bullshit

It must have started four months ago.

That day, my mother, who usually doesn't like to talk to people, suddenly opened the door and said to herself, "I might have to leave."

Zhong Congyu's first reaction was to put down the extracurricular books in his hand, and asked in a nonchalant manner, "Where are you going?"

"Go home." My mother lit a cigarette, not caring that there was a minor beside her, and never thought that the word "home" had a wrong meaning here, so she just gulped. , The white smoke wrapped the delicate and beautiful face, solidified her into a portrait alive, and also increased the alienation between the two.

Zhong Congyu: "Dad said, he doesn't like you smoking."

"It's okay." Mom rubbed his hair, "He also told me, but only once, and he decided to get married at that time, without you. I just came to let you know about it. Just do your homework and don't bother."

The woman left the room after she finished speaking. When she left, she helped him fold the quilts that were thrown around, and told him to remember to go to bed on time at night and not to stay up late.

The whole process was very calm, not like some kind of emotional catharsis, even the movements of opening and closing the door were very light, and the steps of leaving were very weak.

But since that day, Zhong Congyu has never seen his mother again.

Parents are divorced.

Mom is gone.

She said she wanted to go home, but Zhong Congyu didn't know where her home was, where she was from, or even the contact information of her friends.

From the beginning to the end, the appearance of my mother in the memory is very far away, much stranger than the teachers and classmates I know in the class, even if it is a relative who gets along day and night under the same roof, Zhong Congyu can only ask three questions when it comes to hobbies.

And she seemed to have expected this day a long time ago, Anan packed her luggage and waited for the day to come.

Later, my father asked Zhong Congyu if he would mind having a new mother. She is a nice person, young and gentle, and promised that there will be no family conflicts, and they will not have any more children. They will only raise themselves as their own.

biological?

Then is it not your own life now?

"You can do whatever you want." Zhong Congyu agreed on the surface, without the slightest resistance, and was very obedient, but as soon as he turned around and closed the door, he ran away.

Fuck you little wife!

Only fools believe it!

Zhong Congyu carried a backpack that weighed almost nothing, and ran on the street without looking back. Even if he accidentally bumped into a passer-by, he didn't want to say sorry. They came up to fight with him with bare hands, then broke their legs and arms, spilled blood all over the place, and were carried sideways into the emergency room by the flute-playing ambulance.

A tension and fear that had never been endured emerged from the bottom of my heart, and then mixed together to produce a chemical reaction, forming hatred.

But the quality of the citizens here is good, and he didn't get what he wanted.

For three whole days, no one came to find Zhong Congyu, allowing him to fool around wantonly.

On the fourth day, early in the morning, when he woke up on a public chair in a small corner of the park, he suddenly received a text message from his father—he had called before, but he didn’t answer—the father said, you Maybe you need to be quiet. Your mother and I didn't have the things you imagined. She proposed to leave first. There are obstacles, but they can't be stopped.I transferred some money to your account, and I will pay it on a regular basis every month. It happens to be the second semester of high school, and you will be divided into classes around it. Let's change schools accordingly. When you figure it out, you can come back whenever you want. Dad will still wait for you.

The word "deportation" is used here, which is strangely appropriate.

Zhong Congyu didn't have a bad temper. The family upbringing he got from childhood made him even less aware of what it means to punch back with his fists first.

He would only press down the anger that was about to ignite his eyebrows, stretch out and wrap his unprotected hands, frowned and closed his eyes, carefully feeling every pain caused by the burning, always ready to scrape the bone to heal the poison, and Licking the black wound in the dead of night, and putting on a mask that doesn't care.

"Can I still say no? Is it useful to say no?".he thought.

If the sentence was useful, he would continue to say it even if he rolled his tongue.

Unfortunately not.

"Bro?"

"This little brother?"

The call interrupted the wandering thinking, and suddenly pulled Zhong out of Yu these things. His head was still dizzy, and his eyesight was difficult to focus. The list in his left hand was being scribbled by the black pen in his right lock up.

Now it’s the end of September, the days are still long enough, the big and red sun is dragging Tiangong’s ass and refuses to go back, crying so much that the whole world seems to have been splashed with red ink, Zhong Cong Yu is no exception.He raised his hand to block the scorching light, and understood why he suddenly remembered that thing—the day his mother left, she was also wearing a red dress.

Then his world slowly fell like this sunset.

An uncle wearing a yellow duck hat next to him muttered, "Brother, what are you doing? Impromptu painting?"

"Painting?" Zhong Congyu rubbed the center of his brows, but didn't respond, "What do you want to draw?"

Uncle Little Yellow Duck: "Hey, my God, what are you doing? Are you really painting? Sign and sign! Everyone has moved the house for you, sign quickly and let us go back to get the money, this hot day Yes, no one wants to stick around outside!"

Only then did Zhong Congyu fully wake up, nodded and said, "Oh, good."

It's a one-stroke success, and it looks like you're used to writing, and it's very smooth.

He sent away a carload of uncle Zhuang who was moving, looked up at the dilapidated stair room, weighed the schoolbag on his back again, and then he unscrewed the half-person-high suitcase at his feet and walked up.

sixth floor.

Wei Shen.

"Would you like any help, lad?"

A middle-aged man's voice came from behind. The stairway is very narrow, and it is impossible to turn around with a person and a suitcase, but fortunately, the latter is very familiar with this law, so he reached out and grabbed the handle on the suitcase, "Come on, Let go, or I won't be able to exert myself."

