life after death

He froze for two seconds and quickly cleaned up his ferocious expression, so fast that the corners of his mouth cramped. At this time, Boss Xie called him, and Su Junping immediately lowered his head. Boss Xie stuffed the paper into his arms: "Go and do the math for me again." I can’t even calculate this and pay it off!”

At this time, Su Junping had no time to shout about his boring self-esteem. He took the paper and immediately found an empty table next to him to recalculate. Chen Yilin approached step by step, and when he passed by, he smelled the faint scent of lemon, that soft scent. It made him distracted for a while, his ears only knew to listen to the two people talking behind him, he didn't know what he was writing.

Boss Xie said: "That's it. For the specific situation, you can ask Mr. Qiu in the administrative building. She is in charge of psychological counseling."

Chen Yilin said yes.

Boss Xie said again: "Take the list and ask."

Chen Yilin stood beside him for a few more seconds, Boss Xie lowered his head to do the exercises, and he returned to the classroom after seeing his explanation.

Su Junping was still in a daze, as soon as he heard the footsteps, he knew that he was going to pass again. Su Junping stretched out his hand and pulled the bangs in front of his forehead, and lowered his head to write calculations, but his eyes turned irregularly to the side go.

He saw a pair of navy blue sneakers.

Chen Yilin stood in front of him and said softly, "The pen...can you lend me a moment?"

Su Junping's heart was thumping wildly, when he heard a thump, he quickly handed it up with both hands: "You use it, you use it, you're welcome."

Chen Yilin said thank you, leaned down/glanced at his draft calmly, and then wrote something on the list. He was tall and the table was short, and when he bent over, the spine protruded obviously. Forming a graceful arc, he happened to be wearing a white loose smock, reminiscent of a white sailboat carrying the wind.

That spine is so beautiful, it reminds people of something, but it does not remind people of anything. It has the beauty of geometry and the beauty of life. Su Junping was dazzled by the beauty, and he stretched out his hand to stick to the spine. Chen Yilin Suddenly raised his head, Su Junping retracted quickly, Chen Yilin only saw an afterimage.

Chen Yilin thanked him, nodded and left.

Su Junping saw his eyes with extremely deep eyeliner, and every hook was full of affection.He thought to himself that he likes me so much, was I blind before, I could turn a blind eye to such eyes, or was I drowning in tenderness and didn't know anything?

But no matter what, after a hundred days, the two of them... should go their separate ways.

Su Junping couldn't tell how he felt. Knowing that Chen Yilin liked him, he was overjoyed, but he was overjoyed to think that the misunderstanding would go his separate ways. These two intense emotions gnawed at his heart. upset him.Those distorted numbers were like alien text, he frowned and almost wanted to throw it into the trash can, Boss Xie said: "Have you figured it out yet?"

Su Junping took a deep breath and said, "Not yet."

"Then calculate quickly."

Su Junping responded, scratched his hair impatiently and forced himself to watch the process, and suddenly found a mark on the test paper, which looked like it was pinched out by nails.It wasn't him, then... it was Chen Yilin just now?

Su Junping looked it over carefully, and suddenly yelled, Boss Xie swept over and immediately covered his mouth and lowered his head, it turned out that the formula was written wrong, no wonder it was not correct after a long time of calculation.

This was originally a simple question, but after correcting it, the calculation was quick. Su Junping handed it over to Boss Xie, and Boss Xie let him go without stabbing him.

Chen Yilin's gentleness is like an iceberg, all he can see at a glance is the tip of the iceberg, and there are multiple thoughts hidden underneath, all hidden in his eyes, movements, and words.

Su Junping couldn't help thinking over and over again why he was so unscrupulous back then, thinking so badly of him, and hurting his heart so much?

What the fuck is not a thing!

Halfway on the way, he was hooked around the neck by a fleshy and fat hand, and the hoof almost broke his neck. Su Junping put away his sad thoughts and gave an elbow rudely.

"Fat brother, what are you doing?"

Fat Brother smiled and said, "I just saw you when I came back from the bathroom."

He picked up Su Junping and let Su Junping drag him away with difficulty without any introspection. However, he knew how to watch his words and emotions. Before Su Junping couldn't bear to throw him down, the fat guy said: "A store I am concerned about has a special price on shoes. Let's fight together to enjoy a discount, will you come to Protector Zuo?"

