I looked at the mess in the house and thought about Tu Mangzi's identity and current situation. I seemed to understand his thoughts and persuaded him: "Parents will never refuse the return of their children. Why do you want to let the elderly people go to save your own face?"
My parents are suffering from longing."
These words seemed to touch Tu Mangzi even more. He was silent for a minute or two before saying, "My parents must have thought I was dead."
Wen Xin was originally very concerned about the smell in the room, but now she no longer disliked the smell on Tu Mang's body. She patted him on the shoulder and said: "But you are obviously not dead. What is it that makes you unwilling to go home and be with him?"
Do your parents recognize each other?"
There was silence for a long time.
"Is there any cigarette?" Tu Mangzi raised his head and looked at me and asked.
This really confused me. I really didn’t have a cigarette with me today.
Seeing my embarrassment, Tu Mangzi guessed it, so he got up and rummaged around the room. After rummaging for a while, he finally found a cigarette case in the bedside table with two cigarettes left in it. After he lit one, this
Then he said: "When I came out, I severed the father-son relationship with my father."
"Ah?" Wen Xin exclaimed.
"Why?" I asked.
"I'm not afraid of making you laugh when I say it. I have been a fool since I was a child. I often steal things in the village and bring shame to my parents. My father beat me frequently. When I was eighteen years old, I finished working in the fields.
Later, I stole a chicken from a family in the village and went to the mountains to roast it. My father tied me to a tree and beat me for a long time, breaking several canes. While beating me, he said that I should not have been born in the first place.
He was just a superfluous person, and I was angry when he heard that, so I told him to leave me alone. I didn't want to have him as my father, so my father told me to get out..." Speaking of the past, Tu Mangzi no longer had any anger in his voice,
There is only nostalgia for the past.
Tu Mangzi paused and took a long puff of cigarette. Wen Xin continued what he said: "So, you left your hometown and your parents, and never went back or contacted your family?"
Tu Mangzi did not answer and remained silent until he finished smoking a cigarette, then he said with some annoyance: "Hey, why am I telling you this!"
Wen Xin ignored it and continued the topic and asked: "Have those scavengers in Jinniu Square not been home for many years like you?"
"Home? Some people's parents are long gone and they have no brothers or sisters. They are their own home." Tu Mangzi smiled as if he was mocking himself, showing his yellow teeth.
Tu Mangzi can be said to have stated the current situation of waste pickers in the city. In fact, it is not just waste pickers, but also many people with serious professions. Some of them have not been back home for several years. This phenomenon is even more common in big cities.
is common.
Once someone asks them why they don't go home, they will always give a unified and high-sounding reason - they have failed in their careers and have no shame in going home.
However, they never thought that his parents back home did not want him to be very promising, they just wanted to see their children for a few days every year.
A son wants to be raised but his parents are not there to support him. Unfortunately, many people only understand this truth after their parents pass away. By the time he becomes successful and famous, his parents have already passed away with longing for him.
Looking at Tu Mangzi's appearance, I felt pity for this "little boss". Even though he was a tyrant in Jinniu Plaza and beat the fake nun yesterday until his face was livid, he was actually a
Sad person.
Thinking about it, I advised him: "This year's Chinese New Year, let's go back and have a look."
"For more than ten years, my parents must have thought I was dead." Tu Mangzi said again.
"This is the time for you to go back. Your parents will be very happy if you find it again." Wen Xin advised.
"But I was kicked out by my father back then." Tu Mangzi hesitated.
I smiled and said, "No parent would really want to drive their child away. He was just angry and hated the iron. Go back and don't regret it after your parents die."
Tu Mangzi stopped talking. I knew that he was shaken.
In fact, he should have struggled many times in his heart. However, people like him usually only come into contact with fair-weather friends. No one will listen to what he says, and he will not talk about such inner matters.
, Wen Xin accidentally saw the photo frame today, and it opened a hole in his heart.
He had long wanted to go home, and Wen Xin and I were just catalysts.
When Tu Mangzi left his room, he said "thank you" to us. At that moment, I saw the simplicity of the young boy in the photo frame on his face.
Tu Mangzi said that he would give the photos we gave him as soon as possible for his subordinates to identify. Regardless of whether there is any news or not, he would wait in the teahouse where we found him yesterday in the afternoon and ask us to go there to look for him directly after we are done.
He will be fine.
We said goodbye to him with a smile and walked out of the hotel. Wen Xin said happily: "I helped Tu Mangzi resolve a knot in his heart. I feel a sense of accomplishment."
"Yeah, I feel like my steps are a little brisker." I agreed with a smile.
Later, we found a restaurant outside Jinniu Plaza. While eating, I received a call from Lao Mao. He told me that the origin of the hammer had been confirmed.
"Really Li Huiguo's family?" I asked quickly.
"Yes." The old cat answered affirmatively.
"He admitted it directly?" I asked again.
The old cat said: "I admit it. A similar hammer was lost at his house. After careful identification, he was sure it was the one used as the murder weapon."
The tables and stools in Li Huiguo Restaurant are all made of wood. After being used for a long time, many of the tables and stools will have problems from time to time. After problems occur, they need to be repaired with a hammer. Li Huiguo Tu conveniently put the hammer on
Behind the door of the restaurant.
Three days ago, when several people were eating in a restaurant, the wooden frame under the table came loose. Li went back to the kitchen to get the hammer from behind the door, but found that the hammer was missing. Everyone who was eating at the table at that time can testify to this.
A hammer wasn't worth much, so Li Huiguo didn't take it seriously and went to the small supermarket in town to buy a new one. When Lao Mao and the others passed by today, Li Huiguo took out the new hammer and showed it to them.
"Can he remember who went to the restaurant to eat three days ago?" I asked immediately.
But Lao Mao said: "This question makes no sense. Although Li Huiguo discovered that the hammer was missing three days ago, the murderer may not have taken the hammer away just that day, because it has been a long time since the last time Li Huiguo used the hammer.
It’s been almost ten days.”
The murderer threw the hammer at Wang Yu's door, but Li took the blame. This is really complicated.
I thought the matter was over, but Lao Mao did not hang up the phone and told me another thing: "When we went there, we kept asking about Li Huiguo, and his reaction was quite calm, but Jiang and I
I thought his wife was acting weird and looked worried, as if she had something on her mind."