Before dinner, at about four o'clock in the afternoon, Anjie heard the movement of the opposite door. Mo Cong and Li Biyun, the legendary ex-wife of Professor Mo, said a few words vaguely. Then, with a sound of feet, it seemed that Mrs. Mo had gone downstairs.

This footstep is slow and graceful. Anjie remembers that the woman in the photo is not so beautiful, but she has a good temperament... But she made a mistake, married a young man, and left so many problems left over by history. Generally speaking, Mo Cong's current development trend shows that this failed mother indirectly harms the society.

There was no movement for a long time. Mo Cong seemed to be leaning against the door and silent. It took a long time for Anjie to think that he was no longer in the corridor, and then the doorbell rang.

Anjie immediately gets up and opens the door. He moves too fast. Mo Cong's face doesn't have time to take it back. He bumps into his eyes. The young man's face can't say how ugly it is. It's calm... It's dangerous and calm, but there's unspeakable hatred and imperceptible loneliness in his eyes.

Anjie noticed that there were cigarette butts scattered on the ground at the opposite door, so he sighed in his heart secretly. No matter what, this is also a child.

Mo Cong didn't talk much nonsense. He took Mo Yu and left.

Anjie didn't close his door until they got home. He leaned against the door and thought about it. He pushed open the door of the bedroom. The suitcase was on the floor. The common clothes were almost packed, and the room was in a mess. Anjie hesitated for a moment, reopened the packed box, hung the clothes back in the cupboard, stuffed the items back in the cupboard, and then pushed the empty box under the bed.

In any case, Chuang Tzu, as his old man said, raised his arms and his couplets, and Li and Xi Shi, which were strange and connected. In other people's eyes, the grass stem and the beam, the ugly man and Xi Shi, as well as the so-called generous, crafty, cunning and weird things, are all interlinked.

As a layman, he does not dare to compare himself with a saint. But he needs to learn from the ancestors of his great motherland occasionally. He can see things from the same point of view. Are not Afghanistan and Beijing both places? Are not the beards of the Taliban and the red sleeve hoops of the neighborhood committees all human?

It doesn't make any difference, so squat here first.

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Night fell over the city, day after day, never break an appointment, Mo Cong settled Mo Yu, and made a phone call to Mo Jin to make sure that she came home at night, then left the door alone - leaving the narrow corridor, and my sister's eyes that seemed to know everything, and seemed to know nothing.

Xiaoyu and Xiaojin are not the same. Xiaojin is a silly girl to the letter, but Xiaoyu puts everything in her eyes. She doesn't say anything in her heart, but she cares. The two girls don't know who is more worrying.

Li Biyun's intention is very simple. As Mo Yannan's ex-wife, she was informed of Mo Yannan's disappearance when she had two minor daughters. She came to see what they needed with a gesture of morality and charity.

When she came from Vancouver, she just got off the plane in the afternoon, but she left before supper time. Don't worry. There are no pushpins or needles on the sofa. How can she leave without touching her buttocks?

When he was seven years old, Xiaojin and Xiaoyu were less than four years old, Li Biyun's patience finally reached the limit. He wanted to draw a clear line with Mo Yannan. His memory at that time was surprisingly clear. He remembered that the couple's relationship became more and more indifferent during that time. Li Biyun changed from making a lot of noise, to being sarcastic, and then to turning a blind eye to the family, Even after a divorce agreement was taken, Mo Yannan seemed to have an expression and an action during the long process. He was numb and helpless to bear her anger. He sat in a corner of the sofa and watched her performance after performance.

There will always be a sentence in my mouth: "I'm sorry for you."

This line has not changed, Mo Congxin said, repeater is not loyal to his duty.

Later, when Li Biyun took the strange man's hand and left with his luggage, Mo Yannan also looked at him blankly and followed him far away. Xiaojin was young and didn't understand why his mother suddenly left. He caught up with a little girl who didn't hold her hand and was still wearing a sheep's horn braid. She tightly grasped Li Biyun's corner and raised her face, Foolishly asked: "Mom, mom, what are you doing?"

The strange man's face suddenly became not so good-looking. Li Biyun slightly turned his head. Mo can still remember the noble, elegant, exquisite and tasteful mother's face. She looked at her own flesh and blood like a stumbling block.

There are all kinds of strange things in the world. The old man said that tiger poison does not eat children... Li Biyun always wanted to be different, so she finally succeeded in doing it, and lost one's instinct as a mother.

Xiaojin's little hand is broken off, and the once flesh and blood people no longer look at her. The girl looks back at her father who wants to talk but stops, and at the direction of her mother's going away, and finally cries out loud.

At that time, Mo Cong decided to look down on the useless man around him.

There are three brothers and sisters. They are all children without parents.