Su Junping twitched the corner of his mouth: "So they are waiting for me here, I'll go back and have a look."

He dragged the fat guy back and was sweating all over. Fortunately, being a fat guy was interesting enough, so he immediately sent the link. Su Junping pulled the curtain to cover it, and it looked pretty good.

"It's so cheap, are you sure it's genuine?"

"How long have I been buying it, do you know? Right! Believe me!"

Su Junping made a calculation, and it was only a little over 800, which was very cost-effective. It would be a pity not to buy it, so he nodded: "Okay, what other groups are there to buy?"

"It's just me, you, Brother Wen, Brother Jie. I'll go home and place an order after my self-study the day after tomorrow. Just transfer the money to me before then."

Su Junping made a gesture, and heard the unique clicking sound of high-heeled shoes. With quick eyesight, he quickly put the English paper on the phone, spread out the physics and drew force decomposition on the image—even though he hadn't even read the title yet.Teacher Discipline Inspection is a menopausal aunt, and when she pulled the curtains, she scolded angrily: "Why are you pulling the curtains at night, what are you doing so shameful?" A live timer tick timer.

In high school, a magical age when hormones are extremely strong but suppressed, girls start to notice whether their two-centimeter-long hair is as curly as yesterday, and whether the newly bought liquid lipstick is as gorgeous as the last one; People start to pay attention to whether their hairstyle is as straight as the new one in the store after washing, and whether the newly bought shoes are as handsome as the last one.

Boys are really strange, clothes and trousers can be reluctantly, only shoes are the treasure of treasures, every night you don't have to wash your face, but shoes must be maintained.

In such a big environment, Su Junping was used to buying again, and scratched his head when he saw his beloved shoes.

But he knew that this matter should not be rushed. If he wanted to persuade his mother to take out the money, he had to flatter him.

Su Junping suddenly turned around at the end of the evening self-study, snatched Wang Wenjie's papers, copied the answers word by word, and drew a circle in the place where the sign was made, regardless of whether it was right or wrong. Look at it seriously - anyway, the mother can't understand the topic.

After all this was done, he found out the tutorial books he bought at the bottom of the pile of books, and after a dozen bells rang, he stuffed his homework and tutorial books into his schoolbag and walked home.

Yang Hong was still not very happy. She made him a bowl of noodles and put them on the table. She sat on the sofa knitting a sweater. As the weather got warmer, she had to speed up.Su Junping took off his shoes, and quietly, he saw an orange light in the narrow living room. He put on his slippers and walked over, first took out the tutorial book from the schoolbag, and then picked up the chopsticks to suck up the noodles.

Yang Hong pushed up his glasses, and glanced at him indifferently. Su Junping rolled noodles with his left hand and held a pen in his right, making his chest dirty, like a child who just learned to eat, Yang Hong frowned.

"Put down the pen and concentrate on eating noodles."

Su Jun paused, and found that he seemed to be slapped on a horse's hoof, so he changed hands decisively and buried his head in eating noodles.

Yang Hong walked over and saw a thick stack of papers in his schoolbag, and the tutoring books were spread out, densely written. She flipped through a couple of pages, and her anger subsided a lot, but she didn't show it on her face: "Don't be so messy." Some are not, the noodles are not delicious, and the homework is not well done, do studies depend on you for a few minutes?"

Su Junping smiled, showing his white teeth: "I'm...in a hurry."

Yang Hong simply closed the guidance book and put it out of his reach: "It's not good for the stomach, so concentrate on eating."

Although his mother didn't laugh, Su Junping knew that her heart had softened, so he laughed secretly twice, but on the surface he behaved very well.

After eating the noodles, Su Junping threw the enamel bowl into the sink and soaked it in water, and he did two chemical and organic reasonings. When he finished checking the answers and wanted to continue, a beautiful hand appeared on the paper. .

Yang Hong said: "Don't do it too late at night. If you don't wake up the next day, you won't be able to listen to the class well. It will only be counterproductive. Don't worry, there are still [-] days left. Mom also has confidence in you."

