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In the elevator, Cheng Lang raised his eyebrows when he saw Jiang Xuan pressing "6" on the keypad, and asked, "Your house is also on the sixth floor?"

"Yeah." Jiang Xuan nodded calmly, and suddenly said after two seconds: "You...wait for me at the door, I'll come out right away with my things."

"Didn't you let me go in with you?" Why did you let him wait at the door again.

Jiang Xuan turned his head to look at him with a complicated expression, "I'm afraid..."

"Oh, what are you afraid of?" Cheng Hong put his arm on his shoulder, stretched out a finger to hook the bridge of his nose, with a very calm expression, "You are going home, not breaking into a dragon's pool or a tiger's lair."

"But you just now..." There was a rare trace of worry on Jiang Xuan's face.

But as soon as he opened his mouth, he was blocked by Cheng Yan again: "I just didn't realize it just now, I'm not afraid, and you don't need to be afraid."

You. Mom can still cut me with a knife?

And it's not coming out in person, to put it bluntly, it's just a person going home with another person, it's no big deal.

Jiang Xuan watched him hesitate to speak.

Cheng Lang was softened by his aggrieved and worried expression, and unconsciously became serious, took his arms back and stood up, and straightened his clothes.

The elevator door opened at the right time, and the two who were chatting just now fell silent inexplicably.

Jiang Xuan was still hesitant on the face. When he was outside the community, he was actually asking casually, and didn't report any hope at all. He just felt that the relationship between him and the person in front of him was different now. This "different" was not just because of yesterday. The thoughts that Wan Wan confides are also because of many things that Jiang Xuan himself can't understand.Numerous relaxed or stable emotions made him want to get closer to Cheng Hong.

So he didn't think about it at all, and said that sentence.

What now.

Jiang Xuan began to feel a little regretful.

Shouldn't be so impulsive.

Cheng Lang looked at Jiang Xuan, who was poking the keyhole with his head down, and suddenly smiled.

He raised his hand and patted Jiang Xuan's head like a dog, and changed his mind: "Go in, I'll wait for you outside."

Jiang Xuan was taken aback, the door lock just opened, and the shrapnel inside made a crisp "click", and the door opened.

He turned his head to look at Cheng Hong, with a confused look on his face: "You..."

It's a pity that the latter didn't look at him, and looked straight behind him, stunned with a relaxed expression.

"..."

Jiang Xuan seemed to have sensed something and suddenly turned his head to look back.

My mother was standing inside the door, her eyes were fixed on Cheng Hong without blinking.

Jiang Xuan didn't know why his mother happened to be standing at the door.

Maybe he just heard the voice and thought it was Jiang Jianguo who was outside the door, so he ran over eagerly to take a look, or he just happened to pass by.

But I don't know what a coincidence, the door just opened a crack, facing Cheng Lang who was standing on the side, and my mother happened to look over, and bumped into him right away.

Jiang Xuan didn't know if it was his own illusion, he always felt that the atmosphere in the living room seemed more dull than usual.

He was sitting for a while, neither walking nor walking. He was silent for a long time before he opened his mouth and said to his mother who had been staring at Cheng Hong for a long time: "This is my friend...don't look at it."

My mother was still wearing the same silk pajamas, with withered and thinning hair hanging on her thin shoulders.Turning a deaf ear to Jiang Xuan's words, his eyes seemed to be fixed on Cheng Hong.

And the latter has personally seen or touched some "not very good" people. If you see this kind of people a lot, you can always find some commonalities, such as strange behaviors, strange expressions, or even going crazy or even punching others. kicked, but only now did he realize that the "common points" he knew were not all.

When Cheng Lang was stared at fiercely by Jiang Yuan, even though he had experienced a lot of battles, he couldn't bear that gloomy and bone-numbing gaze.

How can I describe this feeling? In fact, Jiang Xuan and Jiang Yuan look very similar. Anyone with eyes can tell that these two are mother and son.If Cheng Lang hadn't been too familiar with Jiang Xuan, he would have almost thought that these two people were carved out of the same mold.

It was precisely because he was so familiar with Jiang Xuan that he could see the difference between the two of them.

