10. Home
Home.
I’m afraid I’ve been married to high-value people.
When I met this old man again, I didn’t even know I was close.
I actually know where this closeness comes from.
This stubborn old man, with almost all the Chinese fathers’ qualities and experiences, is stubborn, harsh and uncompromising, disappointed in the constant expectations for the future of his children, and, again and again, in the frustrations, has reduced the expectations of his old age, when everything is over, to a peaceful and successful conclusion.
Just like the old man at this moment.
Just like my old father who walked out of the wall years ago.
I saw a reflection of my father on the old man.
I admit, I missed home again.
It can be seen that the old man’s life is a little more tiring, that he’s both in the same old clothes, familiar clothes, familiar faces, that the wrinkles on his face seem to be much deeper, that he loses weight and that he has a visible sense of fatigue.
I said, brother, you were there.
The old man laughed and said, “Come on in, the fibers are in the ward.”
It’s only a few steps from the corridor to the moonlight room, when I wasn’t really into some fantasy about the woman in the video. The lighter in the video was an accident.
The moment the door opened, unrealistic illusions did not happen.
The white moon’s back sits by our bed, with thick yellow veils entwined around our long-lost heads, and the first light after autumn afternoon falls through windows, but the room is still a little cold.
The model took a step forward and cried out a little sister, and the tears came out like a tap that broke the switch.
The moon turned its back towards us looking out of the window, and it took us half a minute to say, “Damn, why are you crying? Chenka, you kick her for me. That’s what you fucking crazy bitch is.
Then the moonlight, like a sculptor, slowly turned around and looked at me.
It’s still a familiar voice, still a familiar big, unattractive strangulation, but it’s a face so strange.
Despite the thick gauze, I can still see that the face of the moon goddess has completely turned into a scavenging piece of shit.
I put up with a little tap on the model, but the model was crying.
It’s obvious that the moonlight is a little upset and says, “Sister, why are you crying? I’ve never seen a face job fail. I’m like a plastic surgery. Don’t feel sorry for me.
It seems to be trying to express itself, smiling at me like a white moon, making fun of the wounds, eating pains in the white moon, wrinkles in the frown, and acting in such an unusual way that this scarred face is gruesome.
I almost took a step backwards on condition, and then I realized that I was being rude, and I showed an awkward smile in the back.
The moon looked at me for a second and suddenly groaned. It’s okay. Don’t pretend. I look scared. You don’t know, when I woke up the other day, I looked in the mirror, and my dad hid it, and I took a look at my dad’s phone, and I was so scared when I had my fucking phone on my own, and I said, “What is this?”
In the end, the moonlight starts to laugh, and the nerve laugh echoes in the ward, covering up the low sobbing of models and my laughter.
Once again, the smiles touch the wounds, and once again the poignant face is twisted, as if the pain was so overwhelming, that the colours of the day fell.
I’m embarrassed to say, no, no, no, no, no, no.
The white moonlight didn’t seem to hear me, looked up at the white ceiling of the sick house for a while, and suddenly proceeded to sigh, and said, “Damn, man, that shit, that’s not funny. Chenka, have you got a cigarette? Give me a cigarette, take a cigarette out in the morning and come back and let the stupid fork nurse collect it.
I know that white moonlight should not have smoked, and I hesitated to pull out the box of models from my pocket, and the Dupont lighter, to stand in place and wonder if it should have been given.
Officer Lee Li wants to stop it, and her father swings his hand at Officer Lee, picks up the smoke and the lighter in my hand and turns his head and says, “Thank you, thank you, thank you, let her smoke one.”
I had an unexpected look at the old man, and then I did.
I know that this is the tenderness of a father who has been stubborn for half of his life and who has tried to show a sense of understanding in the presence of his daughter, who has suddenly been transformed, but it seems to me to be a bit clumsy and anachronistic.
Ding, snap.
The sound of a Dupont lighter opening in the room.
Next thing you know, the model’s out of his mind, he’s going to go to the moonlight, he’s crying and he’s going to go to the moonlight, and he’s going to go to the moonlight.
