Chapter 468

Chunchang street, Huai'an district.

This place is an old residential building. The more you go to the alley, the more messy it is. Even a lot of public construction around it has been abandoned and no one uses it. There are big blood red words on every house in this old street.

This place is the first place to be developed in the whole city. After 20 years of wind and rain, it is basically uninhabitable. So the government plans to redevelop this place, and all the residents have moved out.

But because of the development progress, the demolition of this place has been shelved.

The residents didn't know when they would be demolished, so they didn't dare to move out. Gradually, some tramps and scavengers came in to live. The original owner started to do business as soon as he saw that there was a way.

Gradually, there are many people here. In Zongting's memory, I lived here when I was a child. Although the environment is extremely bad, hot summer and cold winter, sometimes I don't even have water to take a bath, but I am happy.

He has a loving mother, a few good friends and a kind teacher.

Although the uncles and aunts living around are dirty, everyone's smile is still warm. He often sits on the steps and stops. They talk about the strange things in the past. Everyone has their own sorrow, which leads to a sigh.

Zongting still remembers that the place was finally demolished the year after his mother's death. Last year, he went to see it. It became a brand-new commercial building, surrounded by the most powerful new technology.

It also became another center of the whole imperial capital, and even was given the reputation of little Silicon Valley.

He thought that the homeless, scavengers and migrant workers' uncles and aunts must have been unable to afford to live.

But why? Why do you come back to this place?

The sky is drizzling with light rain. As soon as it rains, the alley will become very wet, covered with green moss, littered everywhere, and the drainage facilities here have already broken down.

Once it rains, the water comes out of the sewer, and the whole world is filled with disgusting smell.

As soon as he got close to the alley, he was almost suffocated by the smell. Why didn't he feel it before? Is it hard to live in my father's house for a period of time and become spoiled?

Light rain drenchs on own body, ice cold feeling unexpectedly some comfortable.

He carefully avoided the garbage piled on both sides of the road, and walked inside a little bit. Just as he came to the center of the alley, there were random footsteps coming from behind. He was about to look back when a black umbrella appeared on his head.

"Xiaoting, why don't you take an umbrella in rainy days? If you get wet, you will be beaten again."

The one who held his umbrella was an old man with a ragged beard. He was wearing a shabby but clean overcoat. Underneath were his sports pants, and on top of them were ADI's sports shoes. The colorful clothes didn't match very well. You can see that they were picked up.

It seems that there is no such a shabby old man in my memory. Time is too long. When Zongting was thinking about his name with his head in his arms, his body instinctively called out: "thank you, Grandpa Li."

"It's all right, you are so good! If I were my grandson, I would love you very much. "

"You have always been my grandfather."

The mouth is so sweet. Zongting looks up at the old man's smiling face. He feels warm in his heart. The old man drags him straight into the silo.

Two people were sitting on the stairs on the first floor. The old man took out a plastic bag from his pocket. It was white cloth inside and a layer of oil paper inside. Then he peeled it open and it turned out to be a chicken leg inside.

The old man seemed to offer a treasure to him: "here, I made a lot of money today. I bought it for you on my way back."

"Grandfather Li, I..."

Zongting suddenly felt a burst of hunger all over his body. He wanted to grab the chicken leg in front of him and put it in his mouth, as if he hadn't touched oil star for hundreds of years.

"Take it, son. This is what I bought for you."

"Thank you, Grandpa Li." Zong Ting swallowed and spit, but he didn't refuse. He took it up and put it into his mouth.

He was gnawing oil all over his mouth when a group of 45 or so couples came in from the outside. The woman was slightly fat and the man was black and thin. They ran in quickly without an umbrella.

After coming in, I saw two grandsons sitting at the entrance of the stairs.

They seemed to be very familiar with me. The woman came over and directly took out two eggs from her pocket: "I went smoothly from the construction site. Anyway, lunch at the construction site is free. Xiaoting, two eggs should be put away."

Obediently nodded, Zongting quickly put the egg into his pocket.

At this time, he looked up at the two people, wearing a blue linen jacket and a safety helmet. The hands that handed the eggs were all cocoons, and there was even mud on his face and arms.

The fat woman looked at him like this, her eyes were full of heartache, and her hands full of calluses touched his head: "it's really poor baby. I heard his mother beat him last night. What do you say a four-year-old child knows? Is it his own child? How can he start so hard?"

"He's not a normal person at all, OK? You still expect that woman to treat her children normally." The man followed.

The woman gave him a shut up look, and then looked at Zongting, which means to guard the children and not to talk.

When the man closes his mouth, the fat woman squats down and looks at Zongting with tenderness in her eyes. This kind of feeling makes Zongting shudder. This is the feeling of her mother in her memory. How can she appear in such a person?

"Xiaoting, if you are hungry, come to your uncle and aunt's house. Our food is not good, but we are absolutely full."

"When that woman hits you, you can come too. I'll protect you." Black thin man added another sentence.

At this time, the old man waved his hand: "well, well, you go back quickly. When Xiaoting finishes eating the drumsticks, he will go home as soon as possible. When his mother sees him with us smelly beggars, he should be beaten again!"

The body automatically began to eat drumsticks, Zongting some don't understand, why these are worried about themselves?

My childhood was OK. Was it my mother who beat me?

My mother is an extraordinarily beautiful and gentle role in my memory from childhood to adulthood. How could it be?

After eating the chicken leg with doubt and gratitude, he waved goodbye to grandfather Li and climbed to the highest floor. In his memory, her family lived on the highest floor.

Mother came back near two in the morning.