SAYE

According to his mother...Jiang Cheng suddenly felt that this name was a bit strange, and his train of thought was interrupted strangely, and he couldn't remember what it was at this moment.

In his more than ten years of life, his parents and family were the only ones. Whether the relationship was good or bad, his mother was just the woman named Shen Yiqing, his father was the man named Jiang Wei, and there were two twin brothers... ...but now suddenly there is an extra set, Li Baoguo and... a few names that he has forgotten.

It's really a bit hard to twist.

The relationship between him and his family is indeed very tense. Whether it is his parents or his younger brother, he will get angry when he touches it, and he will explode when he sees a fire. It has been almost a year since he and his younger brother have spoken. Even his mother who has always been calm and self-controlled All sorts of gaffes.

But even if this state continued from his junior high school to high school, even if he often thought that he didn't want to go home again, didn't want to see his parents again, let alone see those two identical faces again... this kind of moment is like a wish come true When the earth fell before his eyes, he was still completely dazzled.

It is Meng.

very confused.

From the moment my mother said "I have something to tell you", several months of cold war and formalities, until now, everything is like a dream that cannot be recovered.

Most of the time he didn't suffer much, and he didn't suffer much.

Some are just blind.

"Is it cold?" Li Baoguo turned around and asked, coughing a few times, "It's much colder than where you used to be?"

"En." Jiang Cheng replied through the mask.

"It'll be warm when we get back to the house," Li Baoguo said, coughing and talking loudly, spraying saliva all over his face, "I've cleaned up a room just for you."

"Thank you." Jiang Cheng replied, raising his hand to pull on the mask.

"Why are you two thanking me?" Li Baoguo patted him on the back twice while coughing and laughing, "You two don't say thank you!"

Jiang Cheng failed to respond to him. These two slaps were quite forceful. He was already breathing heavily and wanted to cough, but after hearing Li Baoguo's cough, he wanted to cough even more. After two more slaps, he bent down and coughed wildly at the ground. Tears almost coughed out.

"Your body is not very good," Li Baoguo looked at him, "You need to exercise, I was as strong as a bear when I was your age."

Jiang Cheng didn't speak, but bent over and stretched out his arms, giving him a thumbs up.

Li Baoguo laughed happily: "Exercise! I will have to rely on you to take care of me in the future!"

Jiang Cheng straightened up and glanced at him.

"Go." Li Baoguo patted him again.

"Don't touch me." Jiang Cheng frowned.

"Yo?" Li Baoguo was stunned, staring at him with round eyes, "Why?"

Jiang Cheng looked at him for a while, then pulled off his mask: "Don't pat me on the back."

Li Baoguo's home is on an old small street, on both sides are dilapidated but full of life atmosphere of various small shops, there are food and daily necessities, and above the shops are small low-rise buildings.

Jiang Cheng raised his head and looked around through all kinds of intertwined wires. The outer walls couldn't see their true colors, and he didn't know if it was dark or just like this.

Filled with a feeling of not knowing what it was like, he followed Li Baoguo into a corridor, passed through several piles of sundries and vegetables, and walked to the innermost door on the first floor.

"The conditions are definitely not as good as yours before," Li Baoguo said while opening the door, "but what's mine is yours!"

Jiang Cheng didn't speak, looking at a light bulb wrapped in spider webs in the corridor, he felt that the light bulb was about to lose its breath.

"What's mine is yours!" Li Baoguo opened the door, turned his head and patted him on the shoulder twice, "What's yours is mine! This is the parents!"

"You told me not to touch me." Jiang Cheng said a little irritably.

"Yo," Li Baoguo entered the room and turned on the light, "I'm really spoiled, just talking to the elders like this, let me tell you, I'm not used to your elder brother or sister, if you have been growing up at home, I will Convince you... Come, you sleep in this room... This room used to be your brother's..."

Jiang Cheng didn't listen to what Li Baoguo was still saying, and dragged the box into the back room. This house is a two-bedroom house. I don't know how the big family lived in it before.

This tidied up house... probably hasn't been tidied up very much, you can tell it with just your nose without eyes, there is a faint musty smell in the dusty smell.

