Nomenclature of Night

Qing Chen stood in the corridor.

Stand without saying a word.

Looking at the familiar but suddenly strange house in front of me.

Because of the old building, the boxes of the switch in the corridor are not covered.

In the past, there was always a power outage in the house, so I had to keep candles. Once the trip was tripped, my father had to hold the candles and push the switch on again.

But from now on there will not be such a scene again.

Qing Chen seemed to recall everything in the past quickly.

Then he raised his hand and knocked on the door of his former house.

The door opened, and Qing Guozhong stood in the room with a black face: "You are not in school right now, why are you running back?"

Qing Chen asked calmly: "Why do you want to sell this house? Have you ever thought about where I will live after I sell the house?"

Qing Guozhong had never seen an aggressive son before, but his momentum disappeared for a while.

But he quickly raised his eyebrows: "This is Lao Tzu's house, I can sell it if I want to sell it! This house is gone, you can live with your mother! I don't know who is so wicked to report Lao Tzu. After squatting in there for so long, I tell you, your kid, don't look for Lao Tzu to be unlucky at this time!"

"The court sentenced me to you," Qing Chen said.

"Your mother is rich now," Qing Guozhong said, pulling her neck, "Her family is now big, you can live with her directly."

"Where was the money under my bed yesterday?" Qing Chen asked.

"Nothing," said Qing Guozhong, "your mother gave you the money? She doesn't lack these thousands of dollars anymore. You go to her directly, don't find me in the future! I just can't figure it out, I Why did you follow me when you divorced your mother!"

Qing Chen looked at him and said, "My mother is still paying for living expenses every month at least. What responsibilities have you taken?"

Qing Guozhong became unhappy when he heard this: "Do you really think your mother pays for living expenses for you? She is for herself!"

Qing Chen was stunned for a moment.

Qing Guozhong cursed and said: "Do you know why she didn't directly transfer the living expenses to you? We have agreed that she must call me your monthly living expenses before I agree to divorce her, or I will and her She can't live without this marriage because it's so troublesome!"

"That's it," Qing Chen sighed inwardly.

Qing Guozhong continued: "Now that her financial conditions are good, you think she is better than me if you give you a few thousand dollars? She is not a good person! I sold this house, and I can save some money for you in the future. Go to college!"

Only Qing Chen knew that the thousands of dollars were earned by his own hard work, not from his mother Zhang Wanfang.

Therefore, Zhang Wanfang never gave him any extra gifts beyond the divorce agreement.

What Qing Guozhong said about leaving money for him to go to college was nothing but a lie.

In this world, the words of gamblers are the most unbelievable.

At this moment, life showed the most hideous side in front of Qing Chen.

The bloody, ugly side.

Under the abyss, there seemed to be countless pairs of dark hands trying to drag the boy down, endlessly.

Qing Chen raised his head and stared straight at Qing Guozhong, the endless tears in his heart suddenly stopped at this moment.

"You sell the house, there will be no father-son relationship in the future," Qing Chen said and turned out of the corridor.

Jiang Xue in the next room tried to rush out several times to rant against Qing Guozhong, and several times to hold Qing Chen to comfort her, but she remembered what Qing Chen explained: Don’t let Qing Guozhong remember any clues. After the house is sold, he won't come here again, but if you let him know that Aunt Jiang Xue has a good relationship with me, he will even come to you to borrow money in the future.

Therefore, Qing Chen wanted to sever all relationships, rather than continue to be entangled.

Qing Guozhong, who was behind him, did not retain Qing Chen, but said to the intermediary: "Seeing that, the matter is resolved. You quickly call the client who is willing to pay to the Housing Management Bureau, and the formalities will be completed today and let him pay in full. Money!"

Qing Chen walked to the administrative office road and looked at the vehicles coming and going.

The uncle who sells roasted sweet potatoes on the side of the road is turning on the earthen stove, pinching each sweet potato to see if it is soft.

A middle-aged man passed him on the phone, saying that he would work overtime tonight and would not go home for dinner.

The 46 bus slowly stopped in front of the stop sign. The driver waited boredly for the passengers to get off, and the passengers sitting on the bus looked out the window aimlessly.

But these have nothing to do with Qing Chen.

He felt that the whole world was filled with a strange sense of alienation.

The phone vibrated in his pocket, and he took out a call from Zhang Wanfang.

Qing Chen picked it up: "Hello?"

Zhang Wanfang said: "Xiao Chen, my mother is on a business trip this weekend, so I won't visit you..."

Qing Chen hung up the phone, then put Zhang Wanfang and Qing Guozhong's calls on the blacklist, and blocked WeChat and deleted them.

After a while, Jiang Xue chased it out. She held Qing Chen's hand and asked: "Xiao Chen... are you okay?"

Qing Chen smiled: "It seems that it's not that difficult to give up the past, but I still have one thing to do."

...

Approaching midnight.

Qing Guozhong hummed a small song and walked under the dim street lamp. He had a drink and was in a good mood.

He was carrying a plastic bag in one hand with the tens of thousands of dollars he had just withdrawn, and he took his cell phone in one hand and made a call out: "Hey, Zhang, where are you playing cards? I don’t need people...Look at what you said. Yes, I have money. I just sold the house today and plan to save you all the pants!"

"Well, well, I'm nearby, you wait for me to be there soon..."

Qing Guozhong continued to move forward.

At this moment, he seemed to feel something was wrong, and suddenly looked back.

However, there was no one on the small road behind him, and only stray cats were walking through the green belt in the empty midnight street.

Qing Guozhong smiled, thinking that he was really suspicious.

"It may be that I was afraid of being in the detention center. It's so special. If I let Lao Tzu know who made the report, he must be discounted!" Qing Guozhong muttered to himself.

After finishing speaking, he turned two blocks and got into a certain residential building.

After he entered, Qing Chen walked out of the shadow of the buildings in the community.

"Hello, hello, 110? I want to report that there was a crowd gambling at Gate 101, Building 7, Luoyin Family Hospital. The amount is huge," Qing Chen said with his mobile phone. , Enough to file a case for prosecution. Come here, don’t worry, they can’t run away.”

After hanging up the phone, Qing Chen also walked into the corridor.

To be honest, when learning tracking skills and combat skills, Qing Chen never thought that he would actually use those high-end skills in such a place.

I don't know what Ye Ma's expression will be when she hears about this.