Two pots of water

"Are you awake?" Mom waited for him to pick it up, and asked directly on the phone.

Hearing Jiang Chu's mess after asking, he continued, "You've come out already?"

"No." Jiang Chu didn't intend to lie to her, "At the station, just about to go back."

"Haven't you come back yet? Didn't you come back last night?" Mom asked.

Jiang Chu said "hmm".

"Then take your time on the road." Mom didn't say anything else, "Put your cellphones away, there are many people on National Day."

"I know." Jiang Chu looked at the departure timetable on the big screen, "Do you want to bring anything?"

"Bring a bottle of soy sauce," my mother smiled, "Your Uncle Fang went out to buy vegetables just now, and he told himself ten thousand times about buying soy sauce, but he still forgot when he came back."

"Okay." Jiang Chu also smiled, "I'll carry a box up for you guys."

There were still 10 minutes left before the ticket check, so he hung up the phone, and Jiang Chu sat in the waiting hall for a while.

The past few days have been focused on Tan Zui, he turned on his phone and looked around, Fang Zidaben and the others circled him several times in the small group, and the circle of friends also couldn't slide to the end.

Jiang Chu casually scanned twice, and found that he clicked on Tan Zui's profile picture again at some point.

Qin Zui's circle of friends still hasn't been updated for 1 years, and the only one is still the little wine bottle from two years ago.

Face to face every day for the past few days, the chat history in the dialog box is still the screenshot of the hotel order that Tan Zui sent him before the November holiday.

The next holiday will be New Year's Day.

It will take three months from now to New Year's Day, which is three times as long as Qin Zui's holiday from the beginning of the year to the November.

Jiang Chu calculated the time and wanted to send Tan Zui something.

But his thumb was hanging on the keyboard for a long time, and he didn't turn his mind to the words that he had to explain just after they separated.

Sitting diagonally across from him was a family of three. The young couple seemed to be around his age, with a beautiful little girl who was not in the dark.

The mother was looking at the train schedule and flipping the ticket, holding a bottle of milk in her hand and pressing the straw to her daughter's mouth.

The father tied the daughter's hair with the headband, and the two shofar braids were crooked, one soaring to the sky and the other to the ground.

The couple burst into laughter after seeing it, and the mother even patted the father. The milk spilled out of laughter, and the little girl touched her head with a straw in her mouth.

Jiang Chu couldn't hold back and raised the corner of his mouth.

Withdrawing his gaze and staring blankly for a while, a message buzzed in from the phone.

It's not Qin Zui, it's my mother.

Mom: Buy a bread mat for the car first, and have breakfast.

Jiang Chu read it twice and replied "yes" to her.

Then he exhaled heavily from his chest, turned the phone around and stuffed it into his pocket.

Originally, he wanted to go back sober all the way, but as soon as he got in the car and drove away, Jiang Chu couldn't hold back and closed his eyes.

When he arrived at his mother's house in a daze, he had already entered the community and was about to get on the elevator, only then did he remember the soy sauce, and quickly went to the gate of the community to buy another bottle.

"I saw you turn back from the kitchen, did you forget to buy soy sauce?" Fang Zhou pushed the door open before he knocked on the door.

"Almost." Jiang Chu smiled and lifted the soy sauce bottle in his hand.

"Jiang Chu is here?" Mom called out to him as she was drying clothes on the balcony.

"Here we come." Jiang Chu changed his shoes and went in, habitually trying to take off his coat, clutching the collar, he took his hand back again.

"You went home first?" Mom turned to look at him.

"Huh?" Jiang Chu saw her eyes resting on his hands, and realized that his mother was wondering that he didn't even bring a bag for his clothes when he went out, so he said "oh" without any further explanation.

My mother heard on the phone that he was going to see Tan Zui, and urged him to come back unhappy.

When Jiang Chu really got home, she didn't show any emotion, and even chatted with Jiang Chu about Tan Zui's state, and asked him how the medical school was going.

"You didn't sleep well?" Seeing Jiang Chu yawned for the third time, my mother asked.

"I went to bed late last night." Jiang Chu yawned and rolled out sour eyes, not meeting her eyes.

"It's so funny, playing with a student can be so wild." Mom said "tsk".

