Zong Yuan's idea is very simple.
Become handsome and confident, break away from Zhang Zhiliang, get admitted to university, and stay away from high school.
Fu Xin was not used to looking at himself in the mirror, with delicate features and a standard high school student's refreshing good looks.
Zong Yuan nodded in satisfaction, touched Fu Xin's neck with his hands, and picked up a few strands of hair from his neck that had not been cleaned. Fu Xin flinched subconsciously, "Zong Yuan," he frowned slightly, "I A little unaccustomed."
Zong Yuan slapped him mercilessly on the back of the head, and the barber felt sorry for the hair that cost a lot of money, "I'm not used to it, I'm not used to being handsome by myself"
His hair was finished at noon, Zong Yuan took Fu Xin to dinner, and 0046 suddenly said, "Zong Yuan's father is nearby."
Zong Yuan paused, and asked the waiter to take Fu Xin to the box, "You wait for me, I'll go buy a pack of cigarettes."
He hurried out.
Zong Yuanjun had a serious face. He went nearby to buy some equipment, and he also brought a bottle of medical alcohol and a bottle of white wine. 0046 was surprised, "You plan to teach him a lesson before disinfecting him.
Zong Yuan sneered, "This thing works well, and its effect is not much worse than poison."
Zong Yuan bought the medical alcohol sold in pharmacies with a concentration of 75. He skillfully mixed it with white wine, and mastered it at a concentration that made the drinker uncomfortable but absolutely no problem.
0046 led the way. They saw Fu Xin's father lying on the ground drunk at an alley. Zong Yuan kicked his leg, "I even saved the rope."
He patted Fu Xin's father mercilessly on the face, "Hey, wake up"
Fu Xin's father opened his eyes in a daze, and in the next second someone was pouring wine with his mouth pouting, and poured down half of the bottle.
The taste of this wine is very strange. Fu Xin's father just wanted to yell, but the next second he held his forehead with a headache, vomited, flustered, and his head was in pain. pain.
Zong Yuan watched from the side coldly, 0046 was terrified, "It's, it's okay."
Zong Yuan threw the remaining half bottle of wine on the ground, "It's okay, I can't die."
He didn't plan to do anything to Dad Xin, so he picked up the sack and put it directly on his head.
Fu Xin's father endured dizziness and stomachache, "Who are you, believe it or not, I will call the police"
Zong Yuan held the hemp rope in his hand, "You are Fu Dongqiang"
Fu Xin's father was startled, thinking he was asking for money, he stuttered, "I'm not"
He was wearing a sack, he hadn't seen anything clearly just now, and wanted to run, but he didn't have any energy and felt sick.
Zong Yuan sneered, and said slowly, "Do not do business properly, and commit domestic violence, heh, what I can't stand the most is people like you. Is the wine that the drunkard gave you just now good? Why didn't you drink it to death?"
Fu Dongqiang breathed a sigh of relief, it's fine if he wasn't a debt collector, he was full of confidence, and cursed, "It's none of your business, I beat you, what's wrong with my son, even if I beat him to death, it's my business I advise you to let me go quickly, or you will look better."
Zong Yuan mercilessly sprinkled the remaining half bottle of wine on him. Fu Dongqiang smelled the wine and had a terrible headache, feeling a bad premonition.
He suddenly heard the sound of a lighter.
Zong Yuan played with the lighter in his hand, and sighed, "Look, this alley is too remote, and the wine on your body is flammable, no one will find out whether you were burned to ashes."
0046 took a breath, "Zong Yuan"
Zong Yuan was still smiling when he spoke, with a look of indifference, and he was so angry that he was in a cold sweat. Fu Dongqiang could hear his seriousness, he seemed to smell the fire, he trembled, and swallowed, " don't, don't"
His legs started shaking with fear.
Zong Yuan squatted beside him, fiddling with the empty lighter in his hand, the sound forced Fu Dongqiang to fight, he asked, "What's your son's name?"
Cold sweat broke out on Fu Dongqiang's head, "Fu, Fu Xin"
"Oh, it's Fu Xin," Zong Yuan said, "Do you have a job?"
Fu Dongqiang's stomach hurt even more, "No."
"No," the voice outside was still asking, "haven't worked for a few years"
Fu Dongqiang was silent for a while, licking the crack on his mouth, "Seven years."
