I have something to say about the invisible population of schools

Yang Xiaofeng stood at the door of the house and twisted the doorknob, but the door was locked and could not be opened.

He touched his trouser pocket, and sure enough, he found a key.

With a "click", he pushed the door open and entered.

"Xiaofeng, you are home."

Liu Yue turned her head back with a smile, holding a bowl of pumpkin soup and beckoning him to come and have a taste.

Boiled pumpkin is peeled and pureed, with milk and sugar added, sweet and milky.Yang Xiaofeng's favorite food when he was a child.

After so many years, Yang Xiaofeng has never eaten this again.

Yang Xiaofeng dragged his chair and sat down. The yellow pumpkin soup was served in a white porcelain bowl in front of him. The table was covered with patterned tablecloths. It looked like a cozy little home.

"Let's have a taste. I haven't made it for many years. I don't know if it's good or not."

Yang Xiaofeng let out a "hmm", raised his spoon and tasted obediently.

After taking a sip, the familiar taste filled his mouth and nose, and Yang Xiaofeng was willing to swallow this pumpkin soup after he held it in his mouth for a long time.

"Mom, it's delicious." Yang Xiaofeng lowered his head, a tear had already fallen into the white porcelain bowl, and it hit the pumpkin soup with a "click", and he quickly wiped his eyes with his hand.

Liu Yue didn't speak, just watched him eat quietly, Yang Xiaofeng finished the bowl of pumpkin soup slowly, sniffed, and licked his lips.

"Good boy, it's better than anything else when your dad and I see you are well."

Hearing Liu Yue's words, Yang Xiaofeng remembered that he hadn't seen Yang Hui several times, so he couldn't help asking, "Mom? Where's my dad?"

Liu Yue's face froze slightly, and then she smiled again: "Father is busy, isn't Mom here?"

"It's fine, it's fine."

"Good boy, let mother see you again."

"Are you leaving again?"

"It's okay." Liu Yue took out a pocket watch and looked at it, "I can stay a little longer."

"Mom, I found that person..."

No sooner did Yang Xiaofeng speak than his mother, he was interrupted by Liu Yue.

"do not go."

"But I hate that Ji Songze fell into his hands, and so do you. I don't want to just let him go."

"Do you know what mom and dad think?"

Yang Xiaofeng shook his head.

"We just want you to be well, and we don't want you to be in danger. We don't want you to be in danger. We just want you to grow up like an ordinary child."

"It can't be ordinary." Yang Xiaofeng said to himself.

"Mom and Dad are already like this, you can't do anything else."

"Is that the only way to let him get away with it?"

"He wasn't going to live long. He's going to die someday."

"It's not enough, it's not enough, it's too cheap for him to die like this."

"Think about your boyfriend. Isn't he important too?"

As soon as Liu Yue mentioned it, Yang Xiaofeng remembered Ji Songze who was still waiting for him in reality.

In front of his mother, Yang Xiaofeng knew that he might not be able to see his mother again, so in order to reassure his mother, he pinched his throat to prevent himself from crying.

"Good boy, there are still many meaningful things in life, not to let you not bear grudges, but that there is no need to bear grudges, people have to look forward. What's more, you are still young, and your life has a long way to go. Gotta go, right?"

Yang Xiaofeng looked at Liu Yue, opened his mouth to speak, but finally just looked at the increasingly distorted space in front of him and yelled "Mom" heartbreakingly.

"Brother Feng, are you okay?"

Seeing that Yang Xiaofeng woke up with a start and jumped up from his seat, the boss stepped forward and picked up the coat that was on him for him.

Yang Xiaofeng still had sleep marks on his face, his eyes were still red, and he looked at the boss with his mouth half open.

"Oh, I saw you fell asleep, so I brought you a coat and put it on. Does it matter?"

"It's okay, it's okay." Yang Xiaofeng took the coat, patted the dust, stood up slightly, looked around and asked, "Where are the two of them?"

"Qiu Luo went to a fellow townsman gathering, and the fat man said to go to the library for self-study."

"That's it."

Yang Xiaofeng looked at Ji Songze who was sitting cross-legged on the bed, and Fei Siqi who was sitting obediently beside him, and smiled at them, indicating that he was fine.

Fei Siqi was about to laugh back, but was stared at by Ji Songze, so frightened that he stared at him and didn't dare to glance at him.

Seeing this scene, Yang Xiaofeng finally couldn't help but laughed again.

Ji Songze came down now, pinched the nape of his neck, and asked, "Nightmare?"

Yang Xiaofeng shook his head with a smile, and patted his hand to indicate that it was okay.

He took out his mobile phone and sent a message to Mo Chensha, asking her to come out at night.

"Why did you ask her out?"

Ji Songze was still worried about Yang Xiaofeng. He saw that Yang Xiaofeng's mental condition was not very good, and he seemed to be very tired, so he was very dissatisfied with the fact that he had to go out at night.

After finishing speaking, he glared at Fei Siqi again, and warned him with his eyes, "If it weren't for you, our Xiaofeng wouldn't be so tired."

Fei Siqi was crying. He really felt that he was innocent. He thought it would be a tragedy if he lost his life. He didn't mean to lose his life, and he didn't mean to see you guys being intimate. Why is it all my fault?

