I wait for you to see through the scenery

When Qu Liandi came out from the back door of the store again, she couldn't find Zhou Yao. She could only see her son squatting in a dark corner under the wall, alone, looking at the light and shadow of the street lamp with his chin raised.

The sportswear jacket was stripped off, and he was only wearing a close-fitting turtleneck shirt, freezing in the cold wind.

The whole body was covered with that layer of loneliness, and the thin light fell on the black earth, like a layer of frost.

With Zhou Yao by his side, or without Zhou Yao's side, Qu Jia is a different person, and his eyes are not right.

"Come in for dinner." Qu Liandi called out, her voice suddenly louder, "Don't be cold! Don't be hungry!"

Knowing that one day her son will not be able to bear it anymore and will smoke again, it has been so long, how distressing and painful it is for a mother.

Xia Lan had been cleaning the tables and chairs in the store just now, but she was sent to the front by Qu Liandi from the very beginning, for fear that Xia Lan would hear it, and the quarrel between the two would turn into a group of three...

Zhang Huilan came out, sat on the steps of the back door, wiped her hands with her apron, then took out a cigarette and lit it.

Several women in "Five Fangs", including Xia Lan's mother, were smokers, and at first glance they were old smokers.

Qu Jia went over to ask for a cigarette, sat side by side on the two steps, stretched his legs, and looked up at the gradually dimming sky.

Zhang Huilan said with emotion: "Your mother is very blessed, having such a big son like you, reliable and caring."

"Really?" Qu Jia took a puff of smoke, "If I'm not caring, no one will really be caring to her."

"That's great." Zhang Huilan looked at him, "No matter how poor your mother is, as long as you can rely on her and not run away. Difficulties in life are temporary, and raising children is a lifetime."

Qu Jia smiled at the starlight above his head.

He wiped his face, covering his slightly red and swollen eyes.

"Yes, can't my mother find out that I have been raising me for 18 years for nothing... all my life?"

Qu Jia snuffed out the cigarette butt with his fingers, dusted it off, got up and went into the shop, changed clothes, put on an apron, washed his hands, and went to work.

The two people he wants to protect most in this world are his mother and his Yaoyao.

Mom, Yaoyao, their faces kept passing before his eyes, as if two forces were entangled and tearing him apart.At that moment, a crack was torn open in the heart, and the hot blood buried in it gushed out from the crack. I couldn't bear it, couldn't let it go, and a sweet smell gushed out of my throat...

I found out the next day that there was a bloody smell in my son's throat last night, which was an illusion caused by a bad mood and an inflamed throat.Then I started coughing, coughing up thick phlegm, and feeling sore all over.

May be too tired, in a bad mood, and catch a cold again.

After spending a whole day in a daze, Qu Liandi found out on the third day, and chased and forced Qu Jia to take medicine, including several kinds of cold medicine and anti-inflammatory drugs.

Qu Jia couldn't hold on in class, so he just dozed off in the last row.

His elbow was weak, and with a "crash", the exercise book that was used to cover his face collapsed and fell on his head!

Xia Lan coughed obliquely in front of her.

The boy on the left kicked the leg of his desk: Get up quickly.

Qu Jia's movements were slow and his consciousness was dazed. When he raised his head again, the English teacher was already standing in front of him, clutching the textbook he used to cover his face, and it was about to fall on his face.

The textbook didn't drop down, didn't slap him, their teacher just put the textbook back on his desk.Teachers in the upper grades no longer use the methods of throwing chalk stubs from the podium and throwing books in the face. They are all used to deal with ignorant and defenseless elementary school students.When dealing with high school students, in fact, everyone is sensible, just being reasonable, there is no need to do it - you can't beat a boy in the third year of high school if you do it.

"Do you understand all the questions?" The English teacher looked at him, "Don't go to sleep, if you go back to sleep, you will really be in the examination room when you wake up."

The whole class was watching silently, and Qu Jia lowered his eyelids and said nothing.

"Are you still sleepy?" the teacher asked.

"Still sleepy." Qu Jia replied.

The teachers were also gossiping in the office. The teacher knew everything, and instead of criticizing him in front of the class, he just shook his head and said, "Go wash your face and wake up."

Qu Jia stood up without saying a word, walked out of the classroom in full view, and went to the men's room to wash his face.

