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Shang Chu vomited again, he seemed to be feeling hot, and he refused to let Bai Aize hold him, lying on the flower bed and muttering incoherently that he was bad, that he disliked his mother who couldn't speak, that he was the worst child in the world, Every time they go out together, he never holds her hand or gets too close to her.

He won No.1 in the composition competition in the third grade. The title was "My Mother". The teacher asked him to read aloud at the parent meeting. He secretly deleted the sentence "My mother can't speak". Sad, every time he won the first place, the mute would stick his certificate and work on the wall, but not that time, when he went home that day and saw the mute wiping his tears secretly, he hid himself and cried, that was The most disgraceful No.1 in his life.

"Liu Lili," Shang Chu turned his face and said drunkenly, "Do you know Liu Lili? Oh, by the way, her name may be Xu Lili. Do you know her? Do you know where she is?"

Sitting beside him, Bai Aize stroked his sweaty hair from the side of his face and pinned it behind his ear, and answered patiently: "I don't know, Ah Chu, who is she?"

"Liu and Liu Lili are at the same table," Shang Chu asked again, "Do you know Liu Lili's mother? Do you know her?"

"I don't know him either." Bai Aize said.

"You are so stupid," Shang Chu laughed, with a strong nasal voice, "I will draw for you, and you will know."

As he spoke, he stretched out a finger and scratched in the mud of the flower bed. Bai Aize broke off a flower branch, smoothed out the fine thorns on it, and took Shang Chu's hand to hold the wooden branch.

"Ah Chu, draw with a brush."

Shang Chu drew a few curved long lines with flower branches, and then drew a slender triangular shape.

"This is Liu Lili's mother's hair." He clicked the lines, and then pointed to the crooked triangle. "This is Liu Lili's mother's dress, do you recognize it?"

"The painting is very good." Bai Aize touched the back of Shang Chu's head, "Ah Chu must have been a little painter when he was young."

"Do you know her?" Shang Chu didn't know why he was so persistent about this answer, and asked repeatedly while holding Bai Aize's shirt hem, "Do you know Liu Lili's mother?"

Bai Aize has never run out of patience with Shang Chu: "Ah Chu, I don't know her, please introduce her to me, okay?"

"Liu Lili's mother has red lips, has a nice voice, wears a beautiful dress, and treats me to a lollipop, which is very sweet." Shang Chu half-closed her eyes and recalled.

"Ah Chu likes her very much, right?" Bai Aize asked softly.

Shang Chu nodded in embarrassment, then pursed his lips, and lay down on the ground silently.

Bai Aize gently kneaded the back of his neck, the wind stopped, and only the sound of breathing could be heard in the silence.

After a long time, Shang Chu spoke again, with a muffled voice: "Liu Lili's birthday, we went to her home to celebrate her birthday, her mother praised me for my good grades."

"What happened next?" Bai Aize asked.

"Later..." Shang Chu thought for a while, "Later, Liu Lili made a birthday wish. The cake was very big and there were many strawberries. In fact, that day was also my birthday, and no one knew."

Bai Aize's throat was sore: "I know."

Shang Chu recalled to himself: "I also secretly made a wish."

"What wish did Ah Chu make?" Bai Aize asked in a low voice.

"I make a wish, I want, I want..." Shang Chu choked up, "I want to exchange mothers with Liu Lili..."

When Bai Aize heard his crying voice, his heart felt sour.

Shang Chu took a deep breath, and suddenly smoothed out the scribbled stick figure on the mud floor with his palm, grabbed the corner of Bai Aize's clothes again, slowly raised his head, and asked cautiously: "Do you know Liu Lili's mother? Do you know her?" Do you know him? Do you know Liu Lili?"

His eyes were bloodshot, the tails of his eyes were red, and the tip of his nose was also red. Bai Aize held his hand: "Ah Chu, it's not your fault..."

"You know her, you tell her," Shangchu suddenly became excited, his fingertips trembling uncontrollably, "I won't trade with her, I shouldn't use her birthday cake to make a wish, I'm wrong, I won't trade, I will Want my own mother, I was wrong, I was wrong, give my mother back, I was wrong, I was bad, I was really wrong, you asked her if she saw my mother, you asked Liu Lili if she saw it, you Go ask her..."

