Stories

It's okay for the old man to be partial to those who study there. It's too unfair to my senior brothers to be biased in such a big matter.

When I was young, I also used to strive to win, otherwise I would not have worked hard to get a doctorate at the age of 26.But maybe it's because of my dad's death, everything feels light, like standing under the sun wearing sunglasses, separated from the world by a layer.

When I got out of the car, I wanted to check something, but my hand shook, and I fell into the puddle. The broken mobile phone ran out of battery after flashing twice. I couldn’t call the old man, so I just went to the door. I climbed half my life in the old dormitory, and went up. At first glance, the door of the old man's house was covered with a layer of dust.

I knocked on the door, and knocked for a long time, but no one answered, but a child came downstairs, lying on the stairs and yelling at me.

"Stop knocking, Principal Cheng has moved out!"

"When did you move away?"

"It's been a few years since I moved away!" The bear kid smiled, and didn't tell the truth. I came to the teacher's house for dinner during the Chinese New Year. This kid probably doesn't know who I am.

My mobile phone was useless, and I couldn’t move an inch. Fortunately, I have the habit of carrying a pen with me. I wanted to leave a message for the old man. I didn’t know what to write. I picked up a cigarette case from the ground and wrote a sentence, “Only in this mountain, Yun Shen doesn’t know what to write.” place." It got stuck on the anti-theft door.

This riddle is too shallow, and the old man is probably about to laugh when he sees it.

I don't know how the preparations for Cheng Yin's wedding are going.

Looking at the little junior sister who has grown up, she has to pack a big red envelope.

It was raining today, and I was still afraid of the underground garage, so I parked the car outside and walked home for a while, and suddenly felt my hair stand on end.

Someone is following me.

The sky was as dark as ink, and I couldn't see the man's appearance clearly, and I didn't dare to look at him. I just thought he was thin and tall, with cumbersome clothes and unkempt hair, like a homeless man.

As long as it's not a paparazzi.

I dodged into the first floor, pretending to turn my head inadvertently, and the homeless man was still standing in the rain, like a sculpture.

There are so many strange people and strange things lately, I'm almost immune.

But no matter how strong my immunity is, when I saw Jing Moyan standing in my house, I still lost control of my emotions.

I just met the grandson of the Jing family through my stomach during the day, and the young master of the Jing family at night. It seems that I really have a relationship with the Jing family.

Jing Moyan has never died from the cold. In the winter, a thin coat was hung in the entrance, and he was wearing a milky white sweater, and he had put on home trousers underneath. Because it was Qi Chu's trousers, he even rolled them up and stood in the kitchen , drinking tea from a cup that is as neat as it is.Qi Chu sat across from him and read the script, the scene was as picturesque as poetry.

It would be better if you ignore me, a drenched guy.

Jing Moyan noticed me entering the door first, turned around and smiled at me, calling: "Brother Xiao."

I agreed, I was too lazy to deal with him, I threw my coat on the ground and went to take a shower.

It was almost like this half a month ago, but as soon as the plague god left, my dad was admitted to the hospital.

Qi Chu followed.

"What, it's your father's business again?" I stood in the bathroom and took off my clothes, Qi Chu's shadow was lightly cast on the ground.

Qi Chu didn't say anything, so it seemed that he wasn't.

"Is this my home, Qi Chu?" I asked him calmly.

"Yes."

"Then how many times do I have to say, I hate Jing Moyan, I don't want him to appear in my house."

Qi Chu restrained his expression.

"I'll tell him."

Waking up in the middle of the night, I dreamed that I broke my leg, I didn’t know who I was drinking with, and I was crawling in the corridors drunk.

I was very thirsty, so I went to the kitchen to pour some water.Shocked by the cold wind, I realized that the bed in the kitchen was not closed. I walked over to close the window, and took a look downstairs. I was shocked.

In the heavy rain downstairs, standing under the street lamp was none other than the homeless man who followed me during the day.

He was still wearing the cumbersome black clothes he wore during the day, his face could not be seen clearly, only he was thin and tall, with his face raised, quietly looking in the direction of my window.

I was chilling all over and was about to close the window when I heard a voice from behind: "Brother Lin?"

As soon as I turned around, I felt a blur in front of my eyes and a burning pain in my leg.

Jing Moyan was holding a cup of boiling hot water, pouring it on my lap impartially.

I was so hot that I jumped up.

"Are you sick?" I held back so I didn't slap him twice: "You're blind, pouring hot water on him."

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean it." He pretended to be panicked, as if he was going to lower his head to check my legs, but he raised his head and showed me a sarcastic smile.

I couldn't bear it any longer, grabbed him directly, grabbed his collar and pressed him on the counter, and raised my hand to slap him twice.

"Is it fun? I'll play with you too."

His skin was tender, and it swelled up as soon as he was beaten, and the corner of his mouth was bleeding directly, but he smiled at me with an unprecedentedly happy expression.