Before he blurted out the words of thanks, Zhong Congyu suddenly had a thought, could it be a robbery and fake?

Then you take it.

He withdrew his strength expressionlessly, the real weight of the suitcase was several times more than it looked, and it was all pressed on the man's hand in an instant, and it would definitely be too much to bear.As expected, Zhong Congyu heard him snort, the wheel hit the instep, which was painful and numb, and in order to cover up the embarrassment, he even let out intermittent dry laughter.

Zhong Congyu turned around: "It's very heavy."

Man: "Ah... a bit."

Zhong Congyu: "I'll take it myself."

Man: "Okay... how about I unscrew your schoolbag for you?"

The man's age seems to be in his early 40s. Although he is already old, the elegant and sharp lines on his face have not left him. The flat briefcase is tucked under his left shoulder. He is dressed in a serious and noble suit, and his hair is neat Comb neatly on the back of the head, speaking slowly and gently.

Everyone has a love of beauty, and Zhong Congyu immediately put down two-thirds of his guard.

The man asked him, "Which floor do you live on?"

Zhong Congyu: "The sixth floor."

The man was stunned for a moment, and immediately laughed. His eyes were a little peachy, which was very pretty, but what he said was very surprising: "You are Zhong Congyu's classmate? I thought you would come at night. To you There are not many children who are so obedient."

Before being questioned, the man continued to add: "My name is Gu Jianyu, and your landlord also lives on the sixth floor. I bought both of those rooms, and recently rented them out due to financial constraints. I just came back from a business trip, and you said What a coincidence? I ran into you unexpectedly, and I still have the contract sent by the agency."

Zhong Congyu listened to all the words, spent another half a minute consuming it, and finally remembered that he should stretch out his hand at this time: "Oh, hello."

"Are you alone?" Gu Jianyu stood at the door of the house and subconsciously glanced into the house when he returned the schoolbag to Zhong Congyu, "I am often away from home, and my wife died in an accident a few years ago, so I haven't found a new one. , some things that are not fully prepared, missing and dirty are hard to notice, you can check it later, just come and knock on the door and let me know, our contract has agreed that you can unpack and live, I still have to be responsible for these in the end."

"Dinner must not be settled yet, right? Do you want to eat with me? My son is good at cooking, let him do it later, he looks about the same age as you, although I don't know where he is playing now, but until dinner It’s a habit from childhood to adulthood.”

When Gu Jianyu said this, there was an unconcealable smile on his face, which was very natural. No matter who saw it, he should have a harmonious family.

The remaining one-third of the defense fell away, and Zhong Congyu finally said the words stuck in his throat: "Thank you."

"No thanks, we will live together in the future." Gu Jianyu said with a smile, "Go and put your luggage away and rest, I will call you later."

The moment the door was closed, the light from the corridor also disappeared, and the whole room suddenly became dark, and the space that hadn't been cleaned for a long time always had a musty smell. A cloud of gray dust.

Zhong Congyu looked up, and it turned out that the sky had already turned dark before he knew it.

He doesn't have a lot of things, but it still takes some effort to put them away. He has been running back and forth between the classroom and the director's office during the day, and contacted the moving company after school. It seems that the ground has been moved, facing the big

The brain screamed desperately.

The light of the mobile phone screen is very dazzling in this environment.

It was only then that Zhong Congyu remembered that he had "lost contact" with the outside world for three hours.

The main page is full of unread text messages, sent by my father, and the displayed time distribution is concentrated together. It seems that I know that I have forgotten to leave it aside after sending it and never read it again.

——Have you moved yet?

——Why did you choose such a remote place?Do you know how hard it will be for me and your aunt to come and see you!

——You are almost an adult, and you are still so ignorant!Not at all reassuring!

Not "Are you still used to living there?"

Not "Have you thought about moving back?"

But "Why are you so disobedient!"

There were a lot of words like this, and at the back, Zhong Congyu didn't even bother to look at it, he just threw his phone aside, took off his school uniform jacket, spread it on the sofa, and buried his head in sleep after blocking the dust.

These days are really tiring.

As soon as he closed his eyes and emptied his mind, his consciousness began to drowsy. The experience seemed to be made into a movie, which was shown in his mind one after another. First, it was the mother's hand, who left the house by himself, and then the bullshit at the same table. , the deleted recording, the landlord I met today...

Boom boom boom!

Even the knock on the door is so realistic.

Boom boom boom!

Zhong Congyu shivered, and broke free from his half-asleep and half-awake clothes. He didn't know until the third sound sounded——

Someone really is knocking on the door!

He ran to the door in three steps at a time, with some expectations in his heart for the words "calling you over for dinner" that the landlady said, but as soon as the door opened, he found that the person standing outside was not the middle-aged man When it was a man, but a tall boy, I felt a sudden "thump" in my heart.

Then it shattered violently.

"What the hell is it you?" Outside the door, Gu Chi was also taken a few steps back in fright, feeling the chills all over his body be electrocuted in an instant, "Why are you coming to my house?"

Zhong Congyu's movements also froze. The earphones hanging around his neck fell to the ground, and a symphony was played, and a simple relationship began to be sorted out in his head:

Gu Jianyu...

Gu Chi...

It turned out to be his son!