Chapter 4 I will never cry

"Uncle Luo?"

A trace of astonishment flashed in Zhang Feng's eyes, and he searched in his memory, and it did not affect the man who claimed to be his Uncle Luo in front of him.

"Hey, Uncle Luo, I thought you are a big shot from the first time I saw you, You must be very busy, so I won't bother you. You can just let me go out as if I was a fart!" Zhang Feng's body slowly turned towards him. Backing away, when he just woke up, he had already determined the location of the entrance by stealing a glance around the room.

The middle-aged man did not stop him, and his rigid face barely squeezed a smile, but he still looked very stiff, "As long as you can get out of this room, I will definitely not stop you."

Hearing what he said, Zhang Feng heart raced. Could there be any mechanism in this room?

Slowly turning the doorknob to open the door, he just took a step forward, and he drew back in frustration, and sat down in the original chair again.

"Uncle Luo, what did you bring me here for? A fancy dress party? Or cosplay?"

The reason for saying this is because when Zhang Feng opened the door and saw a group of heavily armed soldiers with live ammunition and paint on their faces that stood in a line at the gate, each one looking cold and murderous, as if Zhang Feng owed them money.

Seeing that the middle-aged man with the Chinese clothes in front of him did not speak, Zhang Feng squinted his eyes to look at him, wondering in his heart whether he should hold him as a hostage or not so that the people outside will let him go.

But there is another question, will he be his opponent?

"You want to hold as an hostage ?You can try it."

Hearing this, Zhang Feng was shocked, because his thoughts were actually seen through! Wandering on the streets of society since he was a child, he has already learned to hide his true inner thoughts, but now he was seen through at a glance, how could he not be surprised.

This is like a prostitute wearing a high-end dress, no matter how dressed, she looks naked to the client.

Licking his lips embarrassingly, Zhang Feng smiled and said, "Uncle Luo, what are you talking about? How could I have such thoughts? Besides, you are a tall, mighty, and extraordinary person, I can't be your opponent either."

Hearing Zhang Feng's shameless flattery, there was a rare smile on Uncle Luo's rigid face, but it was fleeting and his face returned back to normal.

" you are the most shameless person I have ever seen."

Hearing such an accurate evaluation, Zhang Feng was not ashamed but proud. He left his chair with a grinning face ,He took out the inferior cigarettes from his pocket and lit it on his mouth. Uncle grinned, and the thick smoke coming out from his mouth suddenly sprayed at him.

The corner of Uncle Luo's mouth twitched slightly, his hand pushed the table in front of him, and his body retreated suddenly, but a small amount of smoke was still inhaled in his mouth and nose, and he suddenly felt his body become numb.

Seeing Uncle Luo's move, Zhang Feng patted the table with one hand. His body squatting on the chair suddenly rushed towards Uncle Luo who was going back.

His hands were raised up in the shape of v , like a scissor hand that a girl gestured when taking pictures, but his target was Uncle Luo's eyes.

What Zhang Feng dislikes the most is being passive, he likes being active .Even if Uncle Luo saw through his mind, he did not give up the idea of holding the other party hostage.

There are two specially made cigarettes in the cigarette case, and the smoke can make an elephant drunk.

The corners of Uncle Luo's mouth twitched, and he secretly said in his heart that why was the father and son the same.

"You are still a bit too tender!"

Uncle Luo's body suddenly violently rose from the stool and pulled out one foot to meet Zhang Feng. The latter felt a foot in front of him. He could not react at all he could not dodge and felt a sharp pain on his face, and his body flew out and fell. He fell on the table and made a loud noise, and then his inertia led him to glide and then fell to the floor.

Zhang Feng, who was beaten and , wanted to get up, he could hear the sound of "Da Da Da" leather shoes stepping on the floor from far and near, shaking his head vigorously, he slightly looked up and saw Uncle Luo standing in front of him.

"Zhang Feng, if you want to know what happened to your father, call me within three days."

Hearing these words, Zhang Feng felt a pain in his neck, he lost consciousness and fainted.

...

Zhang Feng slowly opened his eyes and sat up suddenly.

Before he could observe where he was, he rummaged his pocket frantically, and finally found a note in his trouser pocket with the word'Luo' and a phone number written on it.

He stared blankly, his hands trembling.

"father?"

This word is familiar and unfamiliar to Zhang Feng! There is a vague influence on his father in his memory, but he can't grasp it.

He suddenly folded the notes into a ball and threw it out with all his strength.

"Why does everyone have a father, but I don't? Why?"

His cheeks felt slightly moist, Zhang Feng raised his hand to touch his face and it felt moist.

"I cried?"

He clearly remembered how many years since he had last cried.

At the age of eleven, he stood unkempt from the bright windows of a fast food restaurant after two days, watching the people inside feasting, swallowing fiercely, imagining the taste of food chewing in his mouth.

"Give you..."

An older child handed over the remaining half of his hamburger.

Zhang Feng was very hungry and didn't know how to refuse. He was very exhausted and reached out to take it. But he grabbed an empty space, half of the burger was on his face, and the salad dressing in the middle was mixed into his eyes, causing a fiery pain.

"Hahaha..." A sharp and harsh laughter sounded, and the older child pushed the confused Zhang Feng to the ground, lifted his foot on Zhang Feng's hamburger face, and screamed while laughing : "Little beggar, I'll help you eat it, hahaha, good, good, good! Quack, swallow it all!..."

Lie down on the street, his skinny cheeks were mixed with hamburger residue and black soles of shoes, and his thin eyes were too large to look at the sky.

Tears went down from the corners of his eyes, and he lifted his thin, slender arms to wipe away the tears from his eyes, and slowly climbed up from the cold ground.

"I, Zhang Feng, won't cry again! I won't be bullied anymore!"

"Patter!"

The sound of a drawing board falling to the ground pulled Zhang Feng from his memories back to reality.

Looking coldly in the direction of the sound, he saw a young girl standing there timidly!