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Bai Aize went to Shang Chu's house for the second time.

The last time I came here was summer, and it was autumn in a blink of an eye.

Bai Aize was born with a lack of sense of direction, and the alleys in the village in the city were many and winding. He thought he couldn't remember how to get to Shangchu's house, but when he stepped into that dark and damp corridor again, he was so familiar that even he was surprised.

This seems to have become his instinct, he can remember everything about Shang Chu.

Whether it is what you want to remember or what you don't want to remember, it is clearly engraved in your heart.

It was the broken voice-activated light, the corner of the wall covered with moss, or the wooden door that didn't look very strong, reminding him how embarrassed, miserable, and desolate that day was.

Bai Aize closed his eyes, took a long breath, and wanted to raise his hand to knock on the door but retreated subconsciously.

He was still afraid, afraid that the door would not be able to be knocked open no matter what.

At this moment, there was a loud noise in the room, it sounded that something heavy had been knocked down, and then Shang Chu cried out in pain: "Fuck! It's so fucking dead!"

Bai Aize's eyelashes trembled, as if he was pulled back from the suffocating deep sea to the ground by this voice.

It's amazing, just because he heard such a sentence, all his anxiety and panic were driven away.

After confirming that Shang Chu was behind the wooden door, Bai Aize smiled slightly, raised his hand and knocked on the wooden door.

There was the sound of kicking footsteps in the room, and after a few seconds, the door was opened with a "click", Shang Chu poked his head out, and smiled when he saw him: "You're here?"

"En." Bai Aize nodded.

"I'm tidying up the house," Shang Chu beckoned him in, "Come in."

"stay home?"

Bai Aize asked, he thought Shang Chu would ask him to go to a movie for dinner or something.

Shang Chu shook his left foot at him, and said with a playful smile: "I can't walk anymore, my foot is hurt, and I was smashed when I was moving something, it hurts me to death, why don't you carry me out, or you can carry me on your back. "

Injured foot?Who made that burst of joyful footsteps just now?

Bai Aize stood at the door expressionlessly: "Then don't go out."

"Don't! I'm not heavy, why don't you try holding it first, if you really can't hold it, then let's not go out."

Shang Chu opened his arms, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, his eyes were a little shy and joyful, and he had an expectant look of "Hurry up and hug me".

Bai Aize acted as if he hadn't seen him, pushed him away and went straight into the room. Shang Chu staggered and bumped into the shoe rack, complaining cursingly: "Damn! Why are you so arrogant? If you have the ability, don't sneak around while I'm sick and unconscious. hug me and kiss me!"

Bai Aize turned his head and glanced at him, Shang Chu immediately kept silent, turned his face and muttered, "I'll kiss you if you don't admit it, it's not some yellow flower Alpha..."

I don't know if I heard it, but Bai Aize staggered suddenly with his left foot tripping over his right foot.

Shang Chu laughed so hard that tears almost didn't fall out.

The room was in a mess, the old wooden coffee table was overturned—it is estimated that Shang Chu just accidentally kicked this thing; several large open cardboard boxes were thrown on the ground, and two quilts were stuffed inside one of them.

"I'm tidying things up." Shang Chu took out two newspapers from an unknown corner and spread them out on the ground, and sat cross-legged on them, "I don't know if I didn't tidy up before.

Bai Aize stood in the middle of the living room, looking at the surrounding environment, it turned out that Shang Chu grew up in this place.

There is no air-conditioning, no heating, not even a decent sofa; the paint on the walls is peeling off, the floor is covered with rough cement, the light bulb is burnt black, and a thick book is placed under a broken leg of the dining table; outside the window There are dense old wires, and there is almost no lighting in the room, and the lights have to be turned on during the day; there is no balcony in the room, and a bamboo pole as thick as an arm is stretched in the middle of the living room, with a few scattered clothes hangers hanging on it.

Bai Aize pursed his lips, and couldn't even believe that Shang Chu grew up alone in such a house.

There is no light, no water, and no nutrients here. How did he grow from a small sapling to be as tall and tough as he is today?

Shang Chu sat on the ground freely, folded his clothes one by one and put them in a box, humming an out-of-tune tune, Bai Aize stared at him for a moment, followed his example, and sat on another newspaper .

"Why did you suddenly think of cleaning up the house?" Bai Aize asked.

Shang Chu smiled, and said naturally: "He's gone, clean up his things."

Bai Aize paused.

What Shang Chu said...is Shang Lijun?

He never dared to mention that matter, he knew how uncomfortable Shang Chu was, so he was careful not to touch the wound, but he didn't expect Shang Chu to open the scar by himself.

