As an intern at a cosmetics company in Beijing, Ma Xiaoling has recently been doing everything possible to run business and sell products. Not only is she physically tired, but her mind is also very tired.
Sitting on the bus, I remembered that not long ago, when I brought home my boyfriend who I had been dating for a year, before I even said a few words, I was inexplicably kicked out of the house by my angry old father. This immediately brought Ma Xiaoling to the verge of death.
collapse.
"There is no other father like this..."
Ma Xiaoling sighed.
At this time, the bus stopped, and a warning sound sounded inside the bus, "We have arrived at Caomiao Village. Passengers getting off the bus, please pay attention to safety..."
Suddenly waking up from her gloomy thoughts, Ma Xiaoling quickly picked up her handbag, stepped on her high heels, and quickly got out of the car through the back door.
Caomiao Village is located in the inner circle of the Third Ring Road. It is a typical urban village environment. Dirty and messy is the inherent impression of this place by Beijing people.
But for Ma Xiaoling, Caomiao Village is her spiritual homeland, the place where she was born and raised.
All the fun and memories of childhood are covered in this small village of several thousand square meters.
However, due to the development of the times and the needs of urban progress, Caomiao Village has become increasingly incompatible with its surrounding environment...
Ma Xiaoling raised her head and saw at a glance a high-end courtyard house at the end of the village.
The renderings of the viewing room showed that there were not only elevators, but also modern buildings such as swimming pools and lofts. It could be called a mansion. This immediately made Ma Xiaoling feel greedy and envious.
People who can live here are naturally either rich or noble.
However, it has been more than half a year since this mansion was built, but no one is still willing to move in. It has become a hot topic among the surrounding residents.
Ma Xiaoling naturally sneered at comments such as "It's too expensive and no one will buy it," because the most indispensable thing in the world is rich people.
As for the real reason, Ma Xiaoling also knew it very well. It was probably just because of Caomiao Village.
Wealthy people are always shrewd. In addition, they also attach great importance to status.
Birds of a feather flock together and people divide into groups. It is simply impossible for wealthy people to live next to a group of migrant workers.
Before the pheasant turns into a phoenix, it is just like Cinderella marrying into a wealthy family. It is just a story in a fairy tale.
Whether in school or at work, Ma Xiaoling has always been proud of being a Beijing native.
But she has never said frankly that she was born in Caomiao Village. This is due to her inferiority complex and vanity.
Therefore, after becoming financially independent, Ma Xiaoling rarely returned to Caomiao Village except for taking her boyfriend home to meet her father a month ago.
But this time when she returned to Caomiao Village, Ma Xiaoling came back in a cheerful and happy mood.
Recently, due to policy reasons, Caomiao Village is facing demolition.
At first, most people in the village refused sternly and did not give the demolition officials a good look at all.
Later, for unknown reasons, some relocation households with strong personalities suffered retaliatory attacks by unknown persons in the middle of the night. In the most severe cases, three or four ribs were broken, and many people were hospitalized for this.
Calling the police is useless. The efficiency of the police's response is astonishingly slow.
At this point, people began to belatedly realize that many people were frightened and frightened. They began to agree to the demolition office and quickly left Caomiao Village after taking a sum of demolition money.
But nearly half of the people are still stranded here.
As a result, more and more panic began to spread.
Soon, people discovered that due to the deliberate delay in the police's handling of the case, it was not just a retaliatory attack by some people, but also some thefts and robberies began to occur frequently. Caomiao Village gradually became a hot spot for crime.
This directly led to more and more tenants and migrant workers starting to move out. This phenomenon made many people in Caomiao Village feel resentful and helpless.
But even so, there are still many people who are unwilling to leave.
Ma Xiaoling's father is one of them.
This time, the reason why Ma Xiaoling returned to Caomiao Village was because someone from the urban construction department personally called him and wanted to discuss the demolition issues.
Along the dilapidated paths, you can smell the stench from nearby ditches, and sewage is flowing across some narrow alleys.
Some slightly slovenly children were lying on the ground happily playing with glass marbles. Many adult men and women were walking around nearby, spitting everywhere, and shouting insults everywhere.
Among them, Ma Xiaoling, dressed in neat workplace attire, looked out of place in this place.
After a moment, Ma Xiaoling raised her head numbly and saw the scene in front of her in the narrow alley, between the buildings, and she could almost reach out and touch each other's windows...
She sighed, walked into the alley, and opened the door of one of the houses.
"Dad, I'm back."
As soon as she finished speaking, Ma Xiaoling was stunned.
In the narrow and dark room, he saw several people wearing clothes looking at him.
In the corner of the room, his father, Ma Jun, was lying on the bed with his eyes closed tightly and a painful expression on his face.
There was a white bandage on his forehead, which looked like a head injury.
"dad!"
Ma Xiaoling was shocked!
She pushed aside the policeman who was blocking her, quickly came to her father's side, and shouted with a trembling voice: "What's wrong with you, Dad? Dad, don't scare me!"
Although he is somewhat dissatisfied with his father's usual practices, he is still his father after all!
How could Ma Xiaoling, her father who had worked so hard to raise her since she was a child, be willing to see this scene in front of her...
"Miss Ma..."
At this time, a young police officer stepped forward and said.
"What happened to my dad? What did you do to him!"
Ma Xiaoling's eyes were red, she turned around and glared at the young police officer fiercely.
The young police officer hesitated and said, "We received a report in the morning. When we rushed to the scene of the crime, we saw your father unconscious on the road. His head seemed to have been hit by a hard object and there was some blood. We urgently
We sent him to the hospital. After diagnosis, fortunately, he was fine. With your father's insistence, we sent him back..."
"It must be the people from the demolition office who did it!"
Ma Xiaoling said angrily.
When the police officers heard this, they all looked at each other. One of them said: "Just come back and take good care of your father. If there is nothing else, we will go back first."
How could there be nothing else?
Has the suspect been caught?
How did the incident occur?
Ma Xiaoling looked at the group of police officers pushing out the door and opened her mouth, but in the end she didn't ask any questions.
"Ling'er is back... Just come back, just come back."
At this time, a waxy, slightly hoarse voice sounded.
When Ma Xiaoling came back to her senses, she saw her father, Ma Jun, forcing out a smile and saying to herself: "Have you eaten? It's hard to come back. Eat before you leave. Dad will get up and cook for you."
"What to cook!"
When Ma Xiaoling saw her father struggling to stand up, she became furious. She slammed the table next to her and said loudly with tears in her eyes: "Why didn't you promise them? If you had promised them earlier, you wouldn't be like this now."
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Ma Jun looked at his daughter crying with a soft smile and said, "Dad can't bear to let her go."
Ma Xiaoling was startled.
What are you reluctant to part with?
Ma Jun looked at the abstract paintings smeared with oil paints on the surrounding walls, with a deep nostalgia in his eyes. (To be continued.)