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"mom?"

Zhao Yunhe's face was gloomy.

Yan Ji quickly restrained his smile, and quickly smiled again: "Mom, I worked overtime all night, so I didn't go home at night, and I didn't play around outside. Why don't you tell me in advance when you come, I'm good..."

Zhao Yunhe's face turned dark instantly, and her eyes flicked: "I can't come yet? Oh, this is not my house, I don't deserve to come here."

Yan Ji was taken aback by Zhao Yunhe's anger, and quickly apologized: "Mom, I, I was wrong, you can come anytime, I...I'll pour you a glass of water."

Yan Ji hurried into the kitchen, glanced around randomly, and stuffed the file in his hand behind the microwave.I didn't return all night, and my mother was furious, so let her see the paternity test again.

Yan Ji thought for a while and then stuffed the envelope containing the money into it. He didn't return all night and brought back 1 yuan. It's even more strange to say, I'd better give it to my mother in a few days.

After hiding the file and the envelope, Yan Ji breathed a sigh of relief, raised his hand and yawned, rubbing the corners of his eyes.After a day and a night of tossing and tossing, I am really tired and sleepy now. I have to tell my mother not to go out for dinner, and order a takeaway at home at noon.

There was no water in the kettle, so Yan Ji opened a bottle of mineral water and poured it into a glass, turned it to warm and slightly scalded in the microwave oven, brought it to the living room and put it on the tea table: "Mom, Uncle Zhou went to work?"

Yan Ji's caring greetings did not intend to ignite Zhao Yunhe's pent-up anger. She immediately turned her eyebrows upside down, picked up a teacup and poured it all over Yan Ji, and hissed, "You have the nerve to ask! You evil spirit!"

Yan Ji was caught off guard, his clothes were drenched immediately, one side of his face was hot red and the other was pale.She seemed to have reacted, but she didn't seem to react, she called softly: "Mom?" She was still in a daze, the hot water fell on the floor along her chin and fingertips, making a "tick-tick" sound.

Zhao Yunhe also seemed to be taken aback by herself, and she recovered after a while, rubbing her chest and gasping for breath: "You evil spirit, your Uncle Zhou treats you so well, he buys you food and drink, for you You are looking for a job to introduce a boyfriend to you, and you just hurt him like this, if you don’t learn well outside, you, you are trying to kill me!"

Yan Ji bent down and snatched the cup from Zhao Yunhe's hand, took out a tissue and wiped her hands: "Mom, don't be angry, I didn't go out and didn't learn well, I really worked overtime..."

"What overtime!"

Zhao Yunhe shook her hand angrily, and coincidentally "slapped" the other half of Yan Ji's face.Although it was an unintentional move, the slap was so powerful that bloodshot eyes appeared on Yan Ji's fair skin.

Yan Ji's eyes twitched in pain, and he looked up at Zhao Yunhe blankly.

Zhao Yunhe herself was taken aback: "What are you looking at! I can't hit you yet! If your wings are hardened, you will rebel!"

Yan Ji frowned helplessly: "Mom, can you be reasonable? I'm really not feeling right now, so just tell me if you have something to say."

Zhao Yunhe's lips trembled, and she became anxious: "Are you uncomfortable? Am I comfortable! Okay, let me tell you, what did you do with Lao Zhou's access card! You are so bold, I will call the police and arrest you now!"

The words "access control card" made Yan Ji stunned.

There have been frequent accidents and misfortunes recently, and the experience that night in the underground laboratory of Dianjin Pharmaceutical has long been put aside by her.At this moment, when Zhao Yunhe mentioned it suddenly, Yan Ji was startled, as if a hidden bomb detonated in his mind.

"Door, door..." Yan Ji murmured, stuttering and unable to speak, his vague memory was gradually awakened, "Door, access control, what's wrong with card, card?"

Because of anger, Zhao Yunhe's two semi-permanent eyebrows twitched together: "What's wrong? What did you say? What did you do with Lao Zhou's access control card? You didn't know what you were doing? There are records of swiping cards in other companies... Lao Zhou has already been locked up For a few days, he didn't say anything... He was afraid that I would worry, it was over, it was over, I lost my job, maybe I would go to jail..."

