Wait till the sun rises

In a shabby rental room.

The young man in a white sweater had a clean and beautiful face. He closed the book in his hand and blushed and said to his mother, "Mom, I'm in love."

The gentle woman who was mending clothes under the lamp raised her head when she heard this, looked at her son and said with a smile, "Really? When will I bring it back to show my mother?"

The boy hummed, his expression was a little nervous and a little guilty, but more determined.He took a deep breath, looked at the woman and said, "He is a man."

The needle in the woman's hand pierced into her hand all of a sudden, blood gushed out instantly, and she shuddered in pain.

The boy suddenly knelt down in front of the woman.

He said, "Mom, I really like him."

The woman's face turned pale, and after a while, she said, "Give Mom a few days, I have to think about it."

"mom!"

The woman put her clothes aside with trembling hands, stood up and said, "Okay, stop talking. Let me think about it."

The door creaked shut, and the boy knelt on the spot, his voice was low and inaudible, and he said, "I'm sorry."

When the screen changed, the boy shouted hoarsely in the heavy rain: "Impossible, you lied to me."

The woman picked up all the photos scattered in the muddy water. She hugged her son tightly and cried, "It's true. How could Mom lie to you? This child is really not worthy of your entrustment for the rest of his life. He is not sincere to you." Yes. Be obedient, come back with me. Dad is here to pick you up, let's go together, get out of here, and start over."

The young man pushed the woman away fiercely, his eyes were red like a wounded lone wolf, "I don't believe it, you lied to me!"

"You lied to me. Even if you use this method, I will not go with him. I will not recognize this father!"

The sky was filled with icy rain, and the breath turned into frost. The woman said in pain, "... Zichi, it's not what you think. This matter has nothing to do with your father."

"He's not my father." The boy yelled, "He's not my father, I don't have a father. My surname is Luo, not Xie, and I can't go back in this life!"

"Where are you going?" The woman rushed up and grabbed the boy who was about to leave, "Mom told you that this matter has nothing to do with your father. I investigated that boy myself, and he is not a person you can trust." , he was just playing, do you understand? That boy is stepping on two boats..." The woman handed the photo in front of the boy, and said eagerly: "Look, look for yourself, it's this boy , the boy he hugged..."

With a wave of his hand, the young man knocked all the photos in the woman's hand away. He took a step back, groped in the water, and picked up the plastic-bag-wrapped box that fell to the ground while struggling.

The young man held onto the blue box tightly, and washed off the muddy water with his fingers, his voice trembling slightly, "His birthday is coming up, we agreed to spend it together. Mom, you go home quickly, I'll be there in a while Just come back."

"Zichi, come back, you can't see him again." The woman went to hold the young man's hand, but the young man had already rushed out.

The boy ran wildly in the heavy rain, and finally arrived at the place where the man lived.But the room was pitch dark, and it was evident that no one was home.

The young man shivered from the cold. He entered the corridor, wiped the rainwater off his face, and then carefully took out the blue box.

The outside of the box was carefully covered with a layer of plastic bags, so that even in such a heavy rain, the gifts inside would not be wet. —His carefully selected birthday present.

The rain in December was exceptionally cold, the boy stood behind the door and kept breathing into his palms.After an unknown amount of time, the sound of someone talking finally came from outside.It's him!

The boy's spirit was shaken, he took a step forward, and stuck out half his head.

In the rain, Han Rui walked side by side with a slender boy. Under the dim streetlights, he could clearly see the boy's face—and the boy in the photo.

The boy clenched the box in his hand, Han Rui stopped with an umbrella in his hand, and stood face to face with the boy, and their words were heard clearly in the boy's ears.

The boy said: "Brother Han, can you really be alone? Do you want to..." The voice implied concern.

Han Rui wiped his face wearily, interrupted him and said, "It's okay, I'm fine. It's raining so hard, why don't you go back and stay here tonight."

The boy behind the door was shocked and his eyes widened.

The boy said, "No, Grandpa is still waiting for me at home." He stepped forward and put his hand on Han Rui's forehead, and heaved a sigh of relief after a while, "The fever has started to subside."