He turned on the faucet in the toilet to let the cold water flow "squeaky".Pull off the school uniform sportswear, together with the sweater and shirt inside, to expose the collarbone of the neck.As soon as he bent down, the icy water column directly splashed down his head and face, waking him up...

He propped his hands beside the cement pool, watching the water dripping from his hair and neck.It's so cold.

The only place where I can still feel a bit of warmth is on my left wrist.A red rope was tied to his wrist, and it was already embedded there, growing together with the skin, forming a line of blood.

When the get out of class bell rang, the students all came in to go to the bathroom one after another.The boys in his class yelled, "Qu Jia, are you pouring cold water? It's so cold!"

"Don't you already have a cold?"

"You don't have a fever like this!"

"Burn it up." Qu Jiaman didn't care, "It's too cold, you can warm it up if you have a fever."

Qu Jia put on his shirt and tracksuit again, dripping water, and walked out of the toilet.Zhou Yao happened to go into the toilet too.

The two of them passed each other unexpectedly, their shoulders slapped, and the water on Qu Jia's head splashed onto Zhou Yao's face.

Very cool.Zhou Yao subconsciously trembled, turned his head abruptly, stared at Qu Jia, and walked out like that...

The two are in a cold war, although neither of them wants to say something more chilling and unacceptable such as "Let's separate".

Wouldn't say that.

I can't even say it, but it seems that I have come to a dead end and I can't get out.

It was not easy to meet and talk in school, but now it is even easier.As long as they no longer deliberately follow each other's figure, and look for every opportunity to meet and whisper, the two of them can't even meet each other, and they haven't spoken a word for two days.

At lunch, they each sat at the same table with the boys in their class.However, when Qu Jia was queuing up for dinner, his eyes were very good. There was a line of people in the middle, and he caught a glimpse of Zhou Yao buying roast beef with potatoes and spicy fried cabbage there.

Qu Jia pointed his head to the master chef at the window and said, "I want roast beef with potatoes and spicy cabbage."

A table of people in the same class is listening to their class secretary’s lecture. Going to Singapore to participate in exchange activities at the beginning of the semester, staying in a big hotel, eating seafood buffet, visiting the campuses of National Singapore and Nanyang Technological University, and receiving various forms of warm reception, commendation and condolences... He was elated and elated, and the spit spattered all over the plate.But after calculating the trip to the country, half of the semester has passed, and the excitement has not yet passed.

"I don't even have enough mouth to eat." Qu Jia chewed on the roasted beef with potatoes, and complained in a low voice.

"It's finally his turn. He's the substitute. He wasn't the one to go." The boy next to him also whispered.

"Who should go?" Qu Jiayu asked this question.

"Good things are ranked according to grades. Is it our turn to be in the liberal arts class? Our liberal arts class is discriminated against every time!" his classmate said.

"It should be Zhou Yao from the second class. It must be Zhou Yao. Our vice principal and grade teacher like him very much, and we give him all the good things. But it seems that he refused, so he didn't go." Another person said.

Qu Jia choked on the spicy cabbage and had no water to drink. A chili seed stuck in his throat, making his throat burn and hurt even more.He whispered, "Why didn't he go?"

"Aren't you familiar with Zhou Yao? Who are you asking?" The boys gathered together and gossiped, "Although it doesn't directly add points, it looks good in the profile and resume. It's stupid not to go. Maybe Zhou Yao's total score in the test It's too high, people don't need to add points to their resumes at all! For a student like him, if he wants to be admitted to any school, he will directly show his test scores, and he will be shocked. How can he add points..."

Did Zhou Yao turn down the opportunity to exchange in Singapore?

When did this happen?

He forgot, he didn't even know, it seemed like he never asked, and he never heard Zhou Yao mention it.

It was the first week of school just after the summer vacation, at the beginning of this semester.He has been so busy these past few months... He was so mentally exhausted that he almost closed himself off, deliberately not thinking about certain things, deliberately not caring about a certain person, and making himself numb under the exhaustion.

From the beginning of the semester until two days ago, where did Zhou Yao spend his time?Zhou Yao actually finds all kinds of excuses every day, runs to the "Wufang" snack bar, writes the answers to the exercise book for him, helps him highlight the key points in the textbook, gives him lectures, and by the way, learns to skewer meat, Skill points for bacon skewers, deep-fried pork chops, cooking red bean paste and riding a tricycle... Zhou Yao came to accompany him every day.

