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The people beside him were still squeezing in, and their ears were filled with excitement and enthusiasm.

I better go.

Since it's not me, why do I have to stay and ask for trouble?

I don't have the right or the habit to hope.

If Jade Gorge Bing Bing is here, perhaps we can still go snatch the marriage away. But, with Jade Gorge Bing Bing gone, I am alone.

How are you, Jade Gorge?

"Ah …"

A low exclamation came into his ears. He didn't know who it was.

Lift your head, look at the road...

There was a small circle at the back, and there were quite a few people watching.

Even though they couldn't compare to the street in front of them, the scale was quite objective.

But what does that have to do with me? I don't like being a spectator.

"I let you steal, I let you steal …"

A fierce voice resounded in his ears.

Just as I was about to pass by him, I suddenly turned my head to take a look.

There seemed to be two valiant men beating up a half-geezer and half-geezer? The one who tested the characters? With a thump in my head, I stopped and looked in that direction.

"Bam!"

A fist landed on the old man's face, causing blood to flow from his nose.

"Pfft!"

A punch landed on the chest of the half old man, where his vital points were.

The examiners' faces were already purple, making it hard for them to tell what the true color was.

However, looking at him, a person appeared in my mind, a... No, that's impossible.

The difference was too great.

Moreover, he was not someone who could be beaten, nor was he someone who could be used to measure words. What had he come here for?

Could it be that his profession had really changed?

Would he really change his career in his lifetime?

Well, I suppose my inheritance might be looking forward to something.

"Damn it!" "You actually dare to take advantage of this chaos to steal money, I won't beat you to death!"

That man was very valiant and his tone was very sinister. He didn't have the usual reaction when encountering thieves, but rather the feeling of suddenly finding out that he could put his opponent to death.

The test taker was resisting, but it didn't seem to be of much use.

The other party's punches were effective.

If this went on for too long, he was afraid that he would suffer a great loss.

However, there was no typical thief's shifty eyes on his face, and he did not have the awareness of having done something wrong. Instead, he … A Thread...

"So he's a thief. That's what we should do."

Some in the audience expressed their support.

I suddenly felt a little heartache.

From the sudden opening of the test word, I saw a hint of sadness.

That's my father!

What was he mourning?

Why did he fall into such a state?

Why didn't he leave?

Is it because of me? I...

His heart didn't hurt too much.

He didn't know why.

My heart has already hidden itself. I don't feel pain for the people who are engaged to me there, nor for the people who were beaten up here.

Just a slight pain, like a knee hit the corner of the table, just a little sore, no matter.

My father is a mafioso, who knows how many beatings he has received throughout the year or the rest of his life.

However, this time, it actually made me feel sad.

It's been a long time, a long time … I actually felt sad for him, that it wasn't worth it, that I …

"Alright, alright, I'll take you guys …"

The words of the test repeatedly begged for mercy, interrupting my train of thought.

Where to? I started.

Without thinking, he moved his feet away and quietly moved to the side of the path. He waited and let them go.

Of course I know that someone is always watching me.

However, after the ruckus just now, he could no longer feel the surveillance on his body.

So maybe I can see Dad this time.

Didn't he want to see me?

Yes, I can see him. After all, he's my father.

Or I want to know what that very important thing is.

As the sound of his father's voice faded, the two of them cursed for a while. They seemed to have already decided on this route, and with a 'pinch', they left.

The crowd dispersed with a "Hua" sound, and I, hid behind the crowd.

Following in my father's footsteps, I secretly paid attention to the surroundings to see if there was anyone around me. I carefully followed behind him.

There were a lot of people on the street, so I followed them close by. The people in front of me were completely unconscious.

Very good, even though the sky is very dark, even though the clouds are very low, even though the air is very cold …

My blood is burning...

The three of them quickly turned into an alley, followed by two more people. One of them kicked their father's butt …

His father didn't seem to have any reaction as he continued walking.

The people behind also continued to walk.

I, too, will continue walking.

This alley was actually a bit familiar.

Seriously, where the Zhang sisters lived.

Familiarity is good, familiarity is best.

I hid easily.

That's for the best.

I'm sorry I couldn't jump out to help my father, but I can follow him.

Just like when I was a kid, when I was helpless, I could only follow him and see a lot of things that a little girl shouldn't see.

However, that was all in the past, so why was he still thinking about it? Right now, I just want to see what exactly father is going to do.

Or not...

In front of one shop, a man walked with his head down, his father following, the other walking away, the other two, to buy cigarettes.

My eyelids twitched.

This was where Zhang Min and Zhang Jie lived. As expected, there were many cloud dragons mixed together! But that's fine, I know a bit about this place.

If my father is hiding here, I can still see him.

