"Uncle Luo?"
A trace of astonishment flashed in Zhang Feng's eyes. He searched his memory and found no impact on the man in front of him who claimed to be his Uncle Luo.
"Hey, Uncle Luo, you look like a big shot. You must be very busy, so I won't disturb you. Right? Just treat me like a fart!" As he said that, Zhang Feng slowly moved towards Backing away, he had already determined the location of the door by peeking when he just woke up.
The middle-aged man with the Chinese character face did not stop him. A smile rarely appeared on his rigid face, but he looked very stiff. "As long as you can walk out of this room, I will never stop you."
After hearing his words, Zhang Feng's heart pounded. Could there be some mechanism in this room
He slowly turned the door handle and opened the door. Just as he took a step forward, he retreated dejectedly and sat down on the original chair again.
"Uncle Luo, you don't bring people to play with people like this, do you? Masquerade? Or cosplay?"
The reason why I say this is because what Zhang Feng saw when he opened the door was a group of fully armed soldiers with their faces painted and standing in line at the gate. Their eyes were cold and murderous, as if Zhang Feng owed them money. generally.
Seeing that the middle-aged man with Chinese character face in front of him did not speak, Zhang Feng squinted his eyes and looked at him, wondering in his heart whether he should hold him hostage. When the time comes, people outside will definitely let him go.
But there is another question, will I be his opponent
"You want to get rid of me and then hold me hostage and walk out, right? You can try it."
Hearing this, Zhang Feng was frightened because his thoughts were actually seen through! He has been wandering on the streets of society since he was a child. He has already learned to disguise and hide his true inner thoughts, but now that someone can see through him at a glance, how can he not be frightened.
This is like a social butterfly wearing a high-end dress. No matter how she is dressed, she looks naked to her clients.
Licking his lips in embarrassment, Zhang Feng smiled and said: "Uncle Luo, what are you talking about? How could I have such thoughts? After talking about it, you look like a tall, mighty person with extraordinary skills, boy. I can't be your opponent."
Hearing Zhang Fengtian's shameless flattery, a rare smile appeared on Uncle Luo's rigid face, but it was fleeting and then returned to normal.
"Don't talk about other aspects, but just in terms of shamelessness, you are the most shameless person I have ever seen."
Hearing such an accurate evaluation, Zhang Feng felt not ashamed but proud. He left the chair with a smile, squatted on it instead, took out the inferior cigarette from his pocket, held it diagonally in his mouth, lit it and took a deep puff, suddenly facing Luo The uncle grinned, and the smoke from the shouting in his mouth suddenly blew out towards him.
The corner of Uncle Luo's mouth twitched slightly, he pushed his hand on the table in front of him, and his body suddenly retreated. However, he still inhaled a small amount of smoke in his mouth and nose, and suddenly felt a numbness in his body.
When Zhang Feng saw that Uncle Luo had been hit, he slapped the table with one hand. His body, half-crouched on the chair, suddenly jumped up and rushed towards Uncle Luo who was retreating.
Two fingers on one hand were raised up, just like the scissor hands used by girls when taking pictures, but his target was Uncle Luo's eyes.
What Zhang Feng dislikes the most is passivity. He likes to feel active. Even though Uncle Luo saw through his thoughts, he did not give up the idea of holding the other party hostage.
There are two specially made cigarettes in the cigarette box, and the smoke they emit can make an elephant drunk.
The corners of Uncle Luo's mouth twitched, and he secretly thought in his heart that like father, like son.
"You're still a little too young!"
Uncle Luo's body suddenly rose from the stool, and he thrust his foot towards Zhang Feng. The latter felt his eyes blurred. He couldn't react and dodge, but he felt a sharp pain on his face, and his body flew out and fell. He fell onto the table with a loud noise, and then the inertia carried him gliding and then fell to the floor.
Zhang Feng, who was stunned after being thrown, wanted to get up when he heard the sound of leather shoes hitting the floor from far to near. He shook his head vigorously to let his consciousness return to his brain, and he shook his head slightly. He raised his head and saw Uncle Luo standing in front of him.
"Zhang Feng, if you want to know about your father's condition, please call me within three days."
After hearing these words, Zhang Feng felt a pain in his neck. The consciousness that had just returned to his head dissipated again, and he fell into a coma.
…
Zhang Feng slowly opened his eyes and suddenly sat up.
He didn't have time to observe where he was, so he rummaged around in his pockets frantically, and finally found a piece of paper in his trouser pocket, with the word "Luo" written on it and a string of phone numbers.
He stared blankly, his hands shaking a little.
"Father?"
This word is familiar yet unfamiliar to Zhang Feng! There was a vague influence on his father in his memory, but it was as if someone had taken it out forcibly and he couldn't grasp it.
He suddenly balled up the note and threw it out with all his strength.
"Why do everyone else have fathers, but I don't? Why?"
His cheeks felt slightly moist. Zhang Feng raised his hand numbly and felt the warmth and moisture on his face.
"I cried?"
He clearly remembered how many years he had not shed a tear!
When he was eleven years old, he stood unkempt outside the bright window of a fast food restaurant after not eating for two days, watching the people inside feasting, swallowing hard, imagining the taste of chewing food in his mouth.
"for you… "
An older child handed over the half-eaten burger.
Zhang Feng was already so hungry that he didn't know how to refuse. He used all his strength to reach out and take it. But he missed the opportunity, half of the burger fell on his face, and the salad dressing in the middle got into his eyes, causing burning pain.
"Hahaha..." A sharp and harsh laughter rang out. The older child pushed the dazed Zhang Feng to the ground, raised his foot and stepped on Zhang Feng's hamburger-stained face, crushing him while screaming. : "Little beggar, let me help you eat, hahaha, does it taste good, does it taste good! Gah, gah, gah, swallow it all!..."
Lying on the street, his bony cheeks were mixed with hamburger residue and black mud from the soles of his shoes. His eyes, which were too big due to his thinness, stared blankly at the sky.
Tears fell from the corners of his eyes. He raised his slender arms to wipe the tears from his eyes, and slowly got up from the cold ground.
"I, Zhang Feng, will never cry again! I will never be bullied again!"
'Crack! '
The sound of the drawing board falling to the ground brought Zhang Feng back to reality from his memories.
Looking coldly in the direction of the sound, he saw a girl standing there timidly! (To be continued)