narrow red

Huo Pizhen took Baochan home.

It was already three o'clock in the morning when he came out of the nightclub. Bao Chan asked Huo Pi to go to the hospital with him, but the boy said, "What kind of hospital are you going to?" He pried an electric car, "Go to my house."

His house is not far from the city center. It is an old building in the 90s. The single room is too small. There is only a bed and a broken sofa, and two picked up cabinets. Turning it over, he found a bottle of bronze-colored liquid.

"What's that?" Bao Chan asked.

"Alcohol." Huo Bandit unscrewed the bottle cap and was about to pour it on the wound with his shoulders on his shoulders.

"Wait a minute!" Baochan snatched the small bottle over, "Is this alcohol?"

Huo Bandit thought he was annoying: "After using it a few times, the color has changed."

Baochan stared at him in disbelief.

"There's a little blood mixed in, it's fucking fine!"

Baochan turned around: "I'll go buy medicine for you."

"Damn, why are you like my mother! I told you it's okay, alcohol is anti-virus..." Huo Pi saw that he opened the door, and quickly said, "Wait a minute, there is red potion!"

He went to the cabinet again, and found a brand new small red bottle, which was marked "Mercurine Solution", and then Baochan realized that he was saving the red medicine that cost a few yuan a bottle.

They sat down on the edge of the bed, their arms, shoulders, and browbones were bruised, their skin twitched slightly, and Bao Chan's movements were very light: "Does it hurt?"

Huo Bie was not used to others giving him medicine, so he was not at ease. The monotonous white light from the tube lamp shone on Baochan's face, making him dazzling. Huo Bie asked, "Why is your hair so shiny?"

Bao Chan glanced at him: "Pomade."

Huo Pi still stared at him, with a curious look, as if the stars far away in the sky came close at once, and he blurted out: "You are so cool on stage."

Bao Chan raised his eyebrows: "Have you seen my performance?"

The kid was embarrassed, and lowered his head: "Sometimes the food delivery just happens to happen."

At this time, a hand came down from the head, rubbed it, and it disappeared for a moment: "You also said that you don't like drama."

Huo Pi's ears turned red, like a wild dog that had never been touched, and rubbed hard against the place Bao Chan touched: "I don't like it! It's my mother...she likes it."

Finally, he talked about his family, Baochan got up and put the red medicine back on the cabinet.

Behind the back, Huo Bandit said: "It's actually a stepmother."

He is still a child, with a pure desire to talk, and he also has feelings, and wants to talk to people, but no one will listen.

"It turns out that she always listens to operas at home, such as Dingjunshan and Kongcheng Strategies. If she listens a lot, I will know it."

turn out to be?Baochan asked cautiously, "Where did she go?"

Huo Pi replied simply: "He is gone."

Baochan was not surprised, but a little sad.

"Uremia," Huo Bie said calmly, after thinking for a while, "it's not that she likes it, it's her son who sings."

Baochan looked around the hut, it was old and old, the windows were not closed tightly, it might be a relative's house waiting to be demolished, so he just dumped him here: "You and your stepmother have a good relationship?"

"She's good to me," Huo Pi nodded, "My dad left first, the family has no money, and she didn't abandon me."

He met a good mother, Baochan thought, unlike himself, even his own mother was willing to throw him away.

"She threw her own son away." Then, Huo Pi said.

Bao Chan turned his head abruptly.

"She wanted to marry my dad, but my dad didn't want her son, so she didn't take it."

Bao Chan stared straight at him.

"You can't blame her either. Her former husband beat her up and beat her to death after drinking. She is a woman, so she is forced to do nothing."

The man drank, the son sang, and Baochan's fingertips trembled slightly.

"She misses her son, and she can't think about it, so she just listens to the opera,"

she thinks?She wondered why she didn't go to see the child, Baochan tried her best to control her tone: "Didn't she go?"

"At first I didn't have the face to look for it," Huo Pi sighed, "Then I got sick and went to look for it, but I couldn't find it."

Why can't I find it? A big living person can't find it if he deliberately looks for it. "What's her son's name?"

"I don't know, she never mentioned it," Huo Pi didn't pay attention to Bao Chan's expression, "She went to her son's high school to inquire, and said that he was admitted to college, but after that, he didn't know, maybe he wasn't in this city anymore."

Yes, he is here!Baochan shouted in his heart, as if the person Huo Pi said was him.

"She still owes her son," Huo Pi smacked his lips. "His classmates and friends will always know, but she doesn't know any of them."

Yes, that's why she couldn't find it, couldn't find Shi's house, couldn't find Ruyizhou.

"The life is so difficult, she didn't abandon me," said Huo Bandit, who was young, but he had experienced a lot and understood the matter. "Maybe she regretted abandoning her real son and wanted to make up for it with my fake son."

Baochan spoke with difficulty: "Do you have a picture of her?"

Bandit Huo shook his head.

"How is it possible," Baochan said in disbelief, "doesn't even have a selfie?"

"Who takes a selfie with nothing to do," Huo Pi pouted, "It's not a girl in her twenties."

Baochan suddenly thought of something, took out his phone, and turned on the music player: "Have you heard this song?"

After the cheerful prelude, a sweet female voice sounded: There are so many people in the world, but you meet me. I have never seen you before, and you have never seen me...

Huo Pi looked disgusted: "What era is this song, it's so old that it's scumbag."

