"Li?" The owner of the cigarette stall was also stunned. After all, he didn't know anyone with the surname Li or someone related to the word "Li".

So he quickly sat up and headed out to the street: "Hey, that guy, did you send the wrong delivery? Hello??"

He shouted, but the man was still moving forward just now, without saying a word, without any action, and without any response, and disappeared into the crowd so quickly.

"Tsk." The owner of the cigarette stand hummed helplessly, and then threw the letter to the corner of the counter. On such a rainy day, he had no intention of chasing it out in the rain, and he had no intention of opening the letter. It was estimated that in a few days, the sender who was a little confused would find that he had gotten the wrong place, and then came back anxiously to ask him for it.

So, just put it there.

Thinking of this, the owner of the cigarette stall lay down on the sofa chair, closed his eyes, and then became confused.

Before I knew it, the day was coming. At 5 pm, Xiaoyu still didn't stop. A bicycle came to the back of the cigarette stand. The rider casually leaned the bicycle against the wall and walked into the cigarette stand.

In this era, except for those poor people at the bottom, few people can ride bicycles, and even the Yefei tribe and bicycle enthusiasts of the past disappeared. Therefore, it is easy to explain that this cyclist wearing a school uniform from Linghuang Middle School. After all, it is impossible for such families to pay their children the tuition for online courses.

"Bang~" The back door was closed heavily. The owner of the cigarette stall changed his position in dissatisfaction and continued to fall asleep. He knew that it was his son who was back.

In such families, parents rarely pay attention to children's studies, love, career and other things. Because they are difficult to manage their own affairs well, and if they pay attention to and educate their children under this premise, the persuasion will be very low, and they will even be deprived of them by their children. Over time, the degree of discipline for poor children will be very low, which is also the reason why "poor children are often poor."

Of course, it does not mean that all poor children have no chance of turning back, but in this era, this possibility is very slim.

Just like the child from the owner of the cigarette stall, he is sixteen years old and attends the lowest school of Linghuang. After completing compulsory education, he might inherit his father's cigarette stall and live a gangster. He dyed golden hair, ear holes on his ears, and rode the cheapest bicycle. The only thing he could do was that he became a glorious deed of a small leader in a class in Linghuang, and the rest... nothing else...

"I'm back." After slamming the door hard, the yellow-haired child said casually. While saying that, he walked towards the cigarette stand and took a pack of cheap cigarettes from the counter... After that, he was about to turn around and walk towards his room.

Suddenly, he was stunned and his eyes stopped on a letter in the corner of the counter.

Some words seemed to be written on the letter.

"Hey, boy, come and get the cigarette again! Didn't I tell you that I have to pay for my cigarettes too!"

The boss who was spread on the sofa shouted at his child angrily, as if he was more concerned about the money of the pack of cigarettes than the child riding a bike home in the rain.

However, after clamoring, he found that the brat actually ignored him.

"Hey, I'm talking to you!" The boss shouted. Often, the paler the adult life is, the more arrogant the attitude towards their children. After all, they cannot establish their own image in life achievements, so they can only demonstrate their own force.

And if one day they get old and cannot commit domestic violence against their children, then they will lose the last trace of dignity as parents.

Huangmao ignored his father's roar, and he still looked at the letter: "Who sent it? When?"

"Ah?" My father glared: "I'll tell you about cigarettes again! Stop talking about it!"

"I'll give it to you! No need to find it!" Huangmao also angrily threw a picture on his father's chest, then reached out to take out the letter: "How did this letter come from?" he asked.

"I forgot, maybe someone gave the wrong one." The father put the money into his pocket, then closed his eyes, as if he hadn't heard about the letter and his son's questions.

Huangmao didn't say anything because he knew that no matter how much he asked, the old man in his 40s would not be able to give an answer, so he turned around and returned to his own room.

The letter reads the word "Li".

It is exactly the same as the tattoo on your shoulder. Perhaps, the sender thinks that if your child has a tattoo on his or her child that is the same as the one on the letter, then as a parent, he or she should finally think of what should he think of.

But the sender must have never expected that several months have passed and his child has an extra tattoo on his body, and as parents, they have not noticed it.

Fortunately, he did not miss the letter.

Huangmao carefully opened the letter with an address written on it.

“Midnight, 12 o’clock, the entrance of the Highway 7 tunnel.”

Huangmao frowned. He subconsciously looked at the door, then quickly got up, closed the door of his room, then took out a lighter, ignited the letter, burned it to ashes, and finally rushed into the sewer.

......

Without books, it is short, and it is soon midnight. Huangmao rode his bike to the entrance of the tunnel on Highway 7.

This is a very magical place. Although it is a highway tunnel, it has not been through the car for several years. The tunnels are filled with wild cats and homeless people.

There are no street lights and only large woods on both sides of the road, making the place where there is no light appear even more invisible. If this road is not just a straight road, he might have lost his way.

"Why is it so dark, I can't see anything clearly." Huangmao thought so, then took out his cell phone and wanted to turn on the lighting. After all, if he didn't turn on the light or something, the other party probably wouldn't see that he had arrived.

But...he just clicked on the page of his phone.

"Switch off your phone, turn it off." A voice suddenly came from behind him, scaring him so much that he didn't scream.

"Don't call me, it's me." The voice continued.

The yellow-haired turned his head, and then in the night before him, he vaguely saw a hazy figure. The figure was wearing a hood, but at this moment, he was taking off his hat.

Huangmao looked at the person in front of him in a bit incredible way. With the only light, he was able to confirm...
Chapter completed!