my sick white moonlight

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Nian Xing's father drove a black pickup truck. The cargo space in the back was clean and empty. There were two rows of seats in front. Zhang Youming sat behind the driver's seat and observed Nian Xing's father from the rearview mirror. .

"I heard Zhiqing say that you are a children's illustrator." Zhang Youming took advantage of the time between waiting for the traffic lights to find something to say.

Nian Xing's father smiled awkwardly, he didn't expect Zhang Youming to talk to him.

"Yes, but there has been no work produced for several months, no inspiration. I can't create, I am anxious, and sometimes I drink too much. I feel very sorry for Nian Xing. I am not a competent father."

"No, it's really not easy for you to take care of the child alone." Zhang Youming looked out the window and said casually: "But you can bring the elderly in the family over. If there are many people, the pressure to take care of the child will be less."

Nian Xing's father was silent for a few seconds before he said: "The old couple is gone, Nian Xing's mother... the old man on her mother's side does not want to take care of Nian Xing, you know, autistic children are sometimes very troublesome. "

Zhang Youming frowned, not sure how true or false what he said, seeing the department store, Zhang Youming called to stop.

After getting off the car, Zhang Youming half bent over, stared at the man in front of him who was not in good condition, and asked softly, "Sorry, I don't know your name yet."

"Thank you, Ruocong."

"Driving safely, you didn't sleep well yesterday?" After Zhang Youming said this, he stood upright on the side of the road.

Xie Ruocong smiled and nodded, then stepped on the accelerator and left.

Abnormal, this man is absolutely abnormal, Zhang Youming felt that something was wrong from the first moment he saw Xie Ruocong, Shi Zhenzhu also said that his biological clock is disordered, and he rarely sees Xie Ruocong during the daytime, even occasionally When we met, he also looked sluggish.

And his subconscious "you know, kids with autism, sometimes it's troublesome."

There is a suspicion of deliberately emphasizing that he seems to be creating an image of a middle-aged frustrated man with a troubled career and family.

At around three o'clock in the afternoon, Zhang Youming called Shi Zhenzhu and asked if Xie Ruocong had gone back. Shi Zhuzhu was coaxing Nian Xing to sleep, and she whispered on the other end of the phone: "No, luckily Nian Xing is obedient , only made a fuss once, why? What did you find?."

"No, I'll just ask." Zhang Youming knew that Xie Ruonong would never go back so early.

Zhang Youming integrated the information about Xie Ruocong on the social network and learned that his wife is Xia Xingyue. The two met unexpectedly four years ago and got married in a flash. A year later, Xia Xingyue gave birth to Nian Xing.

Xie Ruocong had a personal Weibo before, but it stopped updating a year ago. It happened to be the time when Xia Xingyue left her. Zhang Youming clicked on the photo album, and he deleted all the photos with Xia Xingyue after marriage.

So Zhang Youming looked through the comments in the few remaining blog posts, trying to find some clues, but there was nothing.

After marriage, Xie Ruocong basically had no interaction with his friends, and there was basically no useful information that could be found on his personal homepage.

With the idea of ​​preparing for the worst, Zhang Youming approached Xiazi Wang and said that he wanted to see the death registrations in the Xihe area from September to November a year ago.

Blind Wang didn't give him the notebook this time, but asked him what he wanted to do. Zhang Youming told the truth that he suspected that Xia Xingyue was not alive at all.

"If you want to take care of this kind of nosy business, then you will never be able to finish your work." Blind Wang said calmly after taking a sip of his wine.

Zhang Youming snatched his long-mouthed flagon, and said coldly: "It's much more interesting to meddle in this business than to drink two or two ounces of wine."

"Then figure it out yourself. Why come to me? If you think she's dead, you prove she's dead. What shortcut do you take when you come to me? It's just like old man Zhang. He likes to meddle in everything. Be careful." Let you go and sweep the streets every day." Wang Xiazi's tone was sour and mean, and he couldn't get used to "people" like Zhang Youming and Duanmei Zhang who like to meddle in everything.

"Sweeping the street is better than you." Zhang Youming came with hope, but was blocked by Wang Xiazi.

Blind Wang couldn't hear someone saying that Duanmeizhang was better than him, so he turned around and went back to the house, took the broom, threw it at the door, and said, "Go, sweep the street, the shop is closed, go back to the underworld as soon as possible."

Blind Wang couldn't see, but he was quite accurate in throwing things, and the tip of the broom landed right at Zhang Youming's feet.

"I just can't figure it out, you don't care about this or that in this world, what do you care about?" Zhang Youming picked up the broom and stood it beside the blind Wang's wall.

"I'm in charge of the sorghum liquor store, and the price hasn't been raised for ten years." Blind Wang sighed again.

He is also very upset recently. He thought Zhang Youming was an obedient master, but now it seems that he is not.

Those who do their business, how can they have so much selfishness.

"Master."

"You still have the face to call me Master."

Zhang Youming didn't say a word for the second half. He knew that Blind Wang was determined and didn't want to show him the death register.

Then this matter will be difficult. Whether Xia Xingyue is dead or alive is still a mystery, and when you think of the song on the phone that night when Nian Xing was playing, this abnormal situation is definitely related to Xia Xingyue, and according to Zhang Youming's work experience, This Xie Ruocong is definitely not a good person.

Zhang Youming went back around seven o'clock, and before he entered the gate, he heard the sound of a man crying, Zhang Youming thought that it couldn't be Shi Zhiqing.

Shi Zhiqing is the kind of person who won't cry in front of others even when she's holding back her internal injuries.

When I entered the house, I saw that it was not.

It was Xie Ruocong who was snotting and crying. Shi Zhuzhu handed him a tissue and patted him on the back lightly.

When Shi Zhiqing, who was sitting by the side, saw Zhang Youming coming back, his eyes lit up as if seeing a savior.

"Xiao Zhang is back?" Shi Zhenzhu said loudly on purpose, mainly hoping that Xie Ruocong would pay attention to his image.

Sure enough, it worked, Xie Ruo raised his head to look at Zhang Youming, and instantly stopped crying, but his nose was still twitching after crying for too long.

"What... what's going on?" Zhang Youming sat on the sofa and asked with a puzzled expression.

"It's nothing, just thinking about the past, I feel a little sad." Xie Ruocong's eyes were red, and he looked really wronged. "I'm sorry, I let you watch a joke, then I won't bother you, I will take Nianxing back first."

Before Zhang Youming could speak again, Xie Ruocong hugged Nian Xing and was about to leave, but Nian Xing in her arms didn't seem very willing to leave now, she twisted the teddy bear in her hand, it didn't work, and then decisively Throw it at Zhang Youming.

With quick eyes and quick hands, Zhang Youming caught her teddy bear, then tilted his head to look at him, and Nian Xing burst into tears.

"Don't cry, don't cry, don't cry for Nian Xing, go back with Dad, and play again tomorrow." Shi Zhenzhu got up, walked in front of Xie Ruocong, and opened the door for him.

Shi Zhiqing watched Xie Ruocong go out of the yard, and said to Zhang Youming: "Fortunately, you are back. It was the first time I saw a big man crying like that. The main reason was that it was embarrassing, you know? I I really admire my mother for being able to chat with him for so long."

"What did he say?" Zhang Youming asked.

Shi Zhiqing has been sitting since he came back, he got up and said: "I'll tell you later, by the way, let me tell you about my dream last night, I will come to your room later."

Zhang Youming was silent for two seconds, then nodded.

[The author has something to say: Thank you, the old friend Xici, for your cute feed! ! ! ! 】