Spare Tire is Gone

In August, Haicheng was hot and stuffy, and the white dangling sun shone on the road in the afternoon, fainting layers of heat waves, distorting the outlines of passing vehicles.

The orange sports car drove across the newly re-asphalted road, turned right at the intersection, and drove towards Hanbei District, the most remote area of ​​Haicheng.

In the sports car, Shen Jia in the driver's seat took off the Bluetooth headset and looked at Qi Cong who was always frowning in the front passenger seat and looking out the window of the car. His gaze swept across Qi Cong's pale lips and overly thin face, thinking that his friend was on the phone just now. What he said, he hesitated for a while, calling out: "Brother Sun."

Qi Cong immediately retracted his gaze from the car window and looked at Shen Jia: "Did you inquire?"

"I have some news." Shen Jia considered the words. "I asked a friend who grew up in Wenhua District to ask. He said that three years ago, there was indeed a person named Gu Xun who was playing in a coffee shop on Huaibei Street. Passed a job, but just before and after your accident, that person resigned. It is said that he left the country."

Qi Cong was startled, then frowned: "Are you abroad?"

"Well. After the demolition and reconstruction of Wenhua District is completed, some of the original shop owners have returned to open shops. This news was obtained from the two old shopkeepers. It should not be wrong."

Go abroad.

Qi Cong slowly leaned back into the chair.

Gu Xun, a poor child who came up from the countryside and worked hard while reporting to adult college to promote himself, where can the money go abroad? What is he doing abroad, can't he learn it?

"Brother Song, can I ask, who is Gu Xun?"

Qi Cong returned to his senses and looked at Shen Jia who was cautious, his mouth opened, but he didn't know what to say.

In fact, his mind is still chaotic, and he has no real sense of everything around him.

Two days ago, he woke up in the single ward of the city hospital, and as soon as he opened his eyes, he was scolded by the red-haired young Shen Jia grabbing his collar and red eyes.

He was confused and talked with Shen Jiaji for a long time, and then both were dumbfounded. Both found that something was wrong with each other, so they calmed down and chatted with each other, and then he became even more confused, and Shen Jia immediately called the doctor.

After a mess of examination and inquiry communication, he learned three things from Shen Jia and the doctor.

Now is 2020, not 2017 in his memory.

He has just been rescued from gas poisoning.

He lost his memory for three years.

In his cognition, he just went to bed normally last night, and then woke up normally this morning. But in fact, three years have passed, and many, many things have happened during this period, but he forgot.

Forgetting one sentence, stole him three years of time.

He wanted to convince himself that all this was just a joke, a prank, or an illusion, but the skinny self in the mirror, a certain number that became an empty number, and the living Shen Jia, whose temperament, body shape, and appearance had changed drastically, let him He can't deceive himself or others at all.

He really slept from the late spring of 2017 to the midsummer of 2020.

"Brother Sun?"

Qi Cong withdrew his thoughts, did not want to answer Shen Jia's question, simply changed the subject, looked at the increasingly strange scene outside the car, and asked, "Where is this? Didn't you say you want to take me home?"

Shen Jia's reaction to this was strange. He avoided his sight and tightened the steering wheel. When an old community appeared in front of him, he suddenly turned the steering wheel and parked the car on the side of the street.

Qi Cong frowned and looked at Shen Jia: "Jia Jia?"

"Brother Song, I actually have something to confess to you... You have been asking my uncles and aunts how well the past three years have been. At that time, I was afraid of irritating you, so I lied."

Qi Cong had never seen Shen Jia show such a heavy and embarrassed expression. The trace of something wrong that had been faintly noticed before was infinitely magnified, and his heart sank.

He sat up unconsciously and asked, "What lie?"

Shen Jia took a deep breath and spit it out, took a quick look at Qi Cong, and quickly said with an attitude of premature death and birth, "You are indeed hospitalized because of gas poisoning, but you turned on the gas yourself. When I came to the door, you still put it by your side. With a suicide note."

"Brother Sun, you didn't accidentally poisoned gas, but committed suicide."

"You committed suicide for a man."

