I wait for you to see through the scenery

Zhou Yao is finally coming back the next day.

Qu Jia had been busy all day in the Dongdaqiao shed, and was so exhausted that he didn't even get home until evening.When I got home, there was no one in the house. The cold pot was paired with a cold stove, and there was no smoke.It's deserted here today, the head of the house and the old Comrade Wang who comes to run errands every now and then are not there.

Qu Liandi was on the chopping board in the kitchen, and left him a small note: [Go out for a trip and may come back very late at night.There are pancake leftovers in the fridge, eat them warm. 】

Qu Jia looked down at the note.

It's often like this recently, the mother and son eat their own food, and they don't sleep at the same time at night.

Qu Liandi didn't tell him about this big night, where did she go, whose house did she go to visit?At that time, Qu Jia already felt that something was wrong, what happened to his mother.

He ate pancakes and leftovers from the refrigerator, and didn't even bother to heat them up, so he ate them cold.Spread some sweet noodle sauce, roll the remaining potatoes and carrots with braised pork, and eat them.When Zhou Yao was around, he was willing to make freshly baked sesame paste sugar cakes for Zhou Yao, and then sauce a piece of pork head; when Zhou Yao was not around, he was too lazy to even set up the steamer.The mood is really different.

Chewing pancakes and staring at the window in a daze, she began to think: Did Qu Liandi go to Wang Lujun'er's house?

Just like the usual few times, Lu Jun'er's father came over to cook and made it as harmonious as a family.Reciprocity is always important to be a human being. Most likely, his mother ran away to other people's house today to cook and eat.

Qu Jia was amused just thinking about it, shit, that boy Wang Lujun is probably going to eat delicious food today, and it's his turn to eat pancake leftovers.

after……

His mother has a partner, will the two families have to live like this in the future?

He ran out of battery before the pager was charged, and started calling bibi shortly after it was charged, calling out all the data of a certain chatterer who had been bibi with him all day, dripping for 1 minute, which was quite scary.

Zhou Yao hadn't arrived in Beijing yet, so he found a phone out of town and shouted at him: [I'll be there this evening!I didn't ask my dad to pick me up, shall we meet at the train station or the subway station? 】

Then he called eagerly: [You answer, where did you see? 】

[You haven't called back yet, what are you doing?Forget it, I'll go to your house to find you.No matter how late, see you at your house! 】

Qu Jia didn't have time to call back, and within 5 minutes, Zhou Yao came back.

Zhou Yao carried an oversized backpack on his shoulder and a piece of luggage in his hand, and crashed into the gate of their compound, bumping and kicking everything along the way.

"Are you really here?" Qu Jia frowned, looking at this travel-laden man from a long way away.

"It's all here!" Zhou Yao sullenly said, "Fuck you."

"Who the hell?" Qu Jia asked back.

On a hot summer day, hot sweat trickled down from the tip of Zhou Yao's hair, and then flowed into several small streams along the contours of his eyebrows, eyes and nose.

Zhou Yao couldn't say "Master, I want to fuck you" and threw his luggage on the ground: Poor boyfriend, you can do what you want!

Qu Jia bent down and picked up the luggage.

Zhou Yao shook off his sweat and pouted again. He couldn't find anyone to hug him even if he wanted to roll over and go crazy, so he kicked Qu Jia's ass in the air.

I didn't dare to volley from 40 meters away and kicked too hard, so I wiped my foot to relieve my anger.Not enough to relieve his anger, and taking advantage of the dim light in the yard, he leaned over and wiped the stinky sweat on Qu Jia's face on purpose.

"You don't go to the station to pick me up, I'm so fucking exhausted all the way." Zhou Yao complained, "I'm so mad!"

"Busy, I didn't see you call me." Qu Jia said.

"I've called you so many times since morning!" Zhou Yao said, "Are you busy picking up girls?"

"You can just go home, why are you here?" Qu Jia said.

"I..." Zhou Yao stared, "What are you talking about me? I thought a little Pekingese missed me."

