On the first day that the newspaper walked into Xiaohan, the teacher said to the newspaper: "Children, you are so happy, growing up in such a peaceful era......

Report ignorance. I don't understand what peace is, and I don't understand what happiness is.

But today's newspaper understands this meaning, and understands the happiness of this world in a sad way, and of course the darkness of this world.

Not all dead people will become the male protagonists of cartoons who can't be beaten by sour, and not all dead people can burst out with amazing power at the last moment like the sour heroes of the movie.

One day in 95 years, Li San'er carried the second uncle's body that was gradually cold, and pulled the newspaper who didn't know how to cry or even turned his senses and walked out of the gate of Lifeng abandonment.

did not call the police, because there was no way to prove that the snake master killed the second uncle, because in the eyes of ordinary people, the second uncle and the snake master had no contact with Ren Xin at all.

The second uncle was amused for a day, and he stood up in a black jacket. With a white cloth tied around his waist and a strip of black cloth hanging on his left shoulder, he saw his mother and two brothers coming from a distance, they were walking in the sun, and the newspaper stood in the dark and sour, and the newspaper looked at his mother, thinking that she would give the newspaper a big hug, thinking that she would hug the newspaper and stroke the newspaper's head and say, "Good son is fine......"

But. This qiē just thought that she passed by the newspaper silently, without even stopping for a moment, let alone a word, and not even stopping her eyes on the newspaper's body for a moment.

In fact, she has been reporting like this since the beginning of the newspaper, and the newspaper should have been used to it, and even in the report of a little sadness, she already knew that she would report like this, but today the newspaper turned around and shouted to her: "Mother! ”

She finally stopped. In the rescue, she slowly turned her head but looked at the newspaper with extremely cold eyes, and at this moment the newspaper felt as if there was ice and snow covering the newspaper's body, and the newspaper heard her whisper: "If you have something to say to your father, the newspaper doesn't want to talk to you." ”

Then she raised her hand and pointed behind the newspaper, and the newspaper turned her head to look behind, never forgetting the scene behind her, amusing a man who had never hugged the newspaper since the newspaper was born, and never even called the word sign, standing in a big black trench coat, combing his usual big back, carrying a BB machine around his waist, and walking on a pair of shiny leather shoes.

The cold face that has not changed for ten thousand years, the cold look of the Buddha will never change, he is the father of the newspaper, the elder brother of the second uncle, his name is Wan Jianjun. Chinese New Year's Eve is thirty-seven years old this year, when he was thirty years old, he gave birth to a newspaper, and in the memory of the newspaper he has always been a busy man in the thousandth of the heavenly characters, and he is also the coldness of the thousandth of the heavenly characters, and the Buddha cannot have anything that will move him, and the Buddha he will never smile.

"Daddy."

The newspaper shouted.

He walked in front of the newspaper, his eyes fell on the newspaper, and then said unusually calmly: "Your second uncle called the newspaper before leaving, he said that you are going to Beijing to apprentice with Hanyi, you decide your own way, and you will go on the road after giving your second uncle a ride." ”

After saying that, he took out an envelope from Huai Sour and stuffed it into the newspaper's hand. Bao touched it, and the sour noodles should be filled with money.

"This sour noodle is 500 yuan, and you don't have much to do with the newspaper from now on, so go your own way."

Five hundred yuan was indeed not a small amount in the nineties, but it was far from enough to buy out the family affection between the newspapers, the newspaper pinched the envelope in his hand and lowered his head silently, and has not spoken, stretched out his hand to hold the arm of his father, who was about to leave, and shouted in a low voice: "Dad, don't leave the newspaper, the newspaper wants to go home with you." ”

The newspaper is reluctant to drift, the newspaper is unwilling to go to Beijing, the newspaper is afraid, when the newspaper sees so many strange things, when the newspaper sees the second uncle fall and never stands up again, the newspaper is afraid!

The newspaper tugged at his father's hand, but he frowned and withdrew his hand, and then looked at the newspaper with an unusually disgusted look and shouted, "Don't touch the newspaper!" Fuck off! ”

Bao stood on the spot, there was a feeling of being overwhelmed, until his father dusted off the sleeves of his coat as if Bao had really soiled his clothes, and then strode into the mourning hall, amusing for a moment, Bao Bao, who was standing alone outside the mourning hall, could no longer hold back his tears, his eyes were sore, his eyes were red, and tears rolled down from his eyes in an instant. Pinch vomit in scratch.

