Xingchuan

For some people, some small habits and tone of speech are imprinted in their bones, and they will not change after many years.Ling Yi is a typical example.

He hid under the quilt for the first time many years ago, and when he was in love, he said that sentence just now.Maybe he didn't remember it, but Li Xingchuan was deeply impressed.

Strictly speaking, it was not the first time.After all, there are no real swords and guns, just two young boys messing around in the dormitory.With Li Xingchuan's personality, this kind of thing shouldn't have happened, but Ling Yi couldn't help but go crazy and ignore it.

What is the cause?

It also feels superficial and childish.

After Ling Yi was discharged from the hospital six years ago, the first thing she did was go to the bank to transfer money. He felt that the 50 yuan in Li's mother's card was worthless, and wanted to transfer it to his own card immediately, but before the money was transferred, he was caught by the police who arrived after hearing the news.

It turned out that when Li Wei gave him the money, he did two things at the same time: first, he called the police, claiming that he had been extorted;

So Ling Yi can be said to be both dirty and dirty, and there is no room for justification.If it wasn't for Li Xingchuan, the son of the reporter, who received the news and went to the police station to explain the situation in person, and finally classified the matter as a family dispute, he would not have escaped so easily.

When she came out of the police station that day, the wound that had not fully healed was painful, and when she walked out of the alley, Ling Yi almost fell down in the alley.

It was Li Xingchuan who helped him up again.

"Thank you." He supported the wall and put the bank card that almost fell out into the inner layer of his jacket. "I owe you a favor today, and I will find a way to pay you back in the future."

Seeing him so nervous about the 50 yuan, Li Xingchuan looked a little sarcastic: "How can I pay it back?"

"When I leave the country, I will definitely find a way to pay it back."

"Why do you have to go abroad?"

"That's my business."

After all, he always said this, it was his Lingyi's business.

Li Xingchuan scoffed, and asked in a neutral tone, "Where are you going?"

"Paris." That's the temple of art.

"50 is not enough." Li Xingchuan poured cold water on him.

Ling Yi walked slowly, lagging behind him, stepping on his shadow with her head down: "I have calculated carefully, if I can apply for a partial scholarship, saving some money should be enough, and I can still earn money."

"What kind of art do you want to learn if you are so poor?"

"You're a stereotype."

Ling Yi raised her chin and chased after him to be side by side with him.Two slender figures in the alley walked slowly towards the road.

"Who says you can't study art without money? There are those who are expensive to study the law, and those who are poor to study the law. They buy new paints, and I buy the leftovers after the exams of my brothers and sisters. I work in the studio and work during the winter and summer vacations. Working part-time in the office, the living expenses can earn about the same.”

Li Xingchuan listened helplessly.

What Ling Yi said was another way of life for him.He is the posthumous son of his biological father. His grandfather used to hold power, and his mother loved him like her life because of her lover, and regarded him as the only consolation for her unfulfilled love.His stepfather originally clings to his grandfather's background and never dared to discipline him. Therefore, after more than 20 years of survival, he is more refined than others in terms of food and clothing, and his personality is more or less domineering and arbitrary.

That night before parting, Ling Yi tugged at his cuff, "If I said I don't want to pay back the money, I deserve 50, will your mother let it go?"

A pair of clear but slightly hesitant eyes stared at Li Xingchuan.

Li Xingchuan was silent for a while, as if he had made up his mind.He peeled off Ling Yi's fingers and stepped onto his motorcycle, "No one asked you to return it."

Then he walked away.

I thought that saving Ling Yi was like saving a stray dog ​​on the side of the road, it was just a matter of convenience.Unexpectedly, within a week, when I came home, I ran into two unexpected guests.

I remember that it was a cloudy day, and it was completely dark at seven o'clock in the evening.Opening the door, Li Wei sat on the sofa with his legs crossed, with his hands folded in front of his chest, staring at the study room with the door wide open, with a look of disdain.

There was a lot of talking and laughing in the study room.

Li Xingchuan changed his shoes: "Mr. Li, who is here?"

Li Wei pouted over there, motioning him to look for himself.

As soon as he turned his head, he saw Ling Yi coming out of the study with a teapot.Looking up and seeing him, Ling Yi paused, then said nothing, and walked into the kitchen with her head down.

Li Xingchuan walked over calmly.

