The town committee building has been in a while. The three buildings in the second courtyard are separated from each other, and there is a wooden corridor in the middle. Even if you are barefoot, you can hear dull sounds when you walk on it. Wu Pu likes to hear the grievances of the wooden corridor. In those years when he was ignorant of the world, he was able to play alone in this tasteless muffled sound all day.

The uncles and aunts in the building all said that this was a strange child and a good child who was not worried about it. At that time, the father always took a break from his busy schedule and walked out of the office on the third floor, then looked at his son who was happy in the game he directed, and then walked back with satisfaction.

There is an inappropriate gap on the carving railing at the end of the second floor corridor. When you look closer, there is a dark and different color on the black-green paint surface.

"I didn't expect you to be still there!" Wu Pu smiled so much nostalgic.

When he was six years old, he practiced somersaults on the corridor. But he turned over his strength and his forehead was unbiased and knocked the green cypress wood that could not touch the rings. His forehead was also broken, and the blood flowed out on the carved railing, slowly turning into this dark color.

Touching the carved railing, Wu Puyi thought of the interesting things he had when he was a child, and looked up at the third floor habitually, and saw a shadow hiding quickly behind an eaves pillar.

"Dad!" The heart was like a guqin piled up for many years. A string suddenly trembled inexplicably. At the same time, a trace of hard notes swept out. Wu Pu's eyes twitched suddenly, and a wet mark hung on the corners of his eyes.

Although it was just a short glance, there was no way to tell the figure that remembered for many years. So he quickly ran up the third floor and looked at the thin man with a stubble face. He smiled, smiling happily and extremely presumptuously.

Wu Pu smiled on his face, but his heart was filled with waves. He thought his father was determined to leave, but then he realized that this peaceful literati was also confused and reluctant to leave. Otherwise, why did he look at the corridor on the second floor for a long time?

He was saying goodbye, saying goodbye to his son. He didn't have the courage to face his wife and children's funerals, so he treated the place where his son played since childhood as the last comfort before his separation, and talked to express his reluctance to leave.

As he thought about his father's heart bit by bit, Wu Pu laughed more and more happily. However, the soul in his chest containing the soul of thirty-year-old was unable to stop the sourness behind the laughter. A drop of tears slid out of his eyes, followed by the second and third... Finally, he cried out, but he still did not stop the smile on his face. They were opening and closing like daisies with the morning dew.

"Dad, I haven't eaten the food you cooked for a long time, so I can't help it, so I'll ask if you'll go home tonight."

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"What do you look like in a dress-" Wu Anqing tried his best to stretch his facial muscles, but it was really difficult to squeeze out a smile or a slight other emotion to hide his panic at this moment. He had to turn his face away, pretend to be angry and ask, and then prepare to go back to the office.

Wu Pu followed, squeezed in the wrong way, blocked his father, and said, "I just went to play a game, but I didn't have time to go home to change my clothes. Dad, I really want to eat the food you cooked, just like I haven't eaten it for more than ten years. Are you going home tonight?"

Wu Anqing's heart trembled, and his chin, which had not been taken care of for several days, couldn't help but tremble a few times. His eyes glanced on his son's face, but he immediately left. He saw a trace of desolation that seemed to have experienced all the world. The remembrance that should have been seen when he was silenced was hidden, but it really appeared in his son's eyes, which surprised him inexplicably.

He had no doubt that his wife, who was sleeping in the same bed, could sense his farewell intention, but the inexplicable words his son ran away and said frightened him.

Who doesn't want to live for a long time, but what after you live? But the burden of three million will drag down this family. He dared not imagine what kind of tragic situation a family with debts would turn into. He couldn't bear to think about it or see such an ending, so he had to die to get rid of all this.

So he tried his best to hide his reluctance. He was afraid that he would be more panicked in his heart when he looked at his son more. He was even more afraid that the panic would make him want to retreat and bring him greater disaster to his wife and children. So he continued to pretend to be angry and shouted in a deep voice: "Go home and take a shower and change clothes, dress up like a second **, what do you think?"

The father's concealment could not be hidden from Wu Pu. His soul traveled through two lives and he had already known the cause and effect of the matter, so in his father's low voice, he felt a burst of pain spreading in his heart.

My father was a weak scholar. He entered the officialdom at the age of 20. Without the help of the Niu family, he worked alone for fifteen years to gain his current status. This was an extremely difficult process. In his father's opinion, his achievements were the foundation of family stability, and his integrity was also the capital for his wife and children to feel glorious. Now that his life has flaws, he naturally has to bear it with all his strength and cut off the possible verbal measures for others to give to his wife and children.

For a literati with a traditional personality, this simple thinking pattern is not surprising.

During the fifteen years of living alone in his previous life, Wu Pu carefully analyzed the personality of people like his father, but he often shook his head. This almost pedantic thinking pattern ruined his and his mother's life, but he couldn't hold a grudge at all. Instead, he missed his father much more than his mother.

After coming out of Aunt Lin's shop and accepting the reality of rebirth, he ran towards the place where his father was without thinking, but not because his father would commit suicide this evening, but subconsciously, what he thought of first was this pedantic literary father walking in the officialdom, not his mother.

He shook his head helplessly and smiled at his father. Wu Pu spread his hand and handed out the lottery ticket he had in his hand, "Dad, I'll give it to you. You can consult according to the phone number above later. I heard that he seems to have won the prize."

Wu Anqing's eyes did not have too obvious fluctuations, but in fact, there was a storm in his heart. Before he died, he did not have the courage to go home and look at his wife and children for the last time, but he did not expect his son to come running by himself. In addition to guilt, he secretly made up his mind that this was the last thing his son asked him to do, and he must do it perfectly. Although he didn't believe that his son was so lucky to win the prize.

"If it's okay, I'll go back to change my clothes." Wu Pu turned around and walked a few steps, stopped again, turned his back to Wu Anqing, and said, "Dad, I'll go buy vegetables and cook later. I'll come back early in the evening. I'll wait for you with my mother."

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It was not until his son's figure faded out of his sight that Wu Anqing turned around and returned to his desk. The thick desk was made of rosewood. A hundred years later, but it had no trace of time left on its body, and it was still solid. On the desk, a stack of thick white and red grid notes were right at hand. On the first page, two extremely vigorous small pen calligraphy - suicide notes were written.

His eyes fell on the notes, and Wu Anqing looked gloomy and sighed a long time later. After a while, he carefully spread the lottery ticket given by his son in front of him, and then dialed it according to the number above.

Lottery is not a new thing, so many people have invested in the town committee compound on a regular basis. Wu Anqing is not interested in this. He does not believe in the fact that pie falls from the sky. He listens to the voices on the phone so seriously, just because this is the last thing he can do for his son before he dies, and there is nothing else.

The female voice on the phone was fresh and beautiful. According to her prompt, Wu Anqing pressed the number step by step, and finally reached the last step. His eyes fell on the lottery, but his expression slowly froze...

The female voice on the phone reported the winning number twice in a row, but he had not come back to his senses for a long time and maintained the posture of listening to the phone for more than ten minutes. After that, he suddenly trembled, and his eyes fell on the lottery again, but he became shocked, as if he was a devout worshiper suddenly saw the legendary holy light.
Chapter completed!