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After the chess and card room was reported, Xiang Shulan hadn't opened it for a while, and she spent more time at home these days.

When Zhang Jin came home after evening self-study, he found that the house was brightly lit, and Xiang Shulan was sitting in the living room, watching TV while knitting, and a warm and sweet aroma wafted from the kitchen.

When Zhang Jin was just born, Xiang Shulan often stewed red dates and peanut soup at home because of postpartum anemia, so Zhang Jin could smell the sweet scent with a light sniff.

"I'm back, Mom will serve you some soup." Xiang Shulan got up and said.

Zhang Jin put down his backpack and walked out the door, and shouted at Shulan's back in a daze, "Where are you going?"

Zhang Jin replied: "I asked Kuang'er to come down and eat together."

The son's joy permeated her voice, and Xiang Shulan was stunned for a moment by the "Kuang'er" he blurted out, and then walked into the kitchen after a while, and poured out the soup.

Zhang Jin quickly brought Cheng Kuang, and Cheng Kuang greeted Shulan politely.Xiang Shulan smiled as usual, but she couldn't call out the friendly "little handsome guy". She smiled and said, "You're welcome."

In the bright room, Xiang Shulan was the only one who had something on her mind.Sitting on the sofa, she looked at the two people at the table nonchalantly, remembering the reserved and distant look on Cheng Kuang's face when she first met him.At that time, it was because of that look that she pulled the child who met by chance into the house.

Now the two of them are sitting together drinking soup, which is very different from then.

Zhang Jin quietly put the spoon into Cheng Kuang's bowl, quickly took a spoonful and brought it to his mouth, after tasting it, he questioned in a low voice: "Your bowl seems sweeter?"

Cheng Kuang: "..."

Silly Pao'er is not greedy enough, eating what's in his bowl and staring at what's in other people's bowls. To use the "old man's saying" that Cheng Kuang has heard before, this is called "stolen rice is more fragrant".

He asked, "How about another bowl?"

"Change." Zhang Jin glanced at Shulan, and then pushed his bowl towards Cheng Kuang like a thief.

The two of them were doing secret activities, when the two bowls collided on the way, there was a soft "ding" sound, Cheng Kuang quickly hooked the bowl away, and suddenly felt like a thief.

This kind of childish fun had gone away as early as his childhood, and it returned to Cheng Kuang after nearly ten years of absence, and he was already an adult at this time.

After finishing the soup, Cheng Kuang went back. When Zhang Jin came down from the stairwell, he met a short and fat figure.

As soon as Mrs. Wang saw him, she shrank back. On the narrow stairs, Zhang Jin looked down at her condescendingly.

I saw the old woman timidly leaning against the wall, turning her cloudy eyes aside, pretending not to see him, but she was always vigilantly watching his movements from the corner of her eye.

The way Zhang Jin smashed the door with a shovel that day left a deep shadow on Mrs. Wang. From the corner of her eye, she saw the little hooligan's gloomy gaze, and her skinny neck felt chills.She felt that the next second the little hooligan would strangle her neck like a chicken and a duck, making her unable to speak a word—or kick her down the stairs, throwing her out of the house for the rest of her life.

While she was waiting anxiously, the little hooligan finally made a move.

Zhang Jin looked away from the weak and cautious old woman, stepped on the voice-activated light, and passed her by.

Mrs. Wang froze for a moment, and after regaining her senses, she hurriedly ran back home, as if she was afraid that he would regret it.

In fact, Zhang Jin did regret it.

It was only later that he realized that the words of Mrs. Wang that made him feel like a pain had also pierced into Xiang Shulan's ears.

Xiang Shulan was knitting until very late, when she put down her things and went back to the house, she heard Zhang Jin go out.

Xiang Shulan's nerves have been tense for the past few days, and she is extremely sensitive to the sound of the door opening, especially at night.It was almost twelve o'clock now, and Xiang Shulan subconsciously called him before she had time to think about it.

"Jin, where are you going?"

After waiting for a while, Xiang Shulan did not hear back.

She pushed open the door and came out, looking around anxiously, only to find that Zhang Jin was no longer in the yard.

Xiang Shulan's heart skipped a beat, and she suddenly looked at the balcony on the second floor. The light leaking from the curtain made her freeze in place.

The wind was very strong that night, and the iron gate was blown loudly.

Xiang Shulan was bewitched by some unknown force, she walked out of the courtyard unconsciously, and when she regained her composure, she had already walked into the stairwell.

She looked at the stairs hesitantly, not sure if she should go up or not.

At this moment, she heard Zhang Jin's voice calling her, looked towards Shulan, and found that Zhang Jin was looking at her at the gate of the courtyard.

Seeing that the trash can at home was full, Zhang Jin went out to take out the trash, and when he came back, he saw his mother standing in the stairwell in a daze.He didn't think much at first, but Xiang Shulan's reaction made him feel strange.

