The sky is full of stars and the night breeze is swaying.

For Linshui County, it can be called midnight at half past ten o'clock, especially in urban-rural areas where people cannot even see it. As for passing by, it is even more fantasy. When I came, I didn't feel that it was far away. Going back was harder than going to the West to obtain scriptures. Shang Yang dragged his legs and barely supported his tired body. He walked home with staggering steps. The injury to his nose was fine, and he had gloves to prevent him from breaking his towering nose bridge and causing some nose bleeding. The injury to the eyebrow bone was not good, causing the corners of his eyes to swollen and his left eye had become deformed. It is estimated that in a while, he would be squeezed to a gap.

Walking onto the wide but lonely road, he slowly moved his back and became particularly vicissitudes.

Shang Yang, who spoke of the elegance, was gone, as if he had become a teenager overnight. He never complained without any illness like those pretentious people, nor did he pretend to let anyone sympathize with him and understand him. He has always believed that since the scars and scars, he woke up very early and took it very early. It took him decades for others to realize the truth, but he suddenly realized it overnight. Therefore, he enjoyed his previous life very much, without desires and no desires, and was indifferent.

But as the night comes, those things still can't help but linger. Now there is no one, lonely, and thoughts finally surge into my heart.

There are too many factors that lead to a person's success, and it is never achieved by just working hard. Luck, opportunity, support from noble people, and even mythical ancestral tombs and auras should all be related. Shang Yang is not a pessimistic person, but he understands that a person should bow his head.

Success itself is a very difficult thing, especially to achieve success that is domineering and qualified to look down on everything.

He kept it very well this day, but now his heart suddenly felt unbearable soreness, his body was very painful, his head was very painful, and his heart was very painful. He walked silently, wanting to cry happily on the unmanned street, but his tears had just rolled and were suppressed again.

One of his hands subconsciously pinched his pockets, which contained the extra income he had just earned, 1,800 yuan.

Everyone knows that breaking out of the cocoon and becoming a butterfly is very beautiful, but no one cares about the process.

Shang Yang was a little erratic at this time, calculating how much you can earn every day, how much you can earn in a year, how long you can earn in ten years, and how long it will take to prevent yourself and your mother from being despised by others with the most exaggerated money.

The figures obtained are pessimistic.

It's indeed pessimistic.

As he walked, he didn't know how long he had walked, and he didn't look at the road. He actually walked downstairs by a tragic deed. Perhaps this was the legendary subconscious. He did not continue to walk into the building, but looked up and saw that the convenience store in front of him had closed. The little girl Chen Yutong should have been sleeping, and there were few lights on the entire building, but the lights were on directly above the convenience store.

That's his house.

There lives inside a woman who was more beautiful than any female star in her youth. Even now, she is still very beautiful around her. That is his mother.

In the past, when he came back, the lights at home were always turned off, but they were on tonight. It seemed that they were so abnormal that they were deliberately waiting for him?

He stared at the lights in a daze, unable to understand why Zhao Suxian was blind and that man, wasted his good years, gave birth to a child out of wedlock, and spent his whole life in it. It was not worth it, very not worth it.

A faint light shone on Shang Yang's face, with bruised eyebrows and red nose bridge, which made him look less pale, and he took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth.

ignite.

Take a deep breath.

When nicotine mixed with carbon monoxide hit his lungs, he felt unprecedented comfort. He turned around and walked to the wall opposite the building. There was a row of warehouses with locked doors and stones in front of him for those idle women to sit here.

There was no one at midnight, so he sat on it.

Thinking back on the difficulty of my mother for so many years, and then thinking of myself, I suddenly felt a little ridiculous. After living for so many years, there was nothing that I could show off and worth showing off.

When I went to my grandfather's house during the Chinese New Year, I always sat in the corner, silent.

Being named "bad element" in the compound will not bring you anything.

It seems that it is nothing to be the case in the school.

Those girls who sleep next to them are probably the only ones that leave me with thoughts, but now they feel that this is not only not worth showing off, but should be ashamed.

After smoking a cigarette, the lonely figure lit another cigarette. The smoke that was spit out rose and couldn't be dissipated by him. He felt so upset that he didn't know who he should tell him. In the past, he would ask Ding Sannian to drink two bottles of something. When he met today, he deliberately did not mention it. It was not that he did not regard him as a brother, but that he still had his own place in his heart and did not want anyone who knew him to know that the wild child had a seriously ill father.

He slowly took out the phone, there were songs on it, listened to the songs, relieved it, so he found some sustenance for himself, and adjusted his mood before going home, and clicked casually.

Suddenly, I heard a voice coming from the phone, "Welcome to listen to the Midnight Emotional Radio Station, every night, lock the frequency modulation on time at 99:8... Hello everyone, I am Youyou..."

"Everyone has a past, everyone has a thought. On a quiet night and in a lonely moment, you might as well call Youyou so that millions of listeners can understand, feel, and listen together..."

