Little Dumb and the Twins

Jiang Xingchen told Xiao Ya that Hua Xiaoxiao was acquainted at the summer camp, and both of them had participated in the national mathematics competition, and they had a good relationship. .

Jiang Xingchen talked a lot, but Xiao Ya didn't want to hear a word.

He didn't want to hear about other girls from his deskmate.

This uncomfortable feeling even overshadowed the fear that Su Ming's arrival brought him.

With all kinds of thoughts in his heart, fear and worry, and a sour crush, Xiao Ya went to the garden after class.

Just the refugee shelter built by Jiang Hai.

Sure enough, Jiang Xinghai was there again.

6:30 p.m.

Jiang Xinghai was drinking canned beer.

Empty cans have been scattered on the ground.

"Oh, dumb." He waved his hand, motioning for Xiao Ya to sit beside him.

Xiao Ya was already in a bad mood, and sat down dejectedly.

"Are you in a bad mood?" Jiang Xinghai glanced at Xiao Ya.

Xiao Ya nodded, staring blankly at the ground with a very bewildered expression.

"I'm also in a bad mood." Jiang Xinghai handed over a bottle of beer, and was slightly surprised to see Xiao Ya take it without hesitation, opened the bottle smoothly and took a big gulp.

The mute is sullen after drinking, unlike him, who will let out a foul breath.

The mute can't speak, and keeps everything in his heart alone, only that pervert Jiang Xingchen can endure the long steps to open his heart step by step.

Jiang Xinghai smiled, "What's going to happen to you, what's going to happen to you if you're a mute, just hold back, you can't speak anyway."

Xiao Ya gave Jiang Xinghai a white look.

A bad boy, with his brother's handsome face in vain.

6:30 p.m.

"I'm telling you..."

Xinghai drank a little too much, got drunk, and talked a lot in front of the mute.

"Recently, the relationship between my mother and I has eased a lot. I feel ridiculous. I hated it for so many years, and it seems to have been completely forgotten in a blink of an eye."

"I competed with myself, saying don't forgive her, don't forgive anyone! They owe me, but think about it carefully, what do they owe me? Maternal love? Brotherly love? Bah, I don't need those..."

"What's even more ridiculous is that I have a feeling of... guilt towards that old bastard, as if, if I accept my current mother, it's tantamount to betraying my own father, that bastard, haha, that's killing me all day long My dear father..."

The first tip of the month.

Drinking on an empty stomach, drunkenness spreads on the cheeks.

Xiao Ya was in a daze, listening to what Jiang Xinghai told him, these things that had been buried in his heart for a long time.

"I was lonely, always lonely. At that time, I often dreamed that my mother and my brother came to pick me up, but when I woke up, everything was in vain."

"Open your eyes, the wall is still moldy, my dear father's snoring, do you know the despair of not being able to sleep?"

"At that time, I always cried, and I always felt that I was the most wronged person in the world, but later I realized that crying would only attract beatings, and the louder the crying, the more painful the board fell on my body."

"I stopped crying later, I haven't cried for a long time."

But when he said these words, teardrops like pearls fell from his eye sockets.

After all, Xiao Ya drank less. This time, he will not mistake Jiang Xinghai for Jiang Xingchen again.

"Don't tell what happened just now." Jiang Xinghai wiped his face clean with the palms of his hands. The cold wind at night blew through his hair, making it extra soft.

Moon stars are rare.

Xiao Ya's eyes are always so quiet, like an ancient well with no waves, but his eyelashes are thick and long. He looks at you quietly, which will give you an illusion of enjoyment.

This night, Jiang Xinghai's incomprehensible pity was revealed in his eyes.

"Don't say it." Jiang Xinghai muttered again while drunk.

Even to a drunkard, Xiao Ya nodded seriously.

He understands Jiang Xinghai.

So it resonates deep down inside.

The nights of crying alone in the quilt, those unbearable youthful years, those lonely and wandering days.

He understands it all.

Xiao Ya stretched out a hand and gently rubbed Jiang Xinghai's silver hair.

I won't say it.

Your tears, your complaints, I will not speak out.

I'm dumb.

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