life after death

Su Junping only caught the word "demolition", Chen Yilin nodded without even understanding the last word.

"it's me."

Then they chattered and chatted, Su Junping made an emoji of disconnection the whole time, and Chen Yilin took a break from his busy schedule to change his cold tea and said: "Drinking cold tea is not good for the stomach."

Su Junping: "...Thank you."

Then he stood up again and brought over a fresh mung bean cake—it was for Su Junping. Not only did those men in suits have no seats, they couldn't even have a sip of tea.Chen Yilin's bias was so strong that even Su Junping, who was known for his thick skin, couldn't stand it, holding the cup and feeling guilty.

Fortunately, although he was feeling guilty, he couldn't see a trace of expression on his face. Instead, the corners of his eyes were twitched, and they were full of sarcasm. He looked at the world with an inscrutable smile, and he really wanted people to jump on him and beat him twice. fist.

The quality of the negotiators was extremely high, and they were not angry with this group of youngsters. They discussed it carefully before leaving, and they even locked the door behind them when they left.

Su Junping kept this position for half a minute, then when the clock came, he jumped up like a switch, ran to the door to see if they had left, retracted his head and said mysteriously, "Let's go."

Chen Yilin: "..."

Definitely go, save what to do.

Chen Yilin continued to make pastries, and Su Junping also wanted to help, but he would only be of no help. Chen Yilin set aside a small pile of flour for him to play with, and started filling the templates himself.

Su Junping glanced at Chen Yilin, with his head bowed, his nose bridge was straight, and the bridge of his nose protruded his aura, making him look extraordinarily handsome.

Su Junping asked, "Where's your grandma?"

Chen Yilin: "I have a cold, I let her rest at home."

"Does it matter?"

"A little cold. The fever subsided after taking two medicines yesterday. It's just that my spirit is not good. At noon, I will make a bowl of chicken soup to supplement her."

The two of them didn't speak after that, the sun came up little by little, following the trembling of Chen Yilin's eyelashes, the sunlight undulated like waves, filling the whole world.

Chen Yilin finished filling the stuffing absent-mindedly, put the other half of the mold on the steamer, and steamed it. He always had some thoughts on Su Junping, watching Su Junping playing with the ball of snow-white flour, making a snowman for a while, and making a ball for a while. Mosquito-repellent incense, after a while, it became completely different, and he only felt that his heart was the dough under his hands, and as those hands manipulated it wantonly, he couldn't control his emotions.

Chen Yilin has always been afraid of the unknown, he likes an orderly life, but the escaped Su Junping doesn't seem to be that bad.

But then he thought of the huge gap between the two of them, and his eyes dimmed again. All he could do and dare to do was to do small things calmly, and he could be happy for a long time by just ticking his fingers. He couldn't move forward any further. .

As Chen Yilin thought about it, Su Junping suddenly stretched out his hand to catch him off guard, and when he withdrew his hand, he realized that Su Junping had just helped him lift his glasses.

Chen Yilin blushed slightly: "Thank you."

Su Junping said it was all right, then looked at Chen Yilin for a while, and finally couldn't hold back and asked: "What did those people... just do here? It doesn't matter if you don't want to say it."

Chen Yilin thought for a while before saying: "The real estate agent came to negotiate. The old city we live in needs to be demolished and built a new building, but the amount of compensation is relatively small, and there is no suitable housing for the demolished households, so I want to negotiate to increase the price."

Su Junping tilted his head for a while before straightening out his train of thought, and asked, "What is a concierge?"

"The allotment housing is the house specially prepared by the government for the demolition households, such as the Cuijuyuan community. In our old city, only the location is good, the house is broken, and the compensation we get can't buy a new house. Even if we can buy it, it is probably a suburban area. But However, there are not enough houses in Cuijuyuan."

Su Junping let out a "huh" and had nothing to say for a moment. He seemed too small in front of such a huge matter.

Su Junping lowered his head to lick the dough and separated a rabbit from head to tail. He was depressed for a while and dryly found a topic: "It's really not your style to do this kind of thing."

Chen Yilin is actually not good at dealing with people. He also understands that he generally avoids active group activities, so it is not surprising that he writes this kind of application by himself. What is strange is that he will bring so many people together.

Chen Yilin laughed: "Actually, I didn't want to, but how can I put it? There are so many people, my grandma was going to go with them to a sit-in in front of the real estate developer, but I stopped him just in time," he thought He sighed unbearably, "I have no other choice, so I wrote an application and let them sign it together."

Su Junping looked at the straight-backed young man, his facial features were clearly the outline of a young man, but the worry between his brows was that of an adult.An indescribable sense of loss and heartache suddenly surged in his heart, and finally settled down, and he poked a few more holes in the rabbit's corpse.

"Can it work?" Su Junping asked.

"I don't know, I don't think it's too much to ask for. Their prices are indeed a bit low. And in January next year, housing provident funds from other places will be allowed to buy houses. Those who come to big cities to buy senior housing prices will rise for a while. They have to hurry up and build buildings. I don't want to procrastinate."

Su Junping stared at him blankly for a while, trying to say something, but in the end he couldn't say anything.

In a corner he didn't know about, Chen Yilin grew into an adult in a blink of an eye.

After Chen Yilin finished making the cakes and drank water to rest, Su Junping also abandoned the rabbit carcass and sat beside him.

They chatted for a while, Chen Yilin didn't go home early to make soup, Su Junping also said goodbye and went home.

He saw his dad when he opened the door, which was really strange, even though today was Saturday, Su Junping could count on two hands the number of times he saw him at home on weekends at his age.

The man and woman who had been arguing so much about the divorce were now sitting at the same table and drinking tea in an amicable manner.

Yang Hong handed over two oranges, and Su Wen would say thank you.