Han Rui seemed to be frozen for a while, grabbed the boy's hand and rubbed it in his palm, then took off his coat and put it on the boy, "Okay, go back quickly. Don't get sick. I'll be home soon It's okay."

The boy nodded, handed the medicine in his hand to Han Rui, and said: "Take the medicine on time, and get warm when you go back. Don't think too much, uncle..."

Han Rui's voice cooled down, and he said, "Don't worry, I will take care of their matter."

The boy looked at him worriedly, then sighed and pushed Han Rui and said, "Go in quickly, or today's crime will be in vain. I will pick you up tomorrow?"

Han Rui shook his head, then seemed to think of something, his expression softened, and a smile appeared on his face: "Tomorrow..."

"Uh." The boy turned around suddenly, looked at the young man who appeared behind the door, and was stunned.

Han Rui turned around and saw the young man standing outside the door. He was overjoyed at first, and then his face became ugly again, "When did you come? Why don't you wear more clothes and don't know how to hold an umbrella? Why are you sick? What to do?" Han Rui babbled, grabbing the boy's hand and rubbing it non-stop, and lowered his head to breathe into his palm.

The boy holding the umbrella looked at them and said, "Then I'll go back first."

Han Rui's full attention was on the young man, and he hummed when he heard this.

The boy's face was very calm, he looked coldly at the boy who had gone away, and he didn't look back until Han Rui pinched his earlobe.

Han Rui looked at him and smiled, "Why don't you call me when you're here? I'll pick you up. Is it cold? Come home with me."

The boy's feet seemed to be nailed in place, and Han Rui looked at him suspiciously, "What's wrong? You want to report to the hospital too? I won't allow it." He smiled and said, "What is this?" He opened the box while talking, and inside was a beautifully shaped men's watch.

Han Rui stretched out his hand to caress the dial, his expression was so gentle that it was about to drip water: "Is it for me?"

"Han Rui." The boy suddenly spoke, his voice hoarse and trembling.

Han Rui went to pull him distressed, "It's cold, let's go home. I'll make ginger soup for you."

The boy shook off his hand, grabbed the watch and threw it into the muddy water.

He said, "Let's break up."

Han Rui, who had just rushed into the rain and picked up the watch, was stunned. He wiped the rain from his face, then smiled and took the young man's hand, "Okay honey, today is not April Fool's day. You are giving birth to me Are you angry? I'm sorry, I just didn't want to worry you, so I didn't tell you. There will be no next time, I promise. Come back with me."

"I'm not joking with you." The boy shook off Han Rui's hand again, turned and left.

"Luo Zichi!" Han Rui frowned, trying to stop him.

The boy turned around suddenly, his favorite eyes were filled with disgust, and he said, "Don't come over!"

Han Rui heard his heart pounding, as if it was about to fly out of his throat in the next moment, he said softly, "Zichi, what's wrong with you?"

The boy stared at him and suddenly laughed, "Han Rui, you don't think I really like you, do you?"

He looked at Han Rui's ugly face, and smiled happily: "I'm just curious about gays for a while, look at yourself." The young man glanced at him, and then said: "Now I'm bored , I don’t want to play with you anymore. Han Rui, do you know how disgusting I am these days when I’m with you?”

The screen turned again, and the sound of fireworks bursting into the air was next to my ears.The ground has long been covered with a thick layer of snow, and the New Year is here.

The cheerful atmosphere outside didn't seem to have any effect on the owner of this humble rental house.

The young man sat on the sofa with his head down, the padded coat that was supposed to fit him seemed to be an empty shell now. —He is too skinny.

The middle-aged woman sat next to the packed suitcase, looked at her son and said, "Zichi, we are leaving tomorrow. Do you want to say goodbye to your good friend?"

The boy was silent for a while, then shook his head and said, "No need."

The woman rubbed her son's hair distressedly, and said, "Are you really thinking about it? Mom doesn't want to force you." The boy raised his hand and hugged his mother tightly, and nodded heavily.

Just then, the cell phone in his pocket rang suddenly.It was an unfamiliar number, and the boy picked it up.

