famine

Jiang Xuan glanced at the phone, there was a negative one degree on the weather software, the small gray words below it said overcast, and the heavy pollution was hung on the back.

The original idea of ​​going out was a bit withered, especially when he was frozen as soon as he left the dormitory, he had the idea of ​​going back to the house. He took out his phone and looked at it again, and saw that the predicted temperature for the next few hours was a series of minus three Four or five degrees, Jiang Xuan sighed, buttoned the hat on his clothes and went out.

Even though it has been more than a week since the holiday, Jiang Xuan still feels unaccustomed to the streets with few pedestrians when walking on the street.The attached high school is next to the business district, and there are quite a lot of people who come and go, plus students and young people from society with green skins on their heads and daoism paintings on them, it looks even more mixed.At this time, it was clear that no one could be seen, and even the occasional passers-by did not look sideways, Jiang Xuan still felt awkward.

A scene had involuntarily appeared in his mind, still from God's perspective.It’s probably a street, with buildings and trees on both sides. Did you see that little black dot the size of an ant is a person, a high school student of the attached middle school, who just came out of school, and the whole street is just a little black dot. It looks very conspicuous.

Jiang Xuan always felt that someone was staring at him, maybe it was a person standing at the height of God's perspective, staring at him with malicious intentions and smiling, still thinking about how to crush this little black spot to death with a thumb , and then looked at the little black dot that was no longer moving and laughed wildly with its hands on its hips.

In order not to give people from God's perspective a chance to laugh, Jiang Xuan shrunk his chin into his neckline again. He had already seen that the car he had hit was already waiting at the intersection, so he ran over quickly with his pockets in his pocket.

When I got home, my mother was still awake, and the door of the bedroom was still tightly closed, and Jiang Xuan didn't open it—because my mother must have locked the door.The housekeeping aunt came to clean the house three times a week. He deliberately picked the day when the housekeeping aunt was there to go home, because his mother would not be particularly crazy if there were outsiders.

Auntie is already preparing lunch in the kitchen, because she didn’t know that Jiang Xuan would come back, and originally wanted to order more dishes, Jiang Xuan didn’t want to stay longer, she just waited for her mother to wake up and take a look at her, and then left after reading, so she didn’t let her Auntie is busy again.

It was an hour after my mother woke up. Jiang Xuan was sitting silently in the living room at that time, and the TV was not turned on. He was idly leaning on the back of the sofa, squinting his eyes and listening to the sound of his aunt cooking in the kitchen. .Almost at the same time when the bedroom door rang, Jiang Xuan suddenly frowned and looked up.

Mom's sleepy-eyed expression immediately changed, and her pale face was distorted, but the anger she expected didn't come—maybe she really didn't want to go crazy in front of outsiders. Mom stared at Jiang Xuan's face and said coldly: "You What are you here for?" His voice was still a little hoarse, he might have gotten angry, or he might have suffered from insomnia and had taken a lot of sleeping pills.

Jiang Xuan looked at her without saying a word.

In fact, he had seen many photos of his mother when she was young, and she was indeed very similar to her aunt, even now, but many times Jiang Xuan couldn't see any similarities between them.

My grandfather's family is all from the south, and my mother is a girl from a serious water town. She can't be said to be good at dancing, but she is a real umbrella girl.Accompanied by the pattering rain, the graceful plantain is gentle and soft.

But now, seeing her frail, fierce, and even nervous expression, Jiang Xuan suddenly forgot his purpose of coming here today.

My mother's original black and beautiful long hair has long since become rough and dull. It hangs down on her thin shoulders and neck like dry grass, and her cheeks are sunken. She obviously has no physical ailments, but Already like a terminally ill cancer patient.

"It's so unlucky to see you as a trash as soon as you open your eyes." Seeing that Jiang Xuan didn't speak, my mother's face darkened a lot, her jaw clenched even tighter, and she stretched out her finger weakly to point at the door, her eyes almost popping out, "Get out!" My family, don't let me see you again."

"..."

Jiang Xuan closed his eyes, stood up with gritted teeth, and said softly, "I'm here to tell you that I won't be here during the Chinese New Year, so don't make trouble."

Mom frowned, "Who..."

"Even if you make another phone call to find a way to die," Jiang Xuan raised his voice and stopped in front of his mother, "Jiang Jianguo won't come back. I won't talk to you. You can live or die as you please. No one cares about you. There is no need to report any more."