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Mo Cong went downstairs and looked up. The light in Anjie's study was still on. The new neighbor moved here for nearly two months. He probably knew the law of this man's life. He didn't get up too early in the morning. Sometimes he didn't have time to eat breakfast. He went to bed very late at night. The light in Anjie's study was usually on until the middle of the night. He didn't know whether he was reading or working as a translator.

I don't know why, the way Anjie looks at him always makes him feel uncomfortable. It's a kind of condescending expression. Every time he rings the doorbell of Anjie, the first sentence he can't help saying is "what's wrong". It's like a person who takes himself as an elder, with some kind of connivance, affirms that others are coming to him for help.

Mo Cong doesn't know why a young man who hasn't graduated from high school will give him such a feeling. Today, I left Xiaoyu with this man for a while. Anjie didn't ask anything, but with some kind of unspoken tolerance and relief... The kind of look that his father should have had in his childhood, which he had imagined many times and dreamed of.

But that was many years ago.

Don't fasten his coat. He has something to do.

Cao Bing robbed the fourth brother of his business some time ago. Everyone in the street knows that everyone has a set of gossip in his heart. He doesn't know how many pairs of eyes are staring at the excitement of the fourth brother. Cao Bing's arrogance is a bit arrogant, but then again, he does have the ability to be arrogant. Now it's clear that behind him is Chen Fugui.

Zhai Haidong, an old cannon, pretends to eat and recite Buddhism all day long, and his business is not little.

In the past two years, he had broken up with the American foreign devil Chen Fugui. Chen Fugui, as an imported variety evolved from white monkey, is not named Chen Fugui. Lao Wang Badan is involved in all kinds of weapons and drugs. He has made a lot of money in China over the years, claiming that he has fallen in love with this land and has to have a name with Chinese characteristics.

To tell you the truth, Chen Fugui, a name full of local flavor, is really popular with him. The old people are more and more powerful, their hearts are more and more black, and their hands are more and more fierce. As soon as he has the opportunity, he shows off the good luck brought by his close to the local culture, saying that it is much easier to use than the Jesus God.

Mo Cong sometimes thinks unkindly that the name of Chen Fugui is not typical, so he has always let Zhai laopao take the lead over the years. If he wants to be closer to the local people, maybe now the number one bully in the capital will not be Zhai laopao. For example, he can be called Chen gousheng.

The foreign devils can't beat the local devils, so they can only seek a win-win situation in accordance with the new international concepts. Unfortunately, Zhai laopao doesn't give any respect, saying that he is good is good.

As a result, I don't know how old Chen Jiu took a fancy to Cao Bing.

Cao Bing is very good. This time, the salted fish turned over. He wanted to pick up the rain with his nose every day. The dog's paws were very irregular. He said that he would pick up whoever he picked up. He was cruel to others and to his own people. The old mouse had been in his hands for many years, and the old things were useless. He gambled a few times and made a lot of money. When people were poor and crazy, they were brave and didn't cheat on Cao Bing's account.

Some time ago, he was finally discovered. Cao Bing turned around and forced people to die. Only then did the old mouse find his fourth brother.

The old mouse followed Cao Bing for such a long time. It's said that he held several handles that could kill Cao Bing. People now have different opinions about what the old rat is.

The knife fell out of his own hand... Now he pushed it into the fourth brother's hand.

Mo Cong stood by the side of the road, with his hands against the wind, lit a cigarette, and took a long breath. His action was pure extreme, and he was obviously not a novice.

He didn't have to wait long. A Toyota stopped by the side of the road. There was a bald man inside. When he saw Mo Cong, he respectfully opened the door for him and called out: "black brother."

Don't nod and get into the car.

Bald start engine, don't hurry to spit out a puff of smoke: "give me a few circles, whatever you do."

Baldness looked at him in the rearview mirror: "what's the matter?"

"I always feel that someone is following me," Mo said. He pinched his eyebrows and his face was a little tired. "Maybe I'm allergic, but insurance is more important."

Baldness answered. The "prime minister in black" behind the fourth brother had heard of him for a long time. He was very insidious and calculating. At the beginning, when I was lucky to see him, I really scared him. I never thought that the shadow like "black clothes" was such a young man who wanted to have no hair yet.

But such a young man, let Cobra four elder brothers all obey.

"Black brother, fourth brother, let me tell you, old mouse wants to see you again today..."

"No see." Don't rush to think don't want to give blocked back, "I don't have time."

"Oh," the bald man said, "that... Old mouse..."

Mo hastily pause for a while, low opening: "look for a person, what he wants to ignore him."

"He is not Cao Bing..."

Don't rush to throw down the cigarette end and twist it out with your feet, no matter whether it's in the car or not, or whether there's a carpet under your feet: "you don't have to worry, just do as I say."

This farce, fourth brother and Cao Bing think Zhai laopao is a soy sauce player... Mo Cong shakes his head, who is in the Bureau, is really uncertain.