White moonlight stands up like a stone, and in the next minute, the flat body suddenly explodes with enormous force, pushing the model out of the way, and the model sits on the floor without being too careful.
The moon looked at the model in cold blood and shouted out his name. I don’t give a damn what I want! Isn’t that why you came to see me? What are you pretending to be? Come on, let me show you something. Are you happy? Are you satisfied?
The white moonlight was screaming and began to go crazy, tearing up bandages on its face, and the model, together with a police officer named Li Li, was rushing towards the white moonlight in an attempt to control the irrational light.
I decisively sounded the caller for the ward, and the doctors who had heard the noise almost simultaneously came in and injected a sedative into the body of the moonlight.
The growling was becoming less and more vague, and finally the sound was completely lost, and the room was in a silence.
The old man stood shiverly and watched helplessly as the chaos in the ward subsided, with tears in his eyes with black-eyed bags, murmurs, fibers, come on, come on.
I shot the old man’s shoulder in silence, as if it was a little strong, and it caused two tears.
I don’t know.
We left the ward quietly, and the old man apologized to us with all due respect, saying that the moonlight had been unstable since the hospital, that you were friends, that you must have been so generous, that if you had time to visit, she would have been left alone…
Listening to the old man again, I said it’s okay, it’s okay.
I know that the irritation of the white moon is nothing but the stubbornness of a mouse that falls in the dark abyss after being seriously wounded.
The police officer Li Li Li had come here for the purpose of the White Moonlight case, and he had a little talk about it. It seemed that the White Moon had not cooperated with Li Li Li’s investigation, and Li had told the old man to let him know the first time that the white moon had calmed down.
The model was also listening, asking, in particular, what was going on.
Lee Lee thinks we’re family, so let’s just talk about it, and the old man goes on to add a little bit, and he gets a little bit of an idea.
The police investigation is probably like Li told me.
The killer of the white moonlight was a recidivist criminal who was very good at packaging himself as a rich couple to seduce girls, making all kinds of stimuli of illegal videos and uploading it to Lee’s grey app for profit.
After the crime, the police seized this app and captured the criminal members of the gang, the only recidivist who was at large.
The police found that the recoiler appeared to have a strong anti-investigation consciousness and found that all the information from the backstage of the illegal app had been false and that the identity information had become a huge black hole.
The police interrogated the members of the crime in question, all of whom had no knowledge of the man’s personal information, and only knew that the scavenger had picked himself up a low-magnetic scavenger.
The rest of the information was judged by the police on video, when the man was about a metre tall, low-sounding, driving a black Odi A8 with a fake license plate, and appeared on a daily basis with a full-fledged, confident and successful face.
The white moonlight, which is basically the most seriously injured in all cases, is the only one that can be contacted, and Li has tried to open a gap from the white moonlight, but has come in a few times as uncooperative as it has been.
This morning, Officer Lee appeared to have made another trip.
The old man went after him and added.
The moonlight happened more than a month ago, and the story came from the bottom of the story.
It’s not like you’re a man or a woman, but every time there’s moonlight there’s a baby dog. You’re a man or a girl, but I always think that’s what happens to a baby dog.
In fact, according to the old man, the last time a big cultural client had a big impact on the moonlight, and after that, the moon had changed a lot.
The old man didn’t think about the moonlight coming home, although he had such a little follower behind him.
It’s not right to think about it when you’re eating, you tell the old man a lot about the moon, you say you’re being selfish, you worry about the old man. It’s not a good thing to just hang around and get married next year.
That’s like a horse gun. Who’s getting married?
The moon pointed to the little dog and said, “I know what he’s doing, I don’t pick him, I’m getting married.”
I’m going to open a car wash with my hard-working hands to paint a beautiful future for White.
It’s just that these two scoundrels at the time said that it’s a little bit more than a needle, a little bit of a wild one.
In fact, it’s weird to see this in our circles, and every mouse that enters the world at first dreams of a chance to go wild, but after a good life, it’s probably the end of a rat and a mouse hanging out with a nest.
Got to go up to the sky.
