Tsinghua University

Half a month passed quickly, and Shen Tinglan ushered in her first vacation after transferring to another school.

The holiday is only one day, and it is still half a day this afternoon and half a day tomorrow morning.Most of the students in No. [-] Middle School are unwilling to take vacations. This is not because they love to study, but because the teacher leaves too much homework. In comparison, it is better to do papers in school.

Before school ended at four o'clock, Li Xu called Shen Tinglan and Jiang Xusheng to stop.He lowered his head unconfidently, clasped his hands tightly in front of him, looked very nervous, and said hesitantly, "Do you have time?"

"What's wrong?" Jiang Fusheng guessed that it had something to do with the fight last time, with a smile on his face.

"I want to thank you and treat you to a meal, or I will feel sorry."

"You don't need to thank me, you mainly have to thank the classmate next to me." Jiang Fusheng put his hand on Shen Tinglan's shoulder.

"Don't embarrass me." Shen Tinglan smiled and took Jiang Fusheng's hand off his shoulder. He felt that Li Xu was already a friend, so he didn't say any polite words, and responded generously, "Okay, The gate of the school must be lively today, we can take a stroll."

Every time when No. [-] Middle School is on holiday, many mobile stalls selling snacks will gather at the school gate.Most of these snacks taste good, and most importantly, they are cheap.

The three of them left the school side by side.The open space on the left and right sides of the gate is filled with food stalls.The food is emitting its aroma, the pedestrians are talking, and the cars on the road are speeding.There are blue green belts nearby, and towering buildings and sunny clouds in the distance.

Shen Tinglan saw a familiar person not far away, Zhang Laosan's wife was selling fried skewers.There are three children beside her, obediently surrounding her.

Jiang Fusheng also noticed their busy figures: "I'm going to buy some fried skewers, I want to eat."

"Let's go together, I want to eat too." Shen Tinglan said.

There are quite a few people waiting in front of the fried skewers stand, and Zhang's third daughter-in-law is busy.Her two children helped bag the fried skewers, and the youngest-looking one used a chair as a table and squatted beside her to write arithmetic problems.

Shen Tinglan and the others were seated at the back, and Zhang's third daughter-in-law didn't see them for a while, and chatted with an aunt in front.

The aunt looked at the three children and asked curiously, "They are all from your family? They are so good."

"Yes." Zhang's third daughter-in-law was very happy that her child was praised, and the corners of her mouth rose slightly, "Why are you so good, they can make a lot of trouble at home."

"How old are they?"

"The older one is seven years old and is in the first grade. The two younger ones are five years old and are in kindergarten."

"That's not easy."

"It's not easy, life has to go slowly."

Mrs. Zhang's third daughter-in-law smiled, brushed the fried skewers with sauce, and handed them to her two children to pack.

When it was Shen Tinglan's turn, Zhang's third daughter-in-law recognized him and said hello: "You are also a student in No. [-] Middle School, what do you want to eat?" Looking up again, she saw Jiang Fusheng and Li Xu, enthusiastic Said, "The little landlord is here too? Thank you for the rent...Are you all classmates?"

"Hello, Auntie." Li Xu said cautiously.

"You are also good." Zhang's third daughter-in-law skillfully picked Shen Tinglan's skewers and put them into the pot. The eldest daughter standing next to him asked Jiang Fusheng, "Little landlord brother, how about the saxifrage I gave you?" gone?"

"It's blooming." Jiang Fusheng pointed to Shen Tinglan, "This brother helped raise it, thank him soon."

The girl's innocent eyes fell on Shen Tinglan, and she smiled sweetly: "Thank you brother, brother is so kind!"

Only then did Shen Tinglan know that the saxifrage was given to Jiang Fusheng by Zhang Laosan's daughter.

Saxifraga is actually a very easy-to-raise plant. It does not depend on people, and only needs a little water and sunlight to grow healthily.

Shen Tinglan didn't put much thought into taking care of it, and felt a little embarrassed after being thanked: "I live downstairs in your house, 207. If you have time tomorrow morning, you can come to my house to see it."

"Can you?" She blinked and asked tentatively.

"Nan Nan!" Zhang's third daughter-in-law reprimanded softly, "I have to go out with my mother tomorrow, and it will be the same when I go to my brother's house in the future."

"Oh." The girl was not very happy. She lowered her head and pouted secretly, unwrapped the stacked white plastic bags, packed the fried skewers that Shen Tinglan wanted, and tied the knot with her fingers skillfully.

"Come here often." The girl said again.

"Come here often." Shen Tinglan was amused by the girl's awkward look, thinking that he would get up early tomorrow, and bring the saxifrage to her daughter before Zhang's third daughter-in-law left the stall.

The meal cost a total of 30 yuan for three people, which is considered a very cheap price in Binhai City.

Li Xu's family lived far away, Shen Tinglan and Jiang Susheng sent him to the entrance of the subway station, and then walked to the hardware building.

