lost spark

Qu Yixiao spent the most gloomy and difficult days in his life. First, he moved out of the house with the stove and paper wind chimes, locked the door with his own hands, and then handed over the key to his grandmother beside him. There were two big bags of luggage next to him. He packed all traces of Ye's house.

He didn't vent to anyone or make noises, he was still whole without the Ye family, and he would have nothing if he lost the Ye family, but he was still Qu Yixiao, no matter how long he lingered under the eaves, he should continue to move forward.

The scholarships and pocket money saved in the past were all used on Ye Ting, and now with only a few hundred yuan left, she settles herself in an old-fashioned building that takes an hour and a half to get there.

Dirty, crude, damp, yellowed walls, old iron doors, a window, a bed, and a square table form a room.There are no gas tanks, only rusty electric pans, the footsteps of residents walking up and down upstairs, and the sound of dogs barking makes it feel crowded here.

The lights in the corridor are brighter than the street lights on the street. People line up to fetch water, take a shower, and go to the toilet. Looking around and waiting in the basin is what they do every day.

Quickly adapting to a new life is what Qu Yixiao is good at. He is a loner, but a new face will arouse curiosity.

Zhang Chengli lives in the innermost floor of the first floor, just next door to Qu Yixiao. Qu Yixiao met him a few times in the queue, and sometimes he could see someone inside when he opened the door. From what he saw and the conversation between Zhang Chengli and others Here, it is certain that he makes a living selling scraps.

Qu Yixiao is not much better, the only thing he feels lucky is that he found a part-time food delivery job that can accept him as a minor and promises to pay half a month's salary in advance. , Qu Yixiao was too busy to solve the meal in the cheapest way. Tiredness covered up the obvious hunger. After a month, he almost vomited from instant noodles and white steamed buns.

He has never lived like this.Poverty, distress, alone.

If you can't return to the splendor of spring, you don't have to miss it.

The wind in the corridor carried the sultry heat of Han Cen Cen. At the end of the summer vacation, Qu Yixiao got a small salary. The accumulated waste made the whole alleyway even darker. The store manager reserved the opportunity for him to go to work as long as he had time. Presumably it was There is a lack of cheap and hard-working labor like him.

If there were enough leftovers, Qu Yixiao would of course be willing to live on campus, but in fact, except for the necessary expenses, the next three meals a day would be a little tight.After school started, he went out early and came back late. Maybe he saw the schoolbag on Qu Yixiao's back. Zhang Chengli, who was washing his face with water, asked him, "Are you still a student?"

The wind in the yard is suitable for enjoying the shade. Every night, there are uncles shaking bamboo fans and aunts who like to chew their tongues. The light bulbs on the wall are full of thick mosquitoes, and two wild cats lie on the ground and blink lazily.

Qu Yixiao couldn't be a stranger here, at the moment he and Zhang Chengli were leaning against the nearby wall and chatting.

"Zhang Chengli is a strange old man. From the perspective of outsiders, his material life is really not good, but he lives clearly. From another perspective, he is very interesting."

Ye Ting heard Qu Yixiao describe the person he had never met, and knew that sometimes Qu Yixiao went home late to visit this person.

In the dark night, he didn't interrupt, and continued to listen to the next story.

Generally speaking, the lower the bottom, the more high-profile people, because they have experienced the most difficult side of life, and the messy life will make them start to moan, like to talk about their encounters, and they will feel sympathetic when they see others show sympathy. comfort.

But Zhang Chengli didn't seem to be like this. He didn't describe himself as miserable. Everyone knew that this was a polite chat, and no one would ask more questions.As much as Qu Yixiao said, he listened.

They didn't talk for a long time that day, about half an hour. Qu Yixiao hadn't communicated with anyone like this for a while. When they entered the room, Zhang Chengli said something irrelevant to him: "You don't look like a student at all, like a wage earner. , your complexion is very bad, far worse than when you first came here."

After speaking, I told him to wait, and went into the room to find some information books for him.

