famine

——My mother is sick and has no one to take care of her.

My mother is sick and has no one to take care of her.

It has been a long time since Jiang Xuan came out of the dormitory, but he is still a little bit unresponsive.

How did he say this sentence, what tone did he use, and how did he answer it truthfully without thinking about it? He thought about it for a long time but couldn't answer.

Probably at that time, he had another convulsion and was in a mess. While packing his luggage, he had to look at the strange eyes of the other three people. In the eyes that he was used to seeing, he unconsciously began to resist, so he couldn't even think of it. No, didn't prevaricate, just said it out.

Jiang Xuan recalled the expressions of the three people when they heard it and looked at each other hesitantly, and suddenly began to regret it.

Why are you telling them this.

In order to get rid of their entanglement, or purely to prevent them from misunderstanding?

Jiang Xuan thought blankly—when did he start to care about other people's opinions?

He suddenly felt physically and mentally exhausted, and the frustration that he gradually began to feel made him feel like falling into an ice cave, his legs seemed to be filled with lead after a long-distance running, and his steps became much heavier.

He wandered around the campus of the attached high school alone for an unknown amount of time, feeling that this kind of restlessness had eased a lot, and when he looked up, he realized that it was already getting dark.

The attached middle school gives the dormitory students three days to pack their bags and go home for the holiday. Today is the second day.

According to the plan, he was supposed to go back this morning.

Thinking of Jiang Xuan's footsteps turning here, it is estimated that the people in the dormitory have almost left - even if they haven't left, they have recovered just like him. Now that it is getting late, he should go back to the dormitory.

Just a few steps back, the phone in his pocket rang.

"What are you doing?"

After answering the phone, Cheng Hong always spoke with a lazy voice.The voice was originally very pleasant, and it was not weakened by the information transmission, but his voice was rustling when it passed through the receiver. Jiang Xuan unconsciously thought of a domestic cat that just woke up from a nap, and looked up while licking its fur. .

After hearing the familiar voice, Jiang Xuan felt relieved unconsciously, and the curvature of the corners of his mouth became less rigid.

He replied softly: "On the way back to the dormitory."

"go for meal?"

"No, just walk around. The dormitory is packing up, it's a bit messy."

Cheng Lang laughed twice: "Have you packed your things? When will you move back?"

Cheng Lang didn't ask much about Jiang Xuan's plan to leave the hotel, and put it aside after accepting it bluntly. It may have something to do with his personal experience. He was used to being alone, so he didn't care about Jiang Xuan's sudden change at this time. Surprised to ask to check out.

But although it is not surprising, it does not mean that there is no doubt.

And for some reason, he kept thinking of Jiang Xuan's hand in the dark.

He proposed to withdraw from the hotel, does it have anything to do with the hand injury?

Then naturally, in his eyes, the crux of the other Jiang Thrush who always avoids him and cares about him reappears.

Cheng Lang was rarely depressed.

"It's almost there," Jiang Xuan clasped the mobile phone to his ear with one hand and put the other hand in his pocket, walking through the campus of the attached high school at the beginning of night with a loose posture. It didn't take long for the dormitory building to be in front of him. "Tonight Walk."

"Tonight?" Cheng Yan was taken aback for a moment, and then immediately said, "How to get there? Is there anyone to pick you up?"

Even the mattress is rolled up, plus the already packed toiletries and clothes in the suitcase, if you stay in the dormitory for another night, you have to unpack it, which is too troublesome.

So Jiang Xuan replied: "After returning to the dormitory in a while, call a car first, and then leave directly."

"How about I pick you up..."

"No need," Jiang Xuan frowned, and instinctively began to reject Cheng Lang's help, "I don't have much stuff, so don't waste your time, you have to go to work tomorrow."

Fortunately, Cheng Yan didn't insist, "Okay, then you go back first, I'll cook some noodles."

Jiang Xuan was not in a hurry, and was even a little reluctant to hang up the phone, but he had already entered the dormitory, and it was hard to talk to him anymore, so he frowned and turned off the phone.

Because I am about to enter the third year of high school, in order to seize the time and devote myself to my studies, the summer vacation of the second year of high school has become very short, and I have to come back and continue to sink into the sea of ​​suffering after only half a month.

Even the students in the attached middle school will play like crazy during this period. It seems that they have to use this half a month to kill the time spent in the classroom for the next year. Play enough first, and then concentrate on working hard I don't feel regretful when I write quickly.

When Jiang Xuan came out of the dormitory, his movements were much slower. There was no other reason, because he still had luggage in his hand.But compared to those classmates who have to hang one bag around their necks, he already has a lot less stuff, just a big suitcase, a backpack and a paper bag in his hand.