An old wardrobe, a desk, and a canopy bed. The upper bunk was piled with sundries, but the lower bunk had been cleaned up. The sheets and quilts were all new.

"Leave the things here, I'll tidy them up tomorrow," Li Baoguo said, "Let's have a drink first."

"What to drink?" Jiang Cheng was stunned for a moment, then glanced at his phone, it was almost ten o'clock.

"Wine," Li Baoguo looked at him, "We haven't seen each other for more than ten years, why don't we have a drink, let's celebrate!"

"...No," Jiang Cheng was speechless, "I don't want to drink."

"Don't want to drink?" Li Baoguo's eyes widened, and after staring at him for two seconds, he narrowed his eyes again, and laughed, "You haven't had a drink, have you? You're already in high school..."

"I don't want to drink," Jiang Cheng interrupted him, "I want to sleep."

"Sleep?" Li Baoguo froze for a while, then turned around and walked out with a wave of his hands, and said in a rough voice, "All right, all right, sleep, sleep."

Jiang Cheng closed the door of the room, and stood in the room for almost 5 minutes before going over and opening the closet door.

As soon as the door opened, he was stunned by the smell of mothballs. A two-door wardrobe was half full, with quilts, blankets, old cotton clothes, and towel quilts whose fringe almost caught up with the fringe.

This feeling is hard to describe. Jiang Cheng is sure that he has not started to miss his home and family that are several hours away, but he really starts to miss his room crazily.

He took out a few clothes from the suitcase and hung them in the closet, and put the rest in the suitcase and stuffed them under the closet. He took out a bottle of perfume and sprayed the closet a dozen times before closing it. He opened the cabinet door and sat on the edge of the bed.

The phone rang, and he took it out to check, the number displayed was "Mom", and he answered the phone.

"Are you there?" Mom's voice came from over there.

"En." Jiang Cheng responded.

"The conditions are not as good as at home here," said my mother. "It may take some time to get used to it."

"No need." Jiang Cheng said.

Mom paused: "Xiaocheng, I still hope you don't feel..."

"I don't think so." Jiang Cheng said.

"The family has not treated you badly in the past ten years, and your father and I have never let you know that you were adopted, right?" Mom's voice was usually severe.

"But I still know now," Jiang Cheng said, "and I've already been kicked out."

"Don't forget, your father who celebrates Chinese New Year has already been sent to the hospital because of your anger! He hasn't been discharged yet!" Mom raised her voice.

Jiang Cheng didn't speak. He couldn't figure out what his father's hospitalization with pneumonia had to do with him.

And what else his mother said later, he was a little miraculous and didn't hear clearly. This is his skill, and things he doesn't want to hear can really be kept out of his mind.

His mother's harsh and empty accusations and what he thought were completely ineffective communication methods were the fuses for his collapse.

He didn't want to hear it, and didn't want to quarrel in this strange environment that made him uncomfortable.

When the phone hung up, he couldn't remember what he said before, what his mother said, what he said, he couldn't remember anymore.

Wanting to take a shower, Jiang Cheng got up and opened the door, and looked into the living room, but there was no one there.

He cleared his throat and coughed a few times, but no one responded.

"Are...are you there?" He walked into the living room, really not knowing how to address Li Baoguo.

The house is small, from the living room one can see all the doors of the bedroom, kitchen and bathroom at a glance, Li Baoguo is not in the house anymore.

Let's go playing cards, people who pick up people at the intersection have to play a few hands.

"Come on—play cards—you have a lot of time anyway," Jiang Cheng sang, and pushed open the toilet door, "Come on—take a bath—anyway..."

There is no water heater in the toilet.

"Anyway..." He continued to sing, and looked back at the kitchen connected to the toilet, but he didn't see the water heater, only an electric heater on the faucet, "Anyway..."

He couldn't continue singing. After turning around twice to make sure there was no water heater in the room, he felt panicked and slammed on the faucet: "Fuck."

After spending a day outside, he couldn't sleep without taking a shower.

In the end, he had to go back to the room and drag out the suitcase, dug out a folding bucket, carried buckets of water into the toilet in his underwear, went in and out half-wiping and half-washing to wash the shower.

