The door of the courtyard house has been welded dead

1963 1 Month 18 Day.

New Year's Eve.

On the streets of the capital city, heavy snow was falling all over the sky. Under the dim street lights, workers in small groups hurried home with their necks hunched.

The big feet stepped on the snow, making a clear "crunching" sound. If you didn't pay attention, the snowflakes accumulated on the treetops on the roadside, after the branches could no longer bear it, smashed down, along the back collar of the unfortunate egg. I got in and got a chill.

The car approaching from afar slowly stopped a few hundred meters away from the steel rolling mill, waiting for the passengers.

On the road, Huang Ma carefully supported her daughter. Her almost seven-month-old belly was already as bulging as a balloon. The mother and daughter were walking and chatting until they saw the car, and Xiao Huang pouted unhappily. Open your mouth.

"Mom, Li Feng has been gone for so long, why hasn't he come back yet?"

The little pregnant woman was unhappy. She shook her body and shook off her mother's arm around her shoulders. When she saw the car, she could not guess that it was taking her back for the holidays.

But now, what she wants to see most is not her father coming to pick her up, but the heartless man who can't even think of calling him back.

"Well, who was nagging me just now, saying that this is not good and that is not good!"

Huang's mother rolled her eyes at her daughter, "This girl, this is not good, that is not good, she still misses him all the time, she is so stubborn."

"Oh, stop talking~!"

The neck wrapped under the scarf was stiff, and the white and warm neck came into contact with the cold air, and a faint smoke floated out.

"Today is a young year, and I don't know how to make a phone call. What do you think he is busy with? No matter how busy he is, he can't call home!"

Speaking of this, the little pregnant woman who was a little shy just now, now has a chubby face, full of grievances. The Chinese New Year will be here in a few days. Can she come back?

She felt even more aggrieved when she thought that everyone was asleep in the office today and she didn't even get a call.

"Old Huang, I really have you. How long have we been gone? If you listen to Zheng Chaoyang's lies next time, I'll be in trouble with you!"

Huang's mother opened the car door and carefully helped her daughter in. After closing the door, she stabbed her husband, who was sitting in the passenger seat, with her finger.

Different from usual, Lao Huang was extraordinarily silent today, and Huang's mother's complaints seemed to go in one ear and out the other.

"Hey, Lao Huang, what are you doing? You're distracted!"

After dusting off the snowflakes from her daughter's body, Huang's mother took off the scarf around her neck and patted Lao Huang's arm.

"Well, well, I was thinking about something, and I was stunned!"

Dad Huang never turned his head. He nodded hurriedly a few times, and the atmosphere in the car fell into silence.

"I tell you, don't smoke in the car next time. Your girl can't smell it now. Let's go to the factory hospital tomorrow and let the doctor take a look at it!"

The vehicle started slowly and gradually disappeared into the heavy yellow snow.

Aunt Li Feng downstairs was holding snowballs and throwing them at each other with several children of about the same age. She seemed to have grown a little taller. At this time, their faces were red, and their clothes were still stained by the snowballs. traces after.

"Ouch!"

The woolen hat on his forehead was hit by a snowball, and the little guy sat on the ground, angrily throwing the snowball in his hand aimlessly.

"I won't play with you anymore, my parents are back!"

Seeing the car driving into the yard, Huang Beibei crawled up from the ground, jumped up with her schoolbag, and ran to the door of her house like a monkey.

When the family came back, the little one inevitably received another scolding, but she was used to it. She curled her lips and ran back to the house. She took out the little book from her school bag and read it furtively.

"Dad, where is Li Feng? Why didn't you call and ask on New Year's Eve?"

At the dinner table, Huang Yaqin put down his chopsticks after taking two bites, frowned, and looked at his father.

"Yes, Dad, where is my brother-in-law? I haven't seen him for a long time. Beibei misses him!"

"Shut up~, you don't miss him anymore, you miss the food he brought you!"

Huang Yaqin watched her sister eating a lot, her mouth full and farting, and her palms felt a little itchy.

"Who told you to come empty-handed every time and not let me hear my brother's voice!"

The little guy finished the food in his mouth in three mouthfuls, looked at his sister's bulging belly, and tentatively tried to put his ear to her, but was undoubtedly slapped on the head.

