Portable space

"If time goes back, what can I do?" The ringtone of the mobile phone awakened Zhang Taiping, who was caught in the memory.

He quickly grabbed the phone, looked at the familiar and missed name on it, and stroked the screen with his thumb.Neither answer nor hang up.

This has become Zhang Taiping's spiritual sustenance, and also the reason for his lingering death.

As if it has become a tacit understanding, the mobile phone will automatically hang up every time it is dialed for 3 minutes.

These 3 minutes are Zhang Taiping's happiest time every day, which can bring him into the splendid and flowery years of high school.

But today was different. 3 minutes later, the phone still rings again.

Zhang Taiping, who had fallen into memory again, suddenly woke up.

Immediately answered the phone call that I always wanted to answer but was afraid of, and asked eagerly with a voice like a tear in my throat: "Xiaowei, what happened?"

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, when his heartbeat suddenly increased, there was a voice.

"Hee hee, it's all right. Get scared!"

"No." Zhang Taiping, who seemed to be exhausted, denied it.

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

"Hmph! I want to punish you. Who wants you to keep refusing to answer my calls? And avoid seeing me!"

Zhang Taiping felt a sharp pain in his heart, can he go out to meet people like this?It's good not to scare people.He couldn't remember how many days he hadn't been out of the house.

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

"Come on, 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 wanted to see Xiaowei, more than anyone else.However, he didn't want her to see his current ghostly appearance that could directly play the role of Bone Demon.Sometimes I would laugh at myself and think, if the Taoist priests of the Maoshan sect saw me, would they treat him as a monster?

"Taiping" spoke softly, as if it could melt steel, "We haven't met in four years, right?"

"Taiping, why didn'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.

The heart hurts like a knife, and who can understand the pain and despair of pushing the love into the arms of others with one's own hands?Looking at the one I love, but not being able to hold him in my arms, it feels like my heart is being torn apart, and I suffer from both mental and physical pain.

"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, but she accidentally lost her eyes. Mao Mao must pay attention in the future."

"Ok!"

Hearing the little girl's unique sweet voice, Zhang Taiping could imagine the scene of the little girl nodding proudly and obediently.

"Come on, Mao Mao, call godfather."

"Godfather."

Godfather?Zhang Taiping felt his whole body was stiff.

What a distant title that was to him.There were children who called themselves uncle, uncle, and even grandpa.The only thing is that no child has ever called him father, never called him father.

Those sweet and waxy words hit the soft part of his heart fiercely.

It was like being immobilized by someone, my mind went blank, and I didn't know whether it was joy or sadness.

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

Zhang Taiping, who was still like a thunderbolt, nodded his head mechanically, and he didn't know if he could see it from there.

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

Zhang Taiping felt that he could not control his body and said the address.

"Hee hee, good boy, you're really obedient. I'll take Maomao to see you tomorrow, and I'll be here today. Good night!" He hung up the phone without giving him a chance to speak.

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

My heart was full of excitement, and I muttered in my mouth: "I also have a daughter, I have a daughter, haha. I also have a daughter. Haha. Haha"

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

Zhang Taiping, who had no sleep all night, got up early and started preparations.

First, I injected myself with a high-concentration glucose. If I let the doctor see me, I don't know if I will be scared to death.Because the concentration is too high, there is a feeling of being stuffed into the blood vessels.

In the mirror, I trimmed my gray hair a little, so that it didn't look so much like a pile of weeds.After changing into a more distinctive outfit, he went out.

I picked a lot of ingredients in the vegetable market, and went to the supermarket to pick some snacks that suit children's tastes.After that, 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, it was only eight o'clock.He plunged into the kitchen.

The dishes were ready around 09:30, and the doorbell rang after a short wait.

The first thing that came into view was the pair of dimples that did not disappear because of being married, Zhang Taiping suddenly felt warm in his heart.Some things don't change with the passage of time.

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

The little girl was obviously well-groomed.She combed two small soaring braids, but left a long hair in front of her forehead.Wearing a little princess dress, with transparent little sandals on her feet.The pearly toes are dyed pink.

Without asking, you will know that this is the masterpiece of her mother Zhang Xiaowei.

Looking at Zhang Taiping's paper-like body, old face, and pale hair.Zhang Xiaowei's tears were like pearls with a broken string, which she couldn't control.

Qiang put on a smiling face, wiped away tears, pulled her daughter to him and said, "Maomao, godfather".

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

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

But Zhang Taiping didn't care much about the little girl's movements, it would be strange if the little girl wasn't afraid of him.

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

In the sound of "Thank you godfather" from Xiao Maomao, the wholeheartedly prepared breakfast began.

In the next day, the two took Xiaomao to the playground, enjoying the rare relaxation and happiness amidst 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.In the subsequent play, Xiao Maomao was no longer afraid of Zhang Taiping, and he seemed very close to Zhang Taiping's hand.

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

Zhang Taiping caressed little Maomao's head.Looking at my bamboo pole-like arm, I don't know when we can meet each other again, or if there is a chance to meet each other again.

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

Zhang Taiping suppressed the soreness in his eyes and said: "Godfather is not afraid, remember to call godfather."

"Yeah. Mao Mao can also send text messages, and Mao Mao will send text messages to her godfather." The little girl nodded fiercely.

"Maomao is so cute"

He raised his head and looked at Xiaowei who was biting her lip tightly and tears welling in her eyes.He raised his arm, but lowered it again.He smiled and said, "Okay, such a grown-up person will return the golden beans. Remember to call me when you get home."

Zhang Xiaowei didn't speak, grabbed his hand and dabbed on his eyes, then dragged Xiaomaomao into the subway.

Looking at the moving subway, a feeling of emptiness and loss suddenly struck.

I was a little scared to go back to that deserted and lonely home.

Sitting on a wooden chair in the park, watching the people coming and going, listening to the laughter.There is a feeling of being so close to the world, feeling so far away from them.I am like a superfluous object rejected by the world, unable to fit in.I can only watch alone, envious, even jealous.

The sky in July is like a child's face, it changes as soon as it changes.

Just now the sky was clear and the sun was scorching, but now it was cloudy and windy.The pitch-black and tumbling clouds kept pressing down on the ground, with the momentum of "the black clouds overwhelm the city and want to destroy it".In response to the black clouds in the sky, the wind on the ground was also raging, and the plastic bags rolled up from nowhere kept being thrown high and turning in the air.The trees on both sides of the path paved with gravel also swayed from side to side as if cheering.

Zhang Taiping shivered, the wind that should have been cool in mid-July gave him a biting chill.

On a whim, he raised his head and looked at the dark clouds that looked like monsters making trouble, and there was an inexplicable ominous omen in his heart.

The raindrops of Dou Dadi hurt people's faces.Then it poured down like a pour.

Zhang Taiping, who was drenched in the water in a few seconds, hurriedly turned to the big banyan tree not far behind the chair.Regardless of whether you can hide under the tree in rainy days, being struck to death by lightning is better than being drenched in rain.Moreover, how many people are really struck to death by lightning?

"My God, isn't it enough to torture people?" Looking at his distressed appearance, he couldn't help cursing.

Things are often so embarrassing.Sometimes you keep cursing and insulting God, but he seems to be asleep and ignores you.And sometimes when you are unlucky, you just swear and get revenge.

Coincidentally, today's Zhang Taiping is the latter.

If someone is around, you will see a surprising scene.

I saw the bucket-like thunder flashing across a blue-purple "son" connecting the sky and the earth in the sky, landing on the top of the big banyan tree, and then quickly spreading throughout the tree.From a distance, it looks like a Christmas tree decorated with purple thunder flowers.

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