Boiling point

Under the quiet street lamp, the wind was blowing a little urgently. Li Yanqi leaned against the wall with his mobile phone in a daze for a while. The takeaway in his hand was hidden in his coat, but unfortunately the bag was already soaked and the dumplings inside were all rotten. He took a few steps forward and threw the things into the trash can.

What He Xin said just now was wrong, he noticed it right away, but at the time he thought that something happened to him in Nanxi, or Wang Meiren came to talk to him, but he never thought that he had already returned to Bincheng.

All the way back to the employer's house, Li Yanqi kept playing a sentence in his mind. It was what He Xin said to him when he was struggling to leave. He said that leaving is really a simple matter. gone.

Li Yanqi knew this feeling all too well. He had witnessed many people leaving, his father, Fei Jin, Master Zhang next door to the farm, Master Zeng and Boss Chen, and Wang Meiren who was about to leave school in pursuit of a better life.

When Wang Meiren asked him to talk alone without telling the whole class, his reluctance and sadness were real, but after thinking about it carefully, his blessings and expectations were also real.

I sincerely hope that they will have a better life after they leave and have a bright future. After all, this small place restricts and imprisons too many dreams and freedom. If possible, he also wants to take his brother to see big cities scenery.

So when facing these partings, he was very calm, and he would not panic like just now.

But He Xin is different. He said it nicely before, you stay here for a day and I will accompany you for a day until you don’t need me anymore. Wishing you a good trip, that's bullshit.

For the first time, Li Yanqi realized that he was so selfish. It turned out that subconsciously he didn't want He Xin to leave at all. He had a strong desire to possess him. No matter where he was, the premise was that he must be by his side.

That night, Li Yanqi called He Xin many times and left many messages on WeChat, but no one answered, and he did not receive a reply until the next day.

Li Yanqi found that the two of them were in the south and the first in the north. He had no other way to contact him except the phone. He was disappointed over and over again, and the fear in his heart slowly emerged. Began to be afraid, He Xin really figured it out, and put an end to this relationship that had died before it even started. He had already given the answer to the question he asked the other party to think about carefully.

"Wu Rui." He Xin's voice was exhausted, "I was in a trance on the balcony last night when I was smoking a cigarette, and my phone fell and fell into pieces. Do you have a spare, bring me one."

Wu Rui let out a sigh, "I'm out of town now, and my mother dragged me to drink New Year's wine last night. As a result, my parents were both drunk, and I had to stay at a relative's house for the night, and I won't be back until tomorrow morning. Sir, where are those old cell phones in your room?"

He Xin sighed and said, "Where do I have any room? Everything has been lost."

"Fuck." Wu Rui cursed angrily, "Tan Zetai is nothing."

He Xin smiled, "It doesn't matter, if you lose it, you lose it, anyway, I don't care."

Wu Rui hesitated on the other end of the phone, "Then I'll come back early and get your phone, otherwise it will be inconvenient for you."

"It's okay." He Xin said standing in front of the mourning hall, "You can come back tomorrow, I'll stay here for the next two days."

Wu Rui chatted with him on the phone, and then He Xin heard a burst of mournful and melodious mourning music, he stood up and set the landline, "I hung up, I have to go to the funeral home, come find me when you come back .”

"Okay." Wu Rui said with a smile, "If you have anything to do, you must remember to call me, I will come back even if I run."

"I'm sick. It's a city away. You're in Fujikawa." He Xin was stunned when he mentioned Fujikawa, and then his chest felt sour. "There is an ice factory behind the Drum Tower on Lefang Street in Fujikawa. You If you have time, you can go for a stroll, I don’t know if the popsicles I made last time are still there.”

Before Wu Rui yelled, "You were so close to me and never came back to see me, you scumbag", He Xin hung up the phone silently.

The sound of the funeral music was getting louder and louder, and it made people's brain hurt. He Xin didn't sleep all night, and his whole body was a little weak. Wreaths, let him lift the coffin, let him carry the coffin, let him hold the portrait, and occasionally stare at the black gauze on his arm in a daze.

The smell of the funeral parlor was terrible, the smell of burning incense was everywhere, and even the corners were filled with a coldness. The people who came to the memorial service almost occupied the entire venue. They were all prominent figures in society, and there were many He couldn't name his name, and he wanted to find relatives who had an eighth relationship.

The host recited a section of He Wenbo's life with great emotion. Many people present began to sob. The atmosphere was sad and heavy against the backdrop of mourning and music. He Xin wrapped herself tightly, not knowing what she was thinking, numb I walked through the program carefully, but actually didn't listen to a word.