Meeting properly alone.

Relatives, right?

Looking ahead, Father and the man had their arms around each other's shoulders, passed the cigarette over, and together they puffed up clouds of smoke, and said all this nonsense.

I have a vague feeling that the 'stealing' just now was a farce.

Sure enough, everyone in this world can act. If Oskar were to increase the number of spots by ten times, I think the supply would still be short.

But what does that have to do with me?

I only walk my own path.

The two men in front opened the door to the room next door and closed it behind them.

There seemed to be footsteps behind him. Did the two cigarette buyers just come back? It's possible.

Then what should I do?

With my face that was more than 90% similar to my mother's, I reckon everyone who knew my father would know me.

That won't do.

What to do?

Lamp Box Advertising Room...

My eyes began to scan quickly.

At first glance, he saw that his father had entered the room. There was another room next door, and the door was locked.

Yes, that's it.

Without stopping, I steadily walked over … Calm, my calmness has been pushed to its limits.

Perhaps, it was heartless, and unintentional … Right now, it's very difficult for me to have any fluctuations …

He walked to the door and didn't even think about it.

Since it's a padlock, then there must be no one inside. I slightly raised my left hand, pressed my thumb against the ring's hidden button and pressed it against the lock … A silver light flashed, and with a push of his hand, the door opened.

I've never been a thief, I've never tried to pry open a door, but why do I think I'm a good fit for this? For the first time, there was no discomfort.

He casually walked in and closed the door.

Inside, it was dark, dark, and I didn't think anyone but my good eyesight would be able to see me now.

Oh, and thank you. I'm wearing all green today, and it's easier to hide in the dark.

That's right, even if he sneaked into her house, he still had to hide himself so that she wouldn't suddenly return. It would be very troublesome.

I looked around. There were two beds in the room. It was a mess.

The smell of alcohol was extremely pungent. There was probably a box of rice that had not been thrown away, or the food had become rotten after being out in the sun for a long time.

There was a large mattress on the side, reclining there.

Behind the mattress, someone was talking, listening attentively …

Sure enough, it was a characteristic of the houses in the village: there was a thin board in the middle of the two rooms, so one couldn't hear everything clearly, at least seventy to eighty percent of it could be heard.

However, I don't know if it's because of the long time I closed off my ears or because of the snake gall, but my hearing is just as sharp as my eyes.

Footsteps in next door, the sound of a lighter, the sound of someone opening a bottle of wine, they all heard it very clearly.

One time when I went to the village to look at a house, even though it was broad daylight, there was actually someone next door who was in love, it was called …

Since then, I've... Me, speechless.

Later, when the woman in my family recommended the house to me, I thought about it carefully.

But there are benefits to that, isn't there? I, listen to my father, see if I'm going to be used as a gun again, or whatever the hell I'm talking about.

After all, he was my father, and it was hard to ignore him.

Sighing, I slid behind the mattress.

There was just enough room for one person to stand close to the wall.

It was better to find a relatively comfortable position. The wooden wall was very cold.

Even my very good down jacket could not withstand the cold on my back.

His ear pressed against the wooden board, his heart, was trembling a little, was a little cold …

"I say, old makeup, do you always give trouble to your brother?"

A cold middle-aged man's voice asked leisurely.

"Let me see him. I really... I'd like to see my daughter, too, but there's nothing else. I'm not here to make trouble. "

Father, you seem to be quite a kind father. Can it be that this is because of the weather?

"Why would I want to see him? Do you want to die by always coming out like this? If it wasn't for the fact that he promised to spare you and protect you, you would have died several times already. "

I seem to remember hearing the voice of this cold, middle-aged man. I had a bad impression of him.

"I know, this is between us. But, my daughter … Stop trying to harm him, please... "She …"

My father spoke in a broken voice, as if he knew of my recent troubles, and then pleaded for me?

This was indeed a good father. However, were those things really done by the people who harmed his father?

I can think about it.

"We don't care about your daughter. He did it. If he wants to take revenge on your daughter, it's none of our business. "

Another sullen man interjected.

However, his tone sounded a little bit better. Perhaps he was just "buddies" with his father?

"Impossible. He loves my daughter so much that everyone knows it. Although... "Everything else aside, I know he wants to deal with me, but he definitely won't deal with my daughter …"

His father's words were somewhat ancient, but they were also filled with certainty and exhaustion.

The sounds of laughter, the clink of bottles, and the gulping could be heard clearly.

"I beg of you, let's be brothers. Let me see him once. Once I'm done, I'll leave. I'll definitely go somewhere far away."

My father was probably drunk, and he begged so humbly that I thought he had changed his nature.

However, he didn't know who that boss of his was and why it was so hard to find him.