Because of these troubles, Zhou Yao silently gave up going to Singapore to eat, drink and travel at public expense, right?

This kid is finally gone now, and finally there is no need to waste any more time on him, Qu Jia.

The two continents have long since cracked, split apart, drifted farther and farther away, and it may be difficult for each other's future lives to intersect again.It's just that he has been unwilling, dragged Zhou Yao selfishly, and was unwilling to let go, so the two of them have been stalking each other, and they will drag Zhou Yao into the water sooner or later.

Let go, he is reluctant.

It was even more reluctant to drag Zhou Yao into the water.To the left or right is to tear his heart apart.

Qu Jia started to have a fever since he finally couldn't hold on that day at noon.He abused himself, he deserved it, even if he didn't have a fever, he would pour cold water all over his face.

When he was uncomfortable, he couldn't vent it, so he vented it fiercely on himself.

He couldn't finish his math homework during the lunch break, so he lay prone on the desk, and his forehead began to heat up rapidly, creating a layer of heat on his arms.

Xia Lan ordered two boxes of Shuanghuanglian and vc Yinqiao from the infirmary for him, saying that taking these two medicines together would help him, and also ordered an ice pack.

Then someone stabbed his arm and called him in a low voice.

Qu Jia raised his head from the desk in slow motion, with a confused expression on his face.Huang Xiaoxiao sat in front of him, turned around and talked to him: "Qu Jia, I know you are sick, so I brought you some medicine."

Qu Jia's eyes were blurred and bloodshot, squinting at Huang Xiaoxiao, seeing that Huang Xiaoxiao didn't take "a little bit", she took out a big bag from below like offering a treasure!

Huang Xiaoxiao deliberately lowered her usual loud voice, and mysteriously stinged the scorpion: "They are all medicines for you, these three are for the treatment of nasal congestion, runny nose and influenza. These two are anti-inflammatory drugs, sore throat You need to eliminate inflammation first. There are also these two kinds, which are eaten when you have a fever. There are, there are, what are they in... Oh, Bupleurum, Yinqiao... I brought them for you specially, you must eat them."

"Oh...thank you." Qu Jia took the bag with an extremely hoarse voice.

When did Huang Xiaoxiao care about him so much?

It's overly caring and considerate. We both have boyfriends, so it's really inappropriate.

"You take the anti-inflammatory medicine now, your throat is like this, it must be congested!" Huang Xiaoxiao poured out the cold water left in Qu Jia's water glass, trotted and poured another glass of warm water, insisting on staring at him to eat medicine.

"I've never seen this anti-inflammatory drug before. Is it imported?" Qu Jia read the English name and English description on the medicine box.Every letter is so familiar, what the hell is it when they are connected together, I am completely blind.

There was also a handwritten Chinese note posted on the medicine box, indicating the dosage and usage instructions in dense but neat small characters, for fear that he could not understand the English instructions—he really couldn’t.

What cefproxil, twice a day in the morning and evening, one tablet each time, take it after meals, not more than seven days.

What else is certain safin hydrobromide, three times in the morning, noon and evening, one to two tablets each time.

Which one should be taken when having a fever, which one should be taken for a stuffy nose and runny nose, which one should be taken for a sore throat, and which medicine and which medicine should not be taken at the same time... Every detail is written on a small note and pasted on the medicine box.

"Oh, it might be imported, and I haven't seen it before." After Huang Xiaoxiao finished speaking, she quickly explained, "My parents prescribed the medicine, so I brought it from home."

"You knew in the morning that I'm going to have a fever at noon?" Qu Jia suddenly asked hoarsely.

Huang Xiaoxiao opened her eyes wide, and looked at him innocently: "That's right! You have such a bad cold, and the whole class heard you coughing wildly in class, and you can't speak. You must have a fever."

"Really." Qu Jia's lips moved, and he smiled, and the smile had a bit of astringency.

The next day, Qu Jia didn't go to class, and he couldn't get up because of the fever all night.

He was lying on his own bed and fell asleep, but he couldn't fall asleep. He had earphones plugged in his ears, and used the sound of music to overwhelm those particularly uncomfortable consciousnesses.

When a person has a fever, his head explodes and he swells from the heat.It was as if an 1-wheel truck drove into his mind, whistling ferociously in the drowsy background, crushing his consciousness and nerves back and forth, for several hours like this, every minute especially hard...

