famine

Another gust of cold wind came in from the window, and only half of the bed curtain that was drawn at will covered the window. The coldness was reduced by half by the thick bed curtain, and then passed through the heating under the window, and really blown to the body Sometimes it's like scratching an itch, and you can hardly notice it if you don't feel it carefully.

In the closed living room, there was only the clicking sound of the circular dial on the wall. There were two people at home, but there was no sound outside the door.

At this moment, the figure sitting on the edge of the writing desk by the window moved, took off his slippers, leaned back on the chair, and raised his bare feet to curl up on the chair.

Jiang Tong exited the chat interface with Cheng Hong, slid up and down boredly, and glanced at the class dormitory group and WeChat payment, without any urge to go in and have a look.

The Wusan set he brought out from school had been opened for at least one morning, and he sat here all morning, finishing his meal without even looking up.

Xueba felt a little anxious.

Then the anxious Xueba opened Moments in the next second, pulled down to refresh, and within two seconds, a bunch of new posts appeared.

Xu Fei, Chen Zhengyu, and Wang Peng are all here.

Jiang Xuan didn't pay attention to what they posted, and his eyes stayed on a circle of friends that was very unexpected.

When he saw the political teacher's circle of friends, he almost thought he was hallucinating.

Why did you add her wechat friend at that time?

Oh, it seems to be to sign up for a science and technology competition.At the beginning, this event was announced by the General Office of Arts and Sciences. Of course, you have to find these teachers for on-campus registration.Jiang Xuan found the political teacher in their class, but the final exam was about to come, and she was busy writing papers with other teachers, and he filled out the registration form on his mobile phone after adding friends.

The pictures posted by the political teacher are similar to those of the other three people in the dormitory, they all eat.

This is her lunch.

The egg soup and pasta looked okay, the filter was added thickly, I was a little hungry just after eating.

"…"Um?

After Jiang Yin exited, he quickly clicked on the chat interface of the process, scrolled up twice, and stared at the picture he sent not long ago for a long time.

A question that he had been pondering for a long time before but left behind in a blink of an eye was suddenly remembered again, as if his mind exploded, Jiang Xuan didn't even notice that he frowned in an instant.

Coincidence.

There are only a few tables turned over and over in the restaurant, and the possibility of coincidence is too great.

And the two of them are not boyfriend and girlfriend, how could they have dinner together at this time, and Cheng Lang is still at work.

But this chopsticks...

We Xueba are not good at this point, we are very good at observation, and as long as there is no hallucination, we can basically guess right.

…Why did Cheng Lang lie to me?Why do you say that you are with your colleagues when you eat with a political teacher?

And if nothing else happened, Cheng Hong was in the company—teacher Zheng went to the company to find him?What are you looking for?Still going to the company?

Are they really boyfriend and girlfriend?

"……Hold."

In the end, Jiang Xuan was out of sight and out of mind, without turning off the screen, he threw his phone on the bed without turning off his hand.

Fortunately, he basically didn't live at home, and the bed wasn't as soft as the one used by his mother. The mobile phone fell on it and made a muffled sound, and the process of bouncing up and falling to the ground couldn't be realized.

But for some reason, Jiang Xuan's action of throwing the mobile phone is very chic and casual. He thought that by doing this, he would forget his troubles as usual, but it turned out to be counterproductive.

Then he still kept the posture of sitting cross-legged, with his elbows on his knees, and stared at the table for 15 minutes.

The movement just now was a bit big, when the hand retracted, it caught the curtain beside him, and the latter was pulled open a little, revealing the entire window.

The little zombie started knocking on the threshold again, feeling inexplicably irritable, with waves of discomfort gushing out like bubbling springs.

What came out together with it was also the discomfort that he himself couldn't explain clearly.

very bad.

Jiang Xuan took a long breath and let it out slowly.

He turned his head and looked out the window. This angle was the same as that of his aunt's house, which was also on the sixth floor.But it is not as good as the layout of the blue bridge, which gives people full freedom and comfort.

Before the idea of ​​not wanting to stay with his mother appeared, Jiang Xuan had always lived in this bedroom. It can be said that once the door is closed, this is his own world.He has a deep memory of the corners, the yellowed walls, and the post-it notes with junior high school physics formulas on the wall of the desk.

But sitting in this position now, he couldn't remember how he felt back then.

Turning his head from his perspective, the bedroom is located on the edge of the balcony of the living room, and there is a small protruding platform that cannot be ignored, on which the external unit of the air conditioner is placed.

It's just this small piece, but it blocks half of people's sight when looking out of the window.

In the past, when Jiang Xuan felt tired after staying up late studying, he would use this to relieve his sleepiness, but he was always blocked by this corner, so his heart became more and more depressed.

Now, not only the psychological effect, but also his suddenly messy and painful head is making this depression intensified.

It was as if two forces suddenly emerged. They confronted each other, fought together, pulled and bit each other, and Jiang Xuan was tortured until he had a splitting headache, but they were still undecided.

It has been two days since I came out of my aunt's house, Jiang Xuan didn't go back to school, but took a taxi directly to go home.

However, he always felt that it was more appropriate to replace "go home" with "go back to my mother's house", but he was afraid that his mother would get confused if she found out, so he kept saying "go home".