The old man realized that it was a bad thing, that he turned his head around and said, “Get engaged according to the rules of his home country and wait until the marriage is booked.”
White moonlight doesn’t fight the old man. Nod.
The problem was that after the two men had returned from their homes, the dog said that the car wash was open, and he was offered $100,000 for the moonlight.
It’s not really a business business, a car wash runs like a graveyard, but it’s a bad business or a moth for a baby dog, and it’s a business for a couple of days to meet a 40-year-old rich woman who’s been washing a car.
White Moonlight’s 985 brain is not white, a demon’s eye hole is burning, and soon I found the grub of a baby dog. I would have looked at the moon tomorrow, and the moon would have gone through a ditch, and the geese would have turned on the eye, and the moonlight would have died.
According to the old man, I was trying to get a drink from a model the other night, but my phone didn’t get through.
The model couldn’t get in touch, and the moonlight had a couple of little sisters going to the bar to heal, and it ended up on this drink.
It may be that the value of the moonlight does not exist, or that the fate of the day should have come, or that it has been followed by the scoundrel once the moonlight entered the bar.
The boy was supposed to walk deep, got two spades in the middle, gave them a seat in the moonlight, quickly made it to the crowd, a fire to the hammer of the moonlight, the day of the moonlight was supposed to be free, and when he came out of the bar he was half-smuggled, and the obscurous A8 came out in time, and the dirty play of the Reds and the Greens came on, and the scum gentleman said he was going to send the moonlight home, and the moonlight went to his car, and the moon went to bed with a gazzle, and then he woke up to take a scene in the video.
It’s like a story in a third-rate skeptical magazine, but it’s in the real world, and it’s just like moonlight doesn’t deserve it.
The truth has come to light.
I told the old man to pay attention to his body in white, and now that he’s so advanced in science and technology, he’ll get better.
Words are like old folk who lived long ago and did not swoop at all.
I know what I’m talking about, but what else can I do?
You and I are both human and nobody’s salvation.
It seems to have heard so much of this car talk these days, and the old man is in the middle of nowhere, and he says, “Thank you.”
I know the old man’s mind in his eyes, Mr. Chan. Help us. You’re familiar here. You’re a good friend of White.
I’m afraid to respond.
I’m so weak.
To say I can’t get home, I couldn’t stand the look of an old man’s knife, and in that moment even a little thought came out of trying to get away, and the model wanted to leave.
But the model seemed to have swung again that day, and when he was gone, he was chasing a cop named Li Li Li, asking if there was any information on the man, if you were sure of catching the criminal, if there was a deadline for solving the case, and if there was anything else we could do?
This inquiry clearly surprised Li Li, who thought that he was a model as the victim’s family and said that we were investigating, give us some time, and we will bring the murderer to justice and give the victim an answer.
The words of the charade are true.
The model would like to ask another question. I’m afraid that the model will have another problem. It’s the hard-brain that pulled the model out of the ward, and it’s almost a runaway.
When he came out of the moonlight that day, the model was a little restless, and he came back to the ward to sit like he was lost all afternoon, and he didn’t eat much at night.
I was supposed to get out of the hospital tomorrow morning, and the model was afraid he’d be stuck in traffic tomorrow morning.
I didn’t know if I was old or had an internal injury in Wu’s village, but after this injury, I had a bad night.
When I got up to the bathroom at about 3:00 in the morning, I saw the model sitting on the bed next to her in his coat, staring at the big black eye outside the window.
Why are you still up?
The model didn’t look back, he looked out the dark window and said, “Changa, it’s so bad for White.”
I was wondering if the model was getting excited during the day, so she could say, “Don’t think. We’re all civilians. It’s a police matter.
The model was in a coma before he went back to sleep.
I fell asleep in the middle of the night and I heard the model flipping pancakes next door.
Now that I remember, it’s probably from then on, but I’m one step behind.
I didn’t care about models at first, and I thought they were just a touch-and-see thing that didn’t control the mood, and a couple of days off was just a good social man.
But I didn’t realize that this unexpected encounter was so strong that it made me and my model’s life look like a train out of control and never came back.