In the end, the host yelled three times of silent mourning heart-piercingly, and the cries were endless. Among the noisy crowd, it seemed that he was the only one who did not cry.

He Xin lowered his head and smiled self-deprecatingly, he didn't know how to describe this feeling, some were at a loss, some were indignant, some were wronged and sad, and some were suddenly relieved.

It was time to bid farewell to the remains. At this time, everyone’s emotions were the most intense. Send them to be cremated. After being burned to a handful of ashes, the world will have nothing to do with him. Relatives and friends will be sad for a while, but there will be a day when they will regain their strength and gradually recover. No one on earth remembers that he existed.

So many people collapsed. Some lay beside the corpse and dragged desperately. Some cried so hard that they sat on the ground beating their chests and feet. Yes, he didn't have any feelings for grandpa, and he didn't hate it, but he still felt distressed when the old man sent a white-haired man to a black-haired man, so he helped his grandpa when he was too sad and fell down. Grandpa He Xin was supported Sitting on the chair, his father's body was sent away at this time. After a while, a strong smell of smoke came, and the living room was very quiet, as if he had stopped breathing for a short time. So far, alone again No matter how brilliant a life is, it cannot escape the fate of being turned into ashes.

He Xin poured a glass of water for his grandpa, and just as he walked over, he saw his grandpa suddenly stand up from his seat and hit him with the crutch in his hand.

He Xin couldn't dodge it in time, and supported the chair with his hands to avoid falling, but unfortunately part of the hot water spilled out and fell on his wrist.

"Grandpa." He Xin didn't care about the pain, and looked up in shock.

"Don't call me grandpa, you know what your mother did."

He Xin frowned, stared at the red spots on her hand for a while, and then smiled, "Grandpa, have you ever understood the main cause of the accident?"

With tears all over his face, the grandfather pointed at him with his crutches and said, "Whoever killed my son has nothing to do with your mother. Hasn't this crazy woman hurt our family badly enough?"

He Xin heard Tan Ze's chuckle, he turned his head and gave him a cold look, turned around and put his hand in his pocket, squeezed his fist tightly, walked to Grandpa and put down the water glass, and said neither humble nor humble, " I know this is hard for you to accept, and I hate it even when I look at it, but I still say that, I am not here to prove her innocence to anyone, but to fulfill my own Responsibilities, although they have never cared about me, but in name one is still my father and the other is still my mother, I have the obligation to send him on his last journey."

Grandpa's voice sounded like he was holding a mouthful of phlegm, and he laughed hoarsely, "He Xin, you have no feelings for your father at all, why bother to come here pretending to be a filial son, you didn't shed a single tear, you just wanted to feel at ease, You are as selfish as your mother."

He Xin turned her head, sighed lightly, and then smiled almost invisible, "Has he ever given me a chance to love him? Have you ever given me a chance to grow up full of sunshine? Then don't talk about whether I pretend or not, grandpa , I am not a dog, I am also related to you, how did I grow up, do you really know? I..." There was a sentence hidden in He Xin's mouth, but he didn't say it for a long time When he said it, he suddenly found it very funny. Many fearless excuses were meaningless at all, and they were powerless in the face of reality, because they would not understand, would not try to understand, and would only blindly blame, blindly dig out the hearts of others and then Step forward.

"Forget it, there's nothing to say." He Xin looked back at her grandfather, turned around without nostalgia, "Take care of yourself, I'm leaving."

The short-term sadness around seemed to be diluted by the farce just now. Many people cast strange glances at He Xin, as if they were watching a good show, and their expressions couldn't hide their relish. Many people in this world are too bored every day. , I like to watch others struggle in misfortune.

He Xin went to the toilet and flushed his hands. The waist hit by the crutches didn't hurt. Although his hand was red and swollen, it didn't hurt. He stared at himself in the mirror, his eyes were red and there were no tears, but he looked very embarrassed .

He Xin stroked the little stubble on his chin, and sighed lightly. He has to solve the matter here quickly, leave here, he wants to go home, he misses Li Yanqi.

"Ms. Li, Mr. Li, you have explained this question once." The little girl in the cram school held her chin and yelled twice, and Li Yanqi finally recovered from the long air.

"I'm sorry." Li Yanqi glanced at the small blackboard, took out his notebook and looked at them, and smiled apologetically at them, "I'm sorry, the teacher didn't pay attention."