But he will not tell his mother whether he will go home, when he will go home, and how many people will go home.

Only every time my mother forced him to show up, would she tell her clearly how long it would take for him to get home, and there was no guarantee that the "two people" would go home.

It sounds incomprehensible, but the two of them have been together in this strange pattern for a long time.

My mother has become like this now, she refuses medical treatment and a psychiatrist, she stays in the dream Jiang Jianguo created for her, and refuses to even step out of the door.

In the past, Jiang Xuan was indeed obedient to her, carefully observing her emotions, he thought it would make her more comfortable.But it was later discovered that his blind indulgence would only make his mother's condition worse and his thinking more extreme.

So when threats such as "I will die if you don't show up" started to come out of her mouth, Jiang Xuan followed her crazy for a while and chose to leave her side.

So the relationship between him and his mother became what it is now, everything is conditional.

You can go crazy and be willful, but you have to listen to me.

And you are helpless, because you have no one else around you except me.

After Jiang Xuan entered the house, he rummaged through the corner of the shoe cabinet for the pair of slippers he was wearing before, put them on, then slowly took off his coat, and finally picked up the things he had brought into the house.

The woman sitting on the sofa turned her face and stared at him the whole time. At this moment, she met his eyes, her expression was stunned for a moment, but she quickly regained her composure, her pointed chin raised and lowered, and she nodded at him .

"Want to come back?"

After confirming that she looked good and her spirits were normal, Jiang Xuan looked away, handed the snacks that his aunt gave him when he went out, and handed to the aunt who heard the sound, and said lightly: "I will come back for two days."

"Hey," my mother turned her head, holding the remote control and staring at the station uninterruptedly, which seemed to Jiang Xuan to be broadcasting indiscriminately, "You think I'm an inn? Come if you want?"

Jiang Xuan still said the same thing: "I'll come to see you. School starts in a few days. I'm very busy and I don't have time."

"Thanks to you, I'm still alive, and I won't die for the time being." The mother's voice became colder, as if in Jiang Xuan's memory, she was either in a bad mood or insane.He even doubted whether his mother was born with a mental disorder, and Jiang Jianguo was just a pusher who caused her to become seriously ill.

Before entering his bedroom, Jiang Xuan said, "Don't ask me to eat these two days", then closed the door, and never went out unless he went to the bathroom or went downstairs to get takeaway.

The weather was unpredictable, and after more than a day of hard work, Jiang Xuan was almost ready to get up early the next morning and go back to welcome the start of school happily. It was not yet eight o'clock that night, and he had just finished reading comprehension of Chapter C when the door was locked. Crazy ringing.

It is more appropriate to say that it was smashed.

Don't even think about it, this strength must be my mother.

And my mother is sick again.

If he didn't open the door again, she might go to the kitchen and grab a kitchen knife and break down the door violently.

In order to keep the protective cover she had when she was a child, Jiang Xuan didn't bother to put on her shoes, so she ran to the door barefoot and opened it.

Seeing him coming out, my mother took back the right hand that was knocking on the door, her expression was so calm that Jiang Xuan was a little dazed.

"What are you doing?"

My mother dressed casually when she was at home, but for some reason today she even put on an extra woolen skirt.She looked at him indistinctly and asked, "What are you doing?"

"I'm studying." Jiang Xuan stepped aside so that she could see the desk with the lamp on.

"Will you go out with me?"

"What..." Jiang Xuan straightened his back, "You want to go out?!"

Mom lowered her head.

After a while, he whispered, "Go and see your father."

Jiang Thrush: "..."

He opened his mouth, but found that his throat was blocked, and he didn't know what to say.

After thinking about it, he didn't directly refuse, but said: "It's late now, he may be asleep."

"No way!" Mom raised her head suddenly, her expression flustered, "I saw that the weather forecast just ended, and it's only [-]:[-]!"

Jiang Xuan took out his mobile phone and looked at it, sighed, feeling quite weak, but seeing that his mother had already changed her clothes, she found that she had put on makeup again, and her powerlessness faded, and she said in a friendly voice for the first time: "Indeed. It will be [-]:[-] when you leave the house, and it will be [-]:[-] when you leave the community, and then? We don't have a car. If you take a taxi so far, there may not be someone to pull it. And from here to Dad's place, there is no traffic jam. Well, the traffic jam will take an hour and a half, even if you two don’t say anything, just turn around after a glance, it will be eleven o’clock when you come back. It will be dark outside, even darker than now, do you know how to get in the house?”

Sure enough, my mother followed him all the time, as if she was trying to understand what he meant. It was very difficult to understand, and she lowered her eyes in frustration.

After a long while, I mumbled and insisted: "But I want to see him, but he didn't come to see me during the Chinese New Year. I asked someone to buy a very precious picture book, and I want to read it with him..."

Jiang Thrush: "..."

He thought to himself mockingly, after all, it was his own, and seeing her slumped appearance made him feel uncomfortable.

Jiang Xuan leaned against the door frame, raising his arms to cover his forehead.

After a while, I made up my mind: "I can't go today, I can't go tomorrow, I can't go the day after tomorrow, so stop thinking about it. I'll call him, you... talk to him."

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