He was really drunk, his eyes were lax, his speech was incoherent, and his words were incoherent. Maybe "Liu Lili" and "Liu Lili's mother" really appeared in his life, or maybe he just imagined and created these two under the collapse. individual, attempting to share his pain.

In any case, the young Shangchu must have secretly fantasized that his mother, like "Liu Lili's mother", has beautiful long curly hair, wears elegant and fashionable skirts with wide skirts, speaks softly, and A decent career will give the child a glamorous birthday party.

He once wanted such a "mother" so much, and now he feels so guilty, remorseful and regretful.

Bai Aize closed his eyes, leaned over and hugged Shang Chu: "Ah Chu, you are right, you did nothing wrong, you are the best child, it's not your fault..."

After more than ten minutes, Shang Chu's breathing gradually calmed down, and he fell asleep.

Bai Aize kissed Shang Chu's forehead, and called a car.

He had asked the address of Shangchu's dormitory before, and after getting off the car, he carried Shangchu up to the fifth floor. Zhang Bing heard about what happened in the afternoon, and stayed up worried. He opened the door as soon as he heard the knock on the door. Bai Aize was not too surprised: "You are Xiao Shang's classmate, right? Xiao Ge told me, how is he doing?"

"Hi, just call me Aize," Bai Aize said, "He's drunk."

"Hurry up and come in first! I'm going to boil some hot water, you sit by yourself, you're welcome."

Zhang Bing helped Shang Chu into the door and went to fetch water. Bai Aize entered the room, saw the puppet bear on the bed, and his eyes froze.

More than 20 doll bears sat upright on the bed, occupying half the size of the bed.

The single bed in the old apartment was small, and most of it was taken up by a litter of bears, and he didn't sleep well, so I don't know how he slept.

Bai Aize put him on the small bed, took off his shoes, helped him change into clean pajamas, and pulled the thin quilt over his chest.

Shang Chu frowned, clutching the bed sheet with both hands, looking a little uneasy.

Bai Aize gently separated his five fingers, interlocked his fingers, and kissed his fingertips comfortingly.

Shang Chu seemed to feel the shallow kiss, his black eyelashes moved, his eyelids opened a gap, and he smiled after seeing Bai Aize: "Xiaobai, you are here."

Bai Aize put his face on the back of his hand: "I'm here."

"Xiaobai," Shang Chu said with a smile, "Xiaobai, I was disobedient one night, I was so lazy, and I was thirsty. I took a sip of tap water while brushing my teeth, and you just drank a little. Come to see me in your dream, if I don't obey you, you don't want me."

"No, Ah Chu, that's not the case." Bai Aize stroked his forehead.

It turned out that he was not awake, it turned out that he thought he was in a dream.

"Xiaobai, I listen to you, I am the most obedient," Shang Chu smiled a little tiredly, "Can you come to see me every day, I don't drink cold water, eat less spicy food, turn off the lights and don't play with my phone, I have listened to you."

"Yes, Ah Chu, you are the most obedient."

The softest part of Bai Aize's chest seemed to be pierced by a sharp thorn, and it kept digging into his flesh, making him sore and painful.

How could Ah Chu think so?

How could Ah Chu think that he was disobedient, so he didn't want him?

"Xiaobai," Shang Chu blinked, and stared at the ceiling blankly, "I sometimes feel like I'm a little bear. You treat me so well, but I'm just a little bear. People say how can you treat a little bear?" The little bear is so good, but it is dirty, bad, and ugly. It is obviously just a bear. If it is broken, it will be thrown away, and if it is not obedient, it will be discarded..."

"No, Ah Chu," Bai Aize's Adam's apple twitched, and he held Shang Chu's hand tightly, "You are not a little bear, you are you, you are my Ah Chu, I like you so much."

Shang Chu didn't know if he heard it, but he felt drowsy, closed his eyes again, and fell into a deep sleep.

Bai Aize half-kneeled beside the bed, holding Shang Chu's wrist with both hands, and pressed his forehead against the hard edge of the bed.

He never knew that Shang Chu thought so, Shang Chu always smiled in front of him, he saw that most of the time Shang Chu was bright, lively and vivid, only occasionally, Shang Chu was gloomy, Uneasy, cringing.