This posture of carrying all his belongings as if he was going on a long journey always gave him a feeling that he had already finished the college entrance examination, and this was the last time he went back to school and he would never come back again.Moreover, there was some kind of force pulling him to stop, to look back, to look at the attached middle school—a place he had lived in for two years but had little memory of.

He obviously had nothing, but he felt a little regretful for no reason.It was as if there was something he couldn't grasp, so he could only let it fall and disappear.

So what if you are not reconciled, so what if you are reluctant.

When getting in the car, Jiang Jianguo called.

Jiang Xuan listened patiently, but what he said seemed to be separated by a thick barrier, before it reached his ears, it disappeared out of thin air.

"What did you say?" Jiang Xuan interrupted him impatiently.

There was a pause for a few seconds, and Jiang Jianguo's slightly dull voice sounded again: "I said when you will go home, Dad will pick you up."

"..." Jiang Xuan hooked the corners of his mouth, looked at the scenery flashing by outside the window, and asked with an unclear smile: "Dad?"

When he said this, his tone was a bit strange, as if he was saying an unfamiliar term, which attracted the attention of the driver in the driver's seat.

Jiang Xuan looked over indifferently, and the man shyly withdrew his gaze.

At this time Jiang Jianguo spoke again: "Little thrush...don't do this, I'm just afraid that it's inconvenient for you to be alone..."

"I said no," Jiang Xuan replied calmly, the surrounding scenery became familiar, and he knew that he would be home soon, "Take care of yourself and stop calling."

At the end of the sentence, he cut off the call.

"Jiang Yuan." Jiang Xuan leaned against the bedroom door, looking expressionlessly at the thin woman in the living room who had been flipping through the picture album all afternoon.

"Huh?" The woman didn't raise her head, but fortunately she answered.

"Is it good? You've been watching it for four and a half hours."

"nice."

"...." Jiang Xuan's eyes were quiet, and he didn't know what to think of. It took a long time before he tentatively said: "Do you want to see the truth?"

"Ok?"

"Look at the truth," Jiang Xuan rolled his Adam's apple, carefully observed his mother who had been hanging her head, and said in a difficult tone, "It's a real bird."

"sure."

His eyes widened suddenly, "Really?"

"It's really okay." Mom said.

"..."

Jiang Xuan felt as if he had lost his voice, and he was unable to say a word for a long time, and the hope in his heart finally emerged.

His voice was a little trembling: "Go out and see? To see the real thing? Can you touch it?"

"..." Mom was stunned.

Jiang Xuan has always known that he is easily infected by her emotions, and for others, he is more sensitive to her reactions.Just like now, outsiders may see that she is seriously looking at the album on her lap, but only he knows that she is in a daze.The air around her seemed to stand still at that moment, and every air molecule in it began to stiffen and change color, exuding a dull light.

—she doesn't want to.

Jiang Xuan didn't know whether to pity her or laugh at himself. After his hope was lost, he felt that the mountain on his body was still pressing back.

That's right, this woman didn't even dare to go out, so what was she talking about going out to watch birds?

He was whimsical again.

When he was hit by frustration again and again, he had long been used to it.Calmly suppressing the depression in my heart, the voice was much lower when I spoke again: "I'm talking nonsense, you can continue to watch, you can only watch for another 10 minutes, then go to eat, and then go to bed."

"Okay." Mom said.

"..." Jiang Xuan didn't know whether he should be happy for his mother who suddenly became obedient and obedient.

Although there are a lot of summer homework in the second grade of high school, they are always focused on comprehensiveness. When assigning homework, homework will be distributed at an average level to ensure that all students can write homework and write homework correctly.

Therefore, for top-notch students like Jiang Xuan, those practice papers and problem sets could not meet the requirements. After doing homework for three days with a dull face, he resolutely threw the whole stack of test papers aside and planned to Go to the bookstore while the time is still early, and buy some question banks related to the college entrance examination.

During the first two days of vacation, I helped Brother Zhou watch another batch of birds, and the balance in his card increased a lot, except for the ones that Jiang Jianguo called on the card regularly, which already had several digits.

Jiang Xuan feels that he is very rich now.

After lingering in the bookstore for a short time, he came out of the bookstore with a large bag of exercises, including collections of real questions, peak training, and math geniuses, and other commonly used reference books for the college entrance examination. He stood by the bus stop sign at the door and opened the software to start positioning. Call a car.

Cheng Lang has been sent out on a business trip for the past few days, and he won't be back until a few days later, or he would have already sat in the Cayenne by now.

He thought amusedly, it's also a business trip, why are you not panicking at all now?

——It's not because this person is already his boyfriend.

Gee.

Call your boyfriend, I haven't contacted you for two hours, it's weird.

his boyfriend...

"Thrush?"

"...?"

Damn it, why is Jiang Jianguo waiting for the bus here?

Or a bus?

The author has something to say:

Just look at the word count and you will know that this is a transitional chapter (#^.^#)