Linxian is a small and remote place, with people coming and going, bustling and bustling. On this day, a pure black car was parked in front of the old cheese building. Anyone with a discerning eye would know that the price is not cheap, and it is out of tune with the surrounding.
The owner of the small shop downstairs was reading the newspaper. When he saw the sign in front of the car, he took a deep breath. Good guy, he may not be able to buy a million-dollar car without eating or drinking for a few lifetimes. When did such a rich man come to this poor place.
It wasn't just him, the passers-by all around looked sideways, and finally saw a man in a suit and leather shoes getting off the car. His eyebrows flew into his temples, and his peach blossom eyes were narrow and long. He didn't smile, but he also had a three-point smile, like a game in the world. the prodigal son.
Wen Chuo took a few steps back, looked up at the tube tower above, bypassed the dense wires in mid-air, and finally stopped on the fifth floor, with his chin slightly lifted, a kind of pride in returning home.
After a while, a man who looked like a driver hurried out of the tube building, and when he met Wen Chuo's gaze, he wiped the sweat from his forehead and looked a little nervous: "Mr. Wen, there is a widow living inside, and I have asked several times. , that is, there is no Bai Yang, did you remember it wrong?"
Wen Chuo narrowed his eyes slightly, and stared at him coldly: "That fool lives here, I've only been here for three years, I can't remember wrong."
After frowning, he pushed him away impatiently, and walked up by himself, the driver watched from below, saw Wen Chuo walk to the fifth floor, knocked on the door of 503 and went straight in, and was pushed by the pungent widow When they came out, the quarrel was so loud that it could be heard from below.
"You're sick! I've been living here for two years, and I haven't heard of Bai Yang. You've lost your mind!"
Door to door here, door to door, someone pushed open the window to watch the fun in a short while, Wen Chuo looked down with a gloomy face, the driver was trembling, and he was even more afraid to go forward.
The newly appointed President Wen is a powerful person. I heard that he was an illegitimate child. He was in exile for more than ten years before he was recognized by the old family owner. In a few years, he just won the first straight line and became the heir to the Wen family.
Wen Chuo has a bad temper, and the driver also understands something. After deliberation, he dared to go forward: "Mr. Wen..."
Wen Chuo ignored him, went straight to the small shop downstairs, bought one of their most expensive cigarettes, leaned against the glass counter and asked, "Boss, ask, where did Bai Yang who lives in 503 above move to. ?"
The boss was a little puzzled. He always felt that the name was familiar, but he couldn't remember who it was. Wen Chuo hurriedly knocked on the table: "Just the fool who always picks up bottles and sells money here."
"Poplar—" The slightly chubby proprietress opened the plastic curtain and walked out, holding a basket of freshly selected vegetables in her hand, and sat down on the pony with a sigh of relief: "He doesn't have a brain. I'm sick, it came a few years ago... Oh, three years ago, every day, I was looking for people on the street, and I didn't say who I was looking for. I ran out on a rainy day and never came back. Later, the rent came to In the end, the third aunt didn't find him, so she rented the house to someone else."
After the proprietress finished speaking, Jian Wenchuo didn't say a word. She glanced at him and felt familiar: "Hey, you... Have I seen you before?"
Wen Chuo ignored her and asked her, "... Who is Bai Yang looking for?"
The proprietress shook her head: "Hi, how long ago it was, I forgot."
Looking up again, Wen Chuo didn't know when he had left, and he didn't take the cigarettes he bought just now. The boss happily put the cigarettes back on the counter: "It's just different for the rich, hey, his car, you know. How much is it? More than five million, why did you come to this small place?"
After speaking, he asked, "Who did he just ask you to ask?"
The proprietress said without raising her head: "Bai Yang, your brain is really incompetent. The woman who hanged herself on the fifth floor used to hang herself, and the police came several times. Bai Yang is her child."
Having said that, the boss also remembered, and slapped his thigh hard: "Oh, Chen Meiying's family, this bitch is also cruel, I heard that Bai Yang just scared her silly."
The proprietress rolled her eyes: "You try to stay with your mother's body for one night, Bai Yang is only a few years old, and you are stupid."
"Just say it, don't bring me." The boss shook the newspaper unhappy, and continued to read the news: "I just remember Wen Chuo, this brat doesn't learn well, he comes to me every day on credit, with a group of local ruffians across the street. The hooligan hits the road, hey, I remember he had a good time with that little idiot Bai Yang, but he disappeared after that."
"What's the fun, that little hooligan cheats Bai Yang's money every day. If he lacks morality, he cheats with money from fools." The proprietress wiped her hands on the apron as she spoke. "Oh, I remembered who the rich man just now was, wasn't it Wen Chuo!"
In this remote town, a beautiful woman moved in more than ten years ago. She lived in 504 with her ten-year-old son. She was a neighbor with Chen Meiying next door. Later, Chen Meiying committed suicide by hanging herself, and she also helped to take care of Bai Yang. He didn't live long, he had cancer and no money to treat it, so he went away after a few years.
Her son is Wen Chuo.
The streets are crowded, and there are bicycles randomly placed everywhere. The driver was not walking smoothly, and he finally walked onto the wide street. He glanced in the rearview mirror, Jian Wen Chuo stared at him blankly, his eyes sharp. As if he could kill, his heart trembled, and he stepped on the accelerator subconsciously.