"It's okay, teacher, you didn't sleep well last night, was it too cold? I'll ask mom to bring you another quilt today." Another little girl kindly suggested.

These two are twins, and Li Yanqi's employer paid him to come over to help her daughter who is in the third grade of junior high school. After three days, the little girls all liked him very much. Looking forward to the afternoon tutoring.

"Thank you Zixin, no need." Li Yanqi turned to the next page of the textbook, turned around and rubbed his temples, and began to lecture.

"Teacher, why didn't you mistake the two of us?" Zixin pointed at her and her sister.

Li Yanqi wiped the blackboard and said, "Everyone has their own unique characteristics. If you observe carefully, you won't make a mistake. Okay, let's give the lecture first, and talk about other issues later."

After three math lessons in a row, Li Yanqi's throat felt a little dry. He went to the kitchen to pour a glass of water, went back to the living room and sat down. When it was time for afternoon tea, the nanny would make a table of desserts and serve them up. The two girls liked it very much. Eating lemon-flavored cakes and seeing them eating so happily, he couldn't help but think of He Xin, and the rare appearance of him sitting obediently, waiting to be fed.

Li Yanqi knew that he was very out of shape these two days, and wanted to throw away all the messy thoughts, but when he closed his eyes, it was all He Xinhe Xin He Xin He Xin.

He Xin left, and He Xin couldn't get through on the phone. He Xin might not come back, and they might just miss it.

The little girl was allowed to watch TV during the break time. As soon as my sister turned on the TV, Li Yanqi heard the news of the death of He Wenbo, the general manager of the He Group, on the financial news channel. Maybe it was because he was sensitive to the surname He. Yan Qi raised his head for a moment and glanced at it, then the water glass in his hand almost fell to the ground.

He stood up suddenly, and quickly walked to the TV. It was the first time that the little girl saw Teacher Li in such a gaffe, and she didn't dare to turn off the channel, even though she was not interested in this kind of news at all.

He Wenbo died in a car accident, and the He Group was in crisis. According to the reporter, the car accident was not just an accident, but a tragedy caused by a family dispute. There were three people in the car. Tan, who was in a severe coma, was He Wenbo's wife who just married last year. Zhou in the back seat is He Wenbo's ex-wife. What's even more surprising is that Zhou is mentally abnormal and lives in a nursing home all year round. For some reason, she appeared in He Wenbo's car this time.According to the on-site surveillance video, before the big truck hit, Zhou, out of control, rushed forward and tried to grab the steering wheel. During the dispute between the three, the car accident happened unfortunately, which led to the current tragedy. He Zhai sent a report.

Li Yanqi stared at a certain figure on the screen, and his eyes widened.

Although he was wearing a mask and staying in the corner all in black, Li Yanqi recognized He Xin immediately.

He didn't know much about the situation in the other party's family, but he knew that He Xin had a mentally disturbed mother, and this person should be Zhou.

He Xin did not appear in the following broadcast, but the flashing scene just now gave Li Yanqi a lot of shock, especially the look of He Xin standing in the corner with a tired face, which made his heart twitch violently. It hurts.

He was stunned for a long time before he regained his sanity, so it was He Xin's mother who accidentally caused his father's death?He Xin will return to Bincheng because he has to deal with the funeral?

It was crazy, he couldn't imagine that this would happen in reality, the two girls finished watching the news and whispered to each other.

"Do they have children? If so, the ex-wife's children are so broken now. If I definitely can't accept it, I may also have a mental disorder."

"Shh, stop talking, Mr. Li, are you okay?"

Li Yanqi kept standing on the spot for a while without moving, then turned his head mechanically, closed his eyes with a pale face, grabbed the mobile phone on the table and ran out.

As the rain and fog fell, he ran forward desperately along the alley, remembering how uncomfortable He Xin would be when he praised him with a hoarse voice that night, pretending to be indifferent?How helpless would it be?

Li Yanqi felt that his heart was in a mess, and the sudden pain made him almost out of breath.

After running for a long time, not knowing where he went, Li Yanqi squatted down, supported his knees and let out a low growl.

The phone vibrated, and he fumbled out to answer it in a hurry, but it wasn't He Xin calling, it was Brother Qiu, who he knew from shooting magazines before.

"Hey, it's a good thing you picked it up." Brother Qiu said, "He Xin's phone can't get through, maybe he's in a bad mood, and I have nothing to do, so I just want to tell you that the magazine will be released the day after tomorrow, and the money is only two The sky is coming to you."