There was a plate of second-generation Chlorophytum cubs on the bed. He propped it up and smelled the aroma of small lotus-colored flowers.

His mother prepares three meals a day for him, and puts them in front of the stove, and he can eat them as soon as they are hot.Qu Liandi came back to see her son at noon, and brought the old doctor from the clinic of the neighborhood committee to give Qu Jia an injection and a hanging bottle, but Qu Jia didn't eat.I have been taking medicine all day.

Lying under the quilt, he took the small medicine box in his hand and read the small note on it.

Repeatedly, he has read it many times, and he has never read the reading questions of the Chinese test paper so seriously.He has almost memorized the handwritten instructions on each medicine box.

When it was dark in the evening, Qu Jia was still a little worried, and when the fever subsided, he got up from the bed, got dressed, and put on jeans over his long johns.

The stove in the small one-story house was burning very vigorously, even if it was a dilapidated house, it was still glowing red and warm.He took an iron hook and added two more coals to the coal stove so that the house would still be hot when his mother came back at night.No matter how broken the home was, it was the one he couldn't let go of.

He went to the store again, to see his mother, and pick him up from get off work by the way.

"Wufang" operates supper at night.Those who don't go home at night to eat grilled skewers and spicy soup are mostly those young and strong people who have no family or job and just hang out on the street.

There was a ball game on TV that night, and many people were drinking and eating in the shop to watch the ball. A bald head, in short, does not have a normal length of hair.A few more bottles of Yanjing came, and after drinking, it was like being fed horse urine, and the mouth started talking nonsense, and the eyes wandered.

Xia Lan passed by that table and took a plate of meat skewers, probably because someone touched it from behind.

Xia Lan quickly turned around and asked, "What are you doing!"

"Touch you, Guo'er, you're so pretty." Those men spoke rudely, and tried to reach out their hands again, but Xia Lan waved them away.

Xia Lan scolded: "Get out!"

If he wanted to molested again, Xia Lan took a pot of boiling water from the counter and poured the other person's head and face with a "wow".

The scene was chaotic, the tables and chairs were overturned, several men grabbed the girl's arms, Xia Lan yelled a few times, kicked and struggled.

Zhang Huilan ran out from the back of the shop, shouting, "My daughter is still a student, what are you doing?"Then he was roughly pushed to the ground with a slap.There were smashed things all over the place, and Zhang Huilan fell on the broken dishes.

Qu Liandi stretched out her head from the operating room to take a look, looked around, took out a broom from the operating room, held a rolling pin in her hand, gritted her teeth, and was about to rush out to fight.

Her hands are shaking, how can she fight?

Before she could rush out, an arm stopped her, dragged her back, and pushed her into the inner room.

Qu Jia pushed his mother away, pointed to the back door and said, "Go and hide behind, get out, don't come in."

Then he picked up a convenient wooden stool from the side. He didn't use a broom or a rolling pin.

Qu Jia came out from the back of the store, without saying a word, first he swung a stool over, jumped onto the table, his figure almost reached the ceiling, kicked up under the shaking lamp, kicked one out, and directly Kicked from the shop door to the street.

Then he turned around and threw a stool at the third person's face, blood splashed out immediately...

Qu Liandi was terrified on the spot, her lips turned white and trembling, and it was the first time in her life that she witnessed her son fighting.

In the past, she always said that "her son was fighting" and kicked someone's nose. Those were all rumors from far and wide. She didn't really believe it in her heart, she had never seen such a scene.

People who know how to fight don't carry the heavy end of the stool, but a stool leg, and hit people with the heavy end.Qu Jia was carrying the stool legs, and he was very ruthless.

Xia Lan helped her mother up, then went to the counter to grab the phone, and called 110 to call the police.

110 First ask "Did you kill someone?"

There are no dead people here, no serious injuries, the efficiency of 110 is relatively slow, and it will not make it through.

After all, the other party has a large number of people, and there are three people.Qu Jia dodged the first one, and then dodged the second one, it was very difficult to dodge the third one, and he must have been hit several times.A stream of blood suddenly burst out from the corner of his forehead and flowed across the brow bone, and he wiped it away with his hand.

There was blood on his face and neck.

"The place in the store is too narrow." Qu Jia raised his hand and pointed, "Go, go out and fight."

There are a few helpless women in this shop, all of them are women.

He's the only one in the shop who can fight.