A cockroach ran past his feet on the way out of the toilet, and he jumped up to hide, almost hitting the door.

It was only when he returned to the house and turned off the lights that he was about to force sleep that Jiang Cheng noticed that there were no curtains in the room, and the reason he hadn't seen the scene outside the window was because the glass was too dirty.

He pulled the quilt over it, hesitated for a moment, then pulled the quilt head and smelled it, and he was relieved after confirming that it was clean, and he was no longer in the mood to even sigh.

After closing my eyes for about half an hour, my eyes were sore and I didn't feel sleepy. I was about to sit up and smoke a cigarette when my phone rang.

He took it over and took a look. It was a message from Pan Zhi.

- fuck you goneWhat's the situation now?

Jiang Cheng lit a cigarette, dialed Pan Zhi's number, walked to the window with his cigarette in his mouth, and wanted to open the window.

The windows were covered with dust and rust. After he tossed about for a long time, Pan Zhidu answered the phone over there, but the windows were still motionless.

"Cheng?" Pan Zhi suppressed his voice like a thief.

"Fuck." Jiang Cheng's fingers were pricked by something, and he frowned and cursed, giving up the idea of ​​opening the window.

"What's your situation?" Pan Zhi still kept his voice down, "I heard from Yu Xin that you left today? Didn't you tell me when you left? I bought a bunch of things and waited to give them to you!"

"Send it to me." Jiang Cheng put on his coat, walked to the living room with a cigarette in his mouth, opened the door and wanted to go out, took a step and realized that he didn't have the key, so he had to go back and opened the window of the living room.

The irritability in my heart is like a storm, as long as there is another dime, I can sing a war song of anger.

"Have you passed?" Pan Zhi asked.

"Yeah." Jiang Cheng leaned against the window sill, looking at the dark street outside.

"How is it? How is your dear father?" Pan Zhi asked again.

"Are you okay?" Jiang Cheng said, "I don't want to talk right now."

"Fuck, I didn't get you there," Pan Zhi clicked his tongue, "Why are you upset with me? You didn't hesitate at all when your mother said that you need the consent of the adoptee, and now you're upset Already!"

"No hesitation does not conflict with displeasure." Jiang Cheng puffed out a puff of smoke.

A thin figure suddenly appeared on the deserted road outside, passing by at an astonishing speed on a skateboard.

Jiang Cheng was stunned for a moment, thinking of the little girl named Gu Miao from before, there are quite a lot of skateboarders in this poor city.

"Shall I go?" Pan Zhi said suddenly.

"Huh?" Jiang Cheng didn't react.

"I said I'll go over to see you," Pan Zhi said, "Isn't it just a few days before school starts? I'll send you the things I bought by the way."

"No." Jiang Cheng said.

"Don't be stubborn with me. You didn't tell anyone about it. Now I can give you some warmth." Pan Zhi sighed, "Let me comfort you."

"How do you comfort me?" Jiang Cheng said, "Would you like to talk to me?"

"Fuck you uncle Jiang Cheng, can you show some face!" Pan Zhi yelled.

"You are so enthusiastic and want to give it away from thousands of miles away, why should I be ashamed, I have to cooperate with you quickly." Jiang Cheng took the cigarette butt and walked around the room twice, and found a jar of eight-treasure porridge covered with soot, and opened it before he could. When I saw the contents clearly, I was almost vomited out by the smell of old smoke.

He threw the cigarette butt in and closed the lid, feeling at this moment that he never wanted to smoke in his life.

Strange and bad environment, strange and bad "relatives".

Jiang Cheng originally thought that he would suffer from insomnia under such circumstances, but after he lay down on the bed, the pain of being unable to fall asleep before disappeared, and he was somewhat surprised to find that he was sleepy, not just sleepy, but also sleepy and tired. It's like the feeling after staying up late for half a month for intensive review.

suddenly.

After closing his eyes, he fell asleep as if unconscious.

I didn't even have a dream all night.

The first thing he felt when he woke up in the morning was that his whole body was sore. When he got up and got out of bed, Jiang Cheng had the illusion that his real identity was actually a laborer carrying big bags on the dock, or that he hadn't worked enough for a week.