Su Junping's idea was sugar-coated cannonballs, but he encountered real syrup and almost melted in it. He rubbed his fucking palm comfortably, sighed that his mother would be good, stood up and volunteered to wash the dishes, Yang Hong couldn't resist, so he had to lean on the door and look at his son who had stretched his brows and eyes.

Yang Hong was still knitting, but she thought in her heart: "My son is getting better and better, and I don't know how many girls like it when he goes to college." She couldn't help but raise the corners of her mouth when she thought of this, Su Junping Turning around suddenly: "Mom, I have something to discuss with you."

Yang Hong hummed lightly: "What's the matter?"

Su Junping: "I want to buy a pair of shoes. My classmate and I bought a group price. It's very cheap and the quality is good. I've liked that style for a long time. The price-performance ratio is very high!"

He said a long list in one breath, afraid that Yang Hong would disagree, but Yang Hong raised her eyebrows with a smile: "Okay, you have worked hard, and mom should reward you for buying a pair of shoes. How much is it? "

"Eight hundred and four."

Yang Hong's face changed instantly.

Her silly son turned his back to her, and he still babbled about how good those shoes were, pouring out all the compliments from his barren head, his tail almost piercing the ceiling—he was so self-entertaining I enjoyed myself for a long time, until I washed the dishes and wiped off the water before turning around: "How is it?"

Yang Hong didn't know what it was like at that moment.

Their family used to have a lot of money, so what do 900 yuan shoes count? After a discount, they are still in four figures, but now, Su Junping loves a pair of shoes and has to fight for a group price. Moreover, she has to deny the boy's little wish.

Yang Hong smiled and put on a natural face as much as possible: "No."

Su Junping's face turned gray in an instant.

He twitched the corner of his mouth, and the blood on his cheeks was clearly illuminated by the light.Su Junping swallowed, and said unwillingly: "Mom, why, didn't you agree just now?"

Yang Hong lowered her head to knit a sweater: "There is no reason, parents don't want to buy things for you, so there is no need to ask why."

Su Junping was not happy at that time, he hated others to oppress him with the way of elders, as if he had to follow their lead as if he had a great kindness.But that's his mother, not that bitch Su Wen, Su Junping took a deep breath, thinking it was still a question of money.

He walked over and held his mother's hand: "Mom, do you think it's too expensive? It's my fault, I didn't think about it," Yang Hong said with a pale face that he hadn't been simply ignored by him. Su Junping stubbornly pulled Her hand said, "I'm sorry, Mom, I didn't mean it, but I really like these shoes. You see, I haven't bought anything for a long time. Can you accommodate me?"

Yang Hong's hand is smaller than his, and it can be easily wrapped in the palm of his hand. Looking at his picturesque and exquisite eyebrows, Yang Hong really couldn't say a word.

As a parent, when your child eagerly asks you for something, but you don't have the ability, even if he has considered lowering the request and is not able to give it out, that is humiliation.

She lived for her son for 18 years, but she couldn't even satisfy his little wish-what mother can bear it?

Yang Hong's face became paler and paler, but fortunately it was not obvious under the orange light.Not only was she incompetent, but she was spotted by Su Junping, which made her even more unbearable. Yang Hong firmly shook her head and said, "No."

Su Junping was also in a hurry, their family would not be so poor that they couldn't even afford 800 yuan, he held his goddamn hands: "Don't do it, listen to me, cut off my pocket money, I won’t go out for breakfast anymore, I won’t go to the cafeteria or small shops at school, and I don’t want any gifts after the college entrance examination—can you just buy me a pair of shoes? Good mother, I beg you! "

He went to the back and unconsciously raised his voice, Yang Hong stayed for two seconds, but the orange light could not illuminate her blood, Yang Hong's expression was as if someone had slapped her, she gritted her teeth He raised his head abruptly.

"If I say no, I can't! It's not about money, understand? Don't worry about money! You just take care of your studies, and you go to prepare for your college entrance examination with all your heart. Don't study hard all day. How to dress yourself!"

Su Junping's anger was suppressed again and again, and he couldn't help but get on the head: "Why do you say I dress up? Where did I dress up? I'm not a girl, why do I dress up all day long? You know how to study every day, and you know how to do homework now. How difficult is it! Standing and talking without pain in the back! I just asked you for a pair of shoes, and if you don’t give them, I won’t give them. Why are you talking so badly!”