"Too annoying to think about you," Qu Jia said.

Zhou Yao is about to use the coquettish way of rolling all over the floor.

With a sullen face, Qu Jia stretched out an arm silently, hooked Zhou Yao's head and neck into the crook of his arm, and turned into the door of their house...

It's been a long time, and it's too common for the two of them to kick each other's feet to vent their anger occasionally.After kicking, continue to sticky into two large conjoined twins.

Qu Jia quickly fried an omelet in a pan, then picked a few pieces of braised pork from the refrigerator for Zhou Yao, and heated it up to eat.

Zhou Yao rolled on Qu Jia's bed covered in sweat, and smelled someone's scent on the pillow, missing him very much.Then he couldn't help but get up, hugged him from behind, and lay beside the kitchen table.

"Let me just say, my Auntie Qu went on a date with Lu Jun'er's father." Zhou Yao said with a smile.

"Heh." Qu Jia was expressionless, and lowered his head to scrape the scorched egg skin on the bottom of the pot with a shovel.

"What's wrong?" Zhou Yao was also understanding, "You are unhappy, tell me."

"I'm not unhappy." Qu Jia lowered his eyes.

"There's no one at home, so I'm going on a date with you." Zhou Yao rubbed the person in front of him, carefully bypassing the part through the thin underwear, not daring to cover it directly, and then heard Qu Jia gasp and say "It's itchy, take it away."

"Are you really 'itchy'?" Zhou Yao asked, "It's so itchy that you are swollen."

"Get lost." Qu Jia turned around and smiled, "Do you eat watermelon?...a whole one, half or half?"

Now "eating watermelon" has also become a secret code. A pair of melons is divided into two scoops, and they are eaten on the table.Either you feed each other spoonful by spoonful, or you sing in antiphonal style, one sentence after another to see who can catch it first.Whoever gets stuck and can't pick it up will be fed a mouthful of melon, and then let the other party reach out from under the table to pinch it, and he is allowed to touch whatever he wants.

Zhou Yao has a good mind, but his singing is terrible, but he doesn't forget his words, so he can often take advantage of his flesh and blood.

Qu Jia is absent-minded and forgets a word from time to time, or misremembers a word. The teleprompter on the stage is prepared for singers like Qu Jia.

That night, the night was quite late, and a small rose incense candle made by Qu Jia himself was lit on the table.With a nonchalant expression on his face, Uncle Qu Jia spread his legs boldly, narrowing his slender eyes lazily and seductively...

Zhou Yao said with a smile: "You sang the wrong words on purpose, you like this!" Qu Jia tilted his head and smiled: "Yes."

Zhou Yao's arm was stretched out from under the small table, wishing that the gibbon would dig it into the big pants... This time, the door of their house made a "bang".

Mother is back.

The two of them were so sticky and too focused that they didn't pay attention to the sound of footsteps at the gate of the courtyard.Qu Jiameng raised his head to cover himself, and withdrew his lower body including the chair.The chair tipped over again.

Zhou Yao squirted out the watermelon soup in his mouth, nourished the table, quickly withdrew his hand, and "teng" stood up.

Qu Liandi was still looking down at things all the way into the house, and she stumbled on the threshold of her own house just now with a "kuang", and she wouldn't leave even if she was familiar with the road.Looking up: "Oh."

"Yo... Yaoyao is here?" Qu Liandi was also surprised.

"Why are you two with the lights turned off? It's so dark in the middle of the night?" Qu Liandi frowned.

"Auntie, let's just eat a melon. If you don't turn on the light to cool down, can you save electricity? I'll leave right away." Zhou Yao explained with a smile.

Also a little flustered, Qu Liandi didn't have time to greet or doubt anything, so she stuffed a few test sheets and kraft paper pockets back into her schoolbag.There were too many things in a hurry, and the large kraft paper bag fell to the ground without being stuffed.

Qu Jiamo looked at his mother silently.

