Linxian is a small remote place with people coming and going, noisy and noisy. Today, a pure black car was parked in front of the old tube building. A discerning person knew that the price was high and it was out of place with the surroundings.

The owner of the small shop downstairs was reading the newspaper. When he saw the sign in front of the car, he immediately took a breath. Good guy, a car with millions of dollars, he may not buy it in his lifetime without eating or drinking. When did such a rich man come to this poor place?

Not only him, but the pedestrians who passed by were also looking sideways. Finally, I saw a man in a suit and leather shoes got off the car. His eyebrows flew into the temples, and his peachy eyes were narrow and narrow. They did not smile but also brought a three-point smile, like a game world. The prodigal son.

Wen Chuo stepped back a few steps, looked up at the tube tower above, circling the densely winding wires in mid-air, and finally stopped on the fifth floor with his chin lifted slightly, which was a kind of triumphant return.

After a while, a driver-like person hurried out of the tube building. He wiped the sweat from his forehead when he met Wenchuo’s sight. He looked a little nervous: “Wen always, there’s a widow living in it. He asked several times. , There is no such person as Bai Yang, do you remember it wrong."

Wen Chuo squinted slightly and stared at him coldly: "That fool lives here. I have only been away for three years, so I can't remember it wrong."

After twisting his eyebrows, he pushed him away impatiently, and walked up. The driver watched from below. Seeing Wenchao walked to the fifth floor, knocked on the door of 503 and went straight in, and then was pushed by the violent widow. After coming out, the quarrel was loud enough to be heard underneath.

"You are sick! My old lady has lived here for two years, and I haven't heard of any poplars, so you are crazy!"

Here the door is next to the door, and the house is next to the house. Not long after someone opened the window to watch the excitement, Wen Chuo's gloomy face came down, and the driver trembled, and he dared not step forward.

This newly appointed Wen always is a powerful figure. I heard that he was an illegitimate child. He was only recognized by his old family owner after living in exile for more than ten years. In a few years, he just defeated the elder brother above and became the heir of the Wen family.

Wen Chuo had a bad temper, and the driver knew something about it. After careful consideration, he still boldly stepped forward: "Mr Wen..."

Wen Chuo ignored him, went straight to the small shop downstairs, bought one of their most expensive cigarettes, and leaned on the glass counter and asked, "Boss, ask, where did the Baiyang living in 503 move? ?"

The boss was a little puzzled. He always thought the name was familiar, but he couldn't remember who it was. Wen Chuo knocked on the table anxiously: "That fool who always picks up bottles and sells money here."

"Poplar--" The slightly fat proprietress walked out from the inside under the plastic curtain, holding a basket of freshly selected vegetables in her hand, and sat down on the little horse with a loud voice: "He doesn't mind. I’m sick, a few years ago...Oh, three years ago, I was looking for people on the street in a daze every day. I didn’t say who I was looking for. I ran out on a rainy day and never came back. When the rent expired, the third aunt did not find him, so she rented the house to someone else."

After the boss lady finished speaking, she didn't say anything when she saw Chuo. She glanced at him and felt familiar: "Hey, you...Have I met you?"

Wen Chuo ignored her and only asked her: "...Who is Bai Yang looking for?"

The lady boss shook her head: "Hey, how long ago, I forgot about it."

He raised his eyes again, Wen Chuo didn’t know when he had left, and he didn’t take the cigarettes he bought just now. The boss Le Diandian put the cigarettes back on the counter: "The rich are different, hey, his car, you know How much is it? More than five million, why did you come to this small place."

After speaking, he asked, "Who did he ask you just now?"

The proprietress said without looking up: "Bai Yang, your mind is really bad, the woman who used to hang himself on the fifth floor, the police have come several times, and Bai Yang is her child."

With that said, the boss also remembered, and slapped his thigh hard: "Oh, Chen Meiying's family, this lady is also cruel, I heard that Bai Yang scared her stupidly."

The proprietress rolled her eyes: "You try to spend the night with your mother's corpse. Bai Yang is only a few years old, you are stupid for you."

"Just say, don't take Lao Zi Niang." The boss shook the newspaper unhappily, and continued to read the news: "I remember hearing that, this little boy didn't learn well. He came to me every day on credit and talked to the gangsters on the street. The gangster pressed the road, hey, I remember he played well with that little idiot Bai Yang, but then no one was seen."

"What a good play, that little gangster cheats Bai Yang's money every day, lacks virtue, and fools money is cheated." The lady boss wiped her hands on her apron as she said, a bright light in her mind suddenly stood up: "Oh, I remember who the rich man was just now, isn't he just Wen Chuo!"

A beautiful woman moved to this remote town more than ten years ago. She lives in 504 with her 10-year-old son. She is a neighbor of Chen Meiying next door. Later, Chen Meiying hanged herself and helped take care of Poplar. Unfortunately, she was a good man. It doesn't last long, and there is no money to treat cancer. I went there within a few years.

Her son is Wen Chuo.

The streets were crowded and there were random bicycles everywhere. The driver walked very unsmoothly, and finally walked onto the wide street. He glanced in the rearview mirror and stared at himself blankly, with sharp eyes. As if he could kill, his heart trembled, and his insanity subconsciously stepped on the accelerator.

