Yufeng

How do you really leave?

It took a long time for the college student Jiang Kushi to slowly regain his composure.

He found that his "leaving" by going to college, which he thought was tragic and vigorous, was actually not much different from elementary school student Jiang Kuo hiding under the covers or crying in an empty classroom.

Walking out of the train station, he was surrounded by strange and flustered scenery, and he somewhat expected that this reckless escape would probably make him regret going to college for four years.

However, at the beginning of the school, this kind of emotional attack was not thorough enough.

Registration, military training, adapting to school, making friends with classmates, restarting studies, joining new clubs, etc., everything is busy enough to overwhelm the sky.

Like all college freshmen who are away from home for the first time, Jiang Kui maintains a high enthusiasm for the new things he comes into contact with, and adapts to the study life that is much looser than high school, and he is extremely quick.

However, when the strangeness becomes commonplace, the excitement cools down to calmness, and life falls back into the routine of step-by-step.

He began to appreciate the truth of what it means to "leave".

At least it's no longer like in middle school, where you can call someone to you with just one phone call, and ask for a hug carefully.

Although all the contact information of Li Muyu is as familiar as the mobile phone number, but whether virtual or non-virtual "at your fingertips", the relationship between the two is always locked in the knot of "father's kindness and son's filial piety" by an invisible force. In the world, it is difficult to see the opportunity for breakthrough.

So even with the mobile phone that was banned in middle school, Jiang Kuo used it to contact the football players and teachers in high school, the veteran A Liang who was thousands of miles away, and even his girlfriend Chen Yan, and He Weiwei who was admitted to the ideal university. Send out red envelopes for congratulations.

Except for the one who is thinking about it.

As a middle-aged house uncle who is busy raising his family all day long and is not good at chatting, except for mobile phones, Li Muyu is habitually alienated from all online communication with invisible and intangible objects.

On the first day at school, Jiang Kuo left him two words on Q.

"arrive."

A week later, I saw the reply: Got it, I should call if I have something to do in the future.

Jiang Ku had no choice but to suppress the urge to post two more sunburned military training photos for comfort.

But he knows that no matter what kind of fancy connection, no matter how fashionable and convenient, Li Muyu will always play the role of a loving father on the other end, and there will never be an exception of ambiguity, even if the two are thousands of miles away.

This indestructible bond of relationship can make all thoughts disappear in despair.

What surprised Jiang Ku even more was that he thought that this hasty departure would bring Li Muyu more frequent proactive contact.

Just like when I was in middle school, as long as I didn't go home for a week or two, the phone would go to the dormitory.

From what to eat and what to drink to whether you need to change the dirty clothes that you have hoarded and don’t forget to take them home, etc. The trivial life, listening to the deep and gentle chatter over and over again on the eardrums, enough to fill up the river and have fun in your dreams Drenching all the energy of a game.

However, it has been more than a month since the start of school, but the name of Sisiyepan has never flashed on the screen of the mobile phone.

Jiang Gu couldn't help being disappointed, but also had to laugh at himself that the little bit of dark calculation in his heart seemed to be all wrong.

This hasty departure was not just for evasion, but also seemed to carry a sense of punishment, or to threaten more worries.

However, that person seemed to have figured out all his awkward thoughts, and deliberately made things difficult for him with his unmoving indifference.

The SMS box opened and closed, and a few lines were deleted and written.

After so many repetitions, Jiang Ku became unreasonably annoyed.

Now that he's a college student, I'm sorry to ask any hero to help teach the rotten wooden fish that made things difficult for him, and I don't want that little self-esteem that is too humble to be buried in the dust to be slowly torn apart.

After watching a love movie called "Find No Such Man", he learned to use an ancient communication method to mend the growing anxiety in the plot.

One letter per week, handwritten, basically never sent out.

Occasionally I send it out on a whim and don't expect to hear back.

As for those that cannot be sent, hide them all and read them to yourself when you are lonely.

It's still very childish.But after writing a lot, he gradually realized the benefits of using words to organize his mind, and he began to seriously doubt whether he had chosen the wrong major.

Write it down, watch it, read it, record it and listen to it again.

The soul is out of the body, standing aside and listening to all the obsessions I wrote, strange and stupid.

It's like returning to the childhood before the first encounter, talking to the mighty and domineering Superman in the fantasy, admiration and admiration can't be answered, but I can't get rid of it.But the boys in the same dormitory felt quite miraculous when they saw that little Nanfang Jiang Ku was writing letters at every turn.

Don’t talk about handwriting word by word these days, most boys who have tasted the beauty of freedom can’t wait to block their parents from the circle of friends all the time, except for the time spent on living.