"For him, you gave up the postgraduate entrance examination, lost your major, went to work as a cheap laborer for that man for three years, and secretly dug the resources at home to feed him."

"You have been making trouble for two full years. Your company is in a critical period of transformation. How can it withstand your consumption and toss."

"At the beginning of this year, your furniture company... officially declared bankruptcy."

"Brother Sun, the uncles and aunts have had a bad time for the past six months. After your family went bankrupt, the auntie was ill for two months, and it didn't get better until last month."

"They live in the previous community and make a living by selling small furniture. The community is very old and the lighting is poor. The uncle and aunt still live on the first floor, even more-Brother Song?"

Qi Cong did not listen to Shen Jia's words. When Shen Jia said, "They live in the front community", he couldn't help but push the door and get out of the car, and ran towards the front community in strides. past.

The heat wave of midsummer swept through, but Qi Cong's palm was sweating. My heart beats very fast, and my brain buzzes, I don't know whether it is angry or sunburned.

He and Qi Cong, for a man, caused his parents to go bankrupt in the middle age, and his mother is still sick?

Suicide?

A huge sense of absurdity rose from the bottom of his heart, and Qi Cong bit his mouth tightly and looked towards the community ahead.

The seventh floor is a typical old residential building from the 1980s, with mottled gray-black walls and narrow and broken windows. There shouldn't be many households inside, and it was a rough sweep, only a few had clothes drying on the balconies.

The small villa that has lived with Qi's family for more than ten years is simply a far cry.

Qi Cong remembered his mother's body, even though he was afraid of heat and cold, and could not stand the tossing body at all, he took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.

Seeing is believing, seeing is believing.

He ran into the wide open iron courtyard gate of the community at the fastest speed. During this period, because of his anxiety, he almost ran into an electric tricycle driving out of the community.

"Brother Sun!"

Shen Jia drove up to catch up.

Qi Cong ignored the two old residential buildings next to him, and ran towards the first floor of one of them.

Upon seeing this, Shen Jia hurriedly shouted: "It's another building, 102!"

Qi Cong braked sharply, turned his head and ran towards the other building.

Shen Jia was anxious, waited for the electric tricycle to pass by and immediately drove the car into the community, randomly found an open space to stop the car, got out of the car and chased Qi Cong.

The residential building was too old, and there was no security door at the entrance of the corridor. Qi Cong entered the building unimpeded and went up a few steps. Through the broken and mottled signs on the wall, he found 102, and he wanted to knock on the door.

"I heard that Xiao Cong's credit card has owed almost 800,000."

Qi Cong's raised arm froze, and he raised his eyes to look at the wooden door that was not soundproof at all, frowning fiercely.

This voice... Uncle Xiaobiao?

"Sister Si, it's not that I want to take advantage of the fire, I also think about Xiao Cong. He is still young, if he is on the list of dishonesty because he still hasn't made the money, even if he is ruined in this life, which unit will dare to ask him in the future?"

Shen Jia ran in and saw Qi Cong still at the door, wondering: "Brother Cong, what are you—"

Qi Cong stretched out his hand to stop Shen Jia, motioned him not to speak, and looked at the door again, his eyebrows already sinking.

Youdao female voice answered, but because her voice was too low, she couldn't hear the specific content outside the house.

"Sister Si, don't be angry, you are just such a child, can you really let him fend for himself? If you can really do it, you won't stay here. Everyone is a relative, you don't need to be with me anymore. The front is strong. Fourth sister, Miki has gone bankrupt, and you and Lao Lin currently have no capital to go back to the east. What is the use of holding this trademark? It is better to sell it and help Xiao Cong pay it back. Your family will be safe and sound. Live."

This time it was a gentle male voice with a hint of restrained anger in his tone: "But 600,000 is too little. The initial estimate of this trademark is 1.5 million. If it goes to auction, it will be fine. Can be higher."

"It's a lot. I'm cash money, and I can give it to you right away. Xiao Cong can't wait for someone to pay the bill. And I'm the Qi family, and the brand that our Qi family puts together is more appropriate to sell to our own family, you say What?"

