I really don't want to be a teacher

Walk through the gate of the neighborhood,

The guard guarding the guard room seemed unaware of the two passing by.

……

Walking into the community, the old man bowed his waist, raised his head, looked at, his eyes were red,

Holding the photo in his hand, he moved his feet and walked along the road in the community.

Glancing at the old man, Lian Ge didn't say much, just walked beside the old man, listening to some voices mixed in his ears.

"...Here...is the community where Xiao Xun and his family lived..."

The old man bowed his waist, and looked around the neighborhood again, his eyes were a little red,

Moving forward with a slightly staggering pace, after a while of silence, he opened his mouth and said aloud,

"...Their family used to live here...After his parents divorced, they all moved out...Now, they are not here anymore."

The old man's eyes were red, he moved his feet, whispered, and said aloud,

I don't know if I'm talking to Lian Ge, or just talking to myself.

Lian Ge listened quietly, looking at the neighborhood, watching people passing by from time to time, walking beside the old man.

"...I've been here twice, one time when the couple got married, and the other time when Xiao Xun was not very old... When they got married, the room was covered with red cloth... When Xiaoxun was not much, some of those arrangements seemed to be still there..."

"...that piece of paper, after the couple divorced and put the child in my place, they came back to look after the child. When they were about to leave, I asked my son to write to me... thinking, what if If there is something, you can find someone..."

The old man murmured and talked, his eyes became more red, and he gradually fell silent again.

Lowering his head, he looked at the happy and smiling boy holding the photo in his hand,

He raised his head again, looked at the neighborhood, remained silent, and moved forward with somewhat staggering steps.

Listening to the old man's narration, Lian Ge didn't say anything, just walked beside the old man, looked at the neighborhood, and listened to some voices mixed in his ears.

Beside him, on the road in the community.

From time to time, some people passed by, parents who took their children out to play, came back with some vegetables, talked to each other, smiled and looked at the family with their children running in front of them.

walk forward,

Beside, from time to time lively, but also quiet from time to time.

……

Approaching a building in the community again, the old man watched, his slightly staggering pace gradually slowed down again,

"...Here we are... Xiao Xun and his family used to live upstairs...on the fifth floor..."

Stopping in front of this building, the old man looked at the slightly dim corridor entrance, then raised his head and looked upstairs.

Turning his gaze, Lian Ge glanced at the old man, then at the upstairs,

Several families on the fifth floor have windows facing this side, and the curtains in the rooms are drawn to the side.

"...boy..."

The old man looked upstairs, paused his gaze, lowered his head slowly, looked at the boy in the photo he held in his hand, paused again,

Turning his head, he looked at Lian Ge, with pleading eyes,

"...Young man, can I beg you...help me go upstairs...to see if Xiaoxun is..."

With red eyes, the old man begged, and said to Lian Ge,

"...if he's here, tell him for me, I'm here to take him home... right here, waiting for him to come home..."

The old man's eyes became redder, he bowed his waist, looked at Lian Ge, and squeezed the photo more tightly in his hands, with pleading and fear in his eyes,

"...please, please..."

Begging, the old man's eyes were red.

Turning his gaze, he saw that the old man's eyes were filled with some cloudy tears, some begging, and some fear,

Lian Ge paused his gaze, then turned his gaze away,

"can."

After saying something aloud, Lian Ge looked away, turned his gaze away again, moved his feet, and walked towards the corridor.

"……thanks, thanks……"

The old man stood with his waist bent, and thanked Lian Ge, with some cloudy tears flowing out of his eyes.

He raised his head, looked upstairs, then lowered his head, looking at the happy and smiling boy holding the photo in his hand.

The old man's eyes became more red, and the tears gushed out more and more, pattering down and falling on the photo.

The boy in the photo is still smiling happily.

Chapter 828 This Is My Home

Listening to the sound of the old man's tears hitting the photo behind him,

Lian Ge moved his feet and walked into the corridor. The sounds outside the corridor gradually faded away, and the corridor became quieter.

In the slightly dark corridor, a lamp was lit, and some lights were swaying down, reflecting the shadows of the people under the lamp.

Moving his feet, Lian Ge climbed up the steps and walked upstairs.

The lights in the corridor lit up one after another.

Then follow the stairs, walk through a corner platform, and then climb up the stairs, the corridor on the fifth floor is approaching.

Next to the corridor on the fifth floor, the doors of several families were closed, and the Spring Festival couplets and blessing characters pasted during the Chinese New Year were still pasted on the doors.