I left the hospital the next day, and after the discharge, the model said he wanted to see the moonlight, and I knew that the model was still upset, and I couldn’t wait to say yes.
There’s a supermarket in the hospital, and I went to the supermarket, and the three squirrels, six walnuts, small milk, packed a bag full of bags.
The model looks like an idiot and says, “Damn, Chenka, are you out of your mind?
I say no matter what it is, it’s my heart.
In fact, there’s a word in my heart that I feel guilty about the old man’s look for help yesterday, and I want to say a little of my apologies in this way of retaliatory consumption.
All for peace.
I snuck to the burn ward with my model like two refugees, and the visit was unexpectedly calm, and the atmosphere was as peaceful as a family trip in New Year’s.
The smoldering gloom covered up, and yesterday’s moonlight collapse seemed to have never happened.
When we entered the door, it seemed that the moonlight was leaning on the bed to flip a book, watching us come in and throw the book on the bedside cabinet, then pointed at me and laughed and said, “Damn, Chenka, see if you’re stealing the supermarket.”
It seems that the white moonlight has just changed the medicine, and there’s a slight snout in the ward.
I was embarrassed to put things on the wall and said that I was out of the hospital today and would look at you before I left.
The white moon smiles and says, “You still hang me.”
The voice carries the shadows of the moon, but what is before us is already human.
Yesterday’s visit seemed like a pre-rehearsal, so that we could pass each other’s scars and carry on with a pointless visit.
The model answered the question in due course, saying that Chen Gar’s stupid ass went into the supermarket without looking at it and started cleaning, and gave you two bottles and a whole.
White Moonlight says, “Damn it, I’ll eat it, I’ll eat it, I’ll eat it, I’ll see which motherfucker fucks me.”
I’m gonna say, no, you’re gonna eat big, you’re gonna get hurt and you’re gonna be a security chief.
White Moonlight says, “Okay, I’m standing right here in front of your company.
I was laughing, you idiot.
We were very close friends, but at that moment we were like strangers who met in the water, and we were so skilfully playing with jokes, and we were so careful about each other’s borders.
Before leaving, the moon said the room was a little dark, so I opened a little curtain.
I walked through the bed, and my eyes came upon the book on the bedside closet, which had been dumped with its hands, as if it were a book of Notre Dame de Paris, a tumultuous book page with a red pen and a bright red mark.
The ugly Qasimodo saw the Egyptian girl Esmeralda caressing the little goat Gali and said that my misfortune was that I was still too human, and I really wanted to be a total animal, like this little goat.
The ink was not dry and the paper was pierced.
I don’t know.
I’ll be happy with my cousin once I get out.
Cousin didn’t know what was going on, said he wanted to surprise me on his first day at work, and I came later. The company usually works at 9:30, when he’s afraid I’m going early, so Li’s keeping me at home.
I asked Little Cousin Li what he was up to and Li said he didn’t know.
Lee and I waited till 10:00. Cousin called and said yes.
I didn’t see my cousin’s job until I looked at the company door.
A large rainbow door, with a large banner on the front door, with a warm welcome to our most brave soldier, Comrade Chen Gae, for his death.
The rainbow door was covered with a big red carpet more than a metre long, two-side balloons on both sides, seven or eight colleagues at the company standing in two lines, one looking at me get out of the car, crack, tap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, and then start to bow down and step on the balloon, and listen to the sound of the sound.
His cousin also said, with regret, that I told you that if I had not banned firecrackers now, I would’ve just hung you up.
I look at my brothers and sisters on the ground like rabbits and say, “It’s good, it’s good, it’s good, it’s good, we’re small business, don’t do this later.”
Cousin looks at me and says, “What is this?” We’ll have to make a big deal when you and Wang-Cing get married.
My cousin’s momentous euphemism seems to have brought the head of Wu Kamura’s narcissistic plant into my mind.
I find that now private entrepreneurs are always taking on a swirling, as if the big things didn’t get any better.
I nodded and laughed at my cousin’s good intentions, and then I joined the airball army, making my older brothers laugh.