Qu Liandi's hairline and sideburns were graying.I usually put a little effort into dyeing my hair, and I dye it at home to save money. In the past few days, I forgot to dye my hair, and I just let the strands start to turn white and mottled, which is very ugly.He probably walked in a hurry when he went out. He wore a pair of old sandals from grocery shopping, and heeled all the way back.

It would be strange if this disheveled man went on a date with Comrade Lao Wang.

"Mom, why did you go?" Qu Jia asked suddenly.

"No reason, it's a little bit of a chore to go out." Qu Liandi lowered her head to change her shoes, frowned, and simply threw the old pair of shoes out of the door, "I'll go out later, you go to bed first."

"It's so late, where are you going at night?" Qu Jia asked.I have wanted to ask for a long time.

"It's none of your business, don't ask around." Qu Liandi always communicated in a simple and rude way.

"Mom, who is sick?" Qu Jia asked.

Zhou Yao looked at Qu Jia blankly, and Qu Liandi also looked up.

Qu Jia couldn't read the receipt or the words on the pocket, but looking at the style, it was something only in the hospital.Is the large kraft paper pocket for medical records or X-rays and CT photos?He is sixteen or seventeen years old, and he has enough common sense for life.

"Are you sick?" Qu Jia stared and asked.

"Your mother is not sick." Qu Liandi quickly denied, "Qu Jia, don't think about it, this is not my own, I just... went to the hospital to see a patient."

"Look at who?" Qu Jia asked.

"It's nothing serious." Qu Liandi said.

"Then who is sick?!" Qu Jia's voice suddenly became high, and his mother's eyes were fierce.

People who know each other well under the same roof are also his reliance.His own mother is outspoken and not good at lying at all.

"..."

Qu Liandi looked at her son fiercely, and said softly, "Your father is sick."

In Qu Jia's mind, now that he hears the word "your father", his eyes flicker inexplicably, it turns out to be Wang Lujun's father.

The first reaction was, these two old guys who didn't take the usual way, they couldn't hide the truth and get the remarriage certificate first, right?This is too much.

He also ate a few meals of the other party's roasted chicken and cured fish. People watched him in a sports meeting. He won No.1, and then he came to the house with an erhu handed down from his family, temporarily oiled it for maintenance and tuning, followed by He played guitar and erhu ensemble... That's all the friendship between the two parties.

It's also that he has never been cared about or seen by a man who is a father. He treats him very well, and he even starts to care about this person's comings and goings in his mind... His heart is a little damp and moist.

Zhou Yao was standing beside him, he had good eyesight and didn't say a word, he turned his palms and grabbed Qu Jia's hand tightly, not caring whether Qu Liandi would see it or not.

Qu Jia murmured: "...Which dad?"

How romantic is it when your mother is outside?Qu Liandi was embarrassed: "How many fathers do you have, you bastard? Are you out of your mind?...I said Chen Mingjian."

Chen Mingjian.

This name is already very unfamiliar.Suddenly one day appeared in front of Qu Jia's eyes because the man was ill.

That night, Qu Liandi was very agile, and made tomato and egg lump soup with noodles on the cutting board. It was an authentic old Hutong flavor, just like what Qu Jia and his family had eaten when they were young.He was still warming with a thermos, and was about to be sent to the hospital.

Qu Jia sat motionless on the bed, staring at his mother making the bowl of pimple soup.

Zhou Yao didn't dare to talk nonsense, but he was very worried, so he sat by Qu Jia's bedside for the whole night, trying to be a not-so-cowardly qualified boyfriend at critical moments.

Even Zhou Yao, who was so heartless and didn't think too much about things, realized that something was serious at that time.

Qu Liandi can say "Your father is sick", it is not an ordinary illness.

Qu Liandi is not a holy mother with a halo all over her body. She is usually picky about people and doesn't like to meddle in the affairs of ten or eight households. Zhou Yao likes to complain in private, "My future mother-in-law is very powerful, she talks stubbornly, and has a hot temper." To be able to go to the hospital to deliver meals to an old enemy like Chen Mingjian from the previous life.

