I provoked you on purpose

He wasn't a fool, so he had already seen that it was an urn, otherwise his feet wouldn't be so light.

"The family has gone?" He leaned forward and patted Zhou Chong's shoulder: "Everyone has already left, no matter how sad you have to look forward, you still have your own way to go."

"That's not the way to vent. You just met me and I'm willing to play with you. If you meet someone else, I can send you to the hospital!"

Zhou Chong stopped his hand early, he really couldn't be cruel to such a person, and he couldn't continue to fight, but this person's long-windedness is also true, mother-in-law, mother-in-law, he can't stop talking!

It was the first time he saw such a person, his temper came and went quickly, and he would get angry as soon as he said it, as if he was blowing his hair, and he said it was good, but his flag went out in an instant.

Seeing that Zhou Chong ignored him, the man simply changed the subject and asked, "Are you also abducted from Nanli?"

"Probably." Zhou Chong frowned and said softly.

"No, you don't look like the one from Nanliguai, nor ours from Jinbei." The man smiled, took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, put it in his mouth, and lit it.

That cigarette, Zhou Chong, knew him. He was carrying three rings of three ring cigarettes, which cost three yuan a pack.But the man didn't realize it, and took it smoothly.

"I'm addicted to cigarettes, so you'll just light it up." The man raised his eyebrows, squinted his eyes and smiled, and spit out white smoke rings, circling in the air.

Zhou Chong raised his eyelids and pointed his chin. His facial features were sharp, and when he raised his chin, his eyebrows and eyes became deeper.

"Is there anything else? Give me a root."

Zhou Chong has been smoking cigarettes since the third year of junior high school, but he always smokes good cigarettes that cost several hundred yuan a piece. He never looked at these three yuan boxes before, but now he doesn’t know why. Just want to root.

"You? Forget it." The man exhaled a few puffs of smoke rings, held the smoke between his fingertips, narrowed his long and narrow eyes, looked up and down Zhou Chong, and raised his eyebrows slightly: "You and I are not All the way, I don't want people to say that I have brought other people's children into trouble."

He was holding a cigarette in one hand, and the corner of his mouth was smiling, but that smile was a bit ironic, and it was just pure irony, not aimed at Zhou Chong, otherwise Zhou Chong would definitely give him another punch.

"I have to go, what about you?" After smoking a cigarette, the man pulled a cardboard box not far away, gathered the military coat on his body, and raised his eyebrows at Zhou Chong.

"Me? Wait for someone." Three words, one sentence, was the only sentence that Zhou Chong did not choke with him.

Nanliguai...

This is Zhou Chong's hometown, although he has never been here since he was born.

He called Zhou's family and asked someone to come and pick them up.The person who came was Zhou Wenwu, his second uncle.

There are four old brothers and sisters in his family. The eldest is a sister, the second is Zhou Wenwu, the third is an old man, and the fourth is an uncle.

"You are... Zhou Chong?" Zhou Wenwu also saw this nephew for the first time. From a long distance away, he saw a tall man wearing a black down jacket standing at the telephone pole, holding a red A package that knows what's inside without asking.

"Second Uncle." Zhou Chong lowered his eyelids and looked at the man in front of him.

Zhou Wenwu is not tall and thin, with a Chinese character face and messy eyebrows. Only his eyes are a bit like his father. The old man said that his second brother had a bad health since he was a child. There was no food at home when he was a child. Just malnutrition.

"Your father, this is home." Zhou Wenwu sniffed, his eyes were a little red: "You and your father look alike when you were young! Your eyes are like him, and your nose is like him! Your father When he was young, everyone in ten miles and eight villages said he was outstanding, and so were you! You look like he was carved out of a mold!"

"Let's go, go home with the second uncle."

There was silence all the way.

Zhou Chong didn't open his mouth to speak. He was originally such a taciturn person, and after the old man's death, he had no intention of opening his mouth.

The Zhou family lived in the small town of Nanliguai, not far from the place where Zhou Chong got off the bus, and it took only 10 minutes to walk there.

It was an old alley. There were several places selling food at the entrance of the alley. There were small shops, small noodle restaurants, steamed stuffed bun shops, and a small hair salon.

"This is your old house. It's been 30 or [-] years. It was demolished and rebuilt before. How fast! It's been almost [-] or [-] years since your dad came back last time.

At that time, he quarreled with your grandparents and left after the quarrel. No one thought that once he left, he would never come back. "Zhou Wenwu's nose is still red, and he still feels uncomfortable.

He and Zhou Chong's father, Zhou Wenbin, were about the same age, and they had the best relationship since they were young. He never thought that his younger brother who followed him every day would just disappear and walk in front of him.

"Your grandfather still lives here, and your grandma lives in the fourth family's house. I've cleaned up the house for you, and bought all the things you need to wash your hands. You can check for yourself and tell your second uncle if there is anything missing." Zhou Wenwu took He turned into the alley.

Before turning in, Zhou Chong was attracted by a touch of army green. He was still the same white-faced, crew-cut guy, but the current him was different from the previous fool.

