When He Was Four Years Old, He Tied a Red String Around His Wrist and Changed the World.

When I was four years old, my father tied me with a red rope under the old locust tree at the entrance of the village. He said he was going to buy candied haws, but until the sun went down and the red rope was broken by me, he didn't come back. I didn't cry because before my father left, he sewed a crumpled lottery ticket into my collar. He squatted in front of me and ordered with a mouth full of alcohol: "Erya, if dad doesn't come back, take this piece of paper and go find a policeman named Zhao Guoqiang." I asked blankly: "What if the policeman ignores me?" Dad's eyes suddenly turned red and he wiped his face hard. "If he ignores you, tell him that there is something he has been looking for for ten years in the basement of Tongzi Building in the north of the city." Later, I really found Uncle Zhao and the basement that my father mentioned. But when I saw the rusty iron box. Only then did I realize that my father not only deceived the whole world, but also tied up my life with that red rope.