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Of course Zhao Yue remembered that the keychain was his treasure. He took it out of his pocket and asked, "What's the story about this keychain?"

"Brother Qiao gave it to me."

"Brother Bridge?"

"His name is Zhang Shiqiao. He lived across from our house back then. He was a policeman. Actually, I should call him Uncle Zhang according to his age, but he refused to let me call him Brother Qiao."

Zhang Shiqiao was already in his early thirties at that time, and he was still a low-level policeman. He was so busy all day long that he left early and returned late. I haven't even met a few times.

That night Zhong Ling had just returned from his father's side. He buried his head and walked very slowly. He didn't really want to go home, but he had nowhere to go.Zhang Shiqiao had just planned to take a shower after dinner, but before he could take off his clothes, a phone call came, and he had to rush back to the office in a hurry.

The light in the stairwell just went out, and the whole corridor was pitch black. Zhong Ling heard hurried footsteps from top to bottom. Zhang Shiqiao went down the stairs with great momentum and a strong man. The man fell backwards, Zhang Shiqiao quickly grabbed his back, pulled him tightly to stand still, and said dissatisfiedly, "Why don't you look at the road when you walk, kid?!"

Zhong Ling was in a low mood, and after being bumped for no reason, she still received such scolding, so she couldn't help but reply him coldly: "I'm blind."

Zhang Shiqiao also said that kind of words in a hurry. He knew that no one could see the way clearly when the corridor lights were broken. Now he was more responsible for bumping into the child. He heard Zhong Ling's angry words, I felt a little bit sorry, but time was tight, so I continued to go downstairs and yelled at him: "I'm sorry, brother will buy you ice cream next time!"

The next morning, Zhong Ling went to school, and when she went downstairs, she happened to meet Zhang Shiqiao again. Zhang Shiqiao had a pair of dark circles under his eyes, and was eating a bun in his mouth. Suddenly stopped and grabbed Zhong Ling's arm, "Hey, wait a minute."

Zhong Ling looked up at him with no expression on his face.

"The kid I bumped into last night was you, right?"

Zhong Ling responded, "Yes."

"I'm sorry, I had something urgent to go out last night, and the corridor was dark, so I didn't notice you, and accidentally ran into you." Seeing Zhong Ling looking at him indifferently, Zhang Shiqiao pointed at him as if he was afraid that he would not believe him. Pointing to the police uniform on his body, "It's really urgent, I'm going to catch the bad guys!"

Zhong Ling didn't care about what happened last night long ago, he just thought about not being late for school, and after listening to Zhang Shiqiao's words, he simply said "oh".

Zhang Shiqiao thought he was still angry with himself, and said again: "I'm sorry, I agreed to buy ice cream for you next time. Hey, which floor do you live on?"

Zhong Ling looked at his watch and replied, "Fourth floor."

"Fourth floor? 402?"

"Ah."

Zhang Shiqiao slapped Zhong Ling on the shoulder, and said cheerfully, "I live in 401, right across from you! Why didn't I realize that there is a handsome guy living across from you?"

Zhong Ling really didn't want to spend any more time with him, so he pushed Zhang Shiqiao's hand on his shoulder away and said, "Please let me go."

Zhang Shiqiao saw that the child didn't give him face at all, and he felt a little upset, "Didn't I apologize to you, I didn't mean it." He looked at the remaining meat bun in his hand, and tried Handed it to Zhong Ling, and asked, "Why don't I treat you to a bun?"

Zhong Ling blocked his hand and said with a blank expression, "No, I'm going to be late for school."

"Oh." Zhang Shiqiao was taken aback, and immediately turned sideways to make way for him. Zhong Ling lowered his head and walked past him. Zhang Shiqiao looked at his figure walking down quickly, and couldn't help sighing at him, "Tsk, what are you kid doing?" So weird."

Another week later, Zhong Ling forgot to bring her keys when she went out that day, and when she came home from school, she found that she couldn't enter her house.If I wait for my mother to come back to open the door, it may be very late, and maybe she will not come back tonight.Do you want to go to Dad's side?It's better to go to a classmate's house and spend some time there. Although Zhong Ling doesn't seem to have many close friends, the most urgent thing right now is to find something to fill his stomach.

Zhong Ling turned around in his head a few times, but he didn't move lazily. He just felt a little tired. After walking all the way back from school, he suddenly felt extremely tired both in heart and body.He squatted at the door of the house, in a daze, quietly watching the afterglow of the sunset slowly disappearing in the corridor, and fell asleep without knowing it.

Zhang Shiqiao got off work early today, and he got home after eight o’clock. He just walked to the door, and found the beautiful stinky-faced child opposite the door who was curled up and sitting on the ground. Zhang Shiqiao was an enthusiastic person. I went to pat him and asked, "Hey, what's wrong with you?"

Zhong Ling was awakened by his patting, looked at him with sleepy eyes, and said, "I didn't bring the key."

Zhang Shiqiao looked at the closed door behind Zhong Ling, and asked again, "Have you eaten yet?"

Zhong Ling shook her head, her stomach unceremoniously grunted at the right time.

Zhang Shiqiao asked him with a smile, "Would you like to sit at my house?" Pulling him up with one hand, Zhong Ling huddled on the ground and sat for a long time, his legs were numb, and he almost couldn't stand still. Zhang Shiqiao helped him steady with another hand, turned around and Go open your own door.

Just as Zhang Shiqiao was about to enter the house, he turned around and saw Zhong Ling still standing where he was, and couldn't help shouting to him again: "Come here."

