Two pots of water

Tan Zui stared straight at the closed unit door, and smoked the remaining half of the cigarette at a very slow speed.

Now is the time for every family to set up a table for dinner, and there is no one in the community at noon, and he is the only person sitting in the garden.

The sun shone down from the open space above his head, and there were only flowers, plants and leaves whirling around, but Tan Zui could hear the sound of the big family sitting around the table in a lively manner, serving dishes and laughing.

He did not exhale the last puff of smoke.

The subconscious mind of the body seems to regard this puff of smoke as an anesthetic to lift the qi, or the ginseng soup that hangs people on TV.

Only by holding his breath can he let himself continue to sit steadily.

After an unknown amount of time, Tan Zui finally recovered from his trance when he smelled the burnt smell of the cigarette butt.

He let out that breath slowly, his eyelids drooped with his trembling breathing, covering his dry and red eyes, and he directly wiped out the cigarette butt in his hand with his fingertips.

The knuckles were so tight that they were a little stiff, and after rubbing them back and forth several times, the feeling became more and more weird.

Taking a closer look, Tan Zui realized that the cigarette butt had already been extinguished, and the cigarette paper was torn, and he rubbed out the filter cotton inside.

pulpy.

When he came out of the bedroom in the morning, Tan Zui told Kang Che to go for a stroll, because he really wanted to take a stroll.

The library, the basketball court, or the cafeteria, you name it.

He had to find something for himself to counteract the urge to ask Jiang Chu for clarification.

What did Jiang Chu want to ask? Tan Zui spent three days and four nights trying to find the answer to this question.

From the moment he saw the photo sent by Da Ben, he had nothing else on his mind. Making data and reading documents were all mechanical, and only two villains were fighting.

Or fight each other.

The kind that hammer each other to death.

A villain was in a hurry and wanted to call Jiang Chu to ask what was going on, who this woman was, and whether he was with her the day he watched the movie.

The other villain didn't have so many words, and he could speak up to ten thousand sentences with only a light sentence back and forth: What are you asking, isn't this what you "want"?

Didn't you let Jiang Chu think about it?

Didn't you just turn around and leave without saying a word?

Isn't it because you are afraid that Jiang Chu will never return to the life of a "normal person" because you have a showdown with your family because of your brain, are you afraid that he will regret it or that he will feel uncomfortable?

What are you still thinking about here?

What standpoint do you use to ask after you really make a phone call, should you laugh or bless or what should you do after the question?

These questions were repeatedly torn in my mind over and over again.

If all the problems tied together look like a piece of wood, his brain can directly realize fire by drilling wood.

Tan Zui couldn't walk very far, he was upset.

——Obviously not at home, but Jiang Chu can be seen everywhere, remembering the day when Jiang Chu accompanied him to sign up.

Jiang Chu was talking; Jiang Chu was looking at the route on his mobile phone; Jiang Chu was walking on his left, flicked his right ear, and pretended nothing happened.

Jiang Chu was waiting for him to sign up under the tree on the main road, leaning on the suitcase and squinting his eyes, his face impatient with the sun leaking from the shade of the tree.

Whenever Qin Zui looked back at him, the eyes of the two of them would meet directly without turning around a bit.

Then Jiang Chu would tilt his neck and give him a lazy smile.

Eye-catchingly handsome.

As long as they are not walking side by side, Jiang Chu will always look at him from behind, like he does every time he walks behind Jiang Chu.

I can't think about these things. Thinking about it makes Tan the most immobile than the sudden photo sent by Da Ben.

He sat down on the bleachers of the playground, stretched out his long legs unconsciously like Jiang Chu did, leaned on the back of the chair and looked at the joggers below.

In fact, it was just a photo, Tan knew in his heart that it couldn't prove anything.

Unless Jiang Chu personally admits it, even if he sees Jiang Chu's wedding photo, he will directly label it as fake news from the bottom of his heart.

But even if you don't believe it, the photos are in the phone.

He could tell himself over and over again not to believe it, but he couldn't help himself not to think about it over and over again.

Tan Zui remembered that he had just arrived at Kang Che's place two months ago, and Kang Che had asked him, if Jiang Chu really figured it out, would you really accept it?

At that time Qin didn't know the least.

At the moment he still doesn't know.

He couldn't even sum up his mood these days.

Before seeing it with his own eyes, all other emotions were put aside, Tan only wanted to know if it was true.

He just wanted to see for himself.

I want to take a look at Jiang Chu.