At the same moment when the words fell, Jiang Xuan felt an inexplicable pleasure.

Without stopping for a moment, he turned around and walked towards the door. The housekeeper stood at the kitchen door with a worried face, glared at Jiang Xuan resentfully, and seemed to say, "What are you fussing about with her, a lunatic?"

Within two seconds, Mom started screaming like crazy.

Jiang Xuan didn't need to look back to think of his mother's current appearance. She must be kneeling on the ground, clutching her hair and tearing her scalp violently. When she screamed, her chapped lips would be torn open again, and there was blood from the wound. flow out.

If resentment could kill, Jiang Xuan would probably have become a fan by now.

When Jiang Jianguo saw Jiang Jianguo in the elevator, Jiang Xuan thought he was dreaming.

Because as far as he knows, Jiang Jianguo hasn't been in this house for at least half a year. He is now wearing a suit, and after a day of work, there are many wrinkles on his elbows and shoulders. Pinched, the glasses slid down and hung on the bridge of the nose.

The father and son inside and outside the elevator looked at each other, but neither said a word.

After an unknown amount of time, Jiang Xuan looked away, lowered his eyes and walked into the elevator, standing in the corner on the other side of Jiang Jianguo, ignoring him.

And Jiang Jianguo quickly put away the surprise in his eyes after experiencing the surprise just now, opened his mouth, forgot to go out for a while, and turned his head to look at Jiang Xuan in a daze.

The smell of men's cologne on his body soon spread to Jiang Xuan's nose. Jiang Xuan saw that he was carrying gifts and fruit food for his mother, and his left and right hands were covered. Bloated body, like a big tumbler.

"...Little Thrush," the tumbler opened his mouth, his expression becoming very uncomfortable, and he paused for two seconds after he finished speaking, as if he was thinking about his words, "Are you going to school?"

Jiang Xuan didn't speak, and raised an eyebrow to look at him.

Sure enough, within a few seconds, Jiang Jianguo's expression suddenly changed, and he became even more embarrassed: "Oh, look at me, I'm so busy, you're already on winter vacation, right?"

Jiang Xuan was not stingy this time, and nodded readily.

"you......"

"Aren't you going out?" Jiang Xuan asked.

Didn't you come to see your mother? Why are you still chatting in the elevator?

My mother would be very happy to know, maybe she can perform an explosion in place.

Jiang Jianguo: "I'll go out, go out...Little thrush, are you okay for a while? You wait for me at the door, I'll come out right away, let's chat, wait for me."

As if he was afraid that Jiang Xuan would refuse, Jiang Jianguo had already opened the closed elevator door, and stepped out with a few quick steps.

Jiang Xuan was stunned for a while with his mouth open, and finally had to press the elevator, and went to the door of the unit ahead of time to wait.

Mom hadn't seen Jiang Jianguo for so long, so she wouldn't let him go easily, but after waiting for less than a quarter of an hour, Jiang Xuan saw Jiang Jianguo coming out of the elevator.

The relationship between him and Jiang Jianguo is quite wonderful, they are not like father and son at all, they are not even friends, even in the eyes of Jiang Xuan, this person is a stick figure most of the time.

Not even a face.

The status is probably not as good as Wang Peng.

The father and son walked in the community one after the other, Jiang Xuan walked in front, Jiang Jianguo followed step by step, and finally came to the deserted cake shop in front of a family.

The cake shop is opened by a local, and the meeting is not closed yet. Jiang Xuan is familiar with it, because he would come here to do psychological training every time he comes home before high school, or sometimes his mother would be so angry that he wanted to beat him up. people.

This cake room is similar to a coffee shop. Most of the time, the customers who come here are groups of little girls. They buy a few small cakes and sit around, chatting while eating, which is especially useful to pass the time.

When they entered the store, there was only the store manager inside, and there was a rest area on the left side of the door. Jiang Jianguo rushed to order coffee at the counter, and Jiang Xuan sat in the nearby booth with no expression. He didn't know what was going on in his mind, anyway It's all irrelevant content such as "Why is there a pot of succulents on the table" and "Can you put your legs on the opposite side when you straighten your legs".

Not long after, Jiang Jianguo came back.

