As an intern salesman of a cosmetics company in Beijing, Ma Xiaoling has recently been doing everything possible to run business and promote products, which is not only physically tired, but also very tired. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Sitting on the bus, I remembered that when I brought home with my boyfriend who I had been talking to for a year not long ago, before I could say a few words, I was inexplicably beaten out of the house by my angry old father, which immediately made Ma Xiaoling on the verge of collapse.

"There is no one with such a father on the stall......"

Ma Xiaoling sighed.

At this time, the bus stopped, and a prompt sounded in the car, "Caomiao Village has arrived, passengers who get off the bus should pay attention to safety ......"

Suddenly sobered up from the thoughts on her sad face, Ma Xiaoling hurriedly put on her handbag, stepped on her high heels, and quickly got out of the back door.

Caomiao Village, located in the inner circle of the Third Ring Road, is a typical urban village environment, and dirty and messy is the inherent impression of Beijing people on this place.

However, for Ma Xiaoling, Caomiao Village is her spiritual homeland, a place where she was born and raised.

All the fun and memories of childhood are covered in this small village of thousands of square meters.

However, due to the development of the times and the needs of urban progress, Caomiao Village has become more and more incompatible with the surrounding environment......

Ma Xiaoling raised her head and saw at a glance the end of the village, where a high-end courtyard house was located.

Looking at the renderings of the sales office, there are not only elevators, but also modern buildings such as swimming pools and attics, which can be called mansions, which immediately made Ma Xiaoling greedy and envious.

The people who can live here are naturally either rich or expensive.

However, it has been more than half a year since the mansion was built, but no one is willing to move in, and it is already a topic of conversation among the surrounding residents.

Remarks such as "It's too expensive and no one buys it", Ma Xiaoling naturally scoffed, because there is no shortage of rich people in the world.

As for the real reason, in fact, Ma Xiaoling is also very clear, probably because of Caomiao Village.

Wealthy people have always been shrewd, and in addition to that, they also attach great importance to status.

It is simply impossible for rich and noble people to live next to each other with a group of migrant workers.

Before the pheasant becomes a phoenix, it wants to fly into the sky, just like Cinderella marrying into a wealthy family, which is just a story in a fairy tale.

Whether it is in school or at work, Ma Xiaoling has always been proud of being a Beijinger.

But she never admitted that she was born in Caomiao Village, which was caused by her inferiority complex and vanity.

So, after becoming financially independent, Ma Xiaoling has rarely returned to Caomiao Village - except for taking her boyfriend home to see her father a month ago.

And this time back to Caomiao Village, Ma Xiaoling came back with a happy and happy mood.

Recently, due to policy reasons, Caomiao Village has to face demolition.

At first, most of the people in the village sternly refused, and did not give the people in the demolition and relocation office a good look at them at all.

Later, for unknown reasons, some of the fierce demolition households were retaliated by unknown personnel in the middle of the night, and the most serious ribs were broken three or four, and many people were hospitalized for this.

It is useless to call the police, and the efficiency of the police is amazingly slow.

At this point, people began to realize that many people were frightened and scared, and they began to agree to the demolition and relocation office, and quickly left Caomiao Village with a sum of demolition money.

But nearly half of them are still stranded here.

As a result, more and more panic began to spread.

Soon, people found that because of the deliberate delay in the police's handling of the case, it was not just a retaliatory attack by some people, but also some sneaky and robbing incidents began to occur repeatedly, and Caomiao Village gradually became a hotbed for crime.

This has directly led to more and more tenants and migrant workers beginning to move out of here, which has made many Caomiao villagers both resentful and helpless.

But even so, there are still many people who are reluctant 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 called him in person to talk about the demolition and relocation.

Along the dilapidated paths, you can smell the stench of nearby ditches, and some of the narrow alleys are even overflowing with sewage.

Some slightly sloppy children were lying on the ground happily playing with glass marbles, and many adult men and women walked around, spitting and shouting loudly and abusively.

Among them, Ma Xiaoling, who was dressed in a neat workplace attire, looked out of place in this place.

After a while, Ma Xiaoling raised her head and saw the picture of the cramped alley in front of her, between the buildings, almost reaching out to touch each other's windows......

She sighed, stepped into the alley, and pushed open the door to one of the houses.

"Dad, I'm back. ”

As soon as the words fell, Ma Xiaoling was stunned.

I saw that in the narrow and gray room, several people in police uniforms were looking at themselves in unison.

In the corner of the room, his father Ma Jun was lying on the bed, his eyes closed, and his face showed a painful expression.

He was covered in a white bandage around his head and looked like he had a head injury.

"Dad!"

Ma Xiaoling was stunned!

She pushed away the police in front of her, quickly came to her father's side, and shouted in a trembling voice: "What's wrong with you, Dad, don't scare me!"

Although I am a little dissatisfied with my father's usual approach, this is still my father after all!

's father, who has worked hard to bring himself up since he was a child, how could Ma Xiaoling be willing to see this picture in front of him......

"Miss Ma......"

At this time, a young police officer stepped forward and said.

"What's wrong with my dad, what did you do to him!"

Ma Xiaoling's eyes were red, and she turned her head and glared at the young police officer fiercely.

The young police officer hesitated and said: "We received a report in the morning, and when we arrived at the scene of the crime, we saw that your father was unconscious in the middle of the road, his head seemed to have been hit by a hard object, and he was bleeding a little......

"It must have been done by those people from the demolition office!"

Ma Xiaoling said angrily.

When the police officers heard this, they looked at each other, and one of them said, "It's good for you to come back, take good care of your father, and if nothing else, we'll go back first." ”

How could there be nothing else?

Have you ever caught a criminal disguster?

How did the incident proceed?

Ma Xiaoling looked at the group of police officers who pushed the door out, opened her mouth, and finally didn't ask.

"Ling'er is back...... It's good to be back, it's good to be back. ”

At this time, a glutinous, slightly hoarse voice sounded.

Ma Xiaoling came back to her senses, and saw her father Ma Jun squeezing out a smile and saying to herself: "Have you eaten? ”

"What to cook!"

Seeing her father getting up strongly, Ma Xiaoling suddenly became angry, slapped the table next to her, and said loudly with tears in her eyes: "Why don't you promise them, promise them earlier, and you won't be like you now!"

Ma Jun looked at his daughter's crying appearance with a soft smile and said, "Dad is reluctant." ”

Ma Xiaoling was stunned.

What are you reluctant to do?

Ma Jun looked at the abstract paintings painted with oil paint on the surrounding walls, and his eyes were precipitated with a touch of deep nostalgia. (To be continued.) )