City H, upstairs from Bruce, Hong Tao has been living here since he was released from prison. The office has been simply modified. Inside is a bedroom, a bed, and some simple wardrobes. It doesn't look like a home at all, more like a hotel.
Hong Tao was trembling all over, his face turned pale, he was sweating all over his body, and he curled up on the bed. His body temperature was frighteningly high. No matter how many quilts he put on him, his body was always cold.
In the distance, on the table, there are two colorful photos of different sizes. The room is dark, and four candles are burning beside the photos. With the faint light, you can see clearly that one is Hong Xin and the other is
Zigang.
Hong Tao stared blankly at the photo. Under the dim light, the two of them smiled brightly, but Hong Tao's body became even colder...
Outside Bruce's door.
"Squeak!!"
A Range Rover was parked at the door.
"Bang!"
The car door opened, and a middle-aged man wearing a windbreaker and a scarf around his neck walked out. His temples were gray, and his cheeks were covered with vicissitudes of life and dust. He looked up without any expression, and his eyes stayed on the plaque, paying attention.
After a long time, he lowered his head and led the two of them into Bruce.
In the hall, there was singing and dancing, the music was loud, and the middle-aged man led people upstairs without saying a word.
In the corridor upstairs, the smell of smoke filled the air. Six or seven people stood at the door of Hong Tao's office, all talking with serious faces.
"Tap tap tap...!"
The middle-aged man took long strides and looked down at the ground. He stood in the corridor and turned around. The other two people continued to walk forward. Everyone listened to the footsteps and turned around quickly. Just as they were about to ask questions, they saw
The two strong men were suddenly stunned.
"...Yuan...Yuan...Brother! Brother Qiu!!" One of the older people looked at the two of them in disbelief, stammered, and then seemed to suddenly think of something.
Something happened, he suddenly raised his head, glanced at the back of the middle-aged man in the distance, and his body suddenly froze.
"What are you doing here standing in traffic... It's okay, let's all go!!" The middle-aged man named Qiu Ge, about thirty-seven or eighty-year-old, is about 1.7 meters tall and has very high cheekbones. He doesn't look like someone from the north.
people.
"...Tao...!"
"Let's go, I have something to call you!" Before the man could speak again, the fat man named Brother Yuan interrupted him again and waved his hand impatiently.
Everyone looked at the speaker, feeling that the atmosphere was a bit strange, and did not dare to speak. The speaker paused and said with a smile: "Let's sit in the lounge next to you for a while. Say hello if you need anything!"
"Hmm...!" Brother Yuan tapped his lion-like head and snorted, indicating that he heard it.
Everyone turned around and walked into the lounge next to them. Brother Qiu opened the door of the office and stood at the door without moving. The middle-aged man turned around without saying a word, walked to the door, and entered Hong Tao's office directly.
, and then Brother Qiu made a clang and pulled the door shut.
After entering the room, the middle-aged man glanced around the office, slowly took off his coat, hung it on the wall, then opened the door of Hong Tao's bedroom and walked in.
The room was still dark, and the middle-aged man instinctively turned his head to the candle that emitted faint light. When his eyes saw the two photos on the table, his lungs seemed to have lost power for an instant!
“Bang!!!”
The middle-aged man leaned against the door with a clang, beads of sweat dripping from his forehead, his mouth opened wide, and he tried to suck air into his lungs, but his brain was still dizzy and his breathing suddenly became rapid!!
"Papa!!"
The middle-aged man stretched out his wrinkled palms and quickly reached into his trouser pocket. He shivered and took out a small medicine bottle. He slid down and slumped on the ground. He unscrewed the medicine bottle, poured out two white pills and stuffed them in.
Put it in your mouth, and then swallow this mouthful of saliva.
The middle-aged man closed his eyes. After three or four minutes, his chest slowly calmed down. He stood up with his palms on the ground and gritted his teeth. Then he rolled up the sleeves of his white shirt with an expressionless face and walked to Hong Tao. The muscles on his face
He asked tremblingly: "Why...don't you call me?"
"...!" Hong Tao stared blankly at the photo, his whole body trembling, as if he didn't see the middle-aged man at all.
"Peng!!" The middle-aged man stared at Hong Tao, paused for a second, suddenly stretched out his hand, roughly grabbed Hong Tao's hair, and pulled it down hard.
"Plop!!"
Hong Tao's head hit the ground first, and his whole body rolled off the bed.
"Uh-huh!!"
The middle-aged man took out the belt from his waist in an instant, folded it in his hand, and pointed the belt clip downwards. Without saying a word, he raised the belt and whipped it towards Hong Tao's head!!
"Crack!! Click!!"
The belt hit Hong Tao's head very hard!! The middle-aged man's eyes widened, and the veins on his neck popped out, and he asked again: "Tell me, why don't you call me!!!"
"Snapped!!!"
The belt fell hard again, and the clip scratched Hong Tao's head, making a triangular gash immediately, and blood flowed down!!!
"Hong Tao!!! How many more people are you going to kill??"
"Bah bang bang!!!"
The middle-aged man's eyes were red, and his belt was pulled off like a storm. The huge waves did not stop him at all, and he lay on the ground, motionless like a walking zombie!!
"I'm already fucking fifty! How many more years can I live?! When will you grow up!! When will you do something that satisfies me!!!" The middle-aged man roared with tears on his face, belt
The beatings became harder and harder. Hong Tao's head was covered with blood, his face was covered with cuts, his ears had been blown open, and blood spattered on the carpet, which was extremely oozing.
"Get up!! Kneel down!!" The middle-aged man gasped and pointed at Hong Tao and shouted.
Hong Tao's brain was dizzy. He shook his head vigorously, supported the ground, slowly knelt on the ground, pursed his lips, looked up at the middle-aged man, turned his head, shed tears, and said in a hoarse voice: "...Dad.
..I was wrong...!"
When the middle-aged man heard this, he looked at Hong Tao, whose face was covered with blood and could no longer see his face clearly. He raised his arm with a belt, trembled, held it up for a long time, and then fell to the ground with a snap.
"...among all my contemporaries...none of them has had such a difficult life as me...It's the fault of the father if the son doesn't teach...If our family can be like this...I'll take it for granted..."
Parents... are responsible!!...!" The middle-aged man took a few steps back blankly, sat down on the bed with a thud, buried his cheek in his hands, and said in a loss of voice.
The room was silent again. In the distance, the smiling photos of Hong Xin and Zigang were quietly watching the father and son. Their smiles seemed not to be so bright anymore...