Yang Xiaofeng didn't see this scene, and walked out of the dormitory in a few steps. It was still early and it had just darkened.So I turned on the light in the bathroom and saw no one around, so I said to him: "I promised her, let them meet and see him off for the last time."

Ji Songze still wanted to stop him: "There's no need to choose tonight, you're not in good spirits, so take a rest today."

"Resolve it as soon as possible, otherwise the night will be long and dreamy, and troubles will arise again." Yang Xiaofeng patted him on the shoulder, reassuring him.

"Then you don't hate Mo Chensha anymore?"

Yang Xiaofeng unscrewed the water valve, squeezed some hand sanitizer, and said while washing his hands: "It doesn't matter, it's been so many years. After this time, I will never see you again."

Ji Songze watched him wash off the foam on his hands, and sighed: "Okay, you can make up your mind."

"Ah, by the way," Yang Xiaofeng walked halfway, turned around and said, "Don't scare Fei Siqi anymore, he's leaving soon, treat her better."

Ji Songze said in his heart: You are so tall, if Mo Chensha bullies you, I will bully her man.

Seeing that it was still early, Yang Xiaofeng turned over the mecha movie that he hadn't finished watching last time. Ji Songze floated cross-legged beside him, watching with him.

Ji Songze's mind was not on the mecha film, he looked at Yang Xiaofeng's side face from time to time, and saw that although his eye sockets were still red, his expression had returned to normal.

He would open his phone every few minutes to see if there was any news, Ji Songze pressed his hand dissatisfiedly: "You said you would watch a movie with me."

"You're not watching either."

"You watch the movie, I watch you, it's just right."

"No, what if I don't see her reply to my message?"

Yang Xiaofeng charged the phone and looked at the phone persistently.

Ji Songze turned his head and gave Fei Siqi a hard look.

Fei Siqi, who had been shrunk into the mineral water bottle, became even smaller. He wished he could hide himself completely, and wailed in his heart: Wife, who the hell did you offend?

A movie is only two hours long, the mech movies are all over, the phone is already fully charged, the boss has gone out to take a shower, Mo Chensha still hasn't replied to his message.

"Did something happen?" Yang Xiaofeng looked at the chat interface and muttered to himself.

"She may not have seen it." This result was exactly what Ji Songze wanted, and he hurriedly pushed him to the door, "I think you are not in good spirits, take a shower and go to bed early."

Yang Xiaofeng was indeed a little listless. He wanted to listen to Ji Songze's words, but turned back halfway: "It's so late, will something happen to her little girl, I'd better call her and ask her."

When it comes to this point, Ji Songze can't stop him anymore, he can only hope that Mo Chensha can't answer the phone now, so that Yang Xiaofeng can go to bed early.

After a few beeps, the phone still picked up, and Mo Chensha said "Hello" anxiously and fiercely on the other end. When Yang Xiaofeng heard that the voice over there was very noisy and accompanied by music, he hurriedly asked her: " Where are you?"

"Outside."

"Why is it so noisy in your place?"

"bar."

"No, you won't have class tomorrow? Forget it, it's none of my business. Come back to school quickly..."

"I want you to control whether I go back to school or not."

There was a little crying in Mo Chensha's tone.

"Come back, I found your boyfriend."

"Don't mention him!" Mo Chensha yelled sadly on the other end of the phone, "I know he's dead, and the police station has notified me. Did you do it on purpose, did you want to see my jokes on purpose?"

After speaking, he hung up the phone.

Yang Xiaofeng held the phone in a daze for a while, then murmured, "I haven't finished talking yet, why are you in such a hurry."

"Forget it, let's wait for another two days, she calms down a little, you should talk to her." Ji Songze felt sorry for Yang Xiaofeng, and put his arms around his shoulders to persuade him softly.

Ignoring Ji Songze's cannibalistic eyes, Fei Siqi tried his best to stand up and said, "Why don't I come and talk to her."

"No, she can't hear you now. If you can meet, I can do something."

Ji Songze pushed Fei Siqi's head down, sneered, and told him with his eyes that if he came out to disturb him and Yang Xiaofeng again, he would never see Mo Chensha again.

Fei Siqi quickly shut up.

He turned his head to urge Yang Xiaofeng to go to bed early, but when he turned his head, he saw him sitting there and talking on his mobile phone.

After staying with Ji Songze for a long time, Yang Xiaofeng's sitting posture has also acquired his habit. He kicked off his shoes, sat cross-legged on a chair, and sent messages somewhere with his back bent.

He typed a long article, told Mo Chensha about the ins and outs, and finally mentioned "he has something to tell you" cryptically.

Yang Xiaofeng purposely didn't make his words too clear, he thought that there were too many people in the bar, if anyone saw it, Mo Chensha and himself might get into trouble.

To be on the safe side, he also sent a message to Luo Dadi, asking him to find Mo Chensha.

"Xiaofeng, are you... in better spirits?"

Ji Songze saw that he took a nap in the afternoon and talked more after waking up. He wanted to ask him if he was in a better mood, but he was afraid that asking him would make him sad again.

"Well," Yang Xiaofeng nodded, "I slept for a while in the afternoon, it's much better, but my eyes are still sore."

Ji Songze nodded, rubbed his head and smiled, "That's good."

The author has something to say: 2 p.m.