?While waiting for Eagle Eye to call up the picture, Zhang Ming draped the clothes beside him, "Kuang Shihan, do you think I am very useless?" Zhang Ming asked in a weak voice, his eyes seemed to be It was covered with a layer of mist, a mist that was too thick to dissolve.

"What is your definition of waste?" Hawkeye did not answer directly.

"Just say it directly, I don't care anyway." Zhang Ming awkwardly laughed, then picked up the half bottle of Coke by his feet and drank it.

"I don't like nonsense. Different definitions will get different results. If you let me just say it is like suddenly asking me to choose A or B, I actually don't even know what the topic is." Hawkeye paused here. Next, "Unless, you just want me to give you the answer you want. In this case, I won't answer your question."

"Are you really...indifferent and calm?" Zhang Ming didn't know how to describe it for a while, "If it were you, it would definitely not be like me."

"Look at it." Hawkeye ignored the question just now.

Sunlight passed through the windows and spilled on the ground. In the messy living room, the eagle eyes slowly turned the notebook, and on the notebook screen was the portrait of the cursed doll made by the artist overnight. On the other side of the sofa, Zhang Ming stared at the cursed doll on the screen with bloodshot eyes.

"Have you seen it?" Hawkeye asked in a low voice, and at the same time he pulled the laptop a little toward him. He was worried that Zhang Ming would suddenly attack and smash the screen.

"I haven't seen it." Zhang Ming slowly shook his head, "But Cursed Doll must be like this!" He suddenly increased the volume, and then stood up, "Yes, it must be like this, what a rabbit, it's just a disguise. If it was like this, I would definitely not buy it. No matter what I said, I would not buy...no...buy..." Zhang Ming rushed forward and grabbed the laptop screen.

"Calm down." Hawkeye grabbed Zhang Ming's hands, but Zhang Ming had already grabbed the edge of the screen. Then, Hawkeye slowly applied force, and then removed Zhang Ming's hand from the edge of the screen. After that, he quickly Close the laptop.

After the concept map of Cursed Baby was removed by Hawkeye, Zhang Ming's mood slowly stabilized.

"Sorry..." Zhang Ming apologized in a small voice.

"What you meant just now... You see this picture the same as seeing the rabbit doll your daughter wants to buy?" Hawkeye began to pay attention to his own words.

"Almost." Zhang Ming nodded, his lips turned pale, and his whole body was weak, as if he was over-indulgent.

"Thank you." Hawkeye thoughtfully, he put the notebook in his backpack, "Mr. Zhang Ming, can you tell me about the situation at that time? The more detailed the better."

"Mr. Kuang Shihan, I can tell you what I did back then, but, can you tell me what you want to do?" Zhang Ming leaned back on the sofa, and looked at Hawkeye with scrutiny.

"I..." Hawkeye closed the notebook in his hand, "I want to destroy the cursed doll."

"Destroyed?" Zhang Ming chuckled lightly, and the sarcasm in it was self-evident, "Mr. Kuang Shihan, if you really intend to do this, I'm afraid it will be more unfortunate."

"How do you say?" Hawkeye stretched forward slightly, with an expression of interest on his face.

"In 2011, I took my daughter to play in Changhe City. It happened to be the National Day. There were a lot of people in the city, but there were only pedestrian streets and other places. The rest of the places were not as many as expected. After all, Changhe City was not In big cities, it’s normal to have fewer people."

"Walking and walking, I saw a toy store. There were many children in the toy store, boys and girls, from five or six to 11 or 2 years old, and even 20-year-old youth."

"I didn't care about the specific name of the toy store. Anyway, it's not a big brand, it's a small shop on the roadside, but it's well decorated. I took my daughter in and my daughter named Huahua, a very cute one. Girl, chubby, I like to lick my fingers clean after eating snacks, I don’t listen to anything..." Zhang Ming said as he talked, he began to talk about funny things that happened between him and his daughter, which happened a few years ago. But Zhang Ming described it at this time as if the scene he was talking about happened yesterday.

Hawkeye didn't interrupt Zhang Ming. There is no regret medicine in the world, and not everything can find a villain who is in the wrong. The tragedy makes people heartache precisely because no one is wrong.

Perhaps he realized that his daughter was no longer there, Zhang Ming tilted his head, then wiped his eyes with his right hand, "I didn't wash my face in the morning, and there was a lot of eye feces." He laughed awkwardly, and then continued to talk about what happened at that time. The rabbit doll was placed in a corner by the shop owner, and its appearance was average, at least I didn’t think it was so cute, but Huahua just wanted the pink rabbit doll, but I wanted to buy that one because I thought the rabbit doll was oozing. In fact, I think every doll is infiltrating." At this point, Zhang Ming increased his tone.

"There are indeed some people who are bored with dolls, but the cause is more complicated." Hawkeye nodded, agreeing with Zhang Ming's final statement.

After getting the affirmation, Zhang Ming's spirit became better, "Hua Hua saw that I didn't plan to buy her, so she cried so hard that the boss couldn't stand it anymore. Which shop owner likes children to cry in the store? So I immediately ran over to comfort him, and made fun of the rabbit doll, but it was blocked by me."

"I told the boss, I don’t want this doll, anything else is okay. The boss quickly tried other dolls. I tried dolls of all animals and colors, and there are also oversized bear dolls, but Huahua still doesn’t listen. , The boss was also persuading me. Later, the customers in the store were impatient and walked outside in batches. The boss said in a hurry that the rabbit doll was sold to me at a half discount, and then she stuffed it in Huahua’s arms, and then Huahua Hold the rabbit doll in his arms."

"It would be nice if I was a little tougher..."

"I really didn't expect that something like that would happen later..."

"I should believe in myself..."

Zhang Ming covered his face with his hands, UU reading www.uukānshu.com seemed unwilling to talk about it anymore, sobbing sounded in the living room.

The man does not flick when he has tears, but he is not sad.

Hawkeye walked to Zhang Ming's side and put his hand on Zhang Ming's shoulder, "It's not your fault."

"It's my fault!" Zhang Ming's voice was loud, almost roaring out.

"It's not your fault." Hawkeye still said the same thing.

"It's my fault." Zhang Ming's voice was a little choked, "It's my fault..." His voice became lighter and softer, even smaller than the buzzing of mosquitoes, "My fault..."

Hawkeye let go, "You think it's your fault, that's why you let yourself become decadent, so that you can make up for the regret in your heart?" After finishing, he sighed softly.