What is alive is not the hundreds of secretly taken photos in the mobile phone, Jiang Chu who was frozen in bed or changing clothes with his face turned sideways.

I want to see what that person looks like.

Whether it's beautiful or ugly, what does it have to do with Jiang Chu, whether it's worthy of watching movies and walking with his brother.

I also want to see if Jiang Chu is really smiling when he walks with this person.

Don't say hello, don't make it difficult for Jiang Chu to see him, just see him secretly.

He leaned his head back and looked at the sky for a while, Tan Zui sat up straight again, and opened the ticketing software that had been parked in the background of the phone.

The moment he bought the ticket was the first time he felt "happy" in the past few days.

Qin most didn't know where Jiang Chu would go today and what arrangements he had.

It's not good to ask Da Ben this kind of question in a pretentious manner. Da Ben will turn around and send a screenshot to Jiang Chu. Those two people are sometimes more like brothers than Qin Zui and Jiang Chu when it comes to "external" issues. Two children.

He could only go downstairs and wait.

Qin most came out of the station at [-]:[-], this time was on the day when he needed to go to work, and Jiang Chu had just woken up.

He found a place where he could see the windows of his house, and when he returned to the space where Jiang Chu was, Tan Zui felt that even if he just sat there for a day, he would feel at ease today.

Then I don't know whether it's lucky or unlucky, Jiang Chu's car drove out.

Qin Zui only hesitated for two seconds, then took a taxi and followed him like a madman, and followed all the way to Jiang Chu's mother's house.

His self-deceiving happiness lasted until he saw Qianqian.

Qin most can't remember how he bought the ticket back home.

It was almost the same as when I came here, like a dream, I was already in the car.

It's the same as when he came, he couldn't understand his emotions before he came, but now that he's gone back, he still can't feel it.

The difference is that his questions like drilling wood for fire, and those two villains with bruised noses and swollen faces, all disappeared completely together.

Instead, my mind was a little empty.

After Tan got into the car, he kept staring out the window without moving his eyes.

It wasn't until the aunt next to him who had been squinting at him from the corner of her eye couldn't take it anymore, and patted Tan Zui's arm to signal to him, that Tan Zui saw his mobile phone slipping out of his pocket, sticking it between the auntie and his leg and vibrating all the time .

"Thank you." Qin Zui opened his mouth to thank him, but he couldn't say it the first time, so he cleared his throat and said it again.

A call came in on the phone, it was from Jiang Chu.

Tan Zui was stunned for a while holding the phone, and felt unwilling to answer Jiang Chu's call for the first time.

He pressed the mute button and turned the phone face down.

"Who are you calling? I always take a mobile phone." My mother walked past behind with Fang Zhou's cut fruit plate, and punched Jiang Chu with her arms crossed. "After dinner, I will nest in the kitchen."

"You talk, I'll wash the pot first." Jiang Chu hung up the phone and stuffed the phone in his pocket, without looking back, he looked at his mother and stood in front of the sink.

My mother looked at him behind him for a while, said "Hurry up" softly, and then turned to go out.

Jiang Chu turned on the faucet, and he could see the community garden from the kitchen window. He glanced down again, but there was not even a ghost.

I must have read it wrong.

It's just a shadow that he glanced at, Jiang Chu admires himself for still thinking about it, and the more he thinks about it, the more he thinks it looks like it.

If it's still possible in my own community, Tan Zui can appear here... Either he's going crazy, or Tan Zui is already crazy.

Slowly pointing at the plate in his hand, Jiang Chu didn't know if it was Aunt Pan or his mother who brought the conversation to him. Aunt Pan told Qianqian not to sit stupidly, and went into the kitchen to help him wash the dishes.

My mother stopped me meaningfully and said oops, no need.

No matter how much she thought about hurrying Jiang Chu to arrange everything, Qianqian and Jiang Chu were still just "friends".

I've never heard of the principle that when a son's friend comes to eat at home for the first time, he asks him to wash the dishes, not to mention that his own mother follows.

When Jiang Chu heard that Aunt Pan had chased Qianqian over, she felt that Aunt Pan's problem was worse than that of her mother.

His mother urged him because he had lumps in his heart and was anxious, so anxious that he couldn't move.

Regardless of whether Qianqian's family or her own conditions are good, she will not worry about getting married in another ten years. I really don't understand what Auntie Pan is doing.

"I'm sorry, my mother has been a little nervous recently." Qianqian stood up awkwardly, frowned and sighed softly, "Can I help you?"