Yang Hong laughed angrily at him: "You told me that homework is difficult? I didn't study hard, but now I'm blaming me. As a mother, don't I want to see you walking on a crooked road and not help you? Why do other people Your child's grades are so good, and your previous tablemate, who has good grades and is obedient, knows how many times more sensible than you!"

"Other people's homes are so nice all day long, why don't you be someone else's mother!"

Yang Hong choked, and stared at him with wide eyes: "Even if I think about it, I can't help it, I just gave birth to you, and I regret it now, you and Su Wen are more and more like—"

Halfway through Yang Hong's words, Su Junping's face suddenly became terribly pale. His face was white, but his eyes were red. He stretched out his hand and folded the needle in half, threw it on the ground, slammed the door and ran into the room.

Yang Hong stood quietly in that small room, I don't know how many times smaller than the previous house, the lights were also dim, and there was a smell of oily smoke. She raised her head, and the light shone on her snow-white face. After a while, tears flowed from the eyes.

Without the hindrance of eyelashes, it flows like lines on the face.

She squatted down slowly, hugging the wool-scented sweater.

She knew that sentence, which severely hurt Su Junping's heart.

She and Su Wen have separated, and whether he lives or dies has nothing to do with her.

But with him for 20 years, the man's facial features, his language, and his actions are all deeply imprinted in her mind. She is like Pavlov's dog, and she is very sensitive to the place where there is a trace of him. Bitter hate.

She put up with him for 20 years.

She endured too much, she thought that one day she would be free and the pain would dissipate like the wind, but no, the scars planted seeds, sprouted, and grew into a big tree covering the sky. Her youth, her Life, her past gentleness is gone forever, her heart has turned into surprise and suspicion, she has become a resentful woman, although she is trying her best to cover it up, but she has indeed become like that.

Such is the power of domestic violence.

Yang Hong put her cold face and hot tears on the soft sweater.

What is there to fight against but tears?

After Su Junping slammed the door, he took a brief shower, threw off his slippers and threw himself on the bed.The anger and resentment in his heart disappeared instantly when he smelled the aroma of roasted mites on the quilt.

When he closes his eyes, he can feel how his mother hugged the quilt, opened the balcony window, spread it outside and then clamped it with two big clips. The sun is so good and so big that it can be covered in black paint. The dark night made him smell the sun.

He immediately regretted that he was so fierce to his mother just now, but it was already very late, Su Junping thought about apologizing to her the next day, but the next day Yang Hong sat at the dining table with a sleepy look, making Su Junping terrified I dare not speak.

He whispered goodbye, put on his shoes and left.

Although Su Junping's 800 yuan shoes were ruined, he still had some spare money in his pocket. He planned to buy some snacks to make amends. Unfortunately, the school's canteen was crazy about money. Even the arowanas were displayed, occupying two rows , the rest was for drinks and instant noodles, and only a very small part was for snacks.He picked and picked, but bought a small box of Ferrero.

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Su Junping was wiping his sweat after squeezing out the three young men who were trying to jump in line, when suddenly someone put his shoulders on his shoulders.

Wang Wenjie smiled so much that he showed his two big dies: "Hey, protector Zuo." Then when he couldn't react in time, he added, "You have toothpaste stains on your clothes."

Su Junping looked down reflexively, the baseball uniform was clean and nothing was there.

"You lied to me?"

"Don't mind, today is April Fool's Day, you can lie to me too."

Su Junping took a deep breath: "You will definitely find a girlfriend."

Wang Wenjie was flattered and expressed his thanks.

Su Junping: "The sentence just now was a lie to you."

Wang Wenjie yelled that this didn't count as beating him up, but Su Junping had already swiped his card and walked away.

He leisurely wandered back to the classroom with the gift in his hand, and suddenly found a beautiful rainbow bottle on his desk.

According to the color gradient, it is laid out layer by layer in a spiral shape, including pink, light green, golden, and sky blue.

Bizarre.

He has never seen so many colors blend together so naturally, as if they were born to be that way, as if they should grow that way when there are colors from the chaos, Su Junping couldn't help but leaned over and put it on in the sun.

The beautiful appearance reminds people of colorful butterflies about to spread their wings.