He thought he was good enough, he carefully protected the white Shang Chu most of the time, and helped hide the occasional black Shang Chu.He thought that as long as he always stood in front of Ah Chu and protected him from the wind and rain first, that black Shang Chu would not appear, and his Ah Chu would still be free, unrestrained and willful.

——Ai Ze, falling in love is not keeping pets.

Ye Su's words rang in his ears, but Bai Aize never dared to think about what they meant.

He touched his forehead lightly against the edge of the bed, feeling a heart-rending pain.

Shang Chu is not a little bear, Shang Chu is the golden sun in his chest.

He really didn't know what to do.

A sudden knock on the door interrupted his chaotic thoughts, Bai Aize opened the door, Zhang Bing stood at the door with a glass of water, and looked into the room worriedly.

"Is Xiao Shang okay?" He asked with his mouth.

"Well," Bai Aize nodded, walked out of the room, and gently closed the door, "Fall asleep."

"How could such a thing happen?" Zhang Bing sighed softly, and handed the water to Bai Aize. "I can't stand just listening to them, and I don't know how uncomfortable Xiao Shang is. I called him No one answered several calls, I was so anxious..."

"Thank you." Bai Aize took a sip from the water glass.

"It's a good thing you're here," Zhang Bing said. "He should feel better with you. Are you in a hurry to go back to the capital? Or spend more time with Xiaoshang..."

Holding the warm water glass, Bai Aize looked down at the swaying water in the glass, and said in a low voice, "I have something to ask for your help."

Zhang Bing was taken aback: "What's the matter?"

On Saturday morning, the biological clock made Shang Chu open his eyes on time at [-]:[-]. His hands and feet were sore and weak, and he suffered from a severe hangover headache. There was a burst of swelling pain from the position behind his eyeballs. He moved his fingers and felt the pain. The sensation immediately spread to the whole body along the nerves.

He stared at the peeling ceiling for more than ten minutes before his dull brain slowly resumed operation.

Why did he go yesterday?Why does my head hurt so much?Why is there no strength in the whole body?

Then, one scene after another popped up in front of his eyes: memorizing the map in the conference room, eating lunch, calling the hospital to confirm the time of consultation, showing up with the team, unfinished building, he was waiting by the police car, someone was stabbed to death , Shang Lijun fell to his death from a building, he fainted, woke up in the hospital, went to buy a thermos cup and cake, drank a few bottles of Sanlichun, vomited, got drunk, and passed away.

Scenes were shown sequentially in front of his eyes like a film, and he was like an outsider, watching everything that happened numbly, without the slightest wave in his eyes.

How did he get back to the dormitory?

Shang Chu thought for a while, and found that he couldn't think of what was going on. Just thinking about it gave him a headache, so he simply gave up.

He remembered going to the bureau today to collect the body, make records, and deal with the funeral.

Shang Chu can be regarded as half of the internal personnel of the public security system, and he is familiar with this series of procedures, but he did not expect that the first time he participated in this process was as a family member of the deceased.

He got up and got out of bed, changed his clothes and went to the bathroom to wash up. While brushing his teeth, he glanced at the mirror. His eyes were swollen like rabbits, and his face was also swollen, so ugly that he couldn't look at it.

Shang Chu guessed that he should have cried yesterday, he didn't know why he was crying, obviously Shang Lijun's death is not such a sad thing.

He took a handful of cold water and splashed it on his face, and looked up at himself in the mirror again.

——Adults are not afraid of pain, Shang Chu, you are an adult, you have to be strong, don't cry anymore, or you will be seen as a joke.

Zhang Bing woke up when he heard the noise, and frowned worriedly outside the toilet, worried that he would not think of something good or bad in there, so he couldn't hold back and knocked on the door: "Xiao Shang?"

Shang Chu opened the door, turned sideways and said, "Use it, I'm ready."

Zhang Bing saw that there was nothing unusual in his expression other than his lack of energy, and asked, "Are you okay?"

"It's okay," Shang Chu wiped off the drops of water on his hands, paused and said again, "It's okay, it's really okay."

Zhang Bing observed his expression and asked cautiously, "Your father..."

"Dead," Shang Chu shrugged his shoulders, and said indifferently, "It made me run out of the game on weekends, isn't it quite speechless?"