Several books have the same content, high school problem-solving analysis, notes are made on each page, with red and black pen and ink, it can be seen that someone else used it and threw it away, and Zhang Chengli picked it up and kept it at home.Why keep it? Qu Yixiao didn't know, he wanted to say that he didn't need it at all.

Looking down at the creases on the footer that had been carefully smoothed out, looking up again Zhang Chengli had already closed the door and told him not to bother.

Every weekend, Qu Yixiao would go to deliver food. On more and more days, he saw his haggard self in the reflective glass. The teacher asked him if he was in trouble. Jin Xi said that he looked malnourished, but He refused their friendly offer of help, and he could carry on.

Until the end of summer and the beginning of autumn, no one finally asked him where Ye Ting had gone.

The stomach ached for no reason throughout the morning, Qu Yixiao forgot what day of the week it was, and only remembered that drinking hot water could not relieve the pain.

Only then did he realize that something was wrong, and he wanted to vomit but there was nothing in his stomach. Before he passed out, he seemed to hear Jin Xi's cry. He wondered if the strict English teacher would reprimand her: "Don't make loud noises in class. !"

When I wake up again, it is the hospital, the smell of disinfectant, and the treetops with yellowing leaves outside the window.

Qu Yixiao was hanging a bottle on his head. The head teacher granted him a one-month sick leave. The doctor told him that it was anemia and gastric dysfunction.

A cold and dark room is not suitable for recuperating, it will only add compassion to people. Qu Yixiao has to endure the discomfort and get up to cook porridge. One pot of porridge can eat three meals, and then stir-fry small vegetables with less oil and less salt.

After a few days, my stomach still hurts, and sometimes I just grit my teeth and fall asleep, and I can persist for an afternoon.

In the next two days, when I slept drowsily, I felt that someone was beside me. In my consciousness, he seemed to have left the door open. It was dawn or dark. Whoever let it in, there would never be a thief in this place.

The familiar smell was very close to the nostrils, and a name flashed in his mind. Qu Yixiao suddenly opened his eyes and found that it was Zhang Chengli.

The cold porridge was reheated. Zhang Chengli held the white porcelain bowl that Qu Yixiao bought, and there was still dirty dirt between his rough fingers, looking at a person with his hands.

"I have no son or daughter. When I die, you will die for me. You will repay me. Let's make do." Zhang Chengli sat down beside him, apparently wanting to feed him, "I didn't take care of you for nothing."

Qu Yixiao's stubbornness came up, and he refused to let him feed it. He took the bowl and ate it. The few books he brought back were put in a cardboard box. all books ever.

"Ill? Are you feeling sick?" The man in his forties or fifties was thin, and his hunchback made him even shorter. From his appearance, he was not a kind-hearted person.

Qu Yixiao paused, leaned on the bed, and put his head down to eat with almost all his strength. Zhang Chengli thought that he would not answer, so he turned and walked to the door, but he heard him say, "It's hard."

I was so sad that I shed tears.

Qu Yixiao didn't want to make do with Zhang Chengli, but agreed to see him die.

They are the same kind, have the same stubbornness, pity others but never admit that they are also pitiful people.

In this way, Qu Yixiao lived in that empty house for two years. Since the illness, he and Zhang Chengli have gotten closer, not that they are close. In the words of the old man, the relationship between them is a revolutionary friendship. You give me a hand, I give you a hand, no debt to each other.

In the winter vacation of the second year of high school, Qu Yixiao heard that selling couplets could make money. Meeting Fu Wangfeng at the booth was an extraordinary day for Qu Yixiao. Love, these things are expensive enough to change his life.

After entering university, he began to live on campus. Qu Yixiao hadn't experienced a lively life for a long time. Apart from school, he often went to Fu Wangfeng's home and the old building where he lived. He knew where Zhang Chengli hid the spare key. , Open the door and make a full table meal, and wait for Zhang Chengli to come back.

"Are you asleep?" Qu Yixiao asked, in the middle of the night, the person in his arms didn't move, even breathing was very soft.