At this time, he was sitting in front of a small noodle restaurant at the entrance of the alley, moved a stool and sat in front of a large basin to wash vegetables, perhaps because the water was too cold, his hands were red from the cold, he didn't realize it, and continued to follow the basin. The Chinese cabbage is more authentic, from time to time pick out some rotten vegetable leaves and throw them on the ground aside.

"Who is that man?" Zhou Chong raised his chin and picked in the direction of the military coat.

"Who? You mean Xie Yunsheng?" Zhou Wenwu was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't expect Zhou Chong to ask someone else.

"The son of the owner of this noodle shop is not his own. He remarried with his mother."

"Don't hang out with this kid in the future, he doesn't study well, he repeated the college entrance examination for two years, and he didn't take the college entrance examination until he was in his 20s.

Smoking, drinking and fighting at school again!The teacher has come to the door several times. I heard that a few days ago, he broke a classmate's arm and was ordered to suspend school at home by the teacher. He is a mess. "Obviously, Zhou Wenwu didn't have a good impression of that man.

"Your father said that you have good grades and are a good student, that is... hey! If your father didn't do this, you wouldn't just get such a small score in the exam... hey! But don't mess with this kind of person Let’s go together! You will be led to ruin by him.”

Zhou Chong didn't speak, his eyes sank, he followed Zhou Wenwu into the alley with the urn in his arms.

He finally understood what Xie Yunsheng said earlier. Is he a good student?If he is a good student, he won't only get more than 300 points in the test!

Zhou Chong lowered his eyelids, and suppressed the agitation in his heart.

Xie Yunsheng?

How could such a badass name be matched with such a temperament?

The house of the Zhou family was built heavily, so it turned out that there are all tile-roofed houses here.

Later, when conditions improved, the tile-roofed houses were demolished and rebuilt into today's bungalows.

Three small bungalows, the top floor is paved with cement and surrounded by stone pillars. Grandpa Zhou Chong’s house used to be this kind of house. In summer, you can spread a mat on the bungalow and sleep in the open air to watch the stars.

The Zhou family also has a small yard with a grape trellis, but now it is cold weather, there is only one bare grape trellis.

"Father, I brought Zhou Chong back." Zhou Wenwu entered the room and helped an old man out.

The old man was old, with a beard and few hairs falling out. The skin on his face was wrinkled like tree bark, his eyes were cloudy, his waist was stooped, and his mouth was trembling.

"Is it San'er?" Tears flowed from those cloudy eyes, tremblingly looking at the standing young man not far away.

Big eyes, thick eyebrows, and sharp facial features as sharp as a knife.

"It's San'er, San'er is back! I'm back to see my father!"

The old man was still crying, but he was crying with a smile. He hunched over and moved forward with steps, trying to see the person in front of him more clearly.

"San'er is still the same as before, unchanged! Wen Wu, look at your brother, is he still the same as before?"

The old man raised his head to look at Zhou Chong, his cloudy eyes hit his face bit by bit.

Zhou Chong had already sensed that something was wrong, he raised his eyes, turned his head to the side, and looked at Zhou Wenwu who was beside him: "Second Uncle, what is this old man?"

"Alzheimer's dementia. It's been several years. I can't recognize people." Zhou Wenwu sucked his nose, and the tip of his nose was red again. "Everyone who sees him says he is your father, so they probably regard you as the third child."

Zhou Chong was silent and did not speak.

He knew about the conflict between his father and his family. Eighteen years ago, Zhou Wenbin was kicked out of the house. When he left, he didn't even wear a pair of shoes, and his feet were rotten from the cold.

The outsider collapsed as soon as he arrived, and had a high fever for a month, which almost killed his life. His mother stayed in the hospital all day long, giving medicine to his father, and his frozen feet were hugged by her. Covered in the bed, not letting the cold air out, I kept it for half a year.

What kind of deep hatred can drive a biological son to death?

Zhou Chong couldn't figure it out, he didn't have a good impression of the Zhou family, if he knew today, why bother?

When Zhou Wenbin was kicked out back then, why didn't he think about it now?

"Zhou Chong, your father didn't tell you what happened back then, right?" Zhou Wenwu lowered his head and asked.

Zhou Chong knew what he was referring to, it was the fact that his father was kicked out that year.

"No mention."

"My dad said, it's a thorn in my heart, you can't touch it, it hurts when you touch it."

Zhou Chong said this sentence very calmly, but when it fell into Zhou Wenwu's ears, it was like being stabbed by a knife.

"You... your father... he's complaining in his heart." Zhou Wenwu lowered his head, looked at his toes, and felt that he couldn't continue talking, which made him feel uncomfortable.

"The grievances of the older generation, let's end here. Your father is gone, and your grandfather is like this. Death is like a lamp going out, forget it."

"Your father's grave, I've fixed it for him, and I'll do it again in a few days, and it will be regarded as the fallen leaves returning to their roots."

Zhou Wenwu lowered his head, finished speaking, sniffed his nose and left, his eyes were red and red, which showed how much Zhou Chong's words had hurt him just now.

Zhou Chong lied.

His father is a good man, how could he say such a thing.