"What's wrong? Lin'er, what's going on? ”

Li San'er heard the cry of the newspaper and ran over from a long distance, hugged the newspaper, and gently stroked the newspaper's head.

"Don't report your father and mother, the three masters, don't report your parents anymore, don't report if your father gives you 500 yuan, don't report it, the three masters, report no father and no mother......"

Many parents like to use such words to tease themselves with their children, such as "I don't want you anymore if I am naughty." "I'll throw you out if I don't eat again."

It's just that when this qiē is really fulfilled on the body of the report, the tears can't save the second uncle's life, and they can't change the parents who can't reciprocate.

In ninety-five years, the newspaper was in Tianjin, at the age of seven, the second uncle of the newspaper was killed because of the childishness of the newspaper, and the father of the newspaper gave the newspaper 500 yuan to sever the father-son relationship with the newspaper, but the newspaper thought that this was the most miserable time in the newspaper's life, but later the newspaper learned that this was only the beginning of the newspaper's miserable life.

After the end of the second uncle's funeral, after five or seven, the newspaper followed Li Feng to Beijing together accompanied by Li San'er, when he arrived in Beijing, just in time for a light rain in Beijing, the sky was wafting with a trace of cold rain, the newspaper took Li Feng's friend's car all the way to the vicinity of the West Palace of Wanshou in Beijing, the traffic in Beijing at that time was naturally not as crowded as modern fun, but there were more bicycles on the road, the buildings on both sides were not funny, and there were many old alleys that were not demolished, and the newspapers stopped in the south of a Hutong Gate called: West Pailou.

"Wan Lin, there is only one family in this West Pai Lou, and the one sitting in this family is the master of the newspaper, and he is also the great master of the newspaper's connections, named Yan Kai, the word Fengru, the older generation likes to call him Yan Fengru, and the younger generation of the newspaper calls him Master Yan. After you go in, you have to understand the etiquette, if he doesn't speak, don't speak first, if he doesn't let you sit, you stand, remember? ”

Bao nodded, to be honest, since the death of the second uncle, Bao's impression of Li Feng has plummeted, in the past I felt that he was a big hero but now I feel that he is just an accomplice of a bad guy.

After getting out of the car, the newspaper carried a schoolbag and walked towards the acid, Beijing's hutongs are not narrow, which is very different from the alleys in the south, and the narrowest places in the alleys in the south can't even pass side by side.

Just in time for the rain, the old bluestone slab on the ground was wet by the rain, the color is particularly dark, report carefully walk on the bluestone slab, you can see a black gate from a distance, the door is pasted with a piece of golden round stickers, you can see at a glance that this doorknob is also carved quite exquisitely, it is a pair of golden tiger heads.

There is no stone lion in front of the door, but there is a pair of couplets on both sides of the gate, the left book: Millennium Emperor Wannian Immortal. Right book: Destiny is determined by heaven and not by heart.

Li Feng motioned to the newspapers not to move forward, and after straightening his coat and hair, he walked to the black door very respectfully, and lightly buttoned the golden knocker three times, "Knock, knock, knock." After three sounds, the door slowly opened, but there was no one in the sour noodles, and nothing could be seen clearly in a large black area.

"Why is there no one?"

The newspaper asked curiously.

As soon as the words fell, a candle lit up in the darkness, and the faint light of the fire illuminated the darkness around him, and he could vaguely see an old man standing behind the firelight, but he couldn't see his face clearly, but he reported that his psychic eyes saw some strange pictures.

I saw a trace of white air current, spreading out in the darkness like mist, as if it was surrounding the old man sitting in the middle, and it seemed to spread aimlessly in the sky.

Bao looked at this mist, they slowly swirled in the sky, and finally in this darkness, behind this faint candle flame formed a huge humanoid object, Bao rubbed his eyes, and couldn't help but look up, in the depths of this West Pai Lou Hutong, in the center of the huge patio-like house, all these white mist that only Bao could see turned into a huge and difficult to execute picture, an immortal in a white robe, whose body was uncertain and composed of mist! R832