"Do you have to go to the hospital?" Qu Jia burst out suddenly, "Is there no food in the hospital? Did he starve to death because he couldn't afford food?"

The hand that Zhou Yao was holding was thrown away by Qu Jia.

"He suddenly wanted to eat this, so I made it along the way, it's already like this..." Qu Liandi whispered.

"What's the matter?" Qu Jia is rarely so blunt at this age, "Going to stay with you at night? Who is he?"

"It's not what you imagined, it's actually quite difficult for him." Qu Liandi turned to look at her son.

"He doesn't have a wife?...Or did he change again?" Qu Jia said again, "Then why did Wang Lujun's father come here? Are you really playing tricks?!"

Qu Liandi was speechless by her son.One is more powerful than the other.

"It's not like that. You can do whatever you want." Qu Jia gave him a cold look.Originally, it was hard to turn it around, but it is really difficult to get through this one, can it be turned back again?

Zhou Yao listened tremblingly, wanted to touch his back to comfort him but was thrown away.

He thought that this person had completely changed his gender, and he would never hear Qu Jia getting angry at anyone again.

In fact, Qu Jia will not change, the person will always be the same person, and he will still be the same skeleton without compromise.

Qu Jia lifted his ass and left, going out to stay.

In the middle of the night, standing at the gate of his compound, under the wall ten meters away, smoking alone, looking at the moon and stars, holding back the fire in his heart, and finding a place to cool off by himself.

Zhou Yao hurriedly followed out, but was stopped by Qu Liandi: "Yaoyao, don't go, chat with auntie for a while. I can't make sense with Qu Jia, so you can help me persuade him later, don't be so awkward all the time. ..."

Zhou Yao sat by the bed at first, and then stood beside Aunt Qu obediently, his heart tightened.

"It's not that Qu Jia's father didn't care about whether he came or not. He has also been here several times." Qu Liandi's face was very uncomfortable. "Every time I come back, I hide from the child. I am especially afraid of seeing him. I am afraid that my son will be new. He is old. In order to have a decent job, there are always ties, and he is afraid that his son will grab him and slap him in the face... Qu Jia can really do this kind of thing!

"A person like Chen Mingjian is quite good at studying, but he has been defeated by his weak and indecisive character all his life. If he has no ideas, he has no soul in his heart."

Qu Liandi recited to Zhou Yao sentence by sentence.Deep down in his heart, it seemed that Zhou Yao was a relative of their mother and child.

In short, people have the mentality of secretly committing cheapness, smelling far away and smelling near, and only after losing it do they realize that it is worth nostalgic for, and start to care about it again.After Chen Mingjian's divorce, he went to Qu Liandi's place more diligently, embraced that family, and somewhat remembered that there was still a single mother and his blood son here.In particular, if Qu Liandi remarried early, it would be fine. There is a man in the family, Chen Mingjian, who would definitely not dare to come to the house again.But Qu Liandi didn't like it. In the past few years, Chen Mingjian had to come over to take a look, curiously, to see how the mother and son lived their lives.

He is a college intellectual. Graduates of the 77th and 78th classes are all talents that the country is eager to seek. Not bad money.Therefore, Chen Mingjian came here to give money, and also gave living expenses intermittently.

Of course Qu Liandi scolded at the beginning, no, but later she said "it's for my son" and "it's for Qu Jia's college money".Now that the state no longer monopolizes college students’ public expenses, they pay for their studies at their own expense. The tuition fees have suddenly risen to several thousand yuan a year, and Qu Liandi accepted the money for her son.

As soon as the money is given out, I still keep running errands, and I will definitely quit over there, so my life will be lively.The one over there started to make a fuss first, quarreling coldly, not happy.Intellectual women are narrow-minded and short-tempered, and they are different from Qu Liandi, who is straightforward and uneducated. They have a different style, but the blow effect is no less than that of shrews. In short, they make men suffer every day.

