life after death

Chen Yilin is such a smart person, as soon as he looked up, he guessed the matter thoroughly.

He was the only one in the elevator. He stood upright at first, and then slowly, slowly, arched his waist, clutching a piece of clothes on his chest and only pulling it into a ball.

He couldn't help feeling distressed.

It didn't hurt like a needle prick, nor did it hurt like a knife, he just felt his heart was soaked in a vat of vinegar, no matter if it was made from vinegar essence or aged vinegar made from glutinous rice, it all had a sour taste One by one, it penetrated into his heart.

Chen Yilin's heart was so sad that people came in one after another when he went downstairs. He barely straightened his back, stuck himself into the corner, and pressed his clothes against the stainless steel plate.

Chen Yilin is a person who has experienced powerlessness. He hates the feeling of powerlessness. He swore a long time ago that if he has someone he likes, he must hold that person in his hands, give him happiness, love and tenderness, and give him happiness. Sufficient sense of security—give him what he lacks, and never let him bear the darkness he has endured.

But people are people after all.

No matter how much a person loves someone, it is something inside. Even if he loves enough to cut open his chest and take out his heart, he can't change any objective facts: the person he loves doesn't love him, the death of life, the passage of time elapsed.

Chen Yilin couldn't help thinking of the way Su Junping was peeling apples with a fruit knife. The window was wide open, and a large piece of light shone on his side face, like a beautiful almost eternal statue.

When he reached the ground floor, he went out numbly, and saw the doctors and nurses pushing the patients and running quickly, the people covered by the white sheet were motionless, life and death were uncertain, the damn powerlessness returned, encroaching on his limbs, He could barely walk.

Chen Yilin thought for a long time before he came up with such a clumsy sentence.

"He's my baby," he thought.

"He's my favorite baby," he thought.

Su Junping frowned, Chen Yilin would try to guess his mood, every time Su Junping sneezed, he would worry about whether he had a cold, he was his baby, he was willing to share joy and resist pain, he thought he could resist completely, But no, those sharp spears bypassed him and stabbed Su Junping straight.

He couldn't help but wonder what was he thinking when he tossed and turned in the endless darkness and pain?Chen Yilin forgot what he was thinking at the time, he just felt that his memory seemed to have peeled off his shell, and he only vaguely recalled the moldy walls, the gloomy room, the damp quilt, and his hair wet with sweat from nightmares from time to time.

Will Su Junping do the same?

Is the baby he loves so frightened?

Maybe, maybe not, anyway, he couldn't ask, and Su Junping wouldn't tell him.

Chen Yilin suddenly became angry. After working so hard for so long, could it be that he could still just watch helplessly as before?If he can't protect the one he loves, then what's the point of his efforts, his life?

He gritted his teeth and told himself that something had to be done, and that doing nothing would drive him crazy.

He moved slowly to the main building, pretending to have finished using the toilet, he had been there for too long, and grandma glanced at him several times worriedly, Chen Yilin passed on with a few perfunctory words, and on the way back, Chen Yilin shut down the whole time on the bus He narrowed his eyes, hiding the blood red in the whites of his eyes.

Su Junping didn't know that Chen Yilin had discovered his secret, so he handed over the apple and was very happy to see his mother ate it up, and asked him to get another one for her with a good appetite.

Su Junping leaned against her and said, "Okay, it's not good to eat too many apples, do you want to eat bananas instead?"

Yang Hong rolled her eyes: "No, bananas are sticky, not crunchy and not tasty."

Su Junping said: "You can't discriminate against people because they are not crispy. If all the fruits in the world are crunchy, how can you live if you have bad teeth?" Nutritious."

Yang Hong glanced at him, and said concisely in one word: "Get lost."

After hearing this, Su Junping withdrew his hand and ate the banana by himself.

He is very happy these days, Yang Hong will be discharged from the hospital soon, so he has to prepare well.He looked at the [-]-square-meter small house he rented, and the more he looked at it, the more disgusted he became, but things had come to this point, so he could only make up for his flawed face.

Su Junping first came for a thorough cleaning. God knows, during the Chinese New Year, he would be lazy to wash his hair and sweep the floor, but on New Year's Eve, he would usually go to the barber shop to cut his hair, and washing his hair would save him. Sweeping the floor is just a click away The switch of the sweeper was just bumping around foolishly.

With trembling legs, Su Junping stood on the bench and wiped the windows until they were shiny. He also swept and mopped the floor. He scraped off the kitchen door that was covered with oily smoke. He bought new light bulbs for the dimly lit place. On the table, he tossed a new look in a daze.

Yang Hong was very pleasantly surprised when she dragged the big suitcase back home, she hugged her precious son and kissed her hard, Su Junping said that this is not over yet, brought out two steaks from the kitchen, and raised her head like a proud rooster Neck: "I bought it at the supermarket, how about it?"

Although the meat was a little old and the sauce was a little greasy, but after all, it was rare for this old man to cook, and Yang Hong of course praised him with all his strength.

After dinner, Su Junping volunteered to wash the dishes. Yang Hong was forced to watch TV by him on the sofa. Yang Hong responded with a smile, glanced at the boring TV series, looked at Su Junping's thin back and said: "You are so diligent, I don't even know you anymore, are you born to me?"

Su Junping snorted and ignored her.

"Did you go to grandma's house for dinner recently?"

"No."

"what happened?"

To prevent his mother from getting to the bottom of it, Su Junping quickly said: "It's nothing, I have too much homework recently, so I don't bother to run over to eat, and I do well on my own. Look at me, I'm fat and white."

Bai can be counted, but he is fat but can't be seen at all, and his waist is extremely thin with an apron. Yang Hong always feels that he is as thin as those little girls in the dance studio.