This is a corner, and a large truck carrying wood just happened to drive on the opposite side. The driver reacted with a broken heart and slammed on the brakes. In the end, he couldn’t dodge in time, and slammed into it—
The clouds in the sky change, just like the impermanence of the world.
Wen Chuo had met a fool before. The fool had no father or mother, and there was a wall between him and his house. At a young age, he had to support himself, pick up trash and waste.
Wen Chuo felt that he was pitiful. When the fool was bullied, he always protected him.
Later, Wen Chuo didn't have a mother anymore...
The fool said to pick up the trash to support him.
why not
Wen Chuo knew that fools liked him, but he didn't like fools, but he still lived by him for 20 years without his conscience, and finally escaped from the shabby and poor place in Linxian County alone.
On the day that the Wen family sent a car to pick up Wen Chuo, the fool ran all the way behind the car. He ran desperately, ran desperately, was clumsy and could not speak, so he could only desperately shout Wen Chuo's name.
Wen Chuo got out of the car and stayed for three minutes. He hugged the fool and whispered, "Go back, wait for me to earn a lot of money, and come back to pick you up to live a good life."
The fool didn't know what a good life was, but he held Wen Chuo's hand tightly, shaking his head, sweating profusely, and his tightly pursed lips full of stubbornness.
Wen Chuo knows what a good life is. Before he was ten years old, he lived in a villa and traveled in a luxury car. He knew the taste of steak, the taste of cake, and his mother was a wealthy lady. In the end, he was swept out by a mistress. .
Wen Chuo hated, hated and reconciled, he hated those people, and he was not reconciled to stay in a shabby little place and spend a lifetime with a fool.
"You go home and wait for me, I'll be back in a while."
Wen Chuo pulled the fool's fingers off his cuffs one by one, and got into the car without looking back.
The sun set in the sky, and the dim sunlight came in through the gate of the Internet cafe. A man fell asleep leaning against the back of his chair with a pair of earphones hanging around his neck. After a while, he moved, and his nose was full of inferior cigarettes and instant noodles. A blend of flavors, a long-standing but familiar flavor.
Wen Chuo heard the sound of keyboard tapping in his ears, and he opened his eyelids irritably. After seeing the surrounding environment, his pupils shrank suddenly, and he stood up with great movement.
"Fuck, Wen Chuo, you're going to sleep, you'll startle me."
There was a little gangster with lightning bolts shaved on his head who was swearing and playing games. He looked very familiar. Wen Chuo sat down in a daze and saw his red hair through the computer screen.
He is handsome, and his flamboyant color complements it, adding a bit of a demonic air, but his face is still a little green, and it is Wen Chuo's eighteen-year-old appearance.
He crouched on the table, and finally digested the fact that he was reborn, and was patted on the shoulder by the lightning man again: "Hey, that fool is waiting for you outside again."
Wen Chuo studied very well when he was a child, but when he grew up, he became crooked. After high school, he didn't read much. He went to bars and played games every day. His heart was higher than the sky and his life was thinner than paper.
It's unrealistic and a daydream.
Wen Chuo followed and looked out, his eyes froze.
Standing outside the Internet cafe, a handsome black-haired boy, wearing a washed-out T-shirt, was thin and tall and straight like a poplar tree. He kept looking at Wen Chuo without saying a word. Sip slightly.
Bai Yang was stimulated when he was a child, his mind was slow, and he didn't like to talk. He looked like a fool, but he understood everything he should understand, and knew that it was not a good thing to play games in Internet cafes.
Usually, he would stand outside and wait for Wen Chuo. If Wen Chuo couldn't come out, he would just wait. If it was getting dark and it was time to eat, and Wen Chuo didn't come out, Bai Yang would go in and find him.
In short, this is not a fool to mess with.
This time without Bai Yang, Wen Chuo jumped up from the chair like his butt was on fire, and just wanted to rush out, but was stopped by the owner of the Internet cafe: "Hey, hey, Wen Chuo, the instant noodle money on credit has not been given yet. Woolen cloth."
Wen Chuo subconsciously touched his trouser pocket, it was empty.
He looked at Bai Yang, excited and embarrassed, his heart was pounding: "That what... lend me some money."
Bai Yang looked at him for a few seconds, then turned and left.
Wen Chuo: "… "
The owner of the Internet cafe knocked on the table. Obviously, this is not the first time that this kind of thing has happened: "What's the matter, selling kidneys or cutting meat, fifteen yuan and five, you can decide."
Wen Chuo sneered: "It's just your broken thing, and you still use Lao Tzu to cut your kidneys?"
He is the gang leader here. As soon as he spoke, several hooligans next to him stood up: "That's right, a few buckets of broken noodles are still expired, so I don't even eat them."
The boss snorted: "You bastards, it's useless to say anything. Today, I will divide the account of Lao Tzu, otherwise you won't even want to leave."
Wen Chuo was annoyed, and borrowed 20 yuan from a gangster next to him who had a familiar face but couldn't name him, and then ran out of the Internet cafe in a hurry.
Bai Yang had a few pieces of money and a handful of coins in his hands. Wen Chuo knew without looking at him that it was the money he earned from selling bottles, but he didn't care. Instead, he held Bai Yang in his arms. After a while, he said angrily and with a smile,
"Big fool, where have you gone!"
It was a kind of joy that was lost and found that I couldn't even describe myself.
Bai Yang paused, his eyes confused, as if he didn't quite understand why he said that.