portable space

"What can I do if I go back in time?..." The ringtone of the mobile phone woke up Zhang Taiping who was trapped in memories.

He quickly picked up the phone, looked at the familiar and missed name on it, and stroked the screen with his thumb. He neither answered nor hung up.

This has become Zhang Taiping's spiritual sustenance and the reason for his survival.

As if it has become a tacit agreement, the mobile phone will automatically hang up every three minutes.

These three minutes are the happiest time for Zhang Taiping every day, which can bring him into the splendid and flowery years of high school.

But today was different from usual. Three minutes passed, and the phone still rang again.

Zhang Taiping, who had been immersed in memories again, suddenly woke up.

He immediately answered the call that he usually wanted to answer but was afraid of, and asked urgently with a voice like cracking silk in his throat: "Xiaowei, what happened?"

There was silence on the other end of the phone for a while, and just as his heartbeat suddenly increased, a voice came.

"Hehe, nothing's wrong. You must be scared!"

"No," Zhang Taiping, who seemed to be in a state of collapse, denied it.

"You must be sweating." A proud voice came from the other end of the phone.

"..."

"Humph! I just want to punish you. Why do you want you to always not answer my calls and hide from me!"

Zhang Taiping felt a twinge in his heart. Could he go out to meet people like this? It would be good if he didn't scare people. He couldn't remember how many days he had not left the house.

"Isn't it because I'm busy with work?" Zhang Taiping defended himself weakly.

"You're here, I don't know you yet? If you don't see me, I'll go find you." The other end of the phone said arrogantly.

"..." Zhang Taiping was silent.

He also wants to see Xiaowei, more than anyone else. However, he doesn't want her to see his current appearance, which can be used to play the role of a white-bone demon. Sometimes he laughs at himself and thinks, if the Taoist priests of the Maoshan Sect see him, what will happen to him?

He will be treated as a monster.

"Taiping" said in a soft tone that could melt steel, "We haven't seen each other in four years, right?"

"..."

"Taiping, why don't you speak?"

"Well, three years, ten months and eighteen days," Zhang Taiping replied hoarsely and firmly.

"Taiping, I really want to see you... I really want to see you" the voice was choked with depression.

"..." Zhang Taiping opened his mouth but didn't know what to say.

My heart aches like a knife, and who can understand the pain and despair of pushing your beloved into the arms of others? Looking at the person you love, but unable to hold him in your arms, it feels like your heart is being torn apart, and your soul is suffering.

Double pain with body.

"Mom, why are you crying?" A childish voice came from the other end of the phone.

"No, mom is an adult, why would she cry? She just accidentally lost her eyes. Maomao should be careful in the future."

"Um!"

Listening to the little girl's unique sweet voice, Zhang Taiping could imagine the little girl being obedient and nodding proudly.

"Come on, Maomao, call me godfather."

"Godfather..."

Godfather? Zhang Taiping felt his body stiffen.

This is such a distant title for him. There have been children who have called themselves uncle, uncle, and even grandpa. But no child has ever called him father or father.

Those sweet and glutinous words hit the soft spot in his heart hard.

It was like someone had cast a body-holding spell, my mind went blank, I didn't know whether I was happy or sad.

"I know you have always liked children, can you let Maomao recognize you as your godfather?" Xiaowei's soft voice came from the other end of the phone.

Zhang Taiping, who was still struck by thunder, nodded mechanically, wondering if he could see over there.

"Be obedient and tell me your address. I will take your goddaughter to see you tomorrow." Xiaowei persuaded her like a child.

Zhang Taiping felt his body speaking the address uncontrollably.

"Hehe, good boy, you are so obedient. I will take Maomao to see you tomorrow and I will be here today. Good night!" She hung up the phone without giving him a chance to speak.

Zhang Taiping, who was looking at his cell phone blankly, suddenly threw the cell phone on the bed as if he had been beaten to death. He rubbed his hands and walked back and forth in the room.

I was so excited that I murmured: "I also have a daughter, I have a daughter, haha...I also have a daughter. Haha...haha..."

The ugly laughter, like a knife cutting glass, echoed in the room, and Zhang Taiping had already burst into tears.

After a sleepless night, Zhang Taiping got up early and started preparing.

First, I injected myself with a high-concentration glucose. If a doctor saw it, I don’t know if it would scare me to death. Because the concentration was too high, it felt like it was being stuffed into the blood vessels.

In front of the mirror, I slightly trimmed my withered white hair so that it didn't look like a pile of weeds. I changed into brighter clothes and went out.

I picked a lot of ingredients at the vegetable market, and then went to the supermarket to pick out some snacks suitable for children. Then I went to the toy store non-stop and bought a fluffy "Chang'an flower".

After returning to the house, I looked at my watch and saw that it was only eight o'clock. Then I rushed into the kitchen.

The dishes were ready around nine-thirty, and after a short wait the doorbell rang.