Zhao Yunhe was like a punctured tire, hard and suddenly deflated and limp, the old sofa suddenly dented and made an old creaking sound.Zhao Yunhe sat on the sofa and burst into tears like a waterfall, sobbing choked up.

Yan Ji pursed his lips bitterly, unable to say a word of comfort.She lowered her head, filled with guilt in her heart: "I, I, at that time, it was because...Mom, I'm sorry, this matter is my fault."

"You evil spirit!" Zhao Yunhe's eyes were red and her face was full of tears, her lips turned up to reveal her teeth, like an angry female orangutan slapping Yan Ji with both hands, "kill you evil spirit! I've only passed a few days Good day! Lao Zhou, I am sorry for Lao Zhou! It's over, everything is over, what should I do in the future!"

Yan Ji knelt on the ground and let her mother beat her. The scars that had healed and scabs were torn apart. The pain caused cold sweat to break out on her forehead, but she didn't complain at all, but she begged her mother to calm down a little.

Zhao Yunhe stared at her flushed palm, stared blankly, opened the Prada bag sideways, took out a pen and paper, and patted it on the coffee table: "Let's sign it."

Yan Ji looked up and saw that it was a house gift contract.

Donor: Yan Ji (hereinafter referred to as Party A)

Donee: Zhao Yunhe (hereinafter referred to as Party B)

On the basis of equality and voluntariness, Party A and Party B have reached the following unanimous agreement on the house donation:

206. Party A voluntarily donates all its houses located in Building [-], No. [-], Zhengguang New Village to Party B, and Party B accepts the gift voluntarily.

……

Yan Ji glanced at it, feeling confused.

In the past, Zhao Yunhe would mutter "I can't sell the house, I can't sell the house" whenever something went wrong. When Yan Ji was young, she always believed it was true, and every time she stammered to dissuade her, she would be scolded instead, and could only hide in bed and cry. .

Fortunately, Zhao Yunhe only talked about it and never put it into action.

In Yan Ji's heart, this old house is the shelter for their mother and daughter. Outside, it is windy and rainy, and the ground will collapse. As long as the house is still there, there will always be a corner where they can curl up and shelter from the wind and rain.

Yan Ji pursed his lips tightly, and picked up the pen without saying a word.She didn't want to explore why the house was under her own name. What happened to Uncle Zhou was her fault. Besides, the older generation valued blood ties, so it was normal to worry about being homeless.

Even though he comforted himself like this, Yan Ji couldn't help feeling sore in his heart, he endured so much that he didn't cry out, the tip of the pen brushed across the paper, and wrote down the word "Yan Ji" one stroke at a time.

"Mom." Yan Ji handed the contract to Zhao Yunhe, stood up from the ground.

Zhao Yunhe stared at the contract with eyes red from crying, and her lips moved: "When will you move out?"

Yan Ji froze.

"I'm going to sell this house. In case the old Zhou company wants to pay compensation, I can make money even if I have money..."

"...Don't worry too much, it will be fine in two days..."

"...A tiger's poison doesn't eat its children. I won't call the police. You decide whether you want to surrender yourself..."

Yan Ji's ears were buzzing, and she heard fragmentary voices intermittently. She stood there motionless like a puppet, until she heard Zhao Yunhe talk about surrendering herself, she suddenly raised her head and asked, "Mom, why don't you believe me?"

She was sad in her heart, and her voice was as calm as the muffled sound of ice cracking.

Zhao Yunhe was stunned for a moment, and after a while said with a stiff expression: "...I want to believe you, but how can you argue with the facts? Ah? Alas, the child is a piece of flesh from the mother. I don't love children, I just hate that iron can't be made into steel, and I'm doing this for your own good..."

Yan Ji said slowly but firmly: "No."

She kept repeating: "No, no, no..."

Zhao Yunhe, who was in the middle of her generous speech, suddenly felt a chill in her heart, and finally came to her senses, grabbed the Prada bag with both hands and jumped up from the sofa, bypassing the coffee table and wanting to leave.

"Wait a minute." Yan Ji yelled, "I can't remember anything about my childhood, please tell me about it."

Zhao Yunhe was unmoved, and went straight to the entrance to go out.

"The gift contract can be revoked at any time."

Zhao Yunhe turned around suddenly: "How dare you!"

Zhao Yunhe's anger made Yan Ji's heart ache, he sneered and asked, "Why didn't I dare?"