It’s like a battlefield, even though my cousin and I are in this relationship, we can’t get too far away from the people’s small boat, and the lonely will never be able to fly, and I understand the human reason.
Maybe I’ve been on sick leave for two months, and I’ve been working for a couple of days, and I haven’t been able to get a couple of big, big ones.
In fact, when I looked at the company’s internal data, the company’s business had been on a flat downward trend since the beginning of the year, and it was a bit of a mistletoe, mainly with the spread of smarts, the opening up of people’s eyes, the growing lack of interest in our model by the crowds, and the slamming of our industry.
This is how business is done, with three-and-a-half-year-long windballs that are fortified, while the majority of the time is slow and fast.
I wanted to spend some time talking to my cousin about this, and he came back to me on Friday at the end of the day, and I thought I was talking business, and I didn’t think it was family.
Your cousin said that you’re a half-brother and I’m a half-brother and you and Wang-tsing, and Wang-tsing are at the threshold. Your cousin-in-law has heard of you. If you want to see this girl, I’ll have a better day.
My cousins and my cousins belong to the same age-old, and they have been classmates from primary school to high school for more than 10 years, and the master of the school and school knows that the cousin is a small bell that she will never lose.
After he graduated from high school, she was a soldier, and after several years of demobilization, she married her cousin, who came to Beijing with her cousin until now to start a business, and was able to stay in peace.
Don’t look at cousins crawling around in the business all these years, being the boss of the company, returning home is the standard wife-in-charge slave. I know that this time, my cousin is the messenger, and I can’t stop her.
The call took a while, and I heard the model whisper, so I came home at 6:30 and hung up.
It’s been a weird couple of days.
We’ve been living together since we got out of the hospital, and we’re used to this old man and woman, and there’s no word in the play that the young man and the girl are tired, and they’re all in order.
There’s something wrong with a model coming home every morning, sometimes when you’re back early and you’re stuck in the bathroom, and I’m just kidding if you’re going to change the captain for two days.
I know it’s a joke, and I’ve been tied up with the model for the rest of my life, and I know it takes time for us to sail, and I thought the model was dealing with past problems, and I trust her and give her time.
The model said it was 6:30, when he came back with an open iPad and said it was a gift for Katya.
Models have that kind of advantage, and they’re never easy on the details.
I took two more bottles of good wine and dragged the model out. It was more than 7:00 when we got to cousin’s house. I’ve been looking at the model’s face a little red.
Don’t look at it as a family dinner, it’s a very high standard for cousins, who made seven or eight dishes, who opened two bottles of a platinum, who fixed his first cup of wine, who said, “Changa, it’s a family dinner today, my aunt and my uncle are not here, I’m an elder, congratulations to you and Wang-sing, I watched you two walk all the way, knowing how hard it was for you two to fall and fall, and who in the rest of your life was able to fix a good fruit is lucky and happy.
That’s true, cousin. I’m warm.
If we’re right, let’s forget whether to get in the car or buy tickets. By the end of the year, you’ll have to make some noise.
My sister-in-law, who is the head of the family, began to set me up with a rocker.
I went back to my cousin with the model, and I said with my heart, that I was young and reckless, and that my foot was too short to fall, and thanks to my cousin’s help, I was able to get up and re-establish myself.
The model is in place, let’s keep up with it, brother. I’m lucky Chen Jia got you one.
My cousin was really touched that day, and he said three times in a row, and his head down and a glass of wine.
That night was basically the most comfortable meal I’ve had in seven or eight years, and my cousin made fun of me when I first came to the company, and I laughed at my cousin’s gallant home, and the model told her about our adventures in Wu’s village.
The living room’s television is on, and the urban music channel happens to be “Five Hunted Miles ” .
If you missed the train I’m on,
If you miss the train I took,
You will know that I am gone,
You know I’m gone.
You can hear the whisper blow a hundred miles.
Listen to the siren.
A hundred miles, a hundred miles,
A hundred miles and a hundred miles. Take me far away.
I don’t know.
That night, a few hundred kilometres away from home, I found home again.
I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