Shang Yang looked at the phone again.

He thought that the one who clicked on "Song Radio" was a kind of software that classified according to songs, and then played one song after another. After watching, he found that it was the most primitive radio, now called a radio station.

But he did not turn it off, but stared at the phone screen and listened carefully to the woman's voice coming from the phone.

He did not deny that it was very inappropriate to have a woman intervene at this point in time, but he just listened to it and couldn't leave. In the past, he always thought that these were driver's programs and had nothing to do with him. Now after listening to a few words, he couldn't help but ask in his mind, how could there be such a magnetic voice in the world?

It is not the little woman's coquettishness, the vitality of a young girl, and the domineeringness of a strong woman.

To be precise, her voice has fully demonstrated all the beauty of women. She is very intellectual. Intellect comes with temptation, temptation comes with sexy, sexy is mixed with charm, and sleekness is moderate in charm. In addition to being relaxed and relaxed, she is more rational. After rationality comes, she will keep others away from others.

If you can portray this character based solely on the sound, it should be.

A woman with a height of about 1.7 meters tall, with long hair draped over her shoulders, straight hair, and tight-fitting dress on her upper body. Her figure should be more than concave and concise, which is plump and hot. She paired her lower body with a pair of jeans, which can completely outline the curve. She should like to contemplate, and her quiet contemplation with her cheeks in one hand. As for her appearance, in terms of star analogy, she should belong to the melancholy version of Jiaxin...

Shang Yang never had a fantasy guess about a woman because of her voice.

"I failed, my clothing store went bankrupt, what should I do? I'm so desperate..."

The sudden sound of a woman crying loudly on the phone was very different from the sound that made people just want to immerse themselves in the gentle country. It also made Shang Yang, who was faintly intoxicated, suddenly recover and even startled. How could this sound be as gentle as a woman? The crying spirit was particularly terrifying in the dark night.

"Life is often like this. I always like to give a sudden blow when I am at the calmest and most comfortable time. I shouldn't be old. I think it's a good thing to experience some blows when I was young, just like Pu Shu sang: I have crossed mountains, rivers and seas, and also walked through crowds of people..."

The radio host called Youyou, whether it is the tone, speed, or tone of speech, it is trying hard to show why God wants to create a woman. She is poisonous and will make people addicted as long as you hear it...

Comfort for about five minutes "Finally, I use a sentence from Mencius to comfort you: God will give you a great responsibility to this person, and you must first suffer your heart and mind, to exhaust your muscles and bones, and to starve your body... I hope my guidance will help you..."

"Thanks…"

The two hung up the phone, and Shang Yang was still silent. In addition to the charming voice of this woman, there was also the content of the spiritual chicken soup mentioned just now. He did not deny that this bowl of chicken soup was very comfortable to drink. It was fed from the woman's mouth, which was particularly comfortable.

Then connect to the next one.

A rough male voice came from the phone, "Are you Youyou? Are you Youyou? I am your loyal fan. Every night at 11 o'clock, I will listen to your radio on time. I just want to say that you are so beautiful and your voice is so nice. I like you, I love you..."

Fanatic, very fanatical.

Shang Yang couldn't help but think of the pervert reported on TV, and felt very unhappy.

Immediately afterwards, the man spoke larger and larger, and he had no concealed desire to express himself, and the frequency of certain sounds became more and more urgent.

Before the man opposite could say more, the phone was cut off by the live broadcast room.

Youyou's emotional control is very good, and there is nothing unusual about the voice just now. It is still so confusing and inexplicable desires.

"This gentleman's signal is not very good, please connect to the next listener's phone..."

"Dingling"

Before Youyou finished speaking, there was a phone call on Shang Yang's cell phone. He looked down and saw that it was a phone call of three years, so he picked it up.

"Shang Yang?"

A strange voice came from the phone, and did not give Shang Yang a chance to speak. It rang out quickly at the moment of the call, and said frivolously and provocatively: "Your brother Fatty Ding is in my hands. There are personal conflicts, big or small. How to deal with things depends on your attitude. I am in Sophie KTV in the city... You decide whether to save him or not!"

After saying that, the phone hung up without any gaps.

Listening to the sound of hanging up on the phone, Shang Yang took it down and stared at the phone screen and frowned slightly. His friends were blocked, and his brother was beaten by his enemies on the way to school. He had experienced many experiences when he was young and frivolous. He often rushed to the battlefield with a pickaxe in anger. However, many of them were young in recent years, so he had already stayed away from such things.

If it was someone else, he would define it as a harassing call and would not care at all.

But the phone number has been there for three years, and the only person in my heart who can be called a brother is impossible to sit idly by.

He raised his head and looked at the second floor glass window that was still on. Maybe his mother was waiting for him to talk about that woman today? Or maybe he talked about that man?

He was silent for a few seconds, then quickly edited a message and sent it: I can't go back tonight.

Then he stood up, turned around and walked to the main road.
Chapter completed!