Because compared to Jiang Yuan, the woman who can be called "Jiang Xuan's nightmare", she is much scarier than Jiang Yuan.

Cheng Lang raised his eyes several times to meet her gaze, and he found that her eyes were empty.

In other words, she wasn't looking at him at all, nor was she looking at anyone else through him.

Cheng Lang thought that perhaps it would be more appropriate to compare her to a wild beast waiting for an opportunity when it suddenly discovered that other species had invaded its territory and became vigilant.

A weak, hopeless, defenseless beast.

It was obviously lifeless, but it was still baring its teeth and threatening me.

"Hello, Auntie. My name is Cheng Hong, and I'm Jiang Xuan's friend." Cheng Yan looked away and stopped looking, and turned to Jiang Xuan who was beside him, "Hurry up and get something."

The pause in the middle was not because of seeing Jiang Xuan's expression of wanting to throw him out of the window and say run, but because he saw a hole that was incompatible with this place.

There is a hole in the door.

Just near the doorknob, there was a hideous hole in the white veneer. Much of the white paint had peeled off around the hole, and much of it had cracked, exposing the brown wood inside.

Just thinking about it, Cheng Lang knew how the hole was created.

Jiang Xuan didn't pay attention to the change of his expression, but paid more attention to his pale-faced mother. He was not sure if she was "abnormal" now, and worried that she would suddenly explode and do something terrible in front of Cheng Hong. thing.

Whether it's out of selfishness or something else, from the bottom of his heart, he doesn't want Cheng Hong to see his mother's appearance at that time.

It's very contradictory, he wants him to see all of him, but at the same time he hesitates at a certain moment.

The back of the hand hanging by his side was touched suddenly, and Jiang Xuan subconsciously looked down. In a corner where his mother could not see, Cheng Lang ticked his hand with his little finger, and said in a low voice, "Don't worry, go quickly."

I'm here.

Jiang Xuan first looked at Cheng Hong, and then at his mother who seemed to be brewing a storm in her body. Her eyes were dark and her expression was complicated. She stopped talking for a while, then nodded slowly, and walked in step by step. Mom's bedroom.

After entering the house, he stayed for a few seconds, and then, like a robot that was suddenly pressed to continue, he found all the documents he needed at the fastest speed, and he rushed out in just a few breaths, staggering The ground stopped next to Cheng Hong again, in front of his mother.

In less than 2 minutes, his ears were full of buzzing noises, and he was relieved when he saw that Cheng Lang was still standing there intact.

And my mother, who was as immobile as a mountain, finally made a move.

As if she had finally confirmed that this person was safe, she lightly looked away from Cheng Hong's face, her tense cheeks only relaxed a little, and landed on the thing in Jiang Xuan's hand, without much doubt, she just asked in a low voice: " This is leaving?"

Seeing Cheng Hong's expression, Jiang Xuan became surprised.

He curled his lips into a wry smile, then nodded, "It's time for school."

"Let's go then."

After saying that, my mother stood up from the sofa and went back to the house, without seeing the two of them again.

In the living room, the two were relatively silent, and walked out one after the other after a long silence.

The moment they stepped out of the door, both of them slumped their shoulders at the same time and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Jiang Xuan closed the door and was about to go to the elevator. When he turned around, from Cheng Hong's perspective, he could only see his expressionless side face and white lips.

He grabbed Jiang Xuan, stopped him and asked, "Your house doesn't lock the door?"

Only then did Jiang Xuan turn his head to look at him, "The housekeeping aunt will come later."

"Oh." You should hire a housekeeper.

"But..." Cheng Lang saw that Jiang Xuan's expression changed at a certain moment, and this change made his cold and indifferent expression become ferocious.

The change was so fast that Cheng Hong almost missed it, but disappeared without a trace in a moment, but at the same time, he heard Jiang Xuan's unpredictable voice: "Even if I don't lock the door, or she knows the door If you push it away, she will never go out."

After the words fell, Jiang Xuan chuckled again.

I didn't expect that one day such words could really be said to people other than myself. I thought I could only say it in my heart.

But it's not a bad feeling.

Cheng Lang couldn't see Jiang Xuan's appearance the most, and his heart tightened immediately, with a dense pain.

