a killer friend of mine

As soon as Wen Shisan woke up, he had a severe headache. It seemed that the mechanism that had not been used for a long time was forced to start without even adding lubricating oil, and it was in danger of collapsing at any time.He squinted his eyes and lay there for a while, until he noticed someone sitting next to him and wiping his face with a soft wet towel. Only then did he understand why the burning sensation after drinking last night had subsided.

He was about to speak, but just after he said a word, he found that his voice was completely hoarse, but he still stubbornly said the whole sentence: "I'm bringing you trouble."

Qiuyang smiled: "It's okay, but you, why did you drink so much last night?"

Wen Shisan rubbed his forehead and said, "Yan Yin, they are all drinking."

Qiuyang smiled helplessly: "But others may not lose their temper after drinking like you."

Wen Shisan frowned suspiciously: "Did I lose my temper?"

"I threw a teacup and kicked a stool."

Wen Shisan felt a little ashamed, and said apologetically, "I'm sorry."

"It's okay, it's just that you're still young, so you should drink in moderation, and don't go out of control." Qiuyang set the table and chopsticks, "Get up quickly, lest the porridge get cold."

Wen Shi sat blankly for a while, and after washing with the water she brought, he picked up his chopsticks and asked nonchalantly, "Do you want to go back to Jiangnan?"

Qiuyang was peeling eggs for him. Hearing his question, he raised his head in doubt: "Why do you ask this suddenly?"

Wen Shisan picked up pickled cucumbers with a chopstick, and asked quietly: "You must have been away from home for many years, right?"

Qiuyang stuffed the roundly peeled egg into his left hand, and smiled slightly: "I was sold here when I was 13 years old." The calm smile told the time like water, and Wen Shisan suddenly realized: The difference between them is not only their identities and experiences, but also the irreparable embarrassing years.

He swallowed half an egg in one gulp and almost choked, thanks to the half glass of water that Qiuyang handed over.He said hoarsely: "My mother is also from Jiangnan, just like you, she came here when she was very young."

Qiuyang intuitively felt that there was a story behind the words "same as you", so he waited quietly for the next sentence.He paused, and sure enough he continued: "Later, my father took a fancy to him."

"and after?"

Wen Shisan unconsciously clenched his chopsticks, lowered his head and said in a low voice, "She passed away when I was three years old, and I don't even remember what she looked like." His tone was disillusioned, and then he slowly raised his head , there was a look of determination in his eyes, as if he had made a difficult choice, he struggled to speak: "Actually, I..." However, the persistence in those eyes gradually softened under some force, and his voice gradually dropped, In the end, it turned into a pretendingly relaxed "Actually, I still want to ask you if you want to go back to Jiangnan to see".It is very unreasonable and cruel to force people into a desperate situation. Qiuyang would never do this, so he pretended not to notice this abrupt change, shook his head and smiled slightly: "No need."

Wen Shisan was puzzled: "Why?"

Qiuyang explained patiently: "Jiangnan is indeed beautiful, but after all, that is in the past. I will go back now. It would be great if Jiangnan remains the same, but what if it changes?" Wen Shisan never thought about this level, When she first heard her say that, she was stunned for a moment.

Qiuyang went on to say: "But if I don't go back, even if Jiangnan becomes unrecognizable, it will always be like that in my heart, and I can always take it out and miss it."

After a long time, the silent Wen Shisan smiled faintly, nodded and said: "That's true." His brows were no longer as rigid as before, but there was a trace of determination.He stopped talking, ate the remaining eggs, and finished the porridge in front of him without saying a word.

They talked a lot that day, about the mountains in the south of the Yangtze River, the water in the south of the Yangtze River, the four seasons in the south of the Yangtze River, and the people in the south of the Yangtze River.He transformed the gentle voice of a woman into a vivid picture, put himself in it, and got close to the place filled with the breath of his mother.

He still clearly remembers the coldness that swept over him at the moment when he was taken from the woman's hand. The wound that had not been ironed for many years had been soaked in cold water, but at this moment, the warm current was slowly flowing in, like a mother's warm hand.