They agreed earlier that they would go to the house to look at the saxifrage tree when they were on holiday.

The old lady in the simple guard room is leaning comfortably on a chair, watching TV while kneading melon seeds.Seeing the two coming, she quickly spit out the melon seeds in her mouth, opened the window and poked her head and shouted, "Shen Tinglan! Someone is looking for you!"

Shen Tinglan paused, he didn't have many friends in this city, so he couldn't figure out who would come looking for him.The old grandma's hearing was not good, so he raised his voice and asked, "Who is looking for me?"

"A woman came in by car!" said the old woman. "I don't know the brand of the silver car. It looks quite expensive. She's waiting for you inside!"

After listening to the grandmother's description, Shen Tinglan understood that it was Shen Qingyi who came over, and it was probably related to Xie Zhirong.He didn't want Jiang Fusheng to be involved in these troubles. Based on his usual experience, he judged that Shen Qingyi would not stay here for too long.

He handed the bag containing fried skewers to Jiang Fusheng: "Wait for me for a while."

"Okay, I'll wait for you in the guard's room." Jiang Fu smiled at him, "Call me when you're done."

"En." Shen Tinglan approached the hardware building, and suddenly remembered the first time he came here.At that time, he never thought that he would become brothers and sisters with the little landlord who shaved his own hair.

Sure enough, the way to resolve conflicts between boys is to fight, and if you don't fight, you don't know each other.This unwritten rule applies even if someone else is being beaten.

Thinking wildly in his mind, he came to Building 2 unknowingly, and a silver-white Bentley was parked outside Zhang Pengpeng's barbershop.

The rear door slammed softly, and Shen Qingyi walked out slowly.Her dress was very different from the last time she came here, she was dressed in a luxurious and luxurious outfit, like a peacock showing off its beautiful feathers.

"Let's go inside and talk." Shen Tinglan took out the key, and went upstairs first to open the door of 207.

Shen Qingyi stepped into Shen Tinglan's small house and closed the door tightly.

The sunlight comes from the south window and shines on the north wall.The shadows of the two fell to the ground, and because of the oblique angle, the distance between them seemed even further away.

"What do you want to say?" Shen Tinglan cut to the chase.

Shen Qingyi glanced at him: "Pack up your things, I'll pick you up today, you shouldn't be living here anymore."

Shen Qingyi was not "Mrs. Xie" two days ago, she was just a mistress who couldn't get on the stage.For Shen Tinglan, an illegitimate child who has no sense of existence, it is very reasonable to live in a cheap rental house.

Today, Shen Qingyi has become "Mrs. Xie". Shen Tinglan, as the son of the well-known entrepreneur Xie Zhirong, would lose the family's face if he hangs around in a low-level place.

Shen Tinglan knew what Shen Qingyi was thinking, but she couldn't accept it.

He couldn't say the word daddy to a man who abandoned his wife and son, and he couldn't even feel close to relatives he had never met.

Shen Tinglan was afraid of that strange place, so she said stubbornly: "I'm fine here, I don't need to move."

"This is not your home." Shen Qingyi said firmly.

Shen Tinglan was so angry with her, she asked, "Is Xie Zhirong your home? Are you happy there?"

These words unintentionally tore off Shen Qingyi's fig leaf.

She doesn't believe in love, because past experiences tell her that nightingales and roses are cheap, and they all died in the poet's fairy tales.For Shen Qingyi, being with Xie Zhirong is nothing more than satisfying the twisted psychology of vanity.That home was more like Vanity Fair, more like a gilded cage.

She was locked up voluntarily.

Shen Qingyi didn't want others to find out, so she showed her identity as Mrs. Xie everywhere, creating a sense of comfort and happiness.

But a fake is a fake.

She pushed Shen Tinglan angrily, her demeanor was not as elegant as before, like a quarreling market woman on the street, shouting: "How did you talk to your mother?"

Shen Tinglan staggered and hit the wall with his back.The temples on both sides of his head "jumped" violently, and the negative emotions accumulated in his heart burst out instantly, and he couldn't help but say a lot of words like catharsis: "You like being a stepmother so much? Good horse Don't even eat the grass of turning back!"

A large part of Shen Tinglan's personality was inherited from Shen Qingyi. When she was angry, she was a different person than usual, her rationality seemed to be disconnected, and she said whatever was unpleasant, like a firecracker that was ignited.

Shen Qingyi was so angry that Shen Tinglan's hands trembled, and she shouted loudly: "I made a big mistake back then! I should be cruel and just not give birth to you!"

The lethality of these words is undoubtedly huge, Shen Tinglan froze on the spot, silently looking at Shen Qingyi, making his familiar features instantly become extremely strange.

Shen Qingyi wanted to find traces of her lying from Shen Qingyi's expressions and movements, but unfortunately, she still took it for granted.

He suddenly felt that the whole world was unreal.

Jiang Fusheng pushed open the door and barged in at this time.