"Take off your coat, it's not uncomfortable to wear it at home." Mom said again.

Jiang Chu paused, then rubbed his nose again: "It's a little cold, don't take it off."

"Have a cold?" Mom took a glass of water and touched his forehead.

"No, the air conditioner in the car is so strong that I have a headache when I sleep," Jiang Chu said.

Mom looked at him for a while, didn't ask anything else, turned around to do what she was supposed to do: "Go to sleep for a while, I'll call you after dinner."

Jiang Chu originally wanted to say no, so he opened his mouth, and he stood up and went to lie on his side.

"Then I'll squint for a while." He held the doorknob and turned to greet Fang Zhou again, "Call me if you want to help, Uncle."

"Go to sleep, I don't need you for cooking." Fang Zhou waved a piece of lettuce towards him.

After closing the door, Jiang Chu let out a sigh of relief.

In fact, he didn't plan to sleep for a long time. After all, he was not at home, so he couldn't sleep well.

As a result, he leaned on the bed, closed his eyes and began to dream.

The dream was very chaotic, almost all of it was Tan Zui.

From the moment Qin Zui picked him up at the station, it was all the process of their getting along in the past few days.

But the order was completely disrupted. One second they were still talking at the station, and the next they were stacked on the sofa in the hotel.

Or in Qin's dormitory.

Or on a busy street.

A period of irregular flashbacks, with the vague voices of my mother and Fang Zhou outside the room mixed in from time to time.

The last part of the dream was now, he was sleeping at his mother and Fang Zhou's house, and was awakened by Tan Zui's phone call.

He picked up sleepily, Tan Zui called his brother on the phone, saying that the teeth marks on his neck were seen by Kang Che and the counselor, and the counselor called Jiang Liantian, Jiang Liantian and Tan Shuman were going to school on the way.

"I told them all, brother, do you dare to tell them?" Tan Zui asked on the phone.

Jiang Chu's calf twitched and he woke up from the dream.

Before he opened his eyes fully, he turned over to grab the phone, and saw the unread message from Tan Zui on the screen, and he was at a loss for a while.

Qin Zui: I’m at school bro

Qin Zui: The school cafeteria only has mung bean porridge today

Qin Zui: Don’t forget to eat

Finally, a picture of mung bean porridge.

Jiang Chu's whole body went limp, and he let go of the phone and fell straight back onto the pillow.

"I haven't answered you yet?" Kang Che nestled in the chair, biting a cigarette and tapping on the computer, with one foot on the edge of the chair, and asked without turning his head.

Qin turned his head to look at him, his eyes swept from Kangche's chicken coop hair to the glasses hanging on the bridge of his nose, and then to the piles of porridge bowls and noodle bowls on his table.

"You've been in this state these days in the dormitory?" He didn't answer Kang Che's words.

"Unexpected." Kang Che smiled, "The true face of the male god of the medical school."

"I really didn't expect such a big face." Tan Zui also smiled, "I haven't seen you wearing glasses before."

"I only wear it when I'm working." Kang Che retrieved a string of words, and the mouse slid down.

"What are you doing?" Tan Zui fixed his eyes on the pages of documents on his computer screen.

"Looking up information is actually just doing chores." Kang Che cut a paragraph and pasted it in a notepad, typed a line of notes next to it, then took off his glasses and threw them on the table, rubbing the corners of his eyes with a cigarette in his mouth, "Turn back and follow me Science will understand."

"Freshman doing scientific research?" Tan Zui raised his eyebrows.

"Theoretically, I'm already a sophomore, junior." Kang Che lifted his eyelids and looked at him with a smile, "There are quite a few people who go to find teachers and projects when they are freshmen. Hardworking people."

"Tell me." Tan was most interested.

"For nothing?" Kang Che turned the chair to face him, stared at Tan Zui's neck with interest, and raised his chin, "One for one, let's talk about that sexy tooth ring on your neck first."

Jiang Chu rubbed his neck, turned on the front camera and looked at it for a while.

In fact, it was not as conspicuous as he imagined. After all, Tan Zui didn't bite off a piece of meat for him, and basically there were no traces of it.

Just a little blue.