He somehow thought of something else that Jiang Xuan had said.

At that time, he chased after Jiang Xuan and asked which university he planned to take, what did Jiang Xuan mean?

——I intend to stay in this city.

——No...just don't want to leave here...too lazy.

- It's fine now.

Cheng Lang realized sadly that that was not the answer.

The answer is actually quite simple.

It's not that I don't want to leave here, that I don't want to go to college, or that I'm really too lazy to go out.

- I dare not.

Because Jiang Xuan didn't dare to leave here.

Because Jiang Xuan couldn't leave at all.

Because Jiang Yuan only has him left, once he is gone, what awaits this woman is to die in a certain corner of the house on a certain day and at a certain time.

Jiang Xuan didn't tell him in detail how Jiang Yuan treated him, but Cheng Hong could fully imagine how their mother and son got along.

It was a sickly weird mother-son relationship.

When Cheng Lang thought of this, he felt great pain, and his eyes soon became hot and humid.

Jiang Xuan is still a teenager.

What was I doing as a teenager?

No matter what I am doing, I am at ease.

In the village in the countryside, in the school, the troubles in life seem to be only living and studying, and the parents who are so far away that only memories are left.

With the company of the two old men, he hardly had so many worries.

He would never have thought that there was a Jiang thrush here, struggling in dire straits.

Cheng Lang finally understood what Jiang Xuan meant when he asked him "Do I make sense" last night.

He regretted why he didn't hug him tightly to comfort him.

"Oh," Jiang Xuan paused, tilted his neck and turned his head to look at the person behind him, "what are you doing? Let go."

The two came down from upstairs and walked in the community, which delayed the meeting. It was a little late now, the earliest wave of office workers in the community had almost left, and there were already a few old men and women walking their dogs. Cheng Lang hugged him so unexpectedly that Jiang Xuan's face turned red in the public.

Fortunately, Cheng Hong let go after hugging him. He had been half a step behind Jiang Xuan just now, and now he would walk side by side with him as soon as he took a step with his long legs.

"What are you doing?"

Jiang Xuan touched his face awkwardly, as if thinking that this would erase the blushing and uncomfortable expression on it.

Cheng Yan held his lips and smiled, "If you don't do anything, just give her a hug."

After that, he pointed to somewhere and said to Jiang Xuan, "Look at that man."

Jiang Xuan looked up suspiciously, and saw a man walking hurriedly with a briefcase on the small road between the buildings. The man was quite relaxed and walked like the wind.

"You..." Let me see what he is doing?

As soon as he started talking, he saw Cheng Lang's slender finger pointing at another place from a different angle: "Look at that person again."

"..."

This time he was referring to the location of the bulletin board in the community. There was a student with a schoolbag on his back. That student was holding a mobile phone while playing games on the horizontal screen while walking. He pressed both hands for a long time, staring at the screen intently. It seems that the game experience is not bad.

Jiang Xuan frowned, and finally asked, "What's the matter?"

At this moment, Cheng Lang turned his head and took a deep look at him, his protruding Adam's apple rolled up and down, and he said softly after a long time: "Look at the first person, that person looks very happy, that's great. The second person, that person It’s great that people don’t seem to be troubled. But in fact, the real state of that person may not be what you think, and he may be enduring unimaginable hardships.”

He stopped here and raised his hand to touch Jiang Xuan's cold cheek. Now that it is late autumn and early winter is approaching, they will know each other for a year soon. What happened in this year is more than what happened in the past 20 years. Everything made him remember clearly.

He looked at the young man in front of him tenderly, even though he knew that this person was mature enough to support an inch of the world by himself, even without him, he could continue to grow vigorously like a tender grass.

"You have to remember that it's not your fault that those strange people treat you badly. The belittling and insulting you by those strange people are also not true. The real you are not that bad."

Lucky people are healed by childhood all their lives, and unlucky people spend their whole lives to heal their childhood.Unfortunately, my boyfriend is the latter, but he's not going to stay silent, or die, because I'm watching him all the time.

Thinking of this, Cheng Lang felt extremely fortunate.

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The chicken soup in the back is not original, it was read from somewhere, it has been kept in the memo, and today I changed it and uploaded it!