Ling Yi poured out the cold water and asked in a low voice, "Where is your tea?"

He frowned and was about to ask a question, but Wu Shiqian shouted from the study: "Xingchuan is back? Come, come and meet your Uncle Yang."

Wu Shiqian was smoking and talking with the guests in the study, and the room was filled with smoky air.

Li Xingchuan didn't go in, but stood at the door, and through the smoke, he saw a red-faced middle-aged man sitting on the sofa inside, with a slightly bulging beer belly, and his gray leather jacket was open, holding a cigarette in one hand and drinking tea in the other.

Wu Shiqian waved at him: "Come here, Xingchuan, this is your Uncle Yang Bin Yang, I used to have a strong relationship with him in the thermal power plant!"

He walked over without making a sound.

Wu Shiqian said, "Call someone."

He glanced at the surname Yang.

Yang Bin frowned slightly, and immediately put on a smiling face: "Don't call, don't call, our two families still care about these vain courtesy? I didn't expect Xingchuan to be so big, tsk tsk, what a talent."

After speaking, he laughed loudly, and turned to Wu Shiqian, "20 years have passed in a flash, brother, you are still young, and I am already old!"

"What are you talking about?" Wu Shiqian blamed pretendingly, "If we brothers talk about it seriously, I am more than one year older than you! Aren't you calling me old by beating around the bush?"

"Don't dare." Yang Bin waved his hands repeatedly.

Li Xingchuan walked out boringly, and asked Li Wei: "What are you here for?"

Li Wei sneered, and turned the TV to another channel: "What else can I do, I'll take the credit."

"What's the merit?"

Li Wei cast a glance at Ling Yi who was delivering tea to the study, "Shouldn't you come to our Deputy Mayor Wu to ask for credit for raising a good son who donates his liver?"

"What does it have to do with Ling Yi?"

The slippers hooked on her toes shook ironically, "Come here, this sounds silly."

Li Xingchuan went over and sat down.His mother put down the remote control, and her face changed color: "I have been fooled by Wu Shiqian all my life. If I knew he had a child, I would have found him? Even if I have a big belly, Li Wei is willing to be my son's pawn." The stepfather's is still out for a mile, and it's not his turn to cheat."

Back then, she was deceived by Wu Shiqian, thinking that he was innocent after death, and only found out that he had a son after receiving the certificate.At this moment, the old and new hatreds are added together, of course the hatred is itchy.

These Li Xingchuan already knew about it early in the morning, and only asked: "What's the matter with this Yang Bin?"

"What else can happen," she snorted, "I used to work together with Wu Shiqian in the thermal power plant, and then Wu Shiqian was transferred from the ghostly place where he jumped in the queue to Linjiang, and he was worried about leaving his pregnant old friend behind. I entrusted it to this Yang Bin."

"Tiger poison doesn't even eat its offspring. His surname Wu is really stronger than a tiger. In order to climb up, I don't want my own woman, and I don't want my own son. Instead, he surrounds me like a pug!"

She was not afraid that Wu Shiqian would hear her, the more she spoke, the louder her voice became.

No matter how steady Li Xingchuan was, his heart was shaken immediately. After a long silence, he asked, "Why did Yang Bin agree?"

"I'm also wondering," Li Wei's face turned blue with anger, "How can there be such a useless man? For more than [-] years, he has raised a son for Wu Shiqian, and he even has a son and a half daughter. Don't you think it's strange! I think there are only two possibilities for this matter, either Wu Shiqian promised him a lot of benefits, or he couldn't give birth at all, and raising someone is not raising him."

Or both, Li Xingchuan thought.

That night, Wu Yang and Yang didn't know what they were discussing secretly in the study room, and they kept the door closed afterwards.Li Weitui said that he had a headache, so he went to the room to hide early, until Yang Bin left, the mother and son didn't say a word of kindness to him.

At 11 o'clock in the middle of the night, Li Xingchuan heard Yang Bin stand up and say goodbye in his room, "Brother, I'll go first, you can do my affairs if you can, don't be embarrassed if you can't, even if I live in that poor place all my life, it doesn't matter."

"How can it be!" Wu Shiqian said, "go home and discuss with Suhui, and bring her here too. Then you will be my right-hand man. Ling Yi, work harder at school. If you have any difficulties, just come to me." Me, do you hear me?"

