Seeing the rancid food on the table, Xiao Sa felt as if his heart was being squeezed hard.
He knew very well that his mother was blind and had difficulty moving, so she mainly relied on him to support her.
How could Three Months, who was imprisoned in a detention center, use the little money left at home?
He could almost imagine how his mother divided a meal into several meals on weekdays.
In the darkness and loneliness, I don't know how much suffering I endured to survive these more than ninety days and nights.
A huge feeling of guilt and distress surged into my heart like a tide.
Xiaosa turned his head away suddenly, not wanting his mother to notice.
He wiped away the heat and moisture from the corner of his eyes with the back of his hand, but the unsatisfactory tears still broke through and flowed down his fingers.
Li Guifen didn't know what his son was thinking, so he just said nonchalantly:
"A Ren ah, although running a boat can make money, it is too hard and too Danger."
"A few days ago, mom asked Aunt Wang next door to ask you about some jobs. Although they are all laborious jobs, they are more stable than others."
She paused, her voice lowered, with a cautious tone of discussion:
"Mainly transporting goods in Dock Warehouse, or going to construction sites to pick up Big Hammer. What do you think...?"
In fact, Li Guifen also knows that it is extremely difficult for his son to find a decent job because he is uneducated and does not have a decent background. He is also dragged down by his blind wife.
So I spoke very tactfully, for fear of hurting my son's self-esteem.
Listening to his mother's words, Xiaosa felt mixed emotions in his heart.
He steeled himself, wiped his face hard, and said with a smile:
"Mom, I made a lot of money this time running a boat. In two days, I will take you to a big hospital to check your eyes. Maybe you can cure it!"
Li Guifen waved his hand, with a hint of resigned calmness in his voice:
"My eyes have been open for so many years, and I have long since given up. Whether I can see or not, I still live the same life."
"As long as you stay safe, find a stable job, stop fooling around like before, and get a wife back, mom will be satisfied for the rest of her life."
After going through so many things, I also suffered in the detention center Three Months.
Xiaosa longs for stability more than ever before, longing to let his mother live a good life in an upright and upright manner.
He swore secretly in his heart and nodded solemnly:
"Mom, don't worry, I know what to do."
The mother and son talked for a while, mostly Li Guifen giving instructions and Xiaosa responding.
The night is getting darker.
Xiaosa saw the tired look on her mother's face, so she persuaded her:
"Mom, it's getting late. You should go and rest first. I'm going to take a shower and go to bed."
Li Guifen nodded and groped back to the back room.
Xiaosa took a basin of cold water in the main room and took off the designer casual jacket given by Secretary Liu, revealing his body covered with bruises and bruises.
I simply scrubbed off the blood and sweat stains on my body and put on old clothes at home.
Then, he lay down on another squeaky plank bed.
He opened his eyes and stared blankly at the large mold spots on the ceiling that had spread due to moisture.
My mind was in a mess thinking about all kinds of things.
From Chen Chen's cooperation proposal, to the mysterious master, to the expectant look in his mother's eyes...
Scenes flashed before my eyes.
My body also tossed and turned on the bed for a long time, tossing and turning, unable to sleep.
But after all, he couldn't resist the fatigue and fright of the past few days, and his eyelids became heavier and heavier.
Soon, even and slightly heavy snoring sounded.
The rooms of Xiaosa and Li Guifen are not two independent rooms. They are only separated by a thin curtain.
The room was completely silent, except for the sounds of the mother and son breathing in varying degrees, one after another in the small space.
In the distance, a few feeble barkings of stray dogs could be heard occasionally, adding a bit of desolation to the silent night.
I don't know how long it took.
A figure appeared quietly in the house.
In the darkness, the visitor's eyes were frighteningly bright, faintly glowing with blood Red Light.
A few rays of cool moonlight squeezed in through the gaps in the worn curtains.
White Mask, which happened to illuminate his face, looked ferocious and terrifying, like an evil ghost.
The figure opened the curtain, walked to Xiaosa's bed, and stared down at Xiaosa, who was snoring loudly and sleeping defenselessly.
The eyes behind the mask flickered slightly.
He seemed to be hesitating about something, or weighing the pros and cons.
"Ahem--"
From behind the curtain next door, a slight coughing sound could be heard from Li Guifen.
The figure's shoulders trembled, and his movements stopped momentarily.
After a while, the hesitation in his eyes gradually disappeared and eventually turned into calm.
He didn't alert anyone. He swayed and quietly exited the room.
As abrupt and mysterious as it appeared.
Urban Village's nights always seem particularly quiet.
Low houses are intertwined with each other, and narrow lanes are criss-crossed.
A figure stood quietly in the dark corner, as if blending into the night Ghost.
"Xu..."
Fang Cheng gently exhaled a breath of turbid air and raised his eyes to look at the continuous bright lights in the night in the distance.
Even in the deepest night, the city center is still bustling with music and music.