"That's not easy," Zong Yuan said without any emotion in his voice, "You can survive without a job for seven years, and drinking and eating didn't delay you. Where's your wife?"
Fu Dongqiang was furious, "Run away bitch"
"Oh," Zong Yuan said mercilessly, "then how did you survive these seven years?"
Fu Dong was stunned forcibly.
He survived, of course, by himself.
no.
They sell things when they have no money. In the past, their family lived in a large room with clean windows, more than 130 square meters, and then sold furniture and everything that could be sold, and then sold the house.
Then what if I run out of money
Go back to get Fu Xin's money, drink, smoke, play cards, eat, the days without money are gone, and if you have no money, you can either go to Fu Xin or borrow money.
Lived like this for seven years.
Fu Dongqiang wriggled his mouth, "That's right, I survived."
Zong Yuan stood up, and the footsteps sounded back and forth. He looked at Fu Xin's father lying in a corner in a mess, dirty, sloppy, timid, and irritable. He asked, "Then how did your son survive?"
Fu Dongqiang was speechless.
How did Fu Xin survive Seven years ago, he was only ten years old, a child, no father, no mother, no money, how could he survive
Like a beggar, go to the street to eat leftovers, pick up the food that others have eaten, and drink the leftover water that others have drunk.
If you don’t have food, you can endure it, if you are cold, you can endure it, if you have no clothes, then wear a few more, it doesn’t matter if the clothes don’t fit, you won’t die from the cold anyway.
It wasn't until he reached the age of school and compulsory education that he knew that food should not be picked up from the trash can, that clothes should fit well, and that he should have money, because studying costs money.
Then the teenage children began to do some things within their ability, picking up plastic bottles, picking up the homework books that other children filled up, and then wiped them clean with an eraser, and continued to use them happily.
Zong Yuan asked him, "Do you know how your son survived?"
Fu Dongqiang woke up a little from his alcohol addiction, he was so flustered that he didn't know if it was the alcohol problem, "I, I don't know"
Zong Yuan, "He's almost 40 years old, but he wants to rob his son of the money he earned from picking up plastic bottles. It's really promising."
Fu Dongqiang's face, covered by the sack, suddenly turned red.
This man's voice was young, and he sounded superior. A young rich man said something so casually, as if he had slapped Fu Dongqiang hard on the face.
Fu Dongqiang said with trembling lips, "You, what do you know?"
"Um"
"It's all her fault to blame that stinky bitch for taking money and running away with other men. My money and my name have been ruined this bitch, bah, I didn't treat my son too much I fucking confessed him."
Zong Yuan nodded, "You have a good idea. According to your idea, I am not happy today. I happened to meet you. It can only be considered unlucky for you. Who made me unhappy?"
Zong Yuan's voice turned cold, "Don't make fucking excuses, why don't you talk about yourself?"
"You are unemployed, you don't want to make progress, your wife ran away, and you just hide at home and beat your ten-year-old son violently. You drink, smoke and play cards. You are a vampire. Fortunately, your parents died early, otherwise you would be a vampire." To suck you to death."
"You are a piece of trash."
"You said that when you die, no one is willing to shed a tear or two for you?"
Zong Yuan's words hit people's hearts, Fu Dongqiang's eyes turned red, and when he got angry, his head hurt more and more, ""
Instead, he couldn't say anything.
Zong Yuan kicked his leg lightly but full of insult, "Oh, think about it, if you die here today, who will know?"
Fu Xin's father became more and more dizzy, and Zong Yuan's voice was low and hypnotic, "You will only leave a piece of soil, and when the wind blows, there will be nothing left."
Fu Dongqiang shuddered.
He was substituted by Zong Yuan's words, if I die, will someone find out
People who usually drink don't care about his presence and absence, people who are in debt will only curse and will not shed a tear for him, his son, his son
His son, probably won't shed a tear either.
Who would be ashamed to shed tears for such a father
Fu Dongqiang was thinking dazedly, Zong Yuan threw the empty wine bottle into a nearby trash can, looked back at Fu Dongqiang, turned and left.
0046 surprised, "That's it"
Zong Yuan rolled his eyes, "Could it be that I want to kill him?"
He went back downstairs to the restaurant and went in after smoking a cigarette. Fu Xin stood by the window and turned to look at him immediately. Zong Yuan glanced at the empty dining table and said, "I haven't ordered yet."