He took his mobile phone and checked the time. It was quite early, just after eight o'clock.

Putting on clothes and walking out of the room, everything in the room remained the same as last night, even the empty bed in the other bedroom.

Li Baoguo didn't come back overnight?

Jiang Cheng frowned. After washing up, he felt a little embarrassed. His attitude yesterday was not very good. Li Baoguo didn't have any malice in pulling him to drink. It could only be regarded as a difference in habits, but he refused bluntly. Li Baoguo couldn't be You didn't come back all night because of this, right?

He hesitated for a moment, took out his mobile phone and wanted to call Li Baoguo, since he didn't drink together at night, it's not a problem to have breakfast together in the morning.

While dialing the number, a key sounded from outside the door, followed by a sound of the door lock, which lasted for 30 seconds before the door was opened.

Li Baoguo entered the room wrapped in cold air, his face was dark and his expression was very tired.

"Are you awake?" Li Baoguo said loudly when he saw him, "You woke up quite early, how did you sleep?"

"...It's alright." While answering, Jiang Cheng could smell the thick smell of smoke on his body, mixed with some inexplicable unpleasant smell, as if he could smell it on a red-skinned and green-skinned train before.

"Did you eat breakfast?" Li Baoguo took off his coat, shook it, the smell became stronger, and the small living room was full of strange smells.

"No," Jiang Cheng said, "How about we..."

"There are breakfast shops when you go out. There are quite a lot of them. Go and eat," Li Baoguo said, "I'm so sleepy, let's sleep for a while. If I don't get up at noon, you can eat by yourself."

Jiang Cheng watched him enter another bedroom, and without taking off anything, he just fell on the bed, pulled the quilt over it, and asked a little speechlessly, "Last night...why did you go?"

"Playing cards, I'm so unlucky this time around. Yesterday was pretty good! The blessing you brought me!" Li Baoguo happily said at the top of his voice and closed his eyes.

Jiang Cheng took the keys he had put on the table, turned around and went out the door, feeling that his previous embarrassment was so naive.

The snow had stopped, and a bitter cold swept through the air.

The small street is more lively during the day than at night. There are people with cars and the sound of firecrackers, but when everything is bright, the ruins that could have been hidden in the darkness are revealed.

Jiang Cheng wandered back and forth on the street twice, and finally entered a steamed stuffed bun shop, ate a few steamed stuffed buns, and drank a bowl of tofu nao. He felt that the aches and pains in his body had not been alleviated, and on the contrary, he seemed to have woken up and felt even more uncomfortable.

He probably had a cold, so after eating breakfast, he went to the small pharmacy next to him to buy a box of medicine.

After buying the medicine, I stood on the side of the road and felt a little dazed. Go back?

The way Li Baoguo fell asleep with a strange smell all over his body made him upset for a while, he didn't know what he could do after he went back.

Sleeping or dazed?

After standing at the entrance of the pharmacy for a few minutes, he decided to take a walk around and get acquainted with this place where he didn't know how long he would be able to stay.

He walked aimlessly along the side street to the main street, turned another corner, and turned into another side street that was parallel to the previous side street. Jiang Cheng wanted to see if anyone on this street could turn back directly. way.

On this small street, he saw a small musical instrument store and an ice cream shop with a very pink decoration, but apart from these two stores, the other stores were no different from those on the previous street.

When passing by a grocery store that was disguised as a small supermarket, he stopped, opened the door and walked in, intending to buy a bottle of water and take the medicine first.

While the lemon-scented heat from the store was blowing towards his face, he stopped at the entrance, and wanted to turn his head to go out.

There were four people crowded in the small space in front of the cashier, each with a chair, sitting or leaning on it.

As soon as he came in, the few people who were chatting stopped and turned their heads to stare at him together.

Jiang Cheng looked at these four people, from looks to expressions, from clothing to temperament, each of them seemed to have a word written on their faces.

No, yes, well, bird.

Just as he was hesitating whether to turn around and leave or go directly to the shelf next to him to get water, Jiang Cheng saw three people crowded in front of the shelf out of the corner of his eye.

He turned his head, but didn't see the person clearly, first he saw the broken hair and a bald head, and then he saw a pair of big eyes.