Walking upstairs, Lian Ge watched.

Right next to the door of the previous household on the fifth floor corridor,

A boy with his legs tucked in, his back facing the door of that house, leaning against the wall, sat on the floor in the aisle, with his head buried.

There was a tear in the boy's trouser leg, and through the tear, there was a worn-off wound on his leg.

It was the boy who tripped over the man on the phone at the bus stop earlier.

Walking up to the fifth floor, Lian Ge looked at the boy, stopped in front of the boy, and said nothing.

The boy still buried his head and sat on the ground with his back facing the door of that family, but he seemed to feel that someone had passed by, and he shrank his already shrunken feet and curled up his body.

The lights in the corridor were on, and then gradually turned off again.

Gusts of chilly wind, passing through the open windows in the corridor, blowing past the doors and corridors of each house,

Vibrating the Spring Festival couplets pasted in front of other people's houses, the word "Fu".

In the dimmed corridor, it seemed even more quiet.

……

"... Hurry up, we are going out..."

On the fifth floor, there were voices of voices in the neighboring houses,

Immediately afterwards, the family opened the door, and a man came out of the house, smiling and talking to the house,

The lights in the corridor were turned on again, and some lights were swayed down,

Immediately afterwards, there were brisk footsteps in the room, and a child ran out of the room to his father,

Seeing his child running over, the man picked up his child,

"...Let's go, take my precious son out to play."

"...Mom hurry up..."

Holding his child, the man said with a smile.

The child turned his head in his father's arms, looked at his mother who was changing shoes by the door, and shouted crisply.

"...Okay. Okay, let's go."

The child's mother smiled and looked at the child's father, looked at the child, answered, put on her shoes, and followed out of the house.

"...Dad, where are we going to play later?"

The child turned back again and asked his father,

"...Where does my precious son want to go to play..."

……

The boy with his legs curled up, his head buried, his back to the door of a house sitting on the ground seemed to be listening to the lively voices in the corridor,

Then he raised his head slowly, and looked at the smiling and talking family in front of the door of the house next to him.

"...Did you bring the key?"

"...Bring it, I'm carrying it in my pocket...How can my dear wife and my precious son not be able to go home for a while, my precious son said yes..."

"...Well! Dad, I've made up my mind. Let's go to the zoo in a while... There are tigers in the zoo, there are lions... and giraffes..."

"...Okay, then let's go to lunch first, and then we will go to the zoo after lunch, shall we..."

"...Well, let's go, let's go..."

"...don't spoil him all the time, hold him..."

"...Baby son, your mother wants you to come down and walk, what do you think should I do?"

"...then I'll come down... I'll take daddy by the hand, let's go with mommy..."

Holding his parents with both hands, the child bounced and walked downstairs.

The parents of the child follow the child and look at the child with a smile.

Watching the family smiling, talking, and walking away downstairs.

The boy who raised his head and looked at him paused again, pursed his lips, remained silent, and then slowly turned his head.

After glancing at the family going out, Lian Ge turned his gaze to the boy.

The boy who turned around didn't lower his head any more, he shrank his body, turned his back to the door of the house behind him, leaned against the wall, and sat on the ground,

He raised his head again and looked at Lian Ge who was looking at him.

"who are you?"

Looking at Lian Ge, the boy asked aloud.

"A passerby."

Responding in a calm tone, Lian Ge turned his gaze and looked downstairs.

"Your grandfather asked me to tell you for him that he is waiting for you downstairs, waiting for you to go home together."

Looking back at the boy, Lian Ge said something again.

Hearing the sound, the boy followed Lian Ge's line of sight, looked downstairs, then turned his head,

"...my home is here...I've come home...this is my home..."

As the boy talked, he gradually lowered his head again, and leaned against the door behind him with his shrunken body,

Just trembling slightly all over.

Looking at the boy with his back to the door of that family's house, sitting on the ground, shrinking his body and burying his head,

Lian Ge didn't speak any more, and looked at the door behind the boy, which also had Spring Festival couplets on it, and some brand new blessings on it.

Lian Ge moved a few steps aside, sat down on the stairs going up the corridor casually, and looked at the boy again.

A gust of chilly wind blows by,

In the corridor that became more and more quiet, the lights that were on were turned off again, and it seemed a little dim again.

Looking at the boy, Lian Ge listened to the voices in the houses of several families on this floor as the wind rang in his ears.

The boy just buried his head even more, his legs shrank even more, and remained silent, his whole body seemed to be trembling slightly in the wind.

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