Did not hear Ling Yi's answer.

After a while the people left.When Li Xingchuan came out to drink water, he saw their leftover tea and an ashtray full of cigarette butts in the kitchen, and frowned in protest.He found a transparent plastic bag, threw the cup in and carried it, and went out in slippers.

People in the agency's small courtyard went to bed early, it was pitch black outside, and there was a gloomy and cold smell.

Walking near the garbage station, I suddenly heard someone talking behind the bushes.

"Don't touch me." It was Ling Yi's voice.

Li Xingchuan stamped his feet.

"What's the matter if I touch it." The voice of another person was like a fishy gutter, "If you can touch it at home, you can get Joe with me when you come out. I haven't seen you for so many days and you didn't say call me. I miss you I can't fall asleep thinking about it, do you miss me?"

"You're never finished, stay away from me." Ling Yi's voice was trembling and restrained, probably because he was afraid of being discovered.

"My dear son, let me touch my butt. I'm leaving tomorrow. I'm going to live in a hotel with me today. I haven't given you the living expenses for the second half of the semester yet."

I can't see the movement, but the feeling of depression and despair is like ice water, soaking my whole body in the low sound of rubbing and pulling.

Li Xingchuan suddenly felt a chill down his back.

"No, you hurry up, I'm going back to school."

"Dad, give me a kiss. Come, Dad, try to see if you've lost weight."

"I said I don't need it, Yang Bin, let me go—"

"You don't even need any money. Could it be that you really got gas at their house? Where is it? I'll find out how much."

At the moment of the stalemate, there was a clear sound of slippers and footsteps outside the bushes, as well as the tinkling of glass colliding.

The two separated immediately, and Ling Yi gasped violently.

"Ling Yi, why haven't you left yet?" Li Xingchuan's eyes were sharp.

When Yang Bin saw it was him, he immediately put on a guilty smile, "Xingchuan. Our father and I are discussing tomorrow's affairs. Why did you come out in such a cold day?"

Li Xingchuan lifted the bag in his hand, "Take out the trash, and smoke a cigarette by the way."

By the light of the street lamp, Yang Bin saw the two cups in the bag, and his expression turned ugly.

"Ling Yi, do you still want to borrow that book?"

Ling Yi was slightly taken aback, but immediately understood, "Excuse me, I'll get it with you now."

Li Xingchuan tilted his head, "Come here."

Ling Yi fled to his side.

Li Xingchuan took a look at Yang Bin, turned around and took him away. After a few steps, he threw the plastic bag into the trash can, and the cup crackled and shattered.Ling Yi's lips were tightly closed, and she followed every step.

After walking for a while, the sound of Yang Bin leaving came from behind, and the two slowed down.

Then there was a long silence.Ling Yi didn't say anything, Li Xingchuan didn't ask.

When he was about to reach the entrance of the unit building, Ling Yi stopped, looked up at the location of Li's house, "I won't go to your house, your mother doesn't like me."

His voice is very low.

Only then did Li Xingchuan see his appearance clearly.Under the orange streetlight, her cheeks were bloodless, and the backs of her hands were covered with scratches.

"Wait for me at the door later, I'll wear a coat." Li Xingchuan put his hands in his trouser pockets, acknowledging the trouble.

"doing what?"

"Send you back to school."

After walking a few steps, he found that the person behind him hadn't followed, he frowned and turned around, "Hurry up."

Ling Yi looked at him in astonishment, nodded slightly after a while, and then quickly followed.

The motorcycle is still the same one, the imported blue and black Lisa.

That was Ling Yi's first time riding in Li Xingchuan's car.Later he found out that this kind of car has to sit on the stomach, so it is called a "squat race".It was only later that he found out that Li Xingchuan didn't smoke at all.

There was only one helmet, and Li Xingchuan wore it himself.Ling Yi's chest was pressed tightly against his back, and a steady stream of heat poured into his heart.

He gripped the sides of the coat silently.

"Sit still."

As soon as the car started, the speed was much faster than expected, and under the inertia, he was caught off guard and bumped into the front.For a moment, Li Xingchuan took his arm with one hand and let him wrap it around his waist, "Hold tight."

Two words scattered in the cold wind.

Ling Yi hugged him like this, and hugged him for several months, until he hugged him on the bed in the dormitory.

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