Growing up and entering the society with disapproval, they are just like everyone else. As for their parents, they also believe in it with disapproval. This belief has almost become a transparent faith that cannot be seen or touched, or that no one has.

What I really noticed is that this is how the child should grow up...it's logical...

Why can parents be so calm? I think when they look around and review their own growth process, except... everyone has grown up like this! Apart from that, they can't find anything special.

Of course, Zhu Xiaoming still thinks that his father and mother must love him.

Insecurity and loneliness are mostly your own problems.

So when the police asked him what he was talking about, Zhu Xiaoming hesitated nervously. He obviously didn't do anything wrong, but because he was too nervous, the police also became suspicious.

"Are you a local from Zhuanhai?" the policeman asked.

"Yes, it is."

The policeman took out a black object from his pocket. It was about the size of an old-fashioned mobile phone from the 1990s and like a QR code scanner used in convenience stores to collect cash. "Do you have your ID card with you? Take it out and take a look," the policeman said.

"Is... ID card?" Zhu Xiaoming started to look for his ID card in a hurry. At this time, the QQ group rang several times in a row. He glanced at it hurriedly and started to look through his briefcase again. He took the subway.

Passers-by looked here from time to time, and Zhu Xiaoming could feel every glance.

He could even hear someone whispering, "It looks like the bad guy has been caught."

"Isn't there a human trafficker wanted recently? Have you seen the photo?"

"It seems like this is the person."

These sounds were mixed in the complicated sounds of the subway station, but Zhu Xiaoming's ears heard them clearly.

He didn't understand why people always liked to talk behind another person's back and never lowered their voices.

"Where's the ID card? Can you find it?" the policeman urged. His attitude seemed quite friendly, but his tone made Zhu Xiaoming even more nervous than before.

"Bring it, bring it, wait a moment."

Is it all your fault that you look disgusting?

There were not many things in the briefcase, and for some reason the ID card was not in the place that Zhu Xiaoming originally remembered. He could only say embarrassedly, "Wait a minute, I must have brought it out. I'll look for it, and then look for it again."

"

The policeman's face suddenly thawed out as if it was overly frozen. He suppressed a smile and wondered what was going on with this person's voice. It sounded like a little girl who hadn't grown up yet, which was completely incompatible with this face.

"What's going on with your voice?" the policeman couldn't help but be curious.

Zhu Xiaoming bit his lip firmly, beads of sweat broke out on his forehead, and he almost dropped his phone on the ground. After handing his ID card to the police, he decided not to say a word.

The inspection only took a few seconds, and the police said again, "Put on your mask, it's okay."

Zhu Xiaoming wanted to complain a bit about what was going on, but when he thought of his own voice, he suddenly became serious and puffed out his chest. In an instant, he felt super powerful.

The policeman saluted and left without looking at him again. Zhu Xiaoming immediately looked like a deflated ball, listless.

I have obviously earned some face, but I can’t laugh at all. This is not the first time. Public security in Haihai is very good, but it is common for police to check ID cards at any time. Most people may not encounter this once or twice in their lives.

Zhu Xiaoming encountered it every week when he was suddenly stopped by the police while walking on the road, asking to check his ID and prove his identity. The most troublesome thing was being suddenly stopped in the morning before going to work. This kind of thing was always a bit annoying.

After passing the security check and entering the station, while waiting for the subway, Zhu Xiaoming had time to take a good look at the new news in the class group. When he saw it, he was instantly unhappy and his scalp was numb, as if it was stuck in his throat.

"Are they all here?"

"There is another person."

"Is it Xiao Ming?"

"who?"

"that......"

"Are you talking about a sissy? Is he in the group? I haven't had much contact with him since graduation."

"Does anyone have any news about him?"

"The number of people in the group seems to be correct. They are all in the group. It can't be..."

The memories of the past, accompanied by the roar of the subway entering the station, deeply dragged Zhu Xiaoming into the abyss of pain and helplessness. His legs suddenly became weak. It was not until the person behind him gently pushed his back that he walked in like a zombie.

train compartment.

The world has become frozen again. The frozen passengers, frozen subway advertisements, frozen crowded air, and the rain with the cold spring in May stick to the ends of women's hair and solidify into all the unfriendliness of the world.

.

He didn't dare to look at his phone or see how everyone would discuss him. He could already guess what his classmates would say behind his back, calling him dirty and saying that he should never touch the chair he sat on. They would remind him to transfer to another school.

The girl who came said, "Be careful, don't go near the back of the classroom. If you touch that place, it will get dirty."

The girl had just arrived, but for some reason she believed other people's words so much that she blacklisted him without even saying a word to Zhu Xiaoming.

Why do you still pay attention to what students say, even if they are such unfriendly classmates, and why do you still feel upset and upset by their remarks decades later?

Zhu Xiaoming guessed that these problems must come from himself, because he was born with a fierce look and could not laugh, so he was hated by others. It seemed unreasonable, but it was true.

People who can understand him are probably not born yet. Even if he finally works up the courage to go to the hospital, it is really difficult to hold out any hope. Thinking of this, Zhu Xiaoming doesn't feel guilty about not going to the hospital for a follow-up visit today.

He let himself go, and told himself that if he didn't want to go, he wouldn't go. Maybe becoming a smiling person wouldn't necessarily change his life.

What does life need to become to be better?

Luo Yang also wanted to ask Muchun the same question. In his opinion, he recommended Zhu Xiaoming to visit Muchun. He didn't think too much about it at first. He just thought it was a pity that Zhu Xiaoming left the prison system. There were not many such talents.

have to.

"The training class in Fengchuan Prison is next Thursday morning," Muchun said lazily.

"Isn't Dr. Mu off work yet?"

"It's time to get off work."

Listening to Muchun's lazy tone, Luo Yang thought that Muchun was probably taking a rest, so he chatted about the introduction of Zhu Xiaoming to Huayuanqiao Community Hospital.

He also said happily, "The Department of Psychosomatics is definitely the most famous in Huayuanqiao Community Health Center."

"Hmm...it seems there is no such patient."

"What?"

Did Zhu Xiaoming never come to the hospital?

"Did you not figure it out? Or did you call the wrong clinic?" Luo Yang became anxious.
Chapter completed!