This sneer was like adding fuel to the fire, and Zhao Yunhe was furious: "How dare you talk to me like that? I'm your mother, and you've turned against me..."

"You are not my mother."

As soon as he said a word, the room was cold and solemn.

Yan Ji realized that he had spoken indiscriminately, and tried to force a wry smile on his face, but what he said was an arrow from the string, and there was no way back.

Zhao Yunhe with a dull expression trembled, and sneered with a pale face: "Okay, I'll tell you if you want to know. Yes, you are not my own. Your parents are dead long ago."

There is an expected answer, and an ending that I don't care much about.

Yan Ji's throat moved, and he asked in a harsh voice: "He, he, them, how could they die..."

As the secret was revealed, Zhao Yunhe's tense body relaxed, and her attitude was broken: "Ask yourself."

Yan Ji raised his hand hesitantly, and raised his bangs on one side, revealing the scar on his forehead.Too much time has passed, and the hideous wound has faded like a trace of water, and even she herself has blurred that period of memory.

Yan Ji's fingertips turned white, trembling slightly but he didn't dare to touch the wound: "They are, are they, to protect me... so I was only slightly injured, but I forgot..."

Zhao Yunhe had a weird expression on hearing the words: "What are you talking about? You were fighting with someone at school, and the school made you drop out. They came back from other places and were killed on the highway."

Yan Ji categorically denied it: "Impossible!"

"How is that impossible!" Zhao Yunhe pinched the Prada bag under her arm, "You were lying in the hospital with a broken head and no one wanted you. Zhang Gong and her took you to the provincial capital for medical treatment. .The two nerds in their family, one old and one young, can't take care of children, so I took the trouble to bring you back."

Yan Ji was at a loss for what to do with his fingers, and took a half step back in panic: "No, it's impossible, teacher and I are relatives?"

"What relative? Your grandfather used to be the driver of the old curator in their unit. His son and daughter-in-law all died, and the old man couldn't bear the blow and ran away from home. Didn't it happen that there was a flood that year? You died outside, and you are the only one left..."

All the sounds in the world are turned into nothingness.

Time collapses, space passes, memory is a torn calendar, and fate is a cold joke caught off guard.

The door leaf made a sound - "bang".

For example, when the curtain ends and the lights are turned off.

Yan Ji covered his face, squatted down slowly, and curled up into a ball.

......

The most desperate thing about life is that no matter how desperate it is, it will always continue.

Yan Ji woke up from the sofa with a start, and got up in a daze. The sky outside was dark, and the next building was dotted with a few scattered lights, permeating the tranquility of the night.

Yan Ji turned his head and saw the empty glass on the tea table, the memories of the day swept over, like a huge stone mill crushing the internal organs.

The headache was splitting, and the heart was tangled.

Yan Ji leaned on the armrest of the sofa to get up, but he staggered and fell back on the sofa.She froze for a moment, then sneered suddenly, and slapped herself backhanded.

"Snapped!"

The pain made Yan Ji regain a sense of reason, and she walked into the bedroom slowly, and she began to pack her things.

Letters sent to me by the teacher, treasured gifts, and drawings accumulated over the years, other than that, there are only some clothes and painting utensils.I dug out my luggage from my college days, but it wasn't full.

Diligence and thrift seem to have been deeply rooted in his bone marrow, Yan Ji still didn't have the habit of purchasing non-essential items for himself after the economy was affluent.

After a moment of hesitation in his thoughts, Yan Ji raised his head and looked over the desk. The wall was sealed with a layer of white paper, almost blending with the white wall.Yan Ji stood on the table, carefully uncovered a corner of the white paper, and the bronzing pattern reflected the light outside the window, illuminating Yan Ji's eyes.

"Hiss - hiss - hiss -"

As the white paper tore off, a wall full of awards was revealed.

If this old house is the backing in Yan Ji's heart, then retreat.Then this wall of awards is the weak confidence of her barren youth.These carefully cherished prides support her to keep her spine straight and calm in the face of ridicule or ridicule.

"Dinglingling~jinglingling~~"

The phone in his pocket vibrated, and the lit screen spoke in the dark, but the name on the caller ID sweetened Yan Ji's heart, and he couldn't help but smile.