Nomenclature of Night

　　 Qingchen stood in the corridor.

　　 stood without saying a word.

　　 looked 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.

　　 There used to be power outages at home, so I had to keep candles. Once it tripped, my father had to hold the candles and push the switch on again.

　　 But from now on there won't be such a scene again.

　　 Qingchen seemed to quickly recall everything in the past.

　　 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?"

　　 Qingchen 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 Laozi at this time!"

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

　　 "Your mother is rich now," Qing Guozhong said, pulling her neck, "Her house 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 now. You go to her directly, don't find me in the future! I can't figure it out, I Why did you follow me when you divorced your mother!"

　　 Qingchen looked at him and said, "My mom still pays for living expenses every month at least. What responsibilities have you taken?"

　　 Qing Guozhong was displeased when he heard this: "Are you really when your mother pays for living expenses for you? She is for herself!"

　　 Qingchen was taken aback.

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 is just 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 are countless pairs of dark hands trying to drag the boy down, endless.

　　 Qingchen 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, turning around and 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 is going to cut all relationships, not 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. paragraph!"

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

　　 The uncle who sells roasted sweet potatoes by 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.

　　 46 bus slowly stopped in front of the stop sign, the driver was bored waiting for the passengers to get off, 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 feeling of alienation.

　　 The phone vibrated in his pocket, and he took it out to see that it was Zhang Wanfang's call.

　　 Qingchen picked it up: "Hello?"

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

　　 Qingchen 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?"

　　 Qingchen smiled and said, "It seems that it’s not that difficult to give up the past~www.readwn.com~ But I have one more thing to do."

　　……

　　 is approaching midnight.

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

He carried a plastic bag in one hand with the tens of thousands of dollars that he had just withdrawn in one hand, and took his cell phone in one hand and made a call out: "Hey, Lao 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!"

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

　　 Qing Guozhong continued to move forward.

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

　　 It's just that 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.

　　 "Maybe I was afraid of squatting 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 from 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, and the amount was huge," Qing Chen said with a mobile phone, "Yes, there are more than three people gathered, and the gambling is more than 50,000 yuan. , Enough to file a case for prosecution. Come here, don’t worry, they can’t run away.”

　　 hung up the phone, and Qing Chen also walked into the corridor.

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

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