Before meeting Zhang Sui and this guy, Xia Xianchan's life was smooth sailing.
Well, I can't say it's been smooth sailing, but it's been somewhat freeing.
As the son of a criminal, Xia Xianchan has little trace of his father in his meager memory.
Of course, he didn't want to remember the bastard who abandoned his wife and son.
Every appearance of his father was accompanied by a heap of debt, and he spent more time with Tiaozi than with him.
The unruly summer cicadas grow wildly and crazily like dense ivy in dilapidated alleys.
He is evil-minded, aggressive and lawless...
I lived in the crowded streets and still couldn't read until I was fifteen or sixteen years old.
In the summer when I first turned sixteen, my father died and was sentenced to death for violating the criminal law.
Xia Xianchan opened a bottle of beer to celebrate.
If he had known that Zhang Suihe would come to his door three days later, he would not have opened the champagne at halftime.
It had just rained that morning, and there was a layer of fog, and the ground was slippery. A tall man with some lame legs, wearing a uniform meticulously, knocked on his door early in the morning, carrying a lot of messy fruit snacks.
"Is it a cicada?"
Xia Xianchan quickly closed the door that was only opened a crack, and quickly recalled the bad things she had done in the past few days.
"That..."
"I just beat up a few gangsters, I didn't break the law!"
"Actually..."
"I won't go back to the police station with you!"
Zhang Suihe was interrupted twice. He stood by the door and scratched his head helplessly, a little bit dumbfounded:
"What a fool..."
"Don't be afraid! My uncle has retired. Your father's case was the last case I was responsible for. I found you through his background with great difficulty."
"I don't know anything!"
Xia Xianchan didn't want to get involved in any case, so she opened the door a small crack angrily and cursed.
"Don't expect anything from me. I have nothing to do with that old guy! I..."
"If possible, I hope to sponsor you."
The bored complaints stopped suddenly, and the small crack in the door creaked open in the wind. Xia Xianchan stood there quietly, staring at Zhang Suihe standing in the rain and fog with strange eyes.
There was never any selflessness or aboveboardness in Xia Xichan's rotten life.
How could this man be so stupid? He thought, this is not a lie to me, right?
But then I thought about it, now that I am broke and struggling to survive, why should I care about this? It's true that he's making a lot of money, but he's pretending to be dead and brought down.
Xia Xianchan followed him anyway.
If I really had to give a reason, it would probably be the unbiased firmness and indelible tenderness in Zhang Suihe's eyes.
Too calm, too calm...
Purpose: If life is not short, who would be willing to be that indescribable three-season insect?