He hadn't heard of it, so Baochan had to ask: "Your stepmother...what's her last name?"

"Gold," said Huo Bandit, "gold's gold."

Surnamed Jin, Baozhan blinked slowly, Jin Aihong, a name he will never forget in his life, put away his phone, and walked to the door without saying a word.

"Hey?" Huo Pi jumped off the bed, "What's wrong with you, just leave as soon as you say, I'll see you off!"

With a bang, the door closed behind him, Baochan quickly went downstairs, and the sensor lights lit up layer by layer. He broke through the yellow light belonging to the previous era, and plunged into the night, into the inexplicable ball. Emotions.

She stopped listening to "Coincidence" and listened to Peking Opera. It was because her conscience couldn't get over it, or she realized that she was alone in the end when she was over half a century old. At the last moment of her life, she finally thought of herself.

Baochan's heart seemed to be blocked by a mess. He had imagined the scene of reuniting with his mother countless times. He blamed her, accused her, and even ignored her coldly. There was nothing like this, from an irrelevant person's mouth. Heard a few words about her—she was gone.

Gone, Baochan regretted like crazy again, regretted not looking for her sooner, a living person, he couldn't find her if he deliberately searched for her, if he found her, it was love or hate, so let's make it clear in person!

He stopped, and there was a pitch-black night in front of him. The streets and buildings were completely unknown. The evening wind blew, his face was cold, and when he touched it with his hand, there were tears.

He is not what it used to be, a driver will pick him up with just one phone call, but he still dials the familiar number, "Brother," lonely night, he needs relatives, "Come and pick me up."

When Kuangzheng arrived, it was dawn, and Baochan was sitting on the side of the road with his arms folded. His suit was gone, and there were dried blood on the sides of his shirt. Kuangzheng took off his coat and put it on him, and got into the car with his arms around him.

"What's going on," Kuang Zheng turned off the ignition, "You said on WeChat that you would be back later, it's already morning."

Baochan leaned against the co-pilot and didn't speak.

Kuang Zheng rubbed his hair: "What about the clothes, what's the matter with the blood?"

"Hold that kid down," Baochan replied irrelevantly, "It's from the Chosun Hotel."

"Huh?" Kuang Zheng frowned.

"I want to teach him how to sing," Baochan said nonchalantly, "I want him to go to school and live a good life, I..."

"Bao Er," Kuang Zheng unbuckled his seat belt and leaned over, holding up his face, "What's wrong with you?"

Only then did Baochan look at him, his lover, his hard-won happiness, "Brother..." He put his arms around Kuangzheng's neck, so pitiful, he has no mother, really no mother.

"It's me, I'm here..." Kuangzheng embraced him tenderly, kissing his ear tightly, outside the car window, the morning sun was just emerging, and the golden morning glow rose from the other side of the city, casting the dawn of a new day .

Kuangzheng sent Baochan home, had breakfast with him, put him to bed, and then drove back to the city. He made an appointment with the four heirs of the Duan family to meet at Ruyizhou, hurried to the theater building, and just parked the car , answered a phone call.

"There is a problem with Wanrong Zhenhui's account." It was Shan Haichou.

"Impossible." Kuang Zheng was sure that Duan Zhao never made mistakes in his work.

"At the end of last year, you issued several large bonuses."

Kuang Zheng stopped, it was the time when the Warring States Red forked: "Is it a problem to pay a bonus?"

"It's all the company's money," Shan Haichou said, "The superiors have decided that you use public funds to cultivate your own power,"

"The company's money?" Kuang Zheng sneered, "Every penny of the private bank is earned by my people!"

"You explain to your superiors." Shan Haichou wanted to hang up.

"Wait," Kuangzheng asked bravely, "Is the big loan that I asked you last time a joke?"

"Don't think about any loans," Shan Haichou sighed, "The company won't give you any support in substance or form, you should figure it out for yourself first."

The phone was cut off, and Kuang Zheng's footsteps became heavy. Just when the Duan family was using the money, his side lost the chain. It happened as if... He frowned, as if someone was obstructing the loan.

He has worked in M&A for ten years, and he has the intuition of a professional hunter. This sniper acquisition does not come from elsewhere, and the opponent is probably from the financial street.

He went to the third floor, pushed open the door of the tea room, there were several people surnamed Duan, each looking at his mobile phone, each busy with his own business, except for Ying Xiaonong, he had no business, he only had Aiyin in his eyes.

Kuang sat down at the table, took out a cigarette and lit it, but didn't smoke: "The loan is ruined."

The third and fourth child raised their eyes, while Duan Ruting was sullen, showing doubts.

"Wan Rong doesn't support me," Kuang Zheng had nothing to hide because the room was full of his own people, "Wan Rong wants to get rid of me."

A private bank without the backing of a commercial bank is like a pump with no water to pump, and its value is greatly reduced.

"The person I'm looking for is absolutely reliable," Duan Zhao said immediately, "On the account..."

Kuang Zheng waved his hand: "If you want to commit a crime, there is no excuse."

"Boss," Duan Xiaojun leaned over, "Do you want me to do some exercise?"

What they cared about was Kuangzheng, not Duan Ruting, only Ying Xiaonong, who looked like a big lady, tapped the table with her fingertips, and said plainly: "Brother Kuang, do the math for me. As much as a company can spare, use it first.”