Su Junping bent down and took off one shoe, thinking: "It's better to leave." When he took off the other shoe, he heard his father say: "I threw away everything in your suitcase."

He was stunned, and after a few seconds, he suddenly realized that he kicked over his shoes, and ran into the room barefoot. He opened the cabinet and searched again and again, only to find quilts of different thicknesses, and his suitcase was gone.

Su Junping didn't believe in evil, he didn't believe that he could search so thoroughly, he searched the bottom of his desk and bed, and there was not even a SpongeBob SquarePants the size of a grain of rice left.

None.

He didn't react for a moment, but when he did, the belated anger suddenly burned in his heart like a prairie fire, Su Junping thought to himself: "Why?!"

Su Junping kicked open the door with his neck stuck, and shouted with red eyes, "Su Wen!"

His father raised his palm and gave him a slap on the mouth, and there was a "snap", which couldn't be more crisp and loud.Su Junping was slapped across the face all of a sudden, and there was a rusty taste on the tip of his tongue.

He felt his face was burning like a fire, it was numb from the pain, he stared at Su Wen for half a minute with unyielding eyes, and then said word by word: "What right do you have to touch my things?! "

Another slap, left and right, very geometric.

Su Junping felt that he was stunned by the beating, he smiled quickly, and then waved his fist to fight back. Su Wen had been sitting in the office for a long time, so he was naturally not as sensitive as his son, so Yang Hong shouted in the blink of an eye: "Enough is enough!" !"

Her voice was not loud, but it was like a wire, barely holding back his movements.

Yang Hong came over, looked at Su Junping, and seemed to want to touch his face, but held back.

She said: "When your father threw things, I watched the whole process. I also cleaned the room afterwards. Do you want to hit me too?"

Su Junping didn't speak.

Yang Hong said: "Su Junping, you really let me down. I thought you didn't study hard because you were worried about family affairs. I was still thinking: 'The child has grown up and is sensible.' What about you? Look at it. What are you doing? Doing business? What are you doing with those wechat merchants at such a young age? We work so hard to let our son have a bright future and smooth sailing, not for you to earn those cheap money Do you think that little money is useful? Can’t you show some consideration for us? Mom and Dad have really done a lot, we’ve taken 99 steps and there’s only one step left, aren’t you willing to step out?”

She was hoarse at the end of her speech, Su Junping carefully touched her, and Yang Hong opened her before touching her.

She repeated the conclusion at the end: "You are so disappointing."

After finishing speaking, he went back to the room. Su Wenfan closed the door and whispered a few words to Yang Hong inside. The gentle voice was not like his usual tone. Su Junping stared at the log-colored door in a daze. The thick planks easily blocked the two worlds.

He let her down?

He actually let her down?

For so many years, he has been involved in countless accidents, fought countless times, and even has a glorious record of beating people to the hospital. His mother has never used the word "disappointed" to him.

Now that he has grown up, is obedient, and sensible, he has started to think about his family, and happily saves money like a fool. When he thinks of buying two beautiful hats for her, he is completely rejected.

Those two words defeated his self-righteous pride.

Su Junping thought: "Am I crazy or is this world crazy?"

The logic of this world seemed to have been turned upside down when he didn't know it.

Everything is messed up.

He cannot accept this fact.

Su Wen pushed the door out and closed the door lightly.

He changed his previous loud voice and said in a low voice: "Your mother is too tired, sleep for a while, don't disturb her."

He glanced at Su Junping again, and that glance really impressed Su Junping, as if he had struck out a knife with thousands of words, and the blade could have scratched his face.

Su Wen said: "Go back to your room, think about what you should do, and don't let your mother down again."

After speaking, he picked up the briefcase on the sofa, closed the door and left.

Isn't it a mess?

How could Su Wen speak in such a tone?Even if he was half as good as he is now, the father and son wouldn't be in trouble like this.

But why?The world is so twisted and subverted, the earth still rotates and revolves as usual.

he does not know.

Su Junping kicked the door open, wanted to kick it again, but remembered something and held back, and closed the door carefully.

He flung himself on the bed thinking he would think a lot, but he fell asleep halfway through thinking.

He woke up from a nightmare.

He had a nightmare, dreaming that he was staying in the room, the curtains were drawn tightly and it was dark, he was cold and hungry, but no matter how much he shouted, there was no one there, he couldn't open the door or open it Curtains, he kept yelling and yelling, but no one heard him, he watched his skin sag and wrinkled, he watched himself grow older, and then he died, and he watched himself rot, Finally turned into a pair of bones.

He was still shouting, he kept shouting, even after he died, but no one came to save him.

It was endless loneliness.

It was autumn in November, and it was clearly winter. Su Junping only wore a thin corduroy shirt and a woolen vest, and when he woke up, he had goose bumps all over his body.

Not only cold, but also dizzy, sore throat, like a cold.

He didn't care at first, but when he woke up the next day, he was dizzy and couldn't walk straight. He took a measurement, 38.9, and was sent directly to the hospital to hang a saline bottle.

When the seasons change, there are many people who catch a cold. He sat in the infusion room and listened to the cries of children one after another. He wished he could knock himself out with a brick.However, the doctor also prescribed four bottles for him to hang up. He looked at the tick-tock drip in despair, and felt that the long time seemed to have no end.

The only good thing is probably not having to go to class.

Although Su Junping slept a lot yesterday, the nightmare made him feel very tired, and he didn't have the quality of sleep. He was about to fall asleep little by little accompanied by the crying of the child, and was jolted awake by the ringtone of the mobile phone.

Seeing that it was Wang Wenjie on the caller ID, Su Junping picked up the phone and planned to greet his ancestors, but Wang Wenjie said eagerly: "Something happened at the squad leader's house!"