The first thing that caught his eye was the pair of dimples that had not disappeared after becoming a married woman. Zhang Taiping suddenly felt warm in his heart. Some things do not change with the passage of time.

Behind Zhang Xiaowei is her four-year-old daughter.

The little girl has obviously been carefully dressed up. She has two tiny pigtails and a haircut on her forehead. She is wearing a little princess dress and small transparent sandals on her feet. Her pearl-like toes are dyed pink.

color.

Without asking, you would know that this is the work of her mother, Zhang Xiaowei.

Looking at Zhang Taiping's body that looked like it was tied with paper, his old face, and his pale hair. Zhang Xiaowei's tears were like pearls with broken strings, out of her control.

She forced a smile, wiped her tears, pulled her daughter in front of her and said, "Maomao, call me godfather."

The little girl glanced timidly at Zhang Taiping, who looked like a skeleton, lowered his head and called "godfather", then hid behind her mother.

Hearing the little girl's voice, Zhang Taiping's wrinkled face looked like a blooming chrysanthemum.

Zhang Taiping was not impressed by the little girl's actions. It would be weird if the child wasn't afraid of him.

Let the mother and daughter sit at the dining table, take out the "Chang'an Flower" and give it to the little girl.

With Xiao Maomao's "Thank you godfather" in his voice, the breakfast prepared with all his heart began.

The next day, the two took Little Maomao to the playground, enjoying the rare relaxation and happiness among the children's laughter.

Maybe it's because children's hearts are particularly pure and transparent, and they can feel whether they are sincere or not. During the subsequent play, Xiao Maomao was no longer afraid of Zhang Taiping, and he seemed particularly close to Zhang Taiping when he held his hand.

Happy time is always very short. When parting, there is constant concern and reluctance.

Zhang Taiping caressed Little Maomao's head. Looking at his bamboo pole-like arms, he didn't know when we would see each other again or if there would be a chance to meet again.

As if he could hear Zhang Taiping's heartfelt voice, Little Maomao said crisply: "Don't be afraid, godfather, my mother and I will come to see you again."

Zhang Taiping suppressed the soreness in his eyes and said, "Don't be afraid, godfather. Remember to call godfather."

"Yes. Maomao can also send text messages, and Maomao will send text messages to her godfather." The little girl nodded fiercely and said.

"Maomao is so good"

He raised his head and looked at Xiaowei, who was biting her lip and tears welling up in her eyes. She raised her arm, but put it down again. She said with a smile: "Okay, such a big person still sheds golden beans. We're home.

Remember to give me a call."

Zhang Xiaowei didn't say anything, grabbed his hand and wiped his eyes, then pulled Little Maomao and squeezed into the subway.

Looking at the moving subway, a feeling of emptiness and loss suddenly came over me.

I was actually a little afraid of returning to that deserted and lonely home.

Sitting on a wooden chair in the park, watching people coming and going, listening to the laughter. I actually feel like I am so far away from them, so far away from them. I am like a superfluous object rejected by the world, unable to integrate. I can only be lonely.

Watching lonely, envious, even jealous.

The sky in July is like a child's face, it changes at will.

The sky was clear just now and the sun was blazing, but now it is covered with dark clouds and the wind is strong. The rolling black clouds are constantly pressing down on the ground, with the momentum of "black clouds are overwhelming the city and are about to destroy it". In response to the black clouds in the sky, the ground is full of black clouds.

The wind was also raging, and plastic bags rolled up from nowhere were tossed and turned in the air. The trees on both sides of the gravel path were also swaying and whirring in support.

Zhang Taiping shivered because the wind that was supposed to be cool in July actually gave him a bone-chilling feeling.

On a whim, I looked up at the dark clouds that looked like monsters making trouble, and I felt an inexplicable ominous omen in my heart.

The raindrops hit the ground and hurt people's faces. Then they poured down like a pouring water.

Zhang Taiping, who was drenched in the rain in a few seconds, quickly moved to the big banyan tree not far behind the chair. No matter whether he could take shelter under the tree on a rainy day, it would be quicker to be struck to death by lightning than to be caught in the rain. Moreover,

How many people can actually be struck to death by lightning?

"God damn it, isn't it enough to torture people?" Looking at his own embarrassment, he couldn't help but curse.

Things are often so embarrassing. Sometimes you keep cursing and cursing God, but he seems to be asleep and ignores you. And sometimes when you are unlucky, you just cursed and something happened.

revenge.

As it happens, today's Zhang Taiping is the latter.

If someone is nearby, they will see a surprising scene.

I saw a bucket-like lightning streaking through the sky across a blue-purple "zig" connecting heaven and earth, landing on the top of the big banyan tree, and then quickly spreading throughout the tree. From a distance, it looked like a Christmas tree decorated with purple thunder flowers.

.

Standing under the tree, Zhang Taiping felt a "bang" in his head and lost consciousness. The bright light reflecting the sky shone on his criss-crossed charcoal-black face, showing an expression of disbelief and relief.