Don't run after school next door!

By the time we got back downstairs in the community, the sky had already plunged into darkness.The bus that Fang Xun took this time stopped at the back door, and he had to walk a while to get to the community.

The hawkers who brought the fruits and sold them directly in the car were also closing their stalls. There was a light bulb attached to the roof of the car, the light was dim, and the nearby dark red apples were illuminated.There is a fruity aroma floating in the air.

The cool wind was blowing softly, and he felt a lot more relaxed. He hummed the song he had listened to countless times on the bus in a low voice.

Walking along the sidewalk, the back door of the community was getting closer and closer. He saw a fire flashing on the lawn next to him. There were paper ash floating above the flame, and someone was burning paper here.

Fang Xun frowned. The property had posted a notice before, prohibiting residents from burning paper at the back door.He doesn't like to be nosy, but lighting a fire here is easy to cause a fire, so he walked over there.

The new stubble was hidden in the grass, scratching his ankle, itching and hurting.The closer Fang Xun got to that person, the more annoyed he felt, and the back of the other person seemed a little familiar.

He saw a pale hand grab some pieces of fire paper.The flames were smoking, turning the hand red, and the skin suddenly became somewhat transparent, and the joints could almost be seen clearly.

The arc of the hand raised was almost desperate, and then it fell powerlessly, throwing the paper into the fire.The black ash swayed and fell, many of which fell on her hair.

The choking smell began to diffuse into the air, covering the original fresh smell of grass and trees. The pile of papers burned slowly, and shreds of paper rose and rotated in the flames.

Fang Xun didn't make a sound, walked behind the woman, and with his superior height, he could easily see a wooden photo frame propped up beside the fire.

His body froze suddenly, and if he read correctly, the person in the photo was his father who settled down in a neighboring province.

The flame in front of him suddenly turned pale, as if it had been processed by a black and white filter, and it looked terrifying.

Jiang Yue was too immersed in the scene to realize his footsteps.

"Mom," Fang Xun said slowly, "what are you doing?"

Jiang Yue's back stiffened abruptly, and it took her a long time to turn around slowly, her eyes were wide open, she looked at Fang Xun in horror, her lips moved, but she didn't speak.

Fang couldn't find words to describe his mood, his throat seemed to have narrowed a lot, and a stone was blocked: "You burn paper for a... person who hasn't passed away?"

Jiang Yue's eyes became very red—maybe they didn't become red, maybe they were covered with bloodshot eyes before. She turned those two scary red eyeballs and glanced away.

Fang Xun felt that she looked skinny at this moment, only relying on an empty skeleton to support the heavy clothes, and felt that she looked like someone deep in his memory.

After a while, she finally spoke, but her voice sounded ethereal, faint, and desolate: "You go home first."

"Do you know what you are doing?"

"Me," Jiang Yue lowered his head, as if his head had fallen, it was extremely heavy, "I burn paper for the dead."

Fang Xun raised his head, took a deep breath, and said, "He's not dead."

"In my heart, he has been dead for many years." She suddenly raised her head with a smile on her lips.

That smile is creepy and ugly.

Fang Xun didn't blink his eyes, looked at her and said, "Even if he is dead, is it necessary to burn paper for an insignificant person?"

Jiang Yue avoided his gaze, looked at the fire, and then threw all the remaining papers into the fire.

The corners of her mouth twitched nervously, her eyes stared blankly at the flames, as if she was asked by his question, and deliberately concealed something.

However, all sharp emotions cannot be hidden.

Seeing the fire spreading to the side, the tongue of flame rushed to the wooden picture frame next to it, burning its edges a bit black, she suddenly stretched out her hand, grabbed the picture frame back, and hugged it tightly in her arms.

A very small fire had already ignited in that corner, which was extinguished by her alive with her clothes.Not knowing whether it was pain or what, she burst into tears.

She hugged the man's photo in her arms, but screamed like crazy: "He's dead! He's dead, he's dead!"

Fang Xun remembered what she looked like, she looked exactly like herself who was just divorced seven or eight years ago.Hysteria, love and hatred.

He stood up abruptly and took off his coat.

Before Jiang Yue could react, he threw the coat over the flames. Fang Xun stepped on the coat hard and put out the fire.

"Fires are not allowed here," he said dryly.