Seeing that he was silent, Shang Chu raised his head and glanced at him, which really broke the worry in Bai Aize's eyes, so he asked dumbfoundedly: "Why don't you talk? Are you afraid that I will be sad? No, which law stipulates that you have to clean up your belongings?" Do you have a sad face? How about I howl with you?"

"No, that's not what I meant." Bai Aize breathed a sigh of relief and pointed to the sundries on the ground, "Are these... Uncle Shang's?"

"Well," Shang Chu nodded, "I plan to donate some that can be worn and used, and throw away the unusable."

Bai Aize carefully considered his words: "Don't you want to leave some thoughts?"

"What are you thinking about?" Shang Chu shook his head with a smile, and laughed at himself, "How did he abuse me and my mother? How did he go crazy after drinking? How did he make himself so ugly all his life?" Are people ghosts or ghosts, and you don’t even have a single friend?”

"Ah Chu," Bai Aize interrupted him with a frown, and said in a deep voice, "The dead are the greatest, no matter what, he is your father."

Shang Chu took out his keychain from his pocket, and shook the worn-out little bear on it to Bai Aize.

"This is the thought my mother left me. I always thought that if I think about it, I will never forget her." Shang Chu gently stroked the bear's furry face with his thumb. I don’t even know what she looks like. Thinking about this thing can be used to comfort myself, but it’s a burden to insist on remembering something.”

Bai Aize looked at his pale side face, not knowing how to answer.

He always thought that he was much more mature than Shangchu. Shangchu retained a strong childishness, picky eaters, refusing to eat vegetables, liking junk food, hating boiled water, fond of carbonated drinks, and occasionally willful and bad tempered. He has always wanted to cherish Shang Chu's precious character, so he didn't realize that Shang Chu seemed to have really grown up.

"Sometimes I feel like I'm not a thing," Shang Chu said suddenly after a while, "I feel like he's gone, and I'm really relieved, I'm even thinking..."

He paused here, and Bai Aize looked at him, and said softly: "What are you thinking? Tell me, okay?"

"I was thinking, I can still stand in front of you," Shang Chu curled his fingers slightly, "It's because he died."

"No." Bai Aize took Shang Chu's hand, "All this is because you are brave enough, so you are worth it."

Shang Chu pursed his lips, then raised his head and smiled at Bai Aize: "I deserve it, I'm really good."

Bai Aize shook his head helplessly: "Why are you so stinky."

"Xiaobai," Shang Chu put the last military overcoat into the box, "I have long wanted to show you my family, but unfortunately I have no family now."

Bai Aize felt a sharp pain in his heart: "We've met today."

"My house is not very good, it is very simple, the furniture is not decent, and it is not very clean." Shang Chu wrinkled his nose, "Don't be disgusted."

"I don't dislike it." Bai Aize said.

"I have never brought anyone here before, no classmates, no friends, none of them, you are the first." Shangchu lowered his eyelashes, speaking very slowly, "I don't want others to find out that my home is like this, I'm afraid they If you know it, you will look down on me, you know that I want to save face, I am weak and naive."

Bai Aize sat beside him, listening to him quietly.

"The last thing I want is for you to come to my house, the last thing I want you to know what kind of person my dad is, the last thing I want to get sick in front of you, and the last thing I want you to think I'm useless," Shang Chu put his hands on the ground, raised his head and said He took a deep breath, "But some things are really strange, but you saw me in the most embarrassing, desolate, and powerless state, and you said—"

Shang Chu turned his head to look at him, his eyes were extraordinarily bright in the dim room.

"Xiaobai, tell me, isn't it strange?"

"Yes." Bai Aize looked into his eyes, "Then why did you bring me here today?"

"The pot is broken." Shang Chu pouted and joked, "Anyway, you already know who I am, and I'm not afraid of you seeing my family look like this."

Bai Aize laughed lightly: "Aren't you afraid that I will be scared away?"

"Don't be afraid, I'm here anyway, no matter when you come next time, I'll be there." Shang Chu looked at him and said, with a smile on his lips.

Bai Aize was startled when he heard that.

"Xiaobai, now you know how bad I am, you have caught me," Shang Chu said seriously, "I can't run away, no matter when you knock on my door, I will be there .”

Bai Aize's heart skipped a beat.

It turned out that he knew everything, he knew everything.

There was a secret corner in Bai Aize's heart, hiding a dark corridor and a wooden door that couldn't be knocked open. He nailed that corner with a thick wooden board, and he didn't look at it or touch it. During the time, he dreamed of that corner countless times, and every time he woke up, he felt bloody pain.

It was so easy for Shang Chu to find that dusty little corner, pry open the wooden board with clangs, light up the lamp to illuminate the corridor, open the door for him, barge in there, and plug in the words Banner with the name "Shang Chu".

So far, every cent and every inch of Bai Aize's heart has been captured by Shang Chu.