Zhang Bing also heard that Xiaoshang's father is an alcoholic, and it is said that he doesn't care much about his son. He thought in his heart that the relationship between father and son is not that close, so Shangchu didn't feel too sad, so he secretly breathed a sigh of relief and patted His shoulder comforted: "It's okay, life is still going on, be strong."

"Well," Shang Chu nodded, "Thank you, Brother Bing."

Everyone is telling him to be stronger, he should be stronger.

"By the way," Shang Chu asked, "how did I come back last night? I can't remember at all."

"Oh, that's what——" Zhang Bing licked his lips, "I called you. You drank too much and couldn't speak clearly. You said it was in front of the central shopping mall. I'll take a taxi to pick you up."

Shang Chu shook his head, really lost the memory at all: "Big Brother Bing, thank you for your hard work, you still go out to pick me up at night."

"You're welcome," Zhang Bing waved his hand, "You are young, you come to us for an internship, and you should be taken care of."

Shang Chu went back to his room to change his shoes, Zhang Bing made him a cup of cold medicine and brought him over, saying that it was quite windy last night and he drank so much wine outside, be careful not to catch a cold.

Shang Chu felt that something was wrong. Zhang Bing was careless. He was usually so careful, but he didn’t think too much about it. He probably had something happen to him. He even brought the people around him to treat him cautiously, so he took the medicine and drank it in one gulp: "Thanks."

"Is it bitter?" Seeing that he had finished drinking, Zhang Bing stuffed something hard into his hand, "Eat some candy."

Shang Chu spread out his palm to look, and suddenly his pupils shrank——

It's that brand of mints.

He closed his palms and pursed his lips: "OK."

The next thing is very simple, Shang Chu first went to confirm that the corpse was Shang Lijun, and then went through the motions to draw blood for DNA identification to further confirm the identity of the deceased; then went to the interrogation room to make notes, Xie Jun also came Sitting next to him, Xu Long looked at him with gentle eyes, and his tone of questioning was very light. Shang Chu was not used to him like this, so he answered his questions in every detail, including what he asked about Shang Lijun. Before he died, he often went to Chongping Road, but he didn't know the specific situation.

After finishing the notes, Xu Long patted him on the shoulder and asked him if he would like to take a few days off and give him a vacation. Shang Chu said no, and would come to clock in next Monday as usual.Xu Long said yes, originally wanted him to hand over to the capital, but forget it, let him adjust his mood this weekend.

Xie Jun helped to contact the people at the funeral company, and Shang Chu followed the car. There was a waiting hall next to the crematorium, and other family members were crying. Shang Chu sat very calmly, thinking nothing.

The process of waiting for the ashes was quite long. After an unknown amount of time, the staff came out with a small porcelain jar and asked him if he had any relics to store together. Shang Chu shook his head and said no.

He had no money to buy a cemetery, so the ashes had to be deposited in the funeral parlor. Shang Chu followed into a large room. The cabinets were crowded. Each cabinet had rows of small grids with the name of the deceased on the outside, and a A small porcelain jar.

"Are you sure there are no items stored together?" the man asked again before locking it.

Shang Chu shook his head, and said, "Wait, can you lend me a pen and paper?"

The staff tore a piece of note paper for him, Shangchu lowered his head, wrote a word on the yellow note paper with a black pen, writing stroke by stroke very slowly, and folded the paper again: " Let's put this in together."

"That's all?"

"Well, that's it."

"Ok."

He glanced curiously just now, and the character written by this young man on the paper has eight strokes, stroke, dot, stroke, stroke, horizontal fold, vertical, horizontal, and vertical hook.

A "dad" word.

It was already past noon when he came out of the funeral home, and the sun was so strong that he was sweating profusely.

He found a tree to hide, squatted in the shade to smoke, and squatted down for a while after smoking a few.

After Shang Chu left, a person came out behind another camphor tree.

Bai Aize lit a cigarette butt at the place where Shang Chu stayed just now, three.

Ah Chu smoked three cigarettes.

One cigarette means he is a little sad, two cigarettes means he is sad, and three cigarettes means he can still stand up.

Bai Aize lowered his eyes, and smiled slightly after a while.

It's his Ah Chu.