Zhang Jin just yelled "Mom", Xiang Shulan stopped as if she had been shot, the panic on her face didn't have time to put away, revealing her preoccupied feet.

It was from that moment that Zhang Jin vaguely sensed something was wrong.

At night when he lay awake in bed, he sat up in the silence and went out to get some water.The moment the door was opened, a familiar dry cough came from Shulan's room.

Zhang Jin froze in place suddenly, he suddenly felt a chill coming out from under the door of Xiang Shulan's room along with the sound, and climbed up his back along his ankle.

In the darkness, the coughing sound inside the door became very strange. Zhang Jin thought of the previous few nights, it seemed that every time this sound appeared when he closed the door and was about to go upstairs, it seemed... as if he was pinching the time coughed up.

Standing motionless, Zhang Jin suddenly had an idea - he felt that every cough was asking him "where are you going" and telling him "don't go".

The fuck might have found something.

Zhang Jin was a little disturbed by this guess, he closed his eyes, and his heart beat heavily against his chest.

Xiang Shulan in the room was as upset as he was.

After the slight sound of the door opening, Xiang Shulan didn't hear anything for a long time, she waited for a while, but still didn't hear anything, and at this moment, the headache hit again, throbbing on her temple.

Xiang Shulan was concerned about her son outside the house, but her headache prevented her from concentrating. She clenched her hands into fists and beat her head unknowingly, trying to beat back the migraine—but her tactics failed up.

Failed, Xiang Shulan leaned her head against the cold and hard wall, and gasped "hissingly".

When she was tormented by the headache and began to sigh, the door opened, and Xiang Shulan raised her eyelids tiredly, and saw Zhang Jin walking towards herself with a medicine box under his arm and a teacup of hot water in his hand.

Her worry changed at this moment, like a needle, piercing her heart soft and painful.

Zhang Jin put the teacup on the bedside table, and turned on the light in the bedroom. The light illuminated the room, and also illuminated Xiang Shulan's pale face. rosy.

Xiang Shulan was blinded by the sudden light, and then she heard Zhang Jin's voice.Zhang Jin asked, "Mom, what's wrong with you?"

This voice gave her a bit of comfort in the torment of headache, she gently waved her hand and said: "It's okay, my head hurts a little, it will be fine in a while..."

"Where does it hurt?" Zhang Jin reached out and touched her temple before she finished speaking, "Is it here?"

Xiang Shulan was stunned for a moment, then nodded, and then she felt a pair of wet and cool things stuck to her temples on both sides - it was her son's hands.

Zhang Jin had washed his hands while pouring water, and there were still delicate drops of water on his fingers. He stood hunched over by the bed, quietly massaging Xiang Shulan's temples.He originally came in full of suspicion, but seeing his mother's weak appearance, Zhang Jin suddenly felt like a stab in his throat.

Although the massage effectively relieved the headache, Xiang Shulan refused to let Zhang Jin massage more, and soon said that he was much better, and urged him to go back to the room to sleep.

After she urged her several times, Zhang Jin finally let go of his hand and went out.

It didn't take long before he came back again.

"Mom, go to bed early." Zhang Jin's footsteps stopped by the bedside, he put a wrung cold towel on Xiang Shulan's forehead, and whispered before leaving, "...I'm in the next door , not going anywhere."

——He knows it all.

Xiang Shulan stared blankly at his back, remembering how his back looked on the bicycle, and after a long time, sighed silently.

Her son is a good boy, and Cheng Kuang... is also a good boy, but the two of them have walked a difficult road.

Why do you have to choose this path?

She thought of Mrs. Wang's words again, which made her hair stand on end for a while.

No one knows better than Xiang Shulan how terrible rumors are. She has lived in gossip for half her life, and she knows that rumors are like a puddle of sewage in a stinky ditch.

These two children are still too young to be impulsive and make mistakes, but the consequences of some mistakes are too serious. They still have to take the college entrance examination and have a long-term prospect and future. She dare not and cannot bear to see them take any risks.

...Why do you have to choose this path?Xiang Shulan thought again in a daze.

The next morning, Xiang Shulan and Zhang Jin had a secret they both knew well, and they chose to remain silent.No one broke this heavy heart, and the mother and son still lived peacefully under the roof.

In this respect, they are very similar.

Zhang Jin knew that it was impossible for him to confront Xiang Shulan head-on, and it was impossible to force Xiang Shulan to admit something or make a compromise, just like Xiang Shulan knew everything, but he didn't say a word in front of Zhang Jin, just using a cautious and cautious attitude. Coughing, begging him to stay.

No one wants to force anyone, but no one compromises.Xiang Shulan knew that in this silent confrontation, the day when the roof would be crushed would come sooner or later.

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I tell myself every day that the end will come sooner or later.