"En." Li Yanqi said, "Thank you."

"Your voice is also hoarse. You must be exhausted from being with He Xin for the past two days. It's a fucking thing, tsk." Brother Qiu rubbed his chin and sighed.

Li Yanqi was silent for a while and said, "He and I... are not together."

He was stunned for a long time before he smiled, "Oh, then you can comfort him when he comes back. By the way, didn't I tell you that the name of this magazine has changed."

Li Yanqi nodded, "No, changed it to something?"

Brother Qiu squinted his eyes in satisfaction, "He Xin called me a few days ago to ask me to change the name. He said he wanted to call it Reality, implying that although people of their age are not mature enough, great enough, or perfect enough , Occasionally get lost, occasionally make mistakes, but no matter what, let go of their defenses, take off their disguise, they want to face themselves, find themselves, and be themselves.”

Li Yanqi clenched his fists suddenly.

Brother Qiu said with a smile, "He Xin is quite thoughtful, he can realize such a truth."

Li Yanqi's throat moved slightly. After hearing the word "real" just now, he suddenly plucked a certain string in his heart called "impulse".

Li Yanqi didn't know when Brother Qiu's call hung up, but when he realized it, his eyes were a little hot, and He Xin's smile played in a loop in his mind, He Xin's ruthless look, He Xin's powerful Hugs, He Xin rampant kisses.

He lowered his head and covered his face, as if his seven meridians were suddenly opened up, and he suddenly realized that his previous retreat and hesitation were simply stupid.

Surrounded by a waste factory, Li Yanqi walked around and came to a pile of useless wooden chairs, holding an iron rod dug out from nowhere in his hand, and smashed it forward fiercely.

The wooden chair was halfway down, making a creaking and cracking sound.

He didn't care, he smashed it more than a dozen times in a row, kicked a few more times, and soon everything here was smashed, Li Yanqi took a few breaths, dropped the stick, and then closed his eyes smiled.

Some things are like a wall in my heart, and I must constantly destroy it, cross it, and discard it in order to find a way to move on.

What is real?

The truth is that he misses He Xin very much now, the truth is that he likes him so much that he doesn't want to let go at all, the truth is that he wants to go to him immediately and tell him whether you want to understand or not, I just want to be with you, I I want to fall in love with you, I want to face the bullshit things in life with you, and live every day happily together.

The truth is that he doesn't want to regret in the future, doesn't want to miss happiness, doesn't want to think about it after a few years, and finds that he can't remember the warm and vivid heartbeat at this moment.

The truth is that he wants to be serious and self-willed for a while, be a little more chic, and live only for himself.

He thought that a person with his personality might never love someone like this again in his whole life, and there is no second He Xin worthy of his liking in this world.

As for being not accepted by reality, whether he can be blessed by others, whether it will last forever, are not in his consideration at this moment. He doesn't want to be rational anymore, he wants to go crazy for He Xin once.

When he needs him, go to his side no matter what.

The pile of broken copper and rotten iron shattered to the ground. Li Yanqi supported the wall and took a deep breath. The punch just now accidentally injured himself. There was a wound on his hand, which was bleeding, but he It didn't hurt at all, but he felt relieved for a while. He laughed loudly, witnessing the collapse of the wall in his heart. It turned out to be such a refreshing thing.

He took out his mobile phone and played back a call to Qiu Ge.

"Well, what happened?"

"Brother Qiu, do you know the address of He Xin's house?" Li Yanqi spoke quickly.

Brother Qiu said suspiciously, "I know which neighborhood it is in, but I don't know which building it is."

"It's okay, just tell me." Li Yanqi said.

"No, you're in Nanxi. It's Chinese New Year. Why did you travel so far? Air tickets are very expensive these days."

Li Yanqi smiled, lit a cigarette, took two puffs, and coughed again due to the smell of smoke. This pack of cigarettes was bought in the supermarket yesterday, and the pack that He Xin often smoked.

The feeling of smoking is not good, but the smell of smoke is very familiar and can give him endless courage.

Li Yanqi took another breath, coughed and said, "Brother Qiu, don't you know? We young people...cough cough cough, sometimes we just like...cough... ...do things with your own drive and passion.”

Brother Qiu was speechless for a while, then clicked his tongue and said, "You like He Xin, right?"

Before he realized whether he was asking too directly, Li Yanqi dusted off the cigarette ash with his fingers, smiled and said, "Is it not possible?"