Zhong Ling pursed his lips, clutching the shoulder strap of his schoolbag in his hand, with a hesitant expression on his face, Zhang Shiqiao pulled him over and pushed his back into the door, "Don't dawdle, aren't you hungry? , come in and eat."

Zhang Shiqiao's home is a typical mess. Newspapers and magazines are strewn everywhere, clothes are thrown around, and unwashed bowls are still on the table. The room is filled with a strange smell. , Zhong Ling couldn't help frowning, Zhang Shiqiao was a little embarrassed, moved all the things on the sofa, and greeted him with a smile, "I'm usually busy, I don't have time to clean up, the house is a bit messy, you sit down first , I’ll cook.” Turned on the TV again, “Do you want to watch cartoons? Here, adjust what you want.” He handed over the remote control.

There were limited ingredients in the kitchen. Zhang Shiqiao only cooked noodles and fried an egg for one person. When he stretched his head into the living room to greet Zhong Ling to come over for noodles, he found that Zhong Ling was lying on the coffee table doing homework.

Zhang Shiqiao ate the hot noodles and said, "How about it? I'm good at cooking, right? I haven't eaten noodles that taste better than mine."

Zhong Ling blew on the noodles without looking up, "Yes."

Zhang Shiqiao was upset, "You just 'hmm'?"

Zhong Ling raised his head this time and said, "Thank you uncle."

Zhang Shiqiao didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and said, "You must be very unpopular in school, right?"

Zhong Ling thought for a while, and said honestly, "No."

"If I were in your class, I would always want to find a chance to beat you up."

Zhong Ling didn't care at all, "Oh."

Zhang Shiqiao asked again: "How old are you this year?"

At that time, Zhong Ling had just celebrated his birthday and replied: "11 years old."

"What is your name?"

"Zhong Ling, the beautiful Zhong Ling."

Zhang Shiqiao sucked a string of noodles and said: "My name is Zhang Shiqiao, and I work as a policeman at the South Railway Station Police Station. From now on, you will tell people that you are covered by me. Otherwise, if you look like you, you may be beaten up someday." gone."

Zhong Ling felt that he looked more like a gangster, so he still said, "Thank you, Uncle Zhang."

Zhang Shiqiao was dissatisfied, "Don't call me Uncle, call me Brother Qiao."

Zhong Ling called obediently: "Brother Qiao."

After the two of them finished eating the noodles, it was past nine o'clock. Zhong Ling continued to do his homework. Zhang Shiqiao lay on the sofa watching TV and glanced at Zhong Ling from time to time. But it made people think that he was not good at all, his superficial politeness seemed precocious and perfunctory, his whole person was cold, as if he didn't want to get close to others, and he didn't want others to get close to him.When Zhang Shiqiao was his age, he was just a child. He climbed trees to catch birds, went down to fish in rivers, fought with boys from time to time, and occasionally pulled girls' braids. He had never seen such a child as Zhong Ling.

After Zhong Ling finished his homework, Zhang Shiqiao looked at the opposite door through the cat's eyes and said, "I don't know if your family members have come back."

Zhong Ling looked around and found no phone, so he asked, "Brother Qiao, can I borrow your phone to call my mom?"

Zhang Shiqiao handed him the phone, "Here, take it."

Zhang Shiqiao didn't hear what Zhong Ling said to his mother on the phone. After a while, Zhong Ling returned the phone, and Zhang Shiqiao asked, "What did your mother say?"

Zhong Ling said casually: "She is on a temporary business trip in the afternoon and will not be back tonight."

"What about your dad?"

Zhong Ling stuffed the books one by one back into the bag without looking up, "He is someone else's father now."

Zhang Shiqiao was taken aback, seeing Zhong Ling carrying his schoolbag as if he was about to leave, he hurriedly stopped him and asked, "Where are you going?"

"I'm going to stay at a classmate's house for one night."

"It's so late, it's not safe for a child to run around outside." Zhang Shiqiao deliberately frightened him, "Now there are human traffickers everywhere outside, who love to abduct beautiful little boys like you, maybe you will be sold to someone if you are not careful. Someone else is a son."

Zhong Ling raised his head, and Zhang Shiqiao felt a stern look in his eyes, "I'd rather be someone else's son."

Hearing these words, Zhang Shiqiao felt distressed for a while, and his tone couldn't help softening, "Don't leave today, just stay with me for a night." He helped Zhong Ling take off his schoolbag, and pushed him to sit on the sofa , rubbing his head, "How do you say something? If you have difficulty finding the police, there is a policeman standing in front of you. Why bother him?"

After that day, the two hadn't seen each other for a long time, until the beginning of next month, when Zhong Ling had to ask his father for living expenses, he just went out and found Zhang Shiqiao coming out from the opposite door. Smiling at him, "Going out to play?"

Zhong Ling didn't speak, just nodded.

Zhang Shiqiao waved to him, "Go out and run more with your group of children, don't keep a cold face all day long, there is no child like you."

"Goodbye, Brother Qiao." Zhong Ling turned around and was about to go downstairs.

"Hey, come back." Zhang Shiqiao stopped him again, took something from his key ring, and handed it to Zhong Ling.

Zhong Ling took it over and took a look, and found that it was a plastic keychain with a profile face wearing a hat printed on it, and two English letters underneath, MJ.

"Here for you, don't forget to bring the key next time." Zhang Shiqiao said, "Okay, let's go play."

Zhong Ling opened his mouth, hesitated for a moment, and said, "Thank you Brother Qiao."

Zhang Shiqiao rubbed his head, feeling that his thank you was much more sincere than the previous one.

Zhong Ling walked downstairs step by step, holding the keychain tightly in his hand, and seemed to be less afraid of where he was going.

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