Yang Hong couldn't help frowning: "Why are you so thin and tired from studying, can't you find some time to go to grandma's house for a good meal?"

Su Jun climbed up the pole and immediately poured bitterness on his mother, describing the teacher as a heinous landlord, and he was that poor Yang Bailao, whose family Xi'er (that is, his homework) hadn't done it yet, and was punished. The lackeys of the bourgeoisie were snatched away. What a fate.

Yang Hong slapped him lightly: "What are you doing with such a greasy mouth?" After washing the dishes, she pulled him down to watch TV for a while, and urged him to go to bed at 09:30.

Su Junping went back to the room happily, played with the computer secretly, and was glad that he had exposed the matter to the past - but the next day, the retribution came.

Although Yang Hong knew that Su Junping's mouth was slippery and he couldn't tell the truth, but after all, it was his own son. Seeing that his chin was so thin that his chin was pointed, he felt very distressed, so he went to school and talked to the teacher. If he could invite them Take the burden off your child.

This talk, oh, it's terrible, Su Junping didn't eat well and lost weight, it was clearly caused by the upside-down of day and night and irregular life!

Su Junping came home from his evening self-study. There was a bowl of corn porridge, a plate of pickled melon and a can of fermented bean curd on the table. He thought that he was his own mother. Then I heard Yang Hong say: "I set a password for your notebook, and I will leave it here later."

Su Junping's face froze all of a sudden.

He raised his head mechanically, and saw her beautiful face. She blinked her sparse eyelashes, and said without tenderness: "I really dote on you, Su Junping."

Su Junping immediately begged for forgiveness and confessed his mistake, but Yang Hong not only didn't calm down, but intensified, almost pointing at his nose and scolding him: "You're done, you're an adult, don't you think you can't tell priorities like you did when you grew up? You are only [-] days away from the college entrance examination. I checked and found that everyone is studying hard, and some of them are eating while doing their homework. I don’t ask you to do this. With so much money for you to play, you won’t be able to leave the country if you fail the exam, don’t miss any school when you choose a school, you’ll regret it to death!”

She was gnashing her teeth and talking, probably too excited to speak, she suddenly couldn't breathe, she opened her mouth but didn't make a sound, wrinkling her eyebrows, Su Junping was almost scared to death, so he rushed over to give her some relief, and poured a glass of water Feed her drink.

Yang Hong regained her strength, Su Junping immediately leaned against her face and apologized in a low voice: "Mom, I was wrong, my mistake, please don't be angry? I will definitely not do this in the future! I promise!"

Yang Hong was not in the mood and told him to leave after supper.

Su Junping was also stuffed with breath, so he couldn't show it in front of his mother. When he turned his head to take a shower, he looked at the foggy mirror and let out a vicious pooh.

Boss Xie has a previous record of calling his mother. His mother came out of the hospital in good health and went to school the next day without rest. It must be that bastard surnamed Xie who complained to her.

Boss Xie has complained to Yang Hong too many times, and Su Junping is convinced of this.Because of this, he didn't want to attend classes more and more. Other classes were fine. He would sleep in math class, even if he wasn't sleepy. If he couldn't sleep, he read magazines, but he refused to look up at the fat man and the ugly pictures he drew. .

However, not all the classes in the second semester of the third year of senior high school are in class, and there are still many papers. When Su Jun is in a panic, he is still willing to condescend to do a little bit, especially when Boss Xie ran out to attend the class that day, he was very happy. I took the math paper and buried myself in it.

There was still a math class in the afternoon, and the substitute teacher was supposed to be teaching the papers, but Boss Xie rushed back abruptly, and it became him to teach the papers.

Terrible.

Turns out it wasn't the worst.

After grading the test papers, Boss Xie found that many people miscalculated the best solid geometry. He first sneered at the pig brains that they don’t even want to give away, and then apologized to the pigs—pigs are smarter than them There are too many, Boss Xie asked the three-dimensional geometry calculation to be recalculated, and it was collected for him to check before evening self-study.

Su Junping picked his ears, thinking his words were a clear and loud fart.

He was the only one who didn't hand it in. Boss Xie seemed determined to fight him to death, and called Su Junping to the office.Su Junping didn't want to go at first, but Chen Yilin was the class representative, and he didn't want to embarrass him, so he walked in with a bitter face.

Boss Xie told him to hand over the paper.

Su Junping handed it over, and he only stared at it for three seconds before he let out a sneer, swallowed his mouth when he wanted to say something: "You can do the math again."

Su Junping had no choice but to think: "It's too late, let's do it!"

As a result, a problem arose when he did the calculations. He didn't know why, but the calculation was wrong, and later it became a root sign inside a root sign.Su Junping checked countless times from coordinates to vectors, and stared at the draft book step by step to see the calculation process. There was nothing wrong. He almost crossed his eyes and didn't see anything wrong. After thinking for a long time, he handed over the paper and called thank you. Boss check.

Boss Xie scanned it from top to bottom. Su Junping looked down at his thick eyebrows. Following the whole journey, the thick and short eyebrows that looked like ink dots were raised vigorously, and the corners of his mouth were curled downwards vigorously. Su Junping Unable to hold the red pen tightly, he heard Boss Xie suddenly say: "I told you to listen carefully to the lectures and never listened to it. Now it's all over. You still don't know how to do it?"

Just a second after the words fell, Su Junping suddenly felt a hostility in his heart.

He thought: "I'm fucking quitting!" He raised the pen and was about to throw it out violently, at this moment, the door creaked open.

Su Junping's pen tip stayed in mid-air in embarrassment, facing Chen Yilin who opened the door.

The author has something to say: it can be finished by the end of this month!