man walked home with his supper in his hand. Walking downstairs, he saw his temporary "home" without any surprises. There was still a faint light behind the dirty glass, and he still didn't sleep at such a late hour. , it should be that the little boy is pestering his father to tell a story——Xiao Mo thought, and even quickened his pace, now every time he takes two steps, he can feel something flowing out of his body , It felt very uncomfortable, he just wanted to take a hot bath to relieve his fatigue and then sleep.

Opening the door with the mentality of "everything will be fine when I go home", the man finds that it is not Zhang and Xiaotong who he imagined are nestled in the living room, but Li Tang. Wearing a simple T-shirt, the whole person curled up on the sofa, the simple electric oven was turning, and the firelight reflected on his face, which made the originally pale face appear a little pale earlier. blood color.

What was even more surprising was that Li Tang held in his arms a little boy who was sleeping in a daze.

Hearing the sound of Xiao Mo opening the door, he raised his head and quietly looked at the man who was standing there.

"Uncle."

Li Tang rubbed his eyes, yawned a little, closed the book in his hand and sat up slowly——a second before Xiao Mo pushed open the door, he was still leaning on the edge of the sofa holding the book. I read this book with relish, Xiao Mo couldn't help but read that book more, and then found out with embarrassment that the book that Li Tang read with "relish" was a collection of fairy tales by children.

Xiao Mo put down the things in his hands, went directly to the other side of the sofa and sat down: "Why are you here?"

"I'm worried about you, so come and have a look."

Li Tang moved, and then seemed to finally remember that there was another person on him, so he put the little girl sleeping in his arms and lay down on the sofa—that skillful technique made Xiao Mo dumbfounded... ...No way, Li Tang's image is far from "liking children" in any case. In Xiao Mo's impression, a young man of Li Tang's age and personality, Generally don't like children.

Children generally don't like to be close to this kind of... people who are too cold.

What's going on here?

Is it going to rain red outside?

Xiao Mo didn't bother to ask how Li Tang came in—the idler Zhang knew Li Tang, and saw the boss standing at the door of his house, such an unscrupulous person, I am afraid that the whole person would like to get up from the wheelchair and crawl to greet the boss. Come... Xiao Mo thought, stood up and went to the room to heat up the sugar water eggs he brought back, divided them into two bowls and gave Li Tang a bowl. He took the bowl in a daze and didn't forget to say thank you.

"Little boy, where's your father?"

Xiao Mo looked at the little girl and the pretty young man obediently sitting on the sofa by the fire and drinking sugar water quietly, and had the illusion that he had raised a son and a daughter.

"Sleep in there?"

The little boy said vaguely, and looked up at Li Tang, as if he didn't know what to say... So the latter calmly glanced at Xiao Mo: "Rest in the inner room, when I came, your roommate's spirit is not very good."

After speaking, Li Tang closed his mouth.

Although Xiao Mo felt that this guy seemed to have something to say that he couldn't finish.

Xiao Mo was too lazy to ask. At this time, he seemed to vaguely heard the sound of something falling to the ground from the idler Zhang's room. He paused, and picked up the last thing left on the table. A bowl of sugar water stood up, turned around and wanted to go directly to the idler Zhang's room, but at this moment, he heard Li Tang calling him behind him.

The man turned his head and raised his eyebrows to look at the young man who was hesitating to speak on the sofa.

"Uncle, do you know that your roommate..."

Xiao Mo listened to Li Tang's words, looked at those dark brown pupils, his heart sank suddenly, and he looked at them sitting next to the auditorium with his small face upturned, with an inexplicable boyish face, the man was silent After a long time, he nodded and shook his head again - as if he understood what the man meant at this moment, Li Tang immediately closed his mouth.

Xiao Duan took the bowl of sugar water and walked towards the idler Zhang's room—the relaxed expression he had just returned home was no longer on his face, and his complexion was rather unsightly. The door was pushed open without much effort.

There is only one dim lamp on in the room of idler Zhang.

The lamp was shining on the bed, but the scene on the bed made the man who had just opened the door smash the bowl of sugar water in his hand.

The sound of "bang" turned into an unusually piercing sound in the middle of the night.

On the dilapidated plank bed, a man with strong muscles was lying there unconsciously. His body was as stiff as a fish that had been out of water for a long time, and the white foam from his mouth was almost flowing. His whole face was covered, tears flowed from the corners of his eyes, and the snot in his nose made his whole face messy... Under his body, a large piece of bed sheet was wet, and an unbearable scent came from the fragrance. Literally stinks of feces and urine, and his limbs twist into a hideous shape.

The idler Zhang lay there, it seemed that there was only air left, not much air left.

Xiao Mo stood where he was, his feet seemed to be rooted and he couldn't move a step further. His eyes looked around the room. Finally, at the foot of the bed, he found a scattered sheet that seemed to be taken from a child casually. The torn paper torn from the homework book, around the paper, was sprinkled with a little white powder like flour.

The first day I saw Idleman Zhang, the middle-aged man smiled and told him that he was addicted to cigarettes, yawned, and went into the bathroom with a runny nose. The appearance of tears, like slides printed on a revolving lantern, flashed one by one in Xiao Mo's mind...

Xiao Mo bent down, quietly picked up the piece of paper, and held it in his palm.

"Uncle? What's the matter?"

It seemed that he heard the sound of Xiao Mo breaking the sugar water bowl. In the living room, Li Tang yelled vigilantly.

Immediately afterwards, a child's innocent voice came through: "Uncle Xiao, is my father awake? If he is awake, ask him to drink sugar water."

Xiao Mo heard this voice, but it was extremely uncomfortable - he was standing in the room, the stench coming from his nostrils made him unable to breathe, the blood flowed upstream along the soles of his feet, and his heart seemed to be crushed by someone. It is struggling to maintain the beating as if something is alive in the hand...

"It's okay," Xiao Mo heard himself say in a numb voice that was almost terribly dry, "Little boy, you play outside by yourself, Li Tang, come in."

The living room outside became quiet, and then it seemed like a century had passed before Xiao Mo heard footsteps approaching from behind him——

Immediately afterwards, a person taller than him stood behind him.

The man relaxed his back a bit, gave way, and let the young man standing behind him walk in. Then, when Li Tang had a clear view of the room and suddenly darkened his pretty face, Xiao Mo touched his pocket. ——But at this moment, Li Tang grabbed his wrist, and the man raised his head in a daze, but unexpectedly met a pair of unusually calm dark brown pupils.

Xiao Mo moved his lips: "Call an ambulance..."

"Stop screaming." Li Tang shook his head, "As he is still angry, ask him what else he wants to say."

Xiao Mo suddenly pursed the corners of his lips.

Li Tang glanced at the powder at the foot of the bed, and his gaze became even colder: "He probably wanted to force himself to quit to make this look—it's not worthy of pity, but it's still a bit of a responsibility. I will let my brothers take care of it... Uncle, you really know how to choose, there are dozens of households in a building, and you can pick a family who is still taking drugs with your eyes closed."