This was a corner, and a large truck carrying timber just drove on the opposite side. The driver reacted to his heartbreak and slammed on the brakes. In the end, he still couldn't dodge and slammed into it.

The clouds in the sky change, just like things are impermanent.

Wen Chuo had encountered a fool before, who had no father or mother, and was separated from his house by a wall. At a young age, he had to feed himself, pick up trash, and pick up waste.

Wen Chuo felt that he was very pitiful. When a fool was bullied, he always protected him.

Later, Wen Chuo didn't have a mother...

The idiot said he would pick up trash and raise him.

Why not?

Wen Chuo knew that fools liked him, but he didn't like fools, but he still lived on him for twenty years without a conscience, and finally escaped from that shabby and poor place in Linxian by himself.

On the day that Wen Jia sent a car to pick up Wen Chuo, the fool ran all the way behind the car. He ran lifelessly, stubbornly unable to speak, and could only call Wen Chuo's name desperately.

Wen Chuo got out of the car and stayed there for three minutes. He hugged the fool and whispered: "You go back and wait for me to make a lot of money, and come back to pick you up and live a good life."

The fool didn't know what a good life was, but he held Wen Chuo's hand tightly, shook his head vigorously, sweating profusely, and his tight lips were full of stubbornness.

Wen Chuo knows what a good life is. Before he was ten years old, he lived in a villa and traveled with luxury cars. He knew the taste of steak, the taste of cakes, and that his mother was a wealthy lady, but in the end he was swept out by a young man. .

Wen Chuo hates, hates and is not reconciled, he hates those people, and he is not reconciled to stay in a shabby little place and spend his life with a fool.

"You go home and wait for me, I'll go back later."

Wen Chuo broke the fool's fingers one by one from his cuff, and got into the car without looking back.

The sun set in the sky, and the dim sunlight came in through the door of the Internet cafe. A man fell asleep on the back of his chair with a pair of headphones hanging around his neck. After a long while, he moved, his nose was full of low-quality cigarettes and instant noodles. The mixed taste, a very old but familiar taste.

Wen Chuo heard the keyboard knocks in his ears, and he opened his eyelids irritably. After seeing the surrounding environment, his pupils shrank sharply, and he stood up with great movement.

"Fuck, Wen Chuo, do you have to sleep, scare me."

In the next seat, there was a little **** with a lightning shaved head playing games cursingly. He looked very familiar. Wen Chuo sat down blankly, and saw his red hair through the computer screen.

He is handsome, so the publicity color is also set off, adding a bit of a monster, but his face is still a little green, he is 18 years old.

He lay down on the table, and finally digested the fact that he was reborn, and was slapped on the shoulder by the lightning man again: "Hey, that fool is standing outside waiting for you again."

Wen Chuo studied well when he was a child, but when he grew up, he became crooked. After high school, he didn't read much. He played games every day, and his heart was higher than the sky and life was thinner than paper. He waited for Wen Jia to pick him up.

Quite unrealistic, and quite daydreaming.

Wen Chuo followed and looked out, his eyes stunned.

Standing outside the Internet cafe was a handsome, black-haired teenager, wearing a washed-out T-shirt. He was thin and tall and straight like a poplar tree. He kept watching Wen Chuo without saying a word. Slightly sip.

Bai Yang was irritated when he was a child, his mind was slow, and he didn't like to talk. He looked no different from a fool, but he understood everything he should understand. Knowing that playing games in Internet cafes is not a good thing.

Normally, he would stand outside and wait for Wen Chuo. If Wen Chuo couldn't come out, he would wait. If it was dark, it was time to eat. If Wen Chuo didn't come out, Bai Yang would go in and pull him out.

In short, this is not a messy fool.

This time I didn’t need to pull the white poplar, and Wen Chuo jumped up from the chair like burning buttocks. Just about to rush out, he was stopped by the owner of the Internet cafe: “Hey, Wen Chuo, I haven’t paid the instant noodles on credit. It."

Wen Chuo touched his trouser pocket subconsciously, it was empty.

He looked at Bai Yang, excited and embarrassed, his heart pounding: "That what...Lend me some money."

Bai Yang looked at him for a few seconds, then turned and left.

Wen Chuo: "..."

The owner of the Internet cafe knocked on the table. Obviously this is not the first time that this happened: "What's the matter, selling kidneys or cutting meat, 15 yuan, you can figure it out."

Wen Chuo sneered: "Just your broken things, do you still use Lao Tzu to cut your kidneys?"

He was the **** here. When he spoke, several hooligans next to him stood up: "That's right, a few barrels of broken noodles are still out of date, so I don't want to eat them."

The boss snorted: "You little bastards, it's useless to say anything. I'll split up Lao Tzu's account today, otherwise, don't even want to leave."

Wen Chuo was annoyed. He borrowed twenty yuan from a small **** who was familiar but couldn't call his name, and then ran out of the Internet cafe in a hurry. Who would have thought that he just happened to run into Bai Yang who had returned.

Bai Yang was holding a few coins in his hand, and there was a handful of coins. Wen Chuo knew that he was the money he made from selling the bottle without looking at it, but he didn't care. Instead, he took Bai Yang into his arms. After two times, angrily and laughed,

"Fool, where did you go!"

It was a joy that I couldn't even speak of, and was lost and regained.

Bai Yang paused, his eyes confused, as if he didn't quite understand why he said that.