Qu Jia was still dizzy and had a fever that made him weak all over, and his joints and joints ached.There was a sea of ​​lights on the street in front of him, and it was like a movie in his mind, the shadow of the person he missed was swaying in the dimly lit place.

Three drunk and riotous youths surrounded him and were going to beat him up.Qu Jia flicked his wrist, expressionless on his face, clutching the stool leg tightly...

Qu Liandi yelled a few times, she was so frightened that she almost cried.

She was really afraid that something would happen to Qu Jia, and she only had one son, who she would count on and rely on for the rest of her life.It was too late to call Lao Wang, Wang Guisheng was busy with work outside, so it was not so fast to drive here.

The street lights suddenly turned on.

Not street lights, but car lights.From the other side of the street, several cars came in a group, turned around one after another, went straight to this side, braked suddenly and stopped at the door of the "Wufang" shop, just when Qu Jia was about to splatter blood on the spot with others. When desperate.

There were several taxis, Santanas and yellow-faced ones.It is not uncommon for taxi drivers to work outside in groups and form gangs.

The door of the leading Santana's car slammed open, and a tall man came out, striding forward, and swiftly grabbed a crowbar from the trunk of the car.

Want to fight?

Let's go together.

Qu Liandi saw clearly who it was, she sat down on the ground, covered her mouth and burst into tears.

Xia Lan ran out of the shop and stood on the steps of the door, staring blankly.

Xia Lan then bent down and hugged Qu Liandi, comforting her softly, it's all right, Qu Jia is all right, Auntie is sorry.

……

The situation suddenly reversed, so there is no need to elaborate on the latter situation.Those three young men who were too drunk to make trouble finally found trouble for themselves. Now they are sitting side by side in front of the shop, their bodies are drenched with cold water and hot water, they are sober, and they give Xia Lan a look of embarrassment. I apologize and promise not to come to this store to make trouble again.

Tang Zheng was of course the one who rushed over to make a rescue, and brought a group of drivers over.

At that time, it was another taxi driver who was acquainted with Tang Zheng. When he passed by "Wu Fang", he caught a glimpse of a fight and immediately called to gather all his acquaintances.In terms of the efficiency of responding to everyone on the street, taxi drivers in those days were regarded as a group profession that paid much attention to loyalty and rules.

When Tang Zheng came, he was wearing an iron-gray long trench coat, which was an OEM imitation bought in a small foreign trade shop, and it gave him the demeanor of Chanel.It’s hard to describe in words the aura of standing on the side of the street. Even though you only have the 50 yuan you just earned from attracting customers in your pocket, you can still wear a suit of clothes with an aura of an annual income of 50 yuan. The aura is all in those two ways. Killing eyes.

It's a pity that Professor Yu Jingzhi Yu wasn't there at the time and didn't see the good show, otherwise he would have found an interesting scene: the "yellow-faced cars" that followed Tang Zheng to support the scene looked familiar, and they were clearly the ones they encountered at the train station. The drivers who snatched passengers are now adults and buddies with Tang Zheng.

Tang Zheng stood at the door of the store, holding a crowbar, pointing at those people: "Hey, do you know who I am?"

Those who were muddy after drinking horse urine all woke up with fright: "I know, I've heard..."

"It's fine if you've heard of it." Tang Zheng turned his head and pointed at the name plaque of "Wufang", "I'm the one who owns this biscuit shop. You can mess around with other shops in this whole street, and those are not owned by me. Just this one, you fucking recognized the name of the store!"

"I see clearly." The punks bowed their heads and nodded.

"Don't you fucking know how to read?" Tang Zheng said, "You can recognize the face, remember the face. It's that one, you hit him just now, and that was my Fa Xiaoer. If you hit him, it's like hitting him. Me! There are five aunts in the store, you have to say hello when you meet in the future, big aunt! Second aunt!..."

"Third Aunt Grandma... Fourth Aunt Grandma... Fifth Aunt Grandma..." The punks all shouted out honestly.

It was ridiculous enough for Qu Jia to hear the voices of "Aunt and Grandma".

He wiped away a handful of nosebleeds with his hands, his head was heavy, and a string of lights in front of his eyes danced chaotically on the eye mask.

The square bricks on the sidewalk, from all directions, slowly pressed towards his eye sockets, and were about to hit his nose... Before he fainted, he heard his mother crying and calling him, Qu Jia——