After speaking, Fang Xun walked straight forward.

Really enough.

Jiang Yue was still squatting on the spot, with two blushes of indignation on her cheeks, tears streaming down her face to quench her madness.

After more than ten seconds passed, she stood up as if suddenly awake, and staggered to catch up with Fang Xun. Her hands were clearly roasting in front of the fire, but they were as cold as poisonous snakes. She grabbed Fang Xun's hand at once.

"Son, mom is just..." She couldn't find a reasonable wording, and was anxious, "Mom just..."

Fang Xun felt bored.The cool wind that was still comfortable just now became as sharp as a steel knife, making the skin painful.

"Stop doing such nonsense," he said.

Jiang Yue raised her hand to wipe away her tears, and smiled flatteringly: "Okay, mom won't be like this from now on."

As he spoke, his voice lowered again, muttering: "No more burning, no more burning."

She lowered her head, a drop of tears hit the ground, and said with a sigh: "Mom is just... fascinated by ghosts for a while."

Fang Xun looked at her, the photo frame was still hugged by her, sticking to her heart.

He didn't expose her again.Which is just a moment?

Fang Xun turned around and went to clean up the pile of rubbish. Jiang Yue was uncharacteristic this time, not in a hurry to work, and stood aside with a sad expression, not knowing what he was thinking.

After returning home, Fang Xun went straight into the room, put the camera on the table, and he stood there for more than ten minutes.

He hoped to cool down his brain by standing still, but his chaotic thoughts came to his door again, and he kept shouting.

Back then, his parents' marriage broke down, and his father took Xiaosan and left without mercy, ignoring their brothers and sisters at all.A year or two later, I found out that I called for child support.

Jiang Yue was very thin for a while, and she didn't have any popularity at all.Only when receiving a remittance text message, the eyes will briefly recover.

At that time, Fang Xun didn't understand that look, he only thought that his mother was happy because she took the money.Now he finally understood that it was a connection between her and him.

Because Jiang Yue loves her ex-husband so much, she never forgets her and hates her deeply.

Scum, of course, doesn't deserve to be loved.But love is always weird, love sometimes has nothing to do with character, his mother just loves a scum, he can't be harsh.

But really suffocating.So suffocating.

Fang Xun suffered from insomnia that day, and he was still awake until two o'clock in the morning.

Sighing in the darkness, Fang Xun sat up, opened the window, walked to the desk, and took out a pack of cigarettes from the bottom drawer.

He has never smoked, but this pack of cigarettes has been lying quietly in his drawer for almost a year.Taking advantage of the moonlight outside the window, he opened the cigarette case and took out one.

Pressing the lighter, a cluster of flames lit up, he moved the cigarette butt over, and the cigarette was quickly lit.Gray-blue smoke rose slowly, and the smell of smoke immediately stained his fingers.

Fang Xun watched the smoke quietly, but when the cigarette burned for ten seconds, he pressed the cigarette butt on the window sill.

The smell of tobacco made him realize that he never wanted to be dead.

His mother is his mother, and he is himself.

Sitting in front of the computer desk again, he called out the photos he had taken for Li Zhao before, and slowly repaired them.Li Zhao's favorite photos, he has already edited and sent them.Bored, he casually finds one he likes and repairs it.In this picture, Li Zhao picked up the book and half covered his face, the details of his hands are very clear.

The hand holding the capacitive pen paused for a moment, Fang Xun closed the picture, and clicked into the collection of business pictures taken before.

A picture of Lin Zan holding the perfume appeared on the screen.

Thinking of Du Rui's evaluation of "this hand is lustful", Fang Xun looked at it carefully for a while, and found that this hand was very clean, obviously pampered, and it really couldn't be linked to pornography.But after watching it for a long time, there are some elusive emotions in my heart.

He held this hand in the evening, and he felt the bones and flesh.There was an indescribable innocence in Lin Zan's body, which made his mind calm.Running up and down the slope, he was just doing it on a whim, but after he did it, he was so happy that he surprised himself.

Fang Xun remembered that game, so he took out the memory card in the camera, put it into the card reader and connected it to the computer, and exported the few photos he took today.

Although it was taken casually, it is very pleasing to the eye.

Plugging in the earphones, and listening to his favorite playlist recently, he aroused sleepiness through the familiar tiredness of retouching.