What the hell was this "thing" that had caused his father to be stuck for so long?

"Hahaha!"

Someone laughed wildly. He felt like he had gotten drunk and had gone mad from the liquor.

"I got it, I got it!" "Bing Ha!" "Old makeup, you're still plotting against me after all. Hahaha …"

His arrogant laughter was extremely unrestrained.

The thin wooden wall vibrated, making my eardrums vibrate.

"Old Turtle, what do you mean? "What do you understand? Come on, brothers, let's have fun together."

a lighter voice asked curiously.

Old Turtle felt very proud of himself. He gulped down a few mouthfuls of wine and made two "pa pa pa" sounds. His voice then rang out:

"Old makeup, you can't be thinking of selling your daughter after selling your wife, right? Ha ha-ha, that's a good idea. But your daughter's X has been fucked... Don't you know he's used to it? He did not want this kind of goods that had been tricked. Hahaha … "Old makeup!"

Suddenly, he realized why he was laughing so loudly in this small space.

Such brazenness, I doubt if they have nothing to fear. They are not afraid of being overheard by their neighbors.

A vulgar smile, an unrestricted continuation...

"Impossible!"

His father immediately interrupted him, causing him to become even more mocking. His father then explained with a trembling voice.

"Impossible, impossible! They … They can't! They …"

Father's excitement, alas, made me understand more and more why he had never been able to get out of it.

"Forget it, old makeup …" What are you pretending in front of your brother for? Don't worry, I won't tell the boss. Hahaha … What's impossible? Who didn't know you were selling your wife, huh? If it wasn't for this little contribution, would he have protected you time and time again? Tsk tsk tsk, the wife who was waiting for him to pass was to personally present it. "Old Makeup, you really are a talent."

Old Turtle said as if he was chewing on a piece of top-grade meat bone. He was so happy that even if you gave him 8 million underworld money, you wouldn't be willing to exchange it.

A gloomy and cold voice sounded out, as it spoke in agreement:

"That's true. Speaking of old makeup, you are even willing to buy a wife, don't tell your brother that you can't bear to have a daughter." You don't like this daughter very much, hmm... If you could exchange it for a life, or something else, you'd probably run faster than anyone else. "It's a pity, it's a pity. The boss has so many fresh and tender little babies in his hands, even though your daughter is prettier …"

"Why don't you give your daughter to your brother? I will definitely take good care of her and not let her suffer. How about it? You also know that your brothers are all good to women, and it is definitely better to take care of food and shelter than to welcome her. "Well, think about it?"

This person's voice, I, also feel a little familiar, it can't be...

"You're talking nonsense! My Wife... My wife!... That's different, too. My daughter can't. Don't try to trick her, or you'll regret it. He would regret this more than anyone else. They can't even be together … "

His father was anxious, his words incoherent, as if he didn't get to the point.

Me, my back is hard, and I'm freezing.

His ears were good, his nose was good, but his brain wasn't too good.

His mother had been sent out by his father.

No wonder he ignored his mother when she was at home.

And Father wants to see me...

"Nonsense? You know best. Back then, the boss treated your wife so well. If it weren't for the fact that she and your wife sneaked in later on, would the boss have insisted on punishing her to receive the guest? "Speaking of which, your idea of giving your daughter to someone else isn't bad. However, if the boss is to confirm that she has been cheated, you should know the consequences better than anyone else."

Old Turtle's words were like a baton, knocking me senseless.

"So, for the sake of brother's sake, don't provoke him so directly, and don't just send your daughter out. Seriously, we might as well give our daughter to us. "Oh, bumpkin?"

How could I hear the compassion of a cold man's voice?

Or was it because of the partition wall?

"Clap clap!"

There were two crisp sounds, the sound of the wine bottle falling to the ground, and the sound of "geji" from beside the bed. The gloomy and cold man felt as if he had stepped out of the room as he smiled and said:

"Old makeup, think carefully. Give us our daughter, and we will take care of her for you. "Hahaha …"

"Oh, don't tell me your daughter is still an infant. No one would believe you if you told them. "Hahaha …"

The bumpkin had gone out.

The sound of the door opening and closing wasn't too loud, but it still made my ears vibrate, causing me to feel pain.

Father, Father …

Gritting my teeth, I sat down on a pile of dirty clothes along the wooden wall.

The world was full of filth, not just the clothes; the smell of alcohol, the smell of drunkenness; the stench of mildew …

Those who love me, want to deal with my father, and take revenge on me. Dad, you sold my mother, and you want to find me.

This kind of thing, which corner of my brain, which corner of my stomach should I put in order to be safe, compared to not hurting my own heart?

Who loves me in this world?

I can only think of him.

If he doesn't love me, I can't think of anyone else.