He sat opposite Jiang Xuan, with his hands clasped together on the table.

The overhead light was dim, and after hitting the face, Jiang Xuan could see the oily light on Jiang Jianguo's forehead very clearly.He observed again and again, and he was sure that Jiang Jianguo had thick hair, so he should not be genetically bald or something.

But Jiang Jianguo didn't know what he was thinking. He pushed the silver glasses, and then found that the lenses were a little dirty, so he took them off again, took out a glasses cloth from his pocket, wiped them, and put them on.

He tentatively said: "...Little Thrush, how are you lately..."

"Very good," Jiang Xuan said, with calm eyes, "I don't need anything, I have enough money, and I don't have to worry about studying."

Jiang Jianguo was stunned.

"Your mother..." he said with difficulty, "how is she?"

Jiang Xuan snorted, "Didn't you see it all?"

She almost forgot who she was.

Jiang Jianguo felt extremely guilty: "I'm sorry, little thrush, I'm the one who's sorry for your mother and son, I know you can't forgive me for whatever I do..."

"Don't say that, there is no me without you, right? And she never hated you, and it's too late for her to love you. Where can I forgive you?"

Jiang Jianguo: "Little Thrush, don't talk like that, Dad feels very sad... Two months ago, Grandpa Yifei died, he was my father-in-law, and Dad is also uncomfortable over there. There are too many insignificant things to deal with the affairs of the company. Every relative over there is calling me, and I can't stop for a moment. I have to take care of you and your mother. Dad is really too busy. You Don't play tricks on me, okay?"

Jiang Xuan: "What does it have to do with me?"

In fact, what he wanted to say was none of my business.

Just then the owner came with a tray, bent down to put two cups of coffee on the table, and walked away very politely.

Jiang Jianguo quickly picked it up and took a big gulp, then knocked the cup on the table, frowned, his eyes were red, he looked remorseful, and in Jiang Xuan's eyes, he looked remorseful.

His hands on the table were tightly clenched together, and the atmosphere was extremely oppressive.

"You shouldn't have come to provoke her. If it wasn't for you, she would still be carefree in a certain place, raising her husband and raising her children. She would never be like this—a little girl living in a fairy tale. She is forty, she is old, but she dreams every day."

Jiang Jianguo's expression changed, and his expression was greatly distressed. Jiang Xuan saw tears rolling out of the man's eye sockets, changing from one drop to another, and finally converging into a bunch of water, which was wiped away by the man's hand.

"I'm sorry for her, I'm sorry for you." Jiang Jianguo's voice was choked up when he spoke.

Jiang Xuan didn't show any expression, but his heart was in a panic, so he used the excuse of drinking coffee to suppress the oppression in his chest and regained his composure: "Don't worry about me, you don't owe me anything, you owe her much, you have to pay it back. But whatever you do, whatever you want to do, don't involve me."

The two had nothing to talk about at first, and what they talked about was nothing more than one person's endless confession and the other's complete boredom. Jiang Xuan had long been overwhelmed by it, and he didn't want to get involved in the affairs between his mother and Jiang Jianguo. He just wanted to be steadfast and do nothing , anyway, he has been like this since he had his own ideas, and he doesn't think there is anything wrong with it.

The coffee cups on the table were still warm when the two left the cake room.

Jiang Jianguo's eyes were red, and he grabbed Jiang Xuan, insisting on giving him a few tickets for the art exhibition.

"I organized this photography exhibition. The main character is a bird. I took a lot of pictures. There are also some works in the same circle. The quality is very good. It is open from the first day of the new year to the eighth day of the new year. If you are bored , you can go around, call a few friends, and see more."

Jiang Xuan glanced at the tickets, but didn't answer them.

Jiang Jianguo said earnestly: "Don't be angry with me. Although I can't see you, I know what you are doing. You like Twisted Birds. This is a good thing. Go and see, it will be good for you."

Jiang Xuan took the ticket and stuffed it into his pocket.

In fact, you can directly say that you can’t go, you want to go to the countryside for the New Year, not in the city.

But he just didn't want to mention it to Jiang Jianguo.

It's the same as being forced to add WeChat friends.

What do you want me to do, what do I do, then you have to shut up, and don't bother me to turn my face.

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There is one more in the afternoon~

ps: The epidemic is so serious recently, everyone must take good precautions!