If this kind of man had been determined from the beginning, he would not have married Qu Liandi.

If you are married, you should not change your mind and give up.

Abandoned all abandoned, let alone endlessly thinking about it, struggling to find a balance between the two families.You can't balance how many IQ degrees you have.

His mood would definitely be affected. He was depressed and guilty all the year round, not to mention that this person was originally weak, and Chen Mingjian suddenly contracted cancer a few years after the divorce.

"I don't dare to tell Qu Jia that Chen Mingjian left him money, and it's all in the bank for him. You also know Qu Jia's temper. If he knew, he would rather not go to this university than spend Chen Mingjian's money." Money, he's just so mean." Qu Liandi looked at Zhou Yao.

"Yeah, he's definitely like that." Zhou Yao nodded, understanding too well.

"What kind of cancer is it?" Zhou Yao rarely came into contact with these.Serious illness, serious illness, terminal illness, birth, old age, sickness and death, etc., I never thought about it.At his age, his parents are still full of energy in their prime years, they are all good players at home and abroad, and his father is a stalwart mountain in front of him.

So sometimes he can't understand Qu Jia's vision.Since childhood, Qu Jia has been surrounded by rotten and malnourished land with potholes, and he has never had that mountain to shelter him from the wind and rain.

"There is a problem with the immune system. I have changed several hospitals and consulted several experts. Finally, it is a kind of lymphoma...it is quite rare and difficult to treat." Qu Liandi said softly.

During this summer vacation, this awkward, sad and tormented emotion has pulled the hearts of several families and slowly dragged many people's emotions to anxiety.

Whose family has a seriously ill patient, it's always like this, before the person dies, the family's savings will be emptied first, and the family will be emotionally and mentally exhausted, which is very difficult.

Qu Liandi is still the same, going out early and returning late to the hospital, and going to the hospital at least two days a week to help with the night.

Qu Jia left earlier and returned later than his mother, and he deliberately didn't want to meet and was too lazy to quarrel.In the morning, biting an egg-filled biscuit and carrying a pack of cigarettes, I went out to work.Depending on where his mother likes to go, and whomever she likes to visit, he is determined not to go to the hospital anyway.

Qu Liandi came back with news every now and then, and at home, she said to her son in a way of talking to herself, "Today's blood test index is not very good", "The high fever has not subsided for two days", "The doctor said that it will be used tomorrow depending on the situation. That imported drug"...

During the summer vacation, Qu Jia and Zhou Yao often went out together, and mingled with the team's group of cronies, even though some of them had a bad complexion and were always restless.

The football team is mixed with a bunch of people, and generally they don't play football, but they don't play the best ones. They all play basketball or volleyball for fun.

"Hey, Dachun'er is yours!" Ren Qiong shouted.

"I'll cut you off!" Zhou Yao shouted.

"Damn it, Qu Jia!" Pan Fei also shouted.

play basketball.Liu Chunyu is the opponent's center forward, and Zhou Yao is the forward here, fighting for the ball with Da Chunchun in the three-second zone.He is not tall enough, relying on his body to be more flexible than the opponent, he is very good at twisting under the basket, he pulled the ball out of Liu Chunyu's armpit, and then threw it to Qu Jia who was standing outside.

Qu Jia took the ball and wanted to shoot, but Pan Fei rushed over to cover him.Qu Jia shook the kid with a feint shot, flung Pan Fei with contempt, dribbled the ball expressionlessly and rushed to the basket.

One-shot, layup, a group of people jumped up to cover him.

Qu Jia grabbed the ball to prevent others from grabbing it. At that time, he was a little fierce in his eyes, so he had to score.He jumped up so floating that he almost flew onto Liu Chunyu's shoulder, wishing he could ride him into the basket.

When flying, the height of the knee is at the position of someone else's arm, and a bunch of people are already crowded under the basket.Zhou Yao felt that this action was dangerous: "Hey!"