But he won't hurt me, I know.

He was so nice to me that he even carried me on his birthday and let me puke on him as much as I wanted.

Other things can be pretended, but I don't think this sort of feeling at close quarters can be, or perhaps it can be, acted that well.

He had his reasons, his plans, and he … He's going to get engaged...

I don't think the people who love me would be my parents.

This was perhaps the saddest thing in the world.

I can't be sure that my father really wants to sell me, but his words are tantamount to confirming that he sold his mother, which is why my mother … The last miserable life.

No, I won't think about it.

It was too dim a world, too corrupt a world, and I couldn't see a single ray of sunlight.

I want to go home. I want to go home.

My home, broad and bright.

I can't think of anything else. I can't help who's going to get engaged and who's going to get married. There's nothing I can do about it.

I can only go home and prepare...

Yes, I will be an adult in two days.

Father can't sell me.

After graduating from high school, I'll be able to get a job.

After all, there were some talented students who had just graduated from elementary school. Miao Miao said that the pharmaceutical factory only needed to recruit workers after graduating from middle school. I, after graduating from high school, will be able to stand on my own feet no matter what.

Yes, on his own.

Zhang Min and Zhang Jie can even stand on their own two feet, why can't I do the same? Wiping the melted ice water from his face, his face gradually warmed up.

I think maybe this space is not good.

This space was too dark. Even if it were an ordinary person, it wouldn't be too hard to enter.

I will leave, leave this place, life between heaven and earth, read more and think more, only then can I come to a more objective and accurate conclusion.

Maybe it would be easier for a single person to focus on himself, even if he did not see, listen, or think.

In the next room, I couldn't even hear the sound of breathing anymore. I stood up, lightly patted my clothes off, and carefully groped my way to the door. I opened it a crack.

I opened the door and quietly walked out. Quietly, I closed the door behind me.

Quiet, our family seems to have this tradition. Yin Yijie and the comfortable, both have extreme quietness, I also inherited some of it.

Standing in the doorway, my heart actually... Silence.

Suddenly, there was a familiar figure standing in the corner of the yard facing the fig-tree.

I ducked behind a light box advertisement. The urge to see him was gone.

I don't want to see him, I don't want to.

No matter how important what he wanted to say, I didn't think it was more important than my freedom and independence.

Although I wasn't certain that he would sell me out, I still had to be careful.

Besides, he still has his friends. I'll hide as far as I can.

"Flowerless Fruit, hmph …" "If they can't blossom, how can they bear the fruit …"

His father suddenly muttered to himself, and then the sound of a zipper and footsteps rang out. He really did go, this time.

"If they can't blossom, how can they bear fruit?"

What did that mean?

How could I not know that my father had cultivated philosophy to such an extent?

People like him shouldn't be so tactful.

With a slight twitch of my brows, I seemed to have sensed something, but I was unable to grasp onto it.

The sky was still dark. It was almost noon, and the sun still wasn't visible.

The fig tree was full of sprouts. It must have been too cold to grow any leaves.

The wind, cold and clear, had the bleakness of autumn.

The spring wind was chilly.

The spring day, without a trace.

Spring rain rolled on.

Spring...

I cleaned up my clothes and walked out of the courtyard. It was starting to rain.

The drizzling rain could not tell if it was snow or not.

Walking into a roadside restaurant, he ordered a bowl of primal chaos. It was very fragrant.

Eating, eating...

His eyes were empty, but his thoughts were clear. At least he knew how to put some spicy seeds in, avoid too many people coming and going, and protect his handbag.

On the other side of the street, I saw a familiar figure.

In the streets full of people, a bit of red, like the peach, vulgar, but seductive.

She, my mother.

Reading ten thousand books is not as good as walking ten thousand miles.

Look, Father saw him, and Mother saw him as well.

When I remember that he was sold by my father, why, do I feel a little sorry for her?

But I never hated my mother, because, not because.

He retracted his gaze. After sweeping through the entire big bowl of chaos, he actually hadn't eaten his fill.

I frowned, wondering if I should have another bowl.

The hand that had always been strong was now pressing down on my shoulder.

He raised his head and glanced at him.

I seem to know him. He's Yin Yijie's bodyguard.

I've seen Yin Yijie's bodyguards before, although I didn't pay much attention to them, I still have some impression of them.

Looking at him, I don't know why.

"It's time to go home. It's cold."

The bodyguard was hard but soft at the same time. His words were like the tendons of an ox and were very chomping on his head.

I stood up and frowned as I thought about it. I wanted to go home just now, but now … Oh, I remember, I said,

"I want to buy something for him, but I don't know what to choose."

I don't want to be sent away by a bodyguard. I don't have time for that on Monday.