"Zichi." Han Rui said in a low voice, "Don't hang up the phone, I don't believe a word you said that day. I think there is a misunderstanding between us and we need to talk about it. At nine o'clock, I will The old place is waiting for you. See you soon." After speaking, he hung up the phone.

The woman asked softly, "Who is it?"

"...No one, wrong number."

Looking at her son's trembling hands, the woman said, "Is that the boy named Han Rui?"

The boy turned his face away, "No."

The woman sighed, "If you really can't let go, go and meet him."

The boy wiped his face and said, "...Didn't you say that he is not trustworthy?"

The woman said: "Sometimes what the eyes see may not be true, you have to believe in your heart."

The night came as promised, and the boy stood outside the door with his suitcase in hand, watching his mother lock the door.

The woman looked at her son with compassion, "Let's go."

The cold wind was blowing on the face with the heavy snow. The woman stood at the gate of the community and said, "A car will pick us up later and take us to the airport."

The boy looked at the flying snow in the sky, and his mother's newly bought clothes, and said in a cold voice, "Where's that person? Why didn't he come?"

The woman couldn't hide her disappointment, but she still said, "Your father has to work and is very busy."

Eight fifty.

The car pulls onto the road.

The boy gritted his teeth and tried not to pay attention to the time, but he couldn't control his eyes that paid attention to the time.

Finally, when the hour hand pointed to nine o'clock, the boy said loudly, "Stop!"

"I told you to stop!"

The driver didn't move, and the boy eagerly slammed on the car door.Until the woman said, "Stop."

The driver opened his mouth and said, "Ma'am..."

The woman said: "Park on the side of the road, go back and tell Xie Shao that we won't go."

The boy looked at the woman in astonishment, the woman touched his head with a smile, and encouraged him: "Go, bring him back, mom is waiting for you at home."

The boy nodded heavily: "Yes!"

Nine ten.

The boy ran wildly in the traffic, and finally arrived at the place they agreed on. --church.

The boy liked the church very much, it could always bring peace of mind, Han Rui did what he liked and always accompanied him, so this became the "old place" for their dates.

But he didn't see anyone there, and it was pitch black all around. He was a little lost and flustered, so he took out his cell phone and dialed Han Rui's cell phone.

He didn't hear the bell, but the boy heard the sound of glass shattering.He followed the sound to find the past, but saw the person he had been thinking about day and night, and he had been thinking about it for several months, supporting each other with a person, and said with a smile: "His sister, if the tiger doesn't show its power, I really think I'm a sick cat." Ah." After speaking, he said with concern, "Are you okay? Where did you get hurt?"

The man said, "Brother Han, I'm fine."

——It’s still the same boy.

The boy clutched the phone to the point where his knuckles turned white.He retreated step by step, and finally turned and ran away.

Flying snow all over the sky floated into the neck along the large cotton-padded jacket, and the whole body shivered from the cold.After an unknown amount of time, the boy finally stopped.His mother was standing across the road looking at him, a little surprised to see him.

All the grievances at that moment filled the air, the boy pursed his mouth, tears were suppressed in his eyes.He took a step forward, and the woman across the road pointed at the red street light and shook her head at him.

When the green light came on, the boy rushed towards the woman who opened his arms to him recklessly. He hugged her tightly, and the tears he suppressed for a long time finally fell down.

"It's okay, it's okay." The woman patted him on the back to comfort him, "You still have mom. You don't want to go to Xie's house, do you? Mom doesn't want to either. Let's move to another city, mom will always be with you .”

——She, who has always been frugal, changed into new clothes and put on light makeup.But she told the boy that she didn't want to go back to Xie's house or see him.

—she was lying.

The boy knew it, but he still nodded, and the woman wiped away his tears: "Let's go home."

"……it is good."

There was an exclamation from the crowd, and the boy felt that he was pushed hard and fell to the side of the road.

The out-of-control truck slammed into where he had been standing.

Bang!

"No—" the boy's heart-piercing voice sounded in the snowy night and the rumbling guns, and disappeared in the wind in an instant.

- she is wearing new clothes

- She put on light makeup

——she wants to see him very much

The young man opened his mouth wide, staring blankly at everything in front of him, unable to even cry.

——Luo Zichi, you idiot, look, look, what have you done?

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