Ignoring the goddess who slammed the door away, Zhou Kuang hugged Xiao Fuling to his shoulder in a hurry, tears streaming down likewise uncontrollably.
"Ah!...Ah!..."
As if the lost child finally found the way home, little Fuling leaned on Zhou Kuang's shoulder and burst into tears, releasing her suppressed emotions vigorously.
The distance is always getting closer invisibly and quietly, no matter what others think, anyway, Zhou Kuang, who is also crying, thinks like this. All of a sudden, he felt that the little girl in his arms was arranged by God to be given to him, and he could do anything for her, and give up everything, because she was his own girl. . .
Perhaps feeling Zhou Kuang's emotions, Xiao Fuling, who cried for a full ten minutes, slowly silenced her voice, but the sobbing accompanied by crying kept beating Zhou Kuang's soft heart pitifully.
"Girl, what's the matter today, is there anything you can't tell me?"
try again to comfort
Fang's Zhou Kuang's words were full of love from his father, which made the little Fuling who was trying to keep her eyes open instantly lost her mind.
"I... I... I..."
But involuntary sobbing interrupted Fuling's words one after another, and what she wanted to say at that moment was pressed back again by the uncontrollable fear, and it was really pressed back from the throat to the stomach again.
"I'm fine... all right..."
"All right? Are you really all right?"
If Zhou Kuang didn't believe Xiao Fuling's words before, at this moment the distance between the two of them was getting closer, which made Zhou Kuang believe Fuling's words more or less.
"It's ok...I'm ok...I'm sorry"
Maybe it's an unreasonable emotion of a child of this age, suddenly homesick? Do you suddenly miss your real parents? Or do you suddenly feel that the surrounding environment is too strange
Zhou Kuang had no choice but to comfort himself by imagining a hundred situations, but obviously, he forgot one possibility, an extremely mortifying possibility.
Once the ceiling is low in a room, it will look very depressing, let alone for this small room.
Liu Shan was trying his best to force himself to sit in front of the TV and watch boring Japanese variety shows. It was almost early morning, but in the whole room except for the sound of the TV and Liu Shan's hard breathing, No more sound.
click. . . Chi chi chi. . . Bang!
It can be heard just by listening, this sudden movement is like a drunk breaking into an irrelevant house without warning.
However, the actual situation can only be described as worse. Li Xin, who was thrown into the door by himself, was leaning against the shoe rack at the entrance door in disheveled clothes. In a hurry, Liu Shan was desperately controlling himself.
"It seems that you are more open than me now"
"Say... what are you talking about! Isn't this...a few...several friends, new friends, let's play together?"
The gushing smell of alcohol surged out, which made Liu Shan, who was almost trembling all over, calm down a little.
"... Hey, let me tell you, how are you thinking about that matter, I don't have the patience and time"
The courage that came from nowhere, and the energy that has nowhere to vent, under the influence of alcohol, Li Xin is like a patient who is close to neurotic. He has completely forgotten his previous fears and the threats he received.
"What's up?"
With an expression of knowingly asking, the shadows once again converged into Liu Shan's red eyes, but this time, Li Xin, whose eyes were full of confusion, didn't notice it at all.
"You bastard, stop pretending to my old lady, what are you talking about! What are you talking about! Do you want me to say it again! Huh?"
The sudden hysteria exhausted all the strength in Li Xin's body, Li Xin staggered and fell on the porch, but even kneeling there, Li Xin still lowered his head fearlessly, pointing at Liu Shan's nose and yelling with.
"If you don't understand, I can help you, go to the Internet, talk about it in the media, and see if anyone is interested, you second-generation trash! Garbage! What a corrupt and dirty life Dirty life!"
Chapter 162. Chapter 15 Silent Horror Movie
The atmosphere inside the broken nest suddenly came to an abrupt end, and the rain began to fall outside the window unknowingly. The sound of dripping rain penetrated every gap in the broken nest, making people hear it very clearly.
"Well, it should be soon"
"oh?"
Zhang Zichen's answer lifted Nozawa Kenta's spirits. He did not expect that he would receive a positive reply from the other party immediately.
"Well, I'm sure we'll meet again soon"
"Does that count as your response?"
"sure"
"If that's the case, it's better"
Kenta Nozawa rubbed his hands excitedly, still trying his best to hide his inner excitement in broken Chinese with a TS accent.
"But it seems that it is not so easy to get a visa to your Japan, and personally, I don't have a passport"
"Don't worry, these are not problems, I will take care of all the problems of the journey, oh yes, it is best to go with your little brother"
Zhang Zichen grinned happily at Nozawa Kenta, his red phoenix eyes almost narrowed into a straight line.
Xiao Fuling suddenly felt that in this huge kindergarten, so many people were like zombies, living like corpses, living their daily lives with fear.