Qu Jia grabbed the ball with one hand, flew in the air and forced the ball into the basket, dunked hard, and then his calf hit Liu Chunyu's rear shoulder.

The whole person turned over in the air...

Landed on the ground with a roar of "ah"...

Zhou Yao was terrified, pushed aside the crowd and knelt on the ground to watch, where did you fall?

Liu Chunyu was also very inexplicable: "I, I, I am, I did not foul, he insisted on riding me, on my head."

Qu Jia covered his face with his arm, and the sweat came down "shua". At that time, his face turned pale, and it took a long time before he said: "feet."

……

That afternoon, Zhou Yao took this hard-to-serve old man to the hospital to see his feet.

Half of Qu Jia's foot was so swollen that he couldn't move and couldn't walk. Zhou Yao knelt on the ground to take off the man's shoes and socks for a long time, and then he couldn't put on the shoes.

This road can only be bare with a fat mantou foot.Zhou Yao waved for a taxi on the street, this time Qu Jia didn't object, and probably didn't have the face to dislike Zhou Yao's extravagant spending, so he got into the taxi with a sullen head.

The hospital was overcrowded, and the emergency department thought that Qu Jia's foot was not urgent enough, so when he was sent to the outpatient clinic, he had to wait until the evening call.

"Aren't you too fierce?" Zhou Yao occasionally complained, "What's the matter? They're all buddies from my team, and you...give me a face too."

"You chopped off Liu Chunyu's foot, but he was fine, did you die of pain? Who is to blame?" Zhou Yao said again.

Qu Jia knew he was in the wrong, so he kept silent, kept his head down and played with Zhou Yao's palm game console, turned the volume up to the maximum, and opened fire to fight monsters biubiubiu until Hua Laoyao finally shut up.

Sitting on the bench in the hospital corridor, waiting for a long time, Zhou Yao then moved his right hand over and grabbed Qu Jia's left hand, feeling very distressed.He pinched each of Qu Jia's fingernails once, and when Qu Jia pressed the button of the game console, he used Qu Jia's finger as a button and pressed it biubiubiu, finally coaxing the man's face to look better.

"Okay, don't be awkward anymore." Zhou Yao coaxed softly, "What's for dinner, steamed stuffed bun wonton and mutton skewers? I'll go out and buy them for you."

"My mother went to the hospital again at noon, and brought a large pile of rice, saying that she might not come back at night." Qu Jia finally spoke, with discontent and resentment in his eyes.

"Isn't it just this hospital?" Zhou Yao's mind flashed, looking at Qu Jia's expression.

"No," Qu Jia whispered, "The one next door."

They came to the hospital in Beijing, which is good for orthopedics and sports surgery, and another general hospital two streets away, which treats cancer and tumors.

It was a coincidence that day, or it was not a coincidence, Qu Jia did it on purpose.Playing basketball, he could step on his foot and cause serious injuries, so he came to this hospital, and his father lived next door. He had been struggling with the disease for several months, and it was said that he was almost overwhelmed by the disease.Blood relationship is a family relationship that is always talked about, and the mouth is full of cruel words, "resolutely don't take a look, love is not dead", after all, the heart is not cruel enough, and I am suffering from all kinds of suffering, so I rushed straight to this place and came .

The father who made him hate all these years went to the hospital.

So he put himself in the hospital too.

The two of them came out of the outpatient room just after seeing their feet. Qu Jiana had applied medicine to his injured foot, wrapped it into a big white rice dumpling, and stood wearily with one hand propped against the wall. If you get sick, you will die soon.”

It had already faded away, but the string in my heart "cracked" and suddenly stretched again, and it became a strong rebellion and resistance that was about to burst through my chest. After all, it was not so easy to forget or forgive.

That night, Qu Jia limped and hopped for two streets, almost dragging Zhou Yao away, so he had to go to the hospital next door to see what was going on.

If he doesn't take a look, he won't get through tonight.