Shen Jia also heard the words in the house, and his eyes widened: "Trademark? That is the aunt who asked me to buy it when your house went bankrupt, saying that it would be left to you—"

Qi Cong suddenly raised his hand and patted the door again.

Seeing that Qi Cong's expression was wrong, Shen Jia shut up.

The door claps interrupted the conversation in the house. After a few seconds, the gentle male voice approached with the sound of footsteps: "Here is here, where is it—"

The door opened, and a gentle and elegant middle-aged man appeared behind the door.

Qi Cong looked at the stepfather who appeared behind the door, his eyes touched his gray hair and his face that was at least five years old compared to "yesterday". The last trace of luck in his heart disappeared, his nose suddenly sour, but his face was squeezed out. A smile said: "Dad, it's me, I'm back."

Lin Hui inside the door stared blankly at Qi Cong but didn't answer.

"Dad, where's mom?"

Lin Hui returned to his senses and turned away. He was not happy. On the contrary, he appeared a little cautious: "Your mother is here, you... Your mother hasn't rested well in the past few days, don't..."

Qi Cong felt like a stone was blocked in his heart. How absurd he must have been in the past three years to let his stepfather show such an attitude.

He secretly squeezed one palm of his hand, pinched his nails deeply into the flesh, suppressed his emotions with pain, then stretched out his hand to pull Shen Jia next to him, and continued: "Dad, I also called Jia Jia to come. A few years ago, it was I'm not sensible, I know I was wrong. This time I came back to tell you that the money I owed has been paid off, and I plan to do business with Jiajia and start from scratch. Dad, I will work hard this time to let you and mom Live a good life again."

Shen Jia was dumbfounded and looked sideways at Qi Cong.

Qi Cong pinched Shen Jia's arm by grasping Shen Jia.

Shen Jia reacted and turned his head to look at Lin Hui, agreeing: "Yes, uncle, brother Cong really knew it was wrong this time. We also said that he will follow me...go..."

Shen Jia hesitated, and then aimed at Qi Cong.

Qi Cong's hand that pinched Shen Jia's arm increased his strength.

"...To make a lot of money!" Shen Jia looked at Lin Hui again, "Uncle, you also know that if you do my job, if you mix well, you can easily earn seven figures a year! Brother Song will definitely make you and Auntie has a good life again."

Qi Cong frowned without a trace.

Seven digits? Didn't Shen Jia study interior design? What design work can earn seven figures a year now?

A thin figure appeared behind Lin Hui. She stretched out her hand to completely open the half-open door, took a look at Qi Cong, and said, "Come in first, what does it look like standing at the door and talking."

Qi Cong's attention fell immediately after Qi Yin appeared. His gaze swept from Qi Yin's hastily tied hair after cutting it short, to her yellowish and thin face, and finally fixed his gaze on the corner of her eye which was covered with fine lines.

Is this his mother who is always well-dressed, plump, and well-maintained?

When facing Lin Hui, the disguise he could still make was easily broken. Qi Cong bit his lip before suppressing the sound of almost gaffe, his apple swiftly rolled a few times and whispered: "Mom."

Qi Yin glanced at Qi Cong again, turned around and walked into the house without answering.

Instead, Lin Hui took the initiative and patted Qi Cong's shoulder lightly: "Just come back...Come in, Jiajia also come in quickly."

"Thank you Dad." Qi Cong sorted out his emotions and obediently followed Lin Hui's greeting and entered the door.

In the narrow and old living room, a tall, fat middle-aged man sits on the wooden sofa in the middle. Seeing Qi Cong entering the door, he immediately put on a disapproval look and said, "Xiao Cong, you can't always be so ignorant. When you have no money, you will come back and pretend to apologize and cheat your parents’ pension money, neither of your parents. easy."

Chi Yin stopped when he was about to sit on the sofa.

Qi Cong’s full-hearted tumbling emotions instantly cooled, and he looked at the other party and said coldly, “Uncle Biao, it turns out that you are also there. You are right. My parents are really not easy. Then you took it from my mother on the grounds of repairing the ancestral grave. Can the half-million cheated be returned to my mother?"

Qi Yin was taken aback for a moment, then suddenly turned his head to look at Qi Cong.