And he has a ghost in his heart, the more he looks at it, the more he feels that there is an [-]x lens stuck in his eye.

After replying to Tan Zui's message, he still put on his coat before going out of the room.

Several dishes had already been placed on the table. Fang Zhou was cooking soup in the kitchen. He looked around but didn't see his mother. He pricked up his ears to hear her calling in the study.

"Are you awake?" Fang Zhou heard Jiang Chu enter the kitchen, and turned to look at him, "Why don't you sleep more?"

"It's not that sleepy, it's enough to regain consciousness." Jiang Chu smiled, washed his hands and helped him.

Fang Zhou was not polite to him at the moment, and handed him a handful of celery for him to pick the leaves, and make a steamed dish later.

"Have you not talked about a girlfriend in the past two years?" After chatting with Jiang Chu for a few words, he changed the subject.

"No." Jiang Chu pinched a yellow leaf and threw it into a bowl, then pinched it out and threw it into the trash can, "I don't have much thought about it."

"Your mother babbles when she has nothing to do, and you don't mind grinding your ears." Fang Zhou said softly.

Jiang Chu smiled.

"Don't talk about it and don't delay. Your generation advocates late marriage. The girl of my colleague's family is 32. She is very busy all day, and there is no shortage of suitors." Fang Zhou continued, "The main thing is to come here by yourself, Jiang Chu. I already knew it in my heart, it must be that my mother was tired of talking, and asked Fang Zhou to pass the words in the middle.

"It's because you hate your ears." He asked Fang Zhou with a smile.

Fang Zhou squinted his eyes and pursed his lips exaggeratedly, indicating that his mother might be eavesdropping outside the door.

"You're free not to talk about it, but you're here in a down-to-earth way, and sometimes it's easy to have some thoughts." Fang Zhou lifted the lid of the casserole and skimmed off the foam, lowering his voice.

Jiang Chu's hand for picking celery leaves paused.

"You still have to be careful." Fang Zhou pointed at his neck and glanced at Jiang Chu.

Jiang Chu raised his eyes and looked at him, expressionless and speechless.

"As for your mother, it's quite interesting. She's in charge of the world, and she's a strong person." Fang Zhou smiled again, looking away and continuing to cook his soup, "But she thinks that you are so old after all, that men and women are different Well, some things are hard for her to say as a mother."

"She thinks you should just talk about a girlfriend. I really don't want to talk about it now, and don't just mess around with anyone." Fang Zhou looked at him with that "I'm a man, I understand you" look, "Why do you always say Those are wild flowers and wild flowers... It's hard to say because they are not clean, understand?"

Jiang Chu understood.

His mother had seen the tooth marks on his neck a long time ago, but she thought he was dating someone or looking for a lady.

"Hey, you two are really..." Jiang Chu didn't know whether he should laugh or be embarrassed, he couldn't explain his helplessness, and he couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief.

"It's not that." He simply rubbed his neck generously, thinking that his mother regarded Tan Zui as a young lady, he still couldn't help laughing, "Just let her keep her heart in her stomach."

"I don't think you're like the kind of kid who loves to play around." Fang Zhou immediately smiled in conjunction, "Your mother is your only son, and she loves talking about you every day when she sees you getting a little troublesome."

Jiang Chu didn't answer the question again.

I really can't hide anything from my mother's eyes.

However, in the concept of her older generation, there is no concept of "homosexuality" at all.

Or maybe there are, but she never thought, and never thought, that one day she would put this word on her son.

Knowing that Jiang Chu was looking for Tan Zui, her first reaction was only to guess that Jiang Chu didn't hold back and found a "wild flower" to mess with, and even brought a tooth mark, and ran back with a guilty face.

What about Jiang Liantian?

If what happened in the dream really happened, how would he and Tan Shuman react?

Just facing the messy fantasies of his mother and Fang Zhou, Jiang Chu's mood at this moment was already like a roller coaster, upside down several times.

At that time, if the two families really get together, Jiang Liantian and his mother will blow up together, and it won't be finished without the roof collapsing.

Jiang Chu shook his head and stuffed a cigarette into his mouth.

While feeling dumbfounded, he stared at the bowl of celery leaves in front of him, completely dazed from head to toe.