"Go, go, that's not your brother, you kid, you are his (her) aunt, talking nonsense all day long!"

Huang Ma didn't know whether to laugh or cry. She twisted her daughter's ears and pulled her upright.

"Maybe he's busy with other things. When Lao Zheng comes one day, you can ask him face to face. It's the end of the year and there are too many things in the agency. How can you take care of him?"

Such an answer was not what Huang Yaqin wanted to hear. She was so angry that she didn't even bother to eat the dinner made by her mother and went straight back to the house. "Sister, does my brother-in-law not want you anymore?"

After dinner, Huang Beibei's first words when she returned home almost exploded her sister's mentality.

Where did Li Feng go?
……

Li Feng didn't know where he was.

Darkness as thick as ink filled the entire field of vision, and the whole person was light and airy, as if he was in a dark universe.

"Dad~!"

Li Deyi suddenly appeared in front, his face a little blurry and unreal, but the familiar driver's uniform and the white towel on his neck to wipe sweat made Li Feng subconsciously shout out.

"I'm not your father, he is my son!"

Next to the illusory and distorted shadow, another "Li Feng" appeared, exactly like Li Feng, just like the real and fake Monkey King, exactly like himself.

The two people seemed to disappear at any moment, looking at him fiercely from a distance.

Li Feng wanted to step forward to explain, but found that no matter how he walked, he was never far or close to them.

"You are not my son, you are not my son!"

Illusive sounds filled the entire boundless and lonely space. Li Feng turned upside down and kept spinning on the spot. He wanted to raise his hands to see his hands clearly, but he couldn't do anything.

With a glimmer of light, Li Feng, who had been waiting here for an unknown amount of time, suddenly seemed to be able to move again. He was at a loss as to how to avoid the pursuit of the Li family and his son behind him, jumped into the light, and disappeared.

The white light was very dazzling, but Li Feng could see everything around him clearly.

In a pure white space, little bits of fluorescent light flashed, chasing each other and playing with each other, just like in the game World of Warcraft, the night elf players sent the light group after sending it, swaying down in the vortex above, and constantly spreading to the surroundings. emerge.

With Li Feng's arrival, those light groups seemed to be able to see him, and they "bounced" around him one by one, and they were scrambling to be the first.

"He's not mom~!"

Being able to feel the consciousness emitted by these light groups, Li Feng looked at each one carefully. The colorful light groups were the same as himself, but these light groups were just ignorant consciousness bodies.

As a black vortex emerges below, these light groups will be attracted and then merge into it.

The white vortex above kept throwing light balls, and the black vortex that appeared from time to time below kept absorbing the light balls. The light balls that had previously surrounded Li Feng had disappeared one after another, until the last one was still hovering around Li Feng. .

"Why don't you go there?"

"I, I can't take it away. The mother I like has been chosen away!"

"Then you come with me, okay? I'll be your father!"

The light ball trembled, and slowly approached Li Feng's consciousness, as if observing him curiously, then slowly approached his "cheek", and rubbed it slowly, as if recording Li Feng's scent. Or feelings.

As the two merged, a pitch-black vortex appeared, bringing with it the light group and Li Feng's consciousness, which gradually disappeared.

……

"It's so late at night, why are you kicking me?"

Huang Yaqin, who had already fallen asleep, fumbled for a while, turned on the lamp beside the bed, rubbed her eyes, and frowned at her tumbling belly.

Every time he kicked, he felt as if someone had punched his chest. Xiao Huang helplessly scratched his scattered hair.

"Okay, okay, stop kicking, why don't you let me go and eat?"

Thinking that he hadn't eaten at night, the baby in his belly was having trouble. Xiao Huang put on his clothes, quietly opened the door, yawned and groped into the kitchen, looking for the snacks that his mother had hidden.

"Old Huang, what's going on? Why is there something wrong with you today?"

"There's nothing wrong. I'll go up after I finish smoking!"

"What's going on with my son-in-law? Don't hide anything from me. You're not usually like this. Please give me a guarantee as to whether you can come back before the Chinese New Year!"

The conversation in the room made Huang Yaqin curious, and she quietly put her ear to it.

"I can't come back!"

"Dum~!"

The baby in my belly was kicked hard again, like a football. (End of chapter)