"No need." Jiang Chu smiled, but turned his head towards the refrigerator and lifted his chin, "If you're bored, find something to eat."

The two mothers in the living room were silent, probably because they wanted to hear what they were talking about in the kitchen.

Qianqian waved her hand and stopped talking, she leaned on the water table and took out her mobile phone to swipe.

When the bustle outside resumed, Jiang Chu asked, "When did Auntie tell you that you're coming for dinner today?"

"Don't mention it." Qianqian didn't know what to say, "I didn't say anything until I was driving halfway. Before I left, I said to take me to dinner. I almost quarreled with her."

"Auntie, why are you in such a hurry?" Jiang Chu picked up another plate and flushed it at the faucet.

"She's been brainwashed by a fortune teller." Just by looking at Qianqian's expression, she couldn't tell how many times she had broken down with Aunt Pan. Daughter, she couldn't believe it when she had a child when she was young. In the end, she didn't get a good word after she said that if I don't get married this year, my luck will be gone..."

Jiang Chu smiled, not knowing what to say.

Auntie Pan and Qianqian didn't stay for long, Jiang Chu finally finished washing the dishes and went out. After saying a few words, they got up and prepared to go back.

Mom asked Jiang Chu to take them off, but Qianqian drove by herself this time, she was very confident in her refusal, so mom had no choice but to drag Jiang Chu and take the mother and daughter downstairs.

When I got home again, my mother said "Ouch", stretched her arms and turned her neck.

"It's been years since I cooked at home and invited others to eat. It's too tiring... When was the last time?" She smiled and talked to Fang Zhou, and went to pour a glass of water to drink.

"You're tired of putting on makeup, and you didn't hear anyone calling Jiang Chu over all morning." Fang Zhou handed Jiang Chu a piece of cantaloupe.

Jiang Chu took it and ate it, joked with Fang Zhou, threw down the melon skin and went to the bathroom to wash his hands.

My mother was sitting on the sofa with her legs crossed, assuming she was ready to take advantage of the victory and carry out in-depth ideological work.

When Jiang Chu came out, she raised her eyes and took out two paper towels and handed them over: "How long will it take for you to keep washing your hands without wiping them? Just shake them around after washing."

"I'll mop it up for you later." Jiang Chu took the tissue and squeezed it twice, then turned around and threw it into the trash can.

Staring at the cantaloupe rind that had just been thrown into the bucket, Jiang Chu put his thumb against his palm, closed his eyes and collected himself.

"Mom." When he turned around and walked towards his mother, he called out first.

"Huh?" Mom pointed to the side, beckoning him to sit down.

Jiang Chu didn't sit next to her, he looked around, took the little pimp on the corner of the TV, and sat down in front of his mother just like when he was a child.

"What are you doing?" Mom immediately smiled, turned her face and gestured at Zhou Zhou, "When I saw him sitting like this, I subconsciously wanted to take out my pocket, you know?"

"You should wash your feet in a beauty salon?" Fang Zhou answered while making tea.

"No, hey, you don't know, Jiang Chu was annoying when he was young." My mother looked at Jiang Chu and remembered him when he was a child, with a shallow crease in the corner of her eyes.

"I was so busy at that time, and I didn't go home until half a month ago. Every time I got home and wanted to talk to him about learning and talking, he would sit in front of me with a ponytail," my mother said, gesticulating twice, " They also beat my knees and squeezed my legs, as if I don’t know how filial I am.”

"What do you mean 'like a filial piety'." Fang Zhou laughed when he heard this.

"Don't interrupt." My mother pressed her hand towards him, "Then pinch twice and say 'Mom, what does our school ask you to pay and buy?'... just ask me for money."

The mother held her throat to learn from Fang Zhou, Jiang Chu listened with a smile, and very cooperatively pulled a small pier over, put the mother's calf on it, and gave her a pinch and hammer.

He didn't think so much when he pulled Pidun just now, but when his mother recalled this, he also vaguely remembered it.

When he was a child, his memories of his mother and Jiang Liantian were too limited, and he had more memories of asking for money than going to Aunt Pan's house for dinner.

Mom finished talking to Fang Zhou with a smile, and leaned back comfortably on the sofa.

"Tell me, what will the school have to pay and buy today?" She propped her head on her elbows and looked at Jiang Chu, "Mom will take the money."

"I don't need any money today." Jiang Chu hammered it twice before looking up at her, "Mom, let's have a chat."