The next day, Fang Xun went back to school.

Before going out in the morning, Jiang Yue returned to normal, and even got up early to make him a very hearty breakfast.Fang Xun said his thanks, but didn't respond to her deliberately ingratiating gaze.

The atmosphere in the school is much more relaxed.

Li Zhao brought the youth ball made by his aunt, and everyone in the class was given one. The soft and delicious youth ball made him enjoy a lot of envious eyes.

"Damn, it's so delicious." Du Rui boasted, "Aside from the good cooking of your nanny, how is the food?"

Li Zhao smiled: "It's delicious."

"When are you taking us to your house?"

Li Zhao's smile froze slightly: "I'm going to lose the right to order food in our family soon after I got my grades today, and you guys must have done better in the exam than me, so when I brought you home, my mother asked, and I To suffer."

Jiang Wang put the basketball under the desk and said with a smile, "It's easy to handle. We all said that you did worse than you in the exam, but your level is not bad."

Lin Yanyan shook his finger: "You don't understand parents as creatures. Knowing that your son is mixed with a group of classmates with worse grades than him, they will only worry."

Fang Xun said: "It is said that this time, we will directly send text messages to tell the parents the ranking and scores?"

Li Zhao smiled sadly: "And it's the city's ranking."

A few people were discussing, and suddenly there was an explosion in the class: "The results are out!"

The head teacher posted the city's ranking to the group first.

"Bad," Du Rui scratched his head, "I'll see the city rankings first, I'll have to search for my name for a long time."

Li Zhao lay down on the table and said weakly, "Mine should be easy to find, damn it, look backwards."

Before the gang of them ignited, the students in the class had already cast envious eyes on Lin Yanyan: "Lin Yanyan, you are No. 17 in the city! You are amazing!"

Lin Yanyan smiled decently and exchanged a few words with everyone.Du Rui leaned over and asked Fang Xun: "Brother Xun, you are quite calm."

"It won't be high or low," Fang Xun said, "I have nothing to be excited about."

Li Zhao turned his body sideways, leaned on the table and turned to look at him: "I heard that it seems that it is more difficult to catch up with middle grades? Maybe I can surpass you after working harder with poor grades?"

I don't know who gave him the confidence to make him so inflated, but Fang Xun followed his words and said, "It's possible."

Du Ruile was shocked, and winked at the side: "Maybe you can still be number one in the city."

"Cut." Li Zhao pouted, with a fierce look in his eyes, "You are laughing at me."

"No," Du Rui pretended to open the group file and said, "Let me see which piece of bread is blocking the way of Brother Zhao."

"Eh?" He was taken aback, "This piece of bread is Brother Xun's son."

Fang Xun glanced at him.

Du Rui smiled and said, "Didn't I call your mother last time? Are you happy that your son got the first place in the exam?" He handed the phone screen to him again. The No.1 position is Lin Zan's name.

Fang Xun seems to remember that yesterday this person said that he did not do well in the exam, so he was in a bad mood?

By the way, I looked at the results of No.2, and the difference between the two is only ten points.Oh, probably because the gap is not wide enough.

Du Rui snorted and said, "This time No. 1 High School is ashamed, No. [-] was snatched away by No. [-] High School."

Li Zhao's eyes suddenly lit up: "He didn't get into No. [-] Middle School with such good grades. Does that prove that he is actually a counterattack from a poor student? Damn, is this the future me?"

Fang Xun shook his head almost invisibly. According to Xiaoxuan, he was always number one in the fourth middle school.Didn't go to No. [-] middle school, probably because of other secrets.

The scene on the bus yesterday suddenly flashed in my mind, the boy was facing the wind and smiling at the phone screen.Fang Xun took out his mobile phone and sent Lin Zan a WeChat message.

These are the photos I edited last night.

Lin Zan replied quickly: Have you posted all these pictures?Quite good looking.

Fang Xun: After all, it is a photo with a theme, it is a pity to delete it.

Lin Zan typed slowly while thinking: theme?Does the theme mean "an afternoon game"?

After he finished typing, he couldn't help laughing to himself, feeling a little secondary and funny.

But Fang Xun said: "No. [-]".

One afternoon spent with No. [-] in the city, he said that the childish game of running with me on the long slope was number one in his heart.