The low houses are made up of all kinds of broken materials, as if they could be blown away by a little bit of wind. The sewage on the ground was flowing horizontally, exuding foul smells, and many mosquitoes and flies flew up and down on it. In the narrow streets, there are often rags and rags. It is described as haggard people walking by, and the groans and coughs of the sick are heard from the broken houses. This makes Zhang Xiao feel very depressed in living in a modern city since he was a child. He couldn't help it. Speeded up the pace of progress.
Turning two small streets, Zhang Xiao saw an old man with gray hair leaning against the corner of the street, clutching his feet and groaning.
Zhang Xiao looked around. It was morning. There were very few pedestrians on this street. Respecting the old and loving the young were the traditional virtues that he was educated since he was a child. He couldn't help but leave a wounded old man behind. Lying on the street groaning and ignored.
"Old man, what's the matter with you?" Zhang Xiao's normally expressionless face is now softer.
"It's nothing, I just twisted my ankle." Hearing someone asked himself, the old man raised his head with his head down, and his dim eyes were full of brilliance instantly after seeing Zhang Xiao.
"Rob! Rob, you're back, you're finally back!" The old man stretched out his wrinkled hands in surprise and grabbed Zhang Xiao's hand and wanted to stand up, but the twisted foot made him sit back with an ouch .
Zhang Xiao didn't expect that the old man would suddenly grab his hand and wanted to pull it out, but the old man sat back on the ground despite the pain, still holding him tightly. Seeing the old man's distorted face due to pain, Zhang Xiao was really embarrassed and pulled his hand back.
The old man must have admitted the wrong person! Zhang Xiao looked at the old man's ankle, where a large piece had been swollen due to congestion.
"Old man, where is your home? I'll take you back!" Seeing that the old man couldn't walk for the time being, Zhang Xiao decided to send the old man back first.
"Rob, why have you gone out for so many years without sending a letter back? Now you have forgotten where your home is. Hey! Why are you getting thinner and thinner? You must have suffered a lot? Just come back. Just come back. It's fine. Haha!" The old man looked at Zhang Xiao lovingly, just like looking at his long-awaited family.
Seeing the old man's squinted eyes, Zhang Xiao couldn't bear to hit the old man, so he had to bend over and carry the old man without saying a word.
"Good! Good! Let's go home, let's go home!" The old man's words were full of happiness.
The old man’s house is in the middle of the slum area, and he opened the creaking wooden door. The walls made of ragged wooden boards were full of cracks. The dark room was full of tatters. A few small creatures with sharp mouths saw someone come in. Still shuttled unscrupulously on the stove, stopped and stood up from time to time, staring at the person who came in with his small, dripping eyes.
Putting the old man on the bed and covering him with the jet black quilt that was already invisible to the original color, Zhang Xiao turned around and saw a small head poked in the door.
"Who are you?" A six or seven-year-old girl hiding behind the wooden door, only put her head with two croissants in, and stared at Zhang Xiao with two big watery eyes and asked.
Zhang Xiao really couldn't answer this question. When he was in a daze, he heard the old man on the bed whispering: "Boudoir, come, this is your big brother Rob, he is finally back!"
"Grandpa Sam, is this really your son Rob?" The little girl named Boudoir slowly moved into the room, her big eyes flashing and staring at Zhang Xiao.
"Of course!" The old man pretended to be very angry and said, "They always tell me that my son is dead and will never come back. I don't believe it. Look, isn't he back now?" The old man said he wanted to sit down. I got up and accidentally ran into my injured ankle again: "Ouch!"
The boudoir rushed to the bed, helping the old man who wanted to sit up and asking with concern: "Grandpa Sam, are you hurt?"
"It doesn't matter! It doesn't matter! It's just a twist." Even though he touched his swollen ankle, the old man still looked happy.
"I'll tell mom!" The boudoir turned and ran out.
Zhang Xiao settled the old man on the bed again, and when he was standing in the middle of the room worrying, he heard someone coming in at the door.
"Grandpa Sam, where did you hurt?" A middle-aged woman came in, her patched clothes were fairly clean, and the little girl's boudoir followed behind her.
The middle-aged woman who walked into the room gave a shocked look at Zhang Xiao who was in a daze, and went to visit the old man on the bed.
"Grandpa Sam, be careful, if it weren't for this little brother, you don't know how long you will lie down on the street!" The middle-aged woman said as she took out a bottle of mushy stuff and rubbed the injured old man. ankle.
"It's okay, it's okay." The old man stared at Zhang Xiao and smiled happily.
"Young man, thank you! What's your name?" The middle-aged woman asked silly Zhang Xiao who was standing while rubbing.
"Nothing! My name is Duma, and I am a mercenary. Just now I passed by and saw the old man lying down on the street, so I sent him back." Zhang Xiao gently touched the tip of his nose.
"Rob, when did you change your name?" The old man heard Zhang Xiao say that he was Duma, and looked at him suspiciously.
The middle-aged woman reached out and pressed the old man who wanted to sit up: "Grandpa Sam, this is not your son Rob, he is just!"
"Who said he was not my son Rob? Who said no? Who said he was not me and who was anxious." The old man's eyes widened and interrupted the middle-aged woman loudly.
"Okay, okay, okay. He is your son Rob, you lie down!" The middle-aged woman hurriedly comforted the agitated old man, Zhang Xiao stood aside and didn't know what to say.
The boudoir's mother rubbed the old man's feet and settled him to sleep, motioning Zhang Xiao to go outside with her.
Under the narrative of his girlfriend, Zhang Xiao realized that the old man did have a son named Rob, who was somewhat similar to Zhang Xiao, but Rob was much burly and sturdier. Rob was also a mercenary. He never came back when he went out with the mercenary group more than ten years ago. Later, a mercenary said that the old man's son was dead. The old man never believed it. Because the old man missed his son too much, there was a mental problem. The old man has been living alone in recent years, looking forward to his son's return. In the past, this family was supported by his son as a mercenary. As soon as his son left, the old man had to rely on the neighbours and good-hearted people around him to live to this day.
"Rob! Rob!" The old man shouted again in the ruined house. The girl-girl sighed: "Young man, you can figure it out by yourself, if you leave, no one will blame you." After finishing speaking, she took her girl-girl and left.
Zhang Xiao stood at the door of the old man's house. If I leave now, the old man will definitely not live long because he can't stand the shock! Why! I don’t have a place to go now anyway, so let’s stay here for the time being!
Zhang Xiao, who had made up his mind, turned around and walked into the dark hut again.