I understood, raised my head, and saw Qi Chu standing at the door of the kitchen.

He stood at the door, looking at me quietly, his dark eyes were full of disbelief.

Jing Moyan broke free from under my hand, ran to his side, hid behind him, and looked at me with fear.

Really, I was tired of playing tricks when I was ten years old.

However, Qi Chu looked at me like this.

His expression was complicated, as if he was considering his words, how to avoid breaking the embarrassing atmosphere.

"Mo Yan is still young, he doesn't understand many things..." he said.

I looked at him in surprise.

"If he offends you at any time... please be more tolerant."

In the past ten years, I never thought that I would say this sentence one day, but for a moment, I felt that the ten years we have experienced together are like bubbles piled up in the air, just a little poke , it will explode completely, leaving behind a dirty soapy water.

My legs were still burning and my pants were probably glued to my skin.

Qi Chu's eyes looked at me, still as beautiful as stars.

If I show him the wound, maybe he will regret it, maybe there will be a look of regret in his eyes, and then he will remember whether I am the kind of person he thought.

But I didn't want to show him my wounds.

I don't even want to talk to him anymore.

I am this kind of person. I used to want many things very much, for example, I wanted my mother to love me. I worked hard for many years, but I never asked her for it, so I couldn’t get it in the end.

I asked Qi Chu for many things, for the first song he wrote at the age of 20, and for him to travel across half of China to see my graduation ceremony, but I would not ask him for such things, such things as trust.

He will never love me the way I love him.

I know.

Otherwise he wouldn't look at me like that.

I drove myself to the hospital at three in the morning in my pajamas and a big coat.

The doctor in the emergency room was a young man. He was shocked when he saw my wound. He was extremely careful when handling the wound. When I washed it with water, I shrank my muscles reflexively. He comforted me like a decent: "It's okay, it will be soon." Enough."

So it is not a good idea to run away from home, because the kindness of strangers makes the one at home even more useless.

After I bandaged the wound, I borrowed the doctor's mobile phone to call Ling Lanqiu: "Do you have any extra quilts in your ward?"

Ling Lanqiu was unexpectedly sober: "Yes, what's the matter?"

"I ran away from home and was going to sleep on your sofa."

In fact, I have several houses where I can hide, but Qi Chu knows the places, it is not as good as Ling Lanqiu's place, the lights are dark, let's spend the night first, and go to the hotel tomorrow.Even if I run away from home, I have to be the most professional one.

The hospital is very quiet late at night, and it may be a problem with the floor. When I knocked on the door of Ling Lanqiu's ward, there was a slender figure at the end of the corridor standing at the window, smoking and making a phone call. It was snowing heavily outside, and the man seemed to be trembling nervously .

Ling Lanqiu opened the door for me.

"Who is that?"

Ling Lanqiu glanced at that person: "You don't recognize her? Didn't you talk about her during the day?"

My heart stopped beating again.

"Cheng Ke?"

"Well, Cheng Ke." Ling Lanqiu had no feelings for her: "Come in, leave her alone, she will leave in a while."

However, she was still there when I came out to look for a nurse. It was a cold day, and she was wearing very thin clothes. The snow shone on her face, and she had a sharp chin. She was very popular this year, but her mental state seemed to be very poor.Glancing at me, I realized that I was looking at her, and avoided my eyes again.

"Is she in trouble?" I asked Ling Lanqiu.

"She's actually not suitable to be in this circle, she's too sensitive and dependent, and the men she meets are all bad guys." Ling Lanqiu probably realized something, and smiled self-deprecatingly: "Why, do you think I'm cold-blooded? "

"No."

"You think it's okay." Ling Lanqiu didn't take it seriously. "This is the way it is in this circle. The more popular you are, the more you will suffer. If I didn't get rid of my emotions, I would have died of grief. It's Cheng Ke's turn."

The snowy light outside came in through the gaps in the curtains, and the lamp by Ling Lanqiu's bed was like a warm yellow eggshell. The room was very quiet, and the sound of breathing could almost be heard.

I couldn't help laughing.

"Why?" Ling Lanqiu asked me.

"It's okay, I just think it's a little funny."

Ling Lanqiu obviously knew what I was talking about.

"What's so funny, isn't everything in this world like this, the white hair is as new as before, and the cover is as old as before." She turned over on the bed: "Who told you not to enter the entertainment circle, otherwise we would have known each other long ago."

The sofa was very soft, and the blankets brought by the nurse covered me from left to right, and I looked at the ceiling in the darkness.

"Ling Lanqiu." I called her again.

"what?"

"Go to bed early, listen to the doctor, and take more medicine."

I don't want you to die.

Ling Lanqiu didn't speak.

After a long time, she suddenly said, "Xiao Lin, do you know?"

"what do you know?"

"The child's name, I