In sharp contrast to the dilapidated darkness of the area below, it seems like two completely different worlds.
Fang Cheng looked away and shook his head slightly.
After all, I am still the same as Ma Donghe, and I can't get to Assassin.
It could indeed have been possible to easily take the other person's life while he was sleeping and completely eliminate this potential risk.
But when I sneaked into that simple house, I heard the conversation between Xiaosa and her mother, and saw the scene of the two relying on each other.
An inexplicable emotion touched a soft corner in Fang Cheng's heart.
Although this little gangster has a lot of misdeeds, he has a sincere filial piety towards his blind mother.
This reminded Fang Cheng of his mother.
Killing is not difficult.
But because he killed a target who still had humanity, his elderly and blind mother spent the rest of her life in despair.
It seems... a little too much.
It's close to killing innocent people indiscriminately.
This is not the path I want to take in my heart...
"Woof... woof woof..."
Several subtle Dog Bark sounds came from deep in the alley, interrupting Fang Cheng's thoughts.
His eyes, still as sharp as a hawk in the night, quickly scanned the criss-crossing streets around him.
I saw a few figures wearing masks and Duckbill Cap hidden at both ends of the alley.
They squatted furtively, their eyes occasionally turning to the dilapidated house of Xiaosa's house.
Fang Cheng flashed a fierce light in his eyes.
His figure swayed slightly, then disappeared quietly into the place like a shadow blending into the dark night.
After a while.
Several weak groans and the "thud" sound of heavy objects being thrown to the ground were heard one after another in the depths of the alleyway.
The sound was short and muffled, and was quickly blown away by the wind.
In this silent night, it seemed particularly abrupt, but it quickly fell silent.
It was as if nothing had happened.
About half an hour later, in a remote suburb.
In an inconspicuous van, the rear seats had been folded up, leaving a large space free.
The four men, wearing only shorts and with bruised noses and swollen faces, were forced to kneel on the floor of the carriage.
They all have large pieces of Tattoo exposed on their bodies, depicting dragons and tigers, and showing their teeth and claws.
At this moment, there was no trace of the usual arrogance. They were all shaking like chaff, and their eyes were full of fear.
Like a weak and helpless lamb facing a ferocious beast.
Fang Cheng was still wearing the White Mask, sitting casually on a seat nearby.
The Red Gemstone inlaid on the eyes of the mask flashed Uncanny and Red Light in the dim light inside the car.
The life-seeking evil spirits, like those returning from hell, make these gangsters who have been fighting and killing people on the streets all year round even more frightened.
"What's your name? Tell me about your origin and identity?"
Fang Cheng pointed at the gangster kneeling in the first position on the right.
The gangster was tall and thin, and he was already so frightened that he almost peed his pants on the spot when Fang Cheng pointed at him so suddenly.
He opened his mouth tremblingly, as if he wanted to answer.
But because of fear, he could only make a sound of "uh uh" in his throat.
Fang Cheng frowned slightly, raised his hand impatiently, and slapped him.
"Pah!"
There was a crisp sound.
The gangster screamed, his body fell backwards as if he had been hit hard, and hit the wall of the carriage.
He covered his swollen cheek, spat out a mouthful of blood mixed with a few broken teeth, and whimpered for mercy:
"Big... boss... I... I..."
Unfortunately, his mouth was leaking, and his head seemed to be dizzy from being slapped, and he couldn't even speak clearly.
Fang Cheng was speechless and sighed.
He just touched it lightly, but the other person couldn't bear it.
So he waved his hand again, kindly helping him.
The gangster let out a short cry of pain again, fainted completely, and became quiet.
Fang Cheng turned his attention to the second, short gangster with Dagger at his feet.
"You tell me."
The man was already frightened out of his wits. Seeing the miserable state of his companions, his body shook even more violently, and he was speechless for a while.
Fang Cheng frowned again, stretched out his hand again, and pinched the man's shoulder.
Click!
A heart-wrenching bone cracking sound was clearly audible.
"Ah--"
The skinny little gangster let out a shrill scream, and his forehead was instantly covered with cold sweat.
This time, the psychological defenses of the remaining two people were completely defeated.
When the other two gangsters saw this, they were so frightened that they rushed to shout:
"I say! I say! Boss, please forgive me, I am willing to say anything!"
"It's Brother Chen, the gang leader of Red Tiger Gang, who sent us..."
Especially men with scars on their faces are even more positive.
I wish I could take off the underwear of the person behind it and tell everything to the devil in front of me.
I was afraid that if I were a little slower, I would be the next one to have my bones broken.
Fang Cheng's masked face showed no expression, only his Ruby-like eyes still shone with a cold light.
During the subsequent interrogation, he quickly figured out the whole story.
These four gangsters were indeed sent by Chen Chen to keep an eye on Xiaosa.
It turns out that Chen Chen has reached a cooperation intention with Xiaosa on the surface.
But being suspicious by nature, he did not completely trust this intermediary.