He couldn't wait for Shen Tinglan in the guard's room, so he was anxious and wanted to go inside to have a look.Unexpectedly, as soon as they reached the second floor, they heard fierce quarrels.

Jiang Fusheng's heart skipped a beat, and he quickened his pace and ran to room 207.Without saying hello, he pushed open the closed door hard.

The eyes of the two people in the room fell on him.

"Well... Auntie." Jiang Fusheng laughed quickly, and he walked to Shen Tinglan's side, "Shen Tinglan and I are classmates. Today is my birthday, and we agreed to go out to play at night. He told me If you want to go upstairs to pick up something, tell me to wait downstairs. I waited for a long time and didn’t see him, so I went up to have a look.”

As he said that, he turned his head and urged Shen Tinglan, "Bring the things up? Yang Dalou and the others are here, and we are the only ones missing."

With Jiang Xusheng, an outsider present, it was hard for Shen Qingyi to say anything.Now that it was at an impasse again, she no longer insisted on letting Shen Tinglan move out today.

Jiang Fusheng didn't care about Shen Qingyi's attitude, he took Shen Tinglan's hand and walked out, and he didn't forget to say: "Auntie, we are leaving first, please help lock the door!"

Shen Tinglan lowered his head and said nothing, letting Jiang Fusheng pull him.As soon as I walked out of the corridor, a large area of ​​sunlight shone on my face, and I felt that the sky above my head suddenly brightened.

It was only at this moment that he realized that his legs were very weak, and all the strength in his body seemed to have been wasted in the farce-like quarrel just now.

When they left Changning Street, Jiang Susheng stopped a taxi on the side of the road and gave the driver his address.Shen Tinglan sat in the back seat and saw many small western-style buildings built during the Republic of China from the windows.

Binhai is a typical northern city that is compatible with both East and West, completely different from Shen Tinglan's hometown, that unknown town.It is more atmospheric, more prosperous than it, and more lively than it.

But now Shen Tinglan just wants to go back to the small town, especially when recalling Shen Qingyi telling him arrogantly: Your existence was a mistake, and you shouldn't have come to this world in the first place.He even went crazy and wanted to go back.

Even during the years when she was bullied the most, no one had ever said such things to Shen Tinglan.

After all, it was his mother.

It was as if a knife had been stabbed in his heart, and the pain was severe.At the same time, a sore feeling rushed to my throat.

Shen Tinglan thought that he shouldn't cry because of this matter, and should put on a chic attitude of "I am the best in the world".But the body didn't listen to the orders of the consciousness, and the more I wiped the tears with my hands, the more tears came.

Jiang Fusheng noticed Shen Tinglan's abnormality, turned to look at him, and asked with concern: "What's wrong?"

It was good that Jiang Fusheng didn't ask, but this question made Shen Tinglan's grievance and unwillingness magnified several times, as if an opening was opened in a dam that was about to collapse, and the flood poured out instantly.

Shen Tinglan could no longer restrain his own emotions, and said vaguely: "I want to go home."

Jiang Fusheng felt sorry for him, but he couldn't comfort him, so he could only persuade him gently: "We're going home now, there's no one else there, just the two of us."

Shen Tinglan didn't answer.

Jiang Fusheng was soft-hearted, afraid that he would hurt his eyes from crying like this, and said, "Brother Lan, I'll call you brother, don't cry. Don't you always remember that I shaved your hair? In this way, tomorrow I will also shave a monk’s head to apologize to you, do you think it’s okay?”

Shen Tinglan's hair grew very fast, and she was no longer a braised head.He stroked his hair subconsciously: "None of your business."

"Naturally, it's none of my business. My brother Lan is crying like a little daughter-in-law, why don't I hurry up and persuade him?"

Shen Tinglan was dissatisfied with Jiang Fusheng's description, and replied, "You look like a little daughter-in-law."

"Sure, as long as you don't cry, I'll be your little wife."

The driver who was driving ahead couldn't help laughing when he heard this.

Jiang Xusheng took advantage of the slope to get off the donkey: "The driver is laughing, I have worked so hard to make you happy, so just smile."

It has to be said that in terms of coaxing people, it is better to play rogues than to speak big truths.

Shen Tinglan was slightly moved, rolled his eyes, and smiled at Jiang Susheng.

He has a nice smile.

For some reason, Jiang Susheng thought of red roses blooming in the misty rainy night.It has a warm color and soft petals. It looks cute, but it is full of sharp thorns.

He suddenly wanted to get close to the flower.

The author has something to say: Regarding Shen Tinglan and Jiang Susheng, I overturned and rewrote it at least ten times.At first, I wanted to write a sand sculpture story like the previous article, and they were also set as sand sculptures.When I wrote about [-] words, I gave up this first draft, which was purely playful, for no reason, but it was not good enough.

I hope that there is a group of people who work hard to live somewhere in the world.Because I am too good, I thought a lot, and the final writing was still very poor.

I really am a pickled fish

The emotional drama is a rocket, let’s eat candy if you don’t cut it, after all, I am a sweet writer.