And Jiang Zu would lie on the bed and write Shua Shua almost every night, so that soon after everyone saw this taciturn kid lying on the bed, they would make fun of him like this.

"Oh, great writer, did you write it to your dad again?"

The boss in the dormitory, Acheng, is a strong northern guy with a tough temper and a rough temper. He really can't understand Jiang Kuang's strange tone, and he laughs at it every time he sees it.

"I said, Jiang Ku, how old are you? What's so special about the booth that you must write this? Love is hard to say?"

At first, they might not be familiar with each other, so Jiang Gu ignored his teasing, until one time the two got into a fight over this matter, and almost killed him.

On this day, Jiang Kuwan came back from self-study in a hurry, so he tore a piece of paper from his notebook and prepared to write a letter.

A few other roommates went to have fun, and only Ah Cheng and him were left in the dormitory.

One was leaning on the bed to check his mobile phone, and the other was writing quietly on his stomach, without much communication.

For Jiang Kuang, writing letters is just to relieve emotions, and most of the time there is no point to talk about.

A letter usually takes several days to write, cross out and rewrite, write and cross out again, and so on.

Until the end, all kinds of obsessions of "Li Muyu, I miss you" are left on the paper.

There are many words he has said in his heart, hidden in songs and sung, and now he vents sadly on paper, and he is destined to be thrown into the trash can at any time.

The white paper was gradually filled, and Jiang Ku suddenly felt that he was too miserable to be saved.

He put down his pen, plugged in his earphones and buried his head in the pillow, trying to save the gloomy mood through the music.

When he opened his eyes again, he suddenly found that Ah Cheng was holding the paper he had just scribbled on!

"What are you looking at?! Who told you to watch it?! Give it back to me!"

Jiang Gu's face turned pale immediately, and then turned red with anger.

He jumped up from the bed and rushed towards Ah Cheng.

Ah Cheng nimbly dodged to dodge, and in a blink of an eye saw Jiang Ku's face was flushed, and he couldn't help laughing.

"A love letter, you can't read it?!"

Once again, he stretched out his hand and dodged Jiang Kuo's snatch very skillfully.

He held up the piece of paper in his hand, and he was still chanting: "Li Muyu, you are not my real dad, I never want you to be my dad, I want you to be mine..."

Before finishing the reading, there was a sharp pain in the abdomen, and I couldn't help but hunched over.

Jiang Kuang frantically raised his legs and kicked A Cheng's body, completely losing his gentle and handsome appearance in the past.

The anger mixed with pain and shame in his eyes made Ah Cheng startled a little.

After being stunned for two seconds, he was hit several times, and the pain made him dizzy and almost fell to the ground.

Jiang Kui has been playing football for several years, but his leg strength is not comparable to that of ordinary people.

"Hey! What are you crazy about?!"

Ah Cheng is in a hurry, but he is not a fuel-efficient lamp. He has been in the national military team and has a strong body.

After regaining his senses, he hurriedly slapped his hands to grab Jiang Ku's leg, but he didn't want to be punched twice in the face again.

The attack was not serious at all, at this moment, Jiang Zu looked like a lunatic, with red eyes about to kill someone.

Ah Cheng only felt his nose sore, and warm blood gushed down.

Now, he was really on fire.

"Want to fight, don't you? Well, I'll stay with you to the end!"

The two immediately wrestled together, knocked over the table, trampled the books, fought from the dormitory to the outside, and then rolled to the ground in the corridor, punching and kicking each other, having a great time.

It was still early before the lights were turned off, and there were a lot of onlookers upstairs and downstairs, some wanted to fight, some were canvassing votes, and most of them were watching the excitement and making noise.

"It's bleeding, don't hit it! It will kill you!"

Until a student noticed that the faces of the two were bleeding profusely, he panicked and screamed desperately.

A large group of boys rushed forward to pull people, and forced to separate the two crazy boys.

Without saying a word, Jiang Ku wiped the blood away, turned around and ran back to the dormitory, closing the door behind everyone, searching desperately for the piece of paper in the clutter.

Ah Cheng yelled angrily at the door: "Jiang Zhu, you lunatic, you fucking pervert!"

Jiang Zhu slammed the door open with a "bang", and rushed towards him again with a livid face.

This time, no matter what, everyone couldn't hold back the crazy boy, and watched him pump his fists to greet Ah Cheng.

The two fought fiercely again, not giving up until a student came to find the administrator.

Jiang Gu didn't tell Li Muyu that he was beaten and lay in the hospital for several days, and he was punished not long after school started.

He was afraid that Li Muyu would ask the reason, but he couldn't tell the reason.

While recuperating on the hospital bed with his teeth grinning, his forehead twitched and he asked the nurse to send a letter.