He was worried that Xiaosa would leak the content of tonight's conversation or make some small moves behind his back.
That's why we sent these men to secretly monitor Xiaosa's every move.
Once you discover any abnormal behavior of Xiaosa or contact with other suspicious persons, report it immediately.
When necessary, you can even "dispose" Xiaosa directly.
Of course, these four gangsters do not know the specific content of the cooperation between Chen Chen and Xiaosa.
They just received the call from Secretary Liu and acted as ordered.
After listening to the confessions of these gangsters, Fang Cheng understood clearly.
Since the people sent to follow him are just ordinary gangsters who are not good-looking, rather than well-trained pursuers like Noah Organization.
This shows that Chen Chen does have two minds about Noah Organization to some extent.
At least, he didn't want to expose his contact with "Mr. Killer" to Noah.
Otherwise, those who appear here at this moment may not be a few trash fish who are not even qualified to deliver food to Fang Cheng.
However, this just proves Chen Chen's cunning and caution.
He wanted to use his knife, but he didn't want to take too many risks.
Seeing Fang Cheng being silent, those gangsters thought that the masked devil was going to kill Assassin.
She even cried and begged, swearing and swearing all kinds of things, saying that she was a senior and a junior, and that she was just making ends meet.
Fang Cheng turned a deaf ear to these people's pleas for mercy and had his own plans in mind.
Killing a few weaklings who have no power to fight back has no meaning except to vent their desires.
After thinking for a moment, Fang Cheng said coldly:
"Do you want to live?"
When the three sober gangsters heard this, they nodded like chickens pecking at rice.
"Go back and tell Chen Chen."
Fang Cheng's voice is low and without any emotion:
"Since you want to cooperate, show sincerity and act honestly and in accordance with the rules."
"I hate people who don't follow the rules the most. Don't play these unsavory tricks behind my back."
"This time, I can pretend that nothing happened. If there is another time..."
"Click!" There was a crisp sound.
The armrest of the seat next to him broke off with a sudden sound, and was thrown in front of the gangsters.
Fang Cheng suddenly revealed a sense of solemnity in his tone Killing Aura:
"I will go to Yuan Chen Group Building myself and have a good talk with the person named Chen."
That biting cold Killing Intent, even through the masks, made the three gangsters feel as if they had fallen into an ice cave, and the hairs all over their bodies stood on end.
They nodded and bowed hurriedly, swearing that they would bring the words intact.
Fang Cheng ignored them, opened the car door, and threw the few people out like garbage.
Then, the van made a low roar and quickly disappeared into the night.
As for how these gangsters should return to the city center from the suburbs, report to Chen Chen and let them figure it out on their own.
The hustle and bustle of the city gradually faded away, and the night breeze blew by with a hint of coolness.
When Fang Cheng returned to Sleeve Building and took out the key to open the door, the light of Living Room was still on.
Mother Li Biyun is sitting on the sofa, holding Ippon's old Recipe Book in her hand, and seems to be studying something.
When she heard the door open, she immediately raised her head with a smile on her face:
"Cheng Cheng, are you back? Are you tired from studying?"
While talking, a faint aroma of porridge came from the kitchen.
"Mom, why aren't you asleep yet? Didn't I tell you that you don't have to wait for me?"
Fang Cheng changed his shoes, with a hint of helplessness in his tone.
The clock on the wall already showed past 11 o'clock.
"It's okay. I'm used to working in the hospital. I still can't sleep at this point."
Li Biyun stood up and walked to the kitchen.
"Seeing that you have been studying hard recently, mom gave you some Sea Cucumber and Millet Porridge to nourish your stomach and blood and improve your immunity. Drink some while it's hot."
Fang Cheng felt warm in his heart.
The excuse for sneaking out to do errands was to study in a nearby study room to prepare for the upcoming Graduate Entrance Examination Final Round.
Because the learning atmosphere there is good and there are many Graduate Entrance Examination students who can exchange experiences with each other.
His mother firmly believed in this and always tried every means to take care of him in life.
Looking at the back of my mother busy in the kitchen, and the steaming bowl of millet porridge on the table.
Fang Cheng's mind suddenly flashed through the scene in that dilapidated hut.
Thinking of Xiaosa, and the invisible old mother who also silently sacrificed for her son.
Two completely different families, two mothers who equally loved their sons, seemed to have some kind of wonderful resonance and overlap at this moment.
"Mom, don't stay up late waiting for me anymore. It's not good for your skin and can easily cause wrinkles."
Fang Cheng picked up the porridge bowl and said softly.
"I know, you are the only one who talks a lot."
Li Biyun smiled and scolded, but the faint crow's feet at the corners of his eyes stretched out with his smile.
"Drink quickly and go to bed early after drinking."
After finishing the porridge and chatting with her mother for a few words, Fang Cheng washed her face and feet and returned to her bedroom.
After closing the door, the room became quiet for a moment.