"No." Ye Ting's voice was muffled, and he didn't feel sleepy at all. As Qu Yixiao was talking, vivid phantoms appeared in his mind. He seemed to see every picture, and even imagined Zhang Chengli's appearance, and The tone of his speech finally stayed on the point he cared about the most.

"Your stomach?"

"Well, there is a problem." Qu Yixiao guessed what Jin Xi might have said, "I went to the hospital once again in university and went to the operating table. Fu Ziyue happened to be the surgeon for me. He restricted my diet for three months. , After half a year, he didn't stare at me."

He seemed to be telling a story, with a steady tone, Ye Ting rolled from his arms, rolled to the other side of the bed, hunched up and curled up with his back facing Qu, and was quiet, with an imperceptible voice in his mouth Trembling: "You must be very scared, when you were lying in the operating room."

"That's not what I'm most afraid of."

What are you most afraid of?Ye Ting almost blurted out the question, but at the same time an answer came up.He suddenly felt a little pain in his stomach and a little cold sweat on his forehead, he didn't dare to think about the severed part of Qu Yixiao's body.

Life, study, poverty and illness were all mixed together, and they were easily stated. Although Jin Xi had received an early warning, Qu Yixiao's own words were much more terrifying.

If it was Qu Yixiao who abandoned his armor and fled back then, Ye Ting could have scolded him for being ungrateful and deserved what he deserved. But in fact, he once gave Qu Yixiao a bouquet of roses, and then stabbed Qu Yixiao's chest with a thorny stem, making it a mess. I have blood on my hands too.

For a few minutes, they were all silent, because Ye Ting didn't know how to answer, but he had to say something to break through the dark night, so he could only clenched his fists tightly and said dryly, "I'm sorry ,I really miss you."

Qu Yixiao stared at the far away back, the distance he could reach with one arm, but he didn't make a move, lying on his back, and said calmly: "I'm lying, you're sleepy, go to sleep."

Before Qu Yixiao fell asleep peacefully, Ye Ting hardly dared to toss and turn, he was afraid that Qu Yixiao would notice that his mood was difficult to calm down, maybe he had already noticed it, but he didn't point it out, and he would feel much better tonight.

He was wondering whether he would choose to listen to the "truth" and whether Qu Yixiao would only say happy things, but truth and falsehood seemed unimportant in what Qu Yixiao said just now, because no one could return the truth. He is a healthy Qu Yixiao.

For several days, it was cloudy and rainy.

Ye Ting closed the book, turned off the computer courseware, and said "get out of class is over" to the audience, the bell outside the classroom rang at the right time, and the students went out from the front and back doors one after another. Yuan Zhao, who is now a sophomore, happened to pass by, happily Say hello to Ye Ting.

The phone vibrated, saying goodbye to Yuan Zhao, Ye Ting took it out to look, there was a new message, it was an invitation from Lu Yu.

Ye Ting called back.

"Is this just after class?"

Recently, Lu Yu was forced to take over affairs in his father's company. He finally got some free time. He hurriedly asked Ye Ting out for a get-together. By the way, he asked Ye Ting to bring Qu Yixiao to him. When he heard Ye Ting's refusal, he was stunned for a moment. : "What's wrong, brother doesn't deserve to see your husband?"

Hearing the naked address, Ye Ting's face suddenly burned. Fortunately, Lu Yu couldn't see it, otherwise he would have to point his nose and laugh at him as a coward. He coughed to cover up, walked to the stairs, and said, "It's raining."

Lu Yu didn't understand: "Is there any influence?"

Ye Ting regretted it several times.

I regret that I didn't confess everything that night. It's better to let the storm come more violently, whether I apologize or get scolded, maybe the next day I can wait until the rain clears, and I can enjoy the scenery under the cloudless sky.

Lu Yu didn't know that the rain was falling into Ye Ting's heart, and it was useless to open an umbrella. His eyes could see, his ears could hear, and his head could think. , tossing and turning in the dark night without sleep.

Needless to say, Ye Ting just assured Lu Yu that he would make up for the meal later, then hung up the phone and walked outside the school.