Fu Xin shook his head, "Wait for you." He took a few steps towards Zong Yuan, but suddenly smelled alcohol.
Fu Xin stopped walking and said calmly, "Why have you been here for so long?"
Zong Yuan asked the waiter outside the door to bring in the menu, flipped through it casually, "Ah, I went to the bathroom by the way."
Fu Xin frowned slightly, "You're lying."
Zong Yuan looked up at him, Fu Xin looked determined, he raised his eyebrows with great interest, "How can I lie?"
Fu Xin leaned over and leaned on Zong Yuan to smell it. Zong Yuan was as steady as a mountain and let him sniff it around. He calmly joked, "Dog nose."
Fu Xin smelled his hand, "You've been drinking."
"No," Zong Yuan retorted confidently, "I just accidentally got some wine on my hands."
Fu Xin grabbed Zong Yuan's two hands, and laid his whole body on Zong Yuan's body. He moved up slowly, and the heat of Zong Yuan's words could touch him, "Do you smell?"
Zong Yuan's mouth still smelled of cigarettes, but there was indeed no trace of alcohol.
Fu Xin nodded, "No."
"Then you don't go down yet"
Only then did Fu Xin notice this posture, his cheeks flushed slightly, and he stood up straight with his hands and feet, "I'm sorry."
Seeing his blushing face, Zong Yuan pointed out, "You're blushing."
Fu Xin touched his face, feeling a little hot. He pinched the cuff of his clothes nervously, and changed the subject, "Let's eat."
Zong Yuan didn't let him go, "Why are you blushing?"
Fu Xin pretended not to hear.
Fu Dongqiang nestled in the corner, he thought a lot, it was strange, the more his head hurt, the more he thought, but he still thought very clearly. He thought of when Fu Xin was just born, his family was happy at that time, and he still had a little A hard and fulfilling job, a virtuous wife, and cute children, everything is a template to satisfy an ordinary man's ordinary life, but
He lay down for several hours, and was blown by the cold wind for several hours. The burning pain in his stomach had calmed down, and the feeling of dizziness had also subsided. There was a strong smell of wine all over his body, and he was silent in the smell of wine bit by bit. .
After a long time, he opened the sack of the hood, and there was no one in the box, and there were stray dogs licking and licking next to the trash can.
He stared at the stray dog for a moment, then limped out of the alley.
Zong Yuan sent Fu Xin to the alley where he usually broke up. He waved his hand, "See you tomorrow."
Fu Xin hummed, and turned around and walked home until his back disappeared. He walked slowly, took out his drawing book, and wrote seriously on the penultimate page, the penultimate page Page is full.
Those were Zong Yuan's kindness to him. He clearly remembered every meal and every bottle of water, and every word was full of indescribable happiness.
He owes Zong Yuan, the two of them are related.
This kind of intimate and inseparable connection has been cherished and written down in this picture book, which is no bigger than a palm.
When Fu Xin returned home, the door lock had already been unlocked, his expression turned cold, and he pushed open the door expressionlessly.
The scene of a messy room unexpectedly did not appear.
Fu Dongqiang sat on the sofa in the living room, silently facing Fu Xin who opened the door.
Fu Xin's voice was indifferent, "I have no money."
Fu Dong swallowed forcefully, his voice was hoarse from alcohol, and even his words smelled heavily of alcohol, "I, I plan to quit drinking."
"Oh," Fu Xin walked in the door with an indifferent expression, put down the things in his hands, walked past his father into the bedroom, and suddenly stopped in his footsteps.
He turned his head and stared at Fu Dongqiang, his eyes were dark and bright, "You smell of alcohol"
"I didn't drink it," Fu Dongqiang said, "it was poured on me by someone else."
He had just smelled this smell on Zong Yuan.
Fu Dongqiang clenched his hands tightly, his veins bulging with excitement, "I, I mean, if you really quit drinking, you must stop drinking."
People are always emotional.
Fu Xin just looked at Fu Dongqiang like this, neither happy nor angry, watching without emotion, "Oh."
He obviously didn't believe it.
A person who has been an alcoholic for seven years suddenly said that he wanted to quit drinking. How many people would believe that Fu Dongqiang looked at Fu Xin's back as he was about to go back to the room, and knew it in his heart. He wiped his face and smiled wryly, "Son, Dad is sorry for you."
he's not a thing
Fu Xin's footsteps stopped.