Sediment rises

It was already late at night when I arrived at my home, and Yang Qiaoshan was pacing anxiously in the living room.She and her husband had just returned to China today, and originally thought that the family would have a long-lost reunion dinner in the evening, but Chen Zhenhua came back alone in the afternoon, and locked himself in the study after returning.

She thought it was some business problem and didn't dare to ask any more questions. During dinner, she received a call from Chen Zui. Before she could say a word, Chen Zhenhua snatched the phone away. She just said, "Ask your precious son." Go" went upstairs again.

"Mom, where's my dad?" Chen Zui looked for Chen Zhenhua as soon as he entered the door.

As soon as Yang Qiaoshan turned her head, she saw the thick dark circles under her son's eyes and several bruises at the corners of her mouth and eyes.

"Chen Zui, what's wrong with you? What happened? Did your father beat you?"

Yang Qiaoshan pulled Chen Zuo up and down to check, her eyes were already red.

Chen Zui's thoughts were all on Lin Congxuan, so he shook off his fucking hand and hurried upstairs.He knocked on the door for a long time, but Chen Zhensheng still closed the door tightly without any intention of opening it.In the end, Yang Qiaoshan was in a hurry, knocked on the door and said, "If you don't open the door, I will go abroad immediately."

Only then did Chen Zhensheng open the door awkwardly, with a serious expression on his face.

Chen Zui knelt down the moment the door opened, and his knee hit the solid wood floor with a crisp "boom", which shocked Yang Qiaoshan.

"Dad, please tell me where Xiaoxuan is now, I know I was wrong, and I will spend the rest of my life repenting to Xiaoxuan."

Chen Zui knelt on the ground and almost fell to the ground. He hadn't slept for two days and two nights, and he was holding on by his will.

The expression on Chen Zhensheng's face didn't loosen at all because of Chen Zui's kneeling, and he snorted coldly with a sullen face: "If you want to repent, it depends on whether Xiaoxuan will give you this chance, besides, I don't know Xiaoxuan has gone. Where, don't waste your time with me."

After finishing speaking, the door closed again with a "bang".

"Dad!" Chen knocked on the door most desperately.

Yang Qiaoshan anxiously watched the tit-for-tat confrontation between father and son, and only heard that it might have something to do with Lin Congxuan. She was so anxious that she could only ask Chen Zui over and over again what happened.

Chen Zuizhi sat with his body stunned for a while to recover his strength, and then stood up with his hands crossed: "Mom, it's all my fault, I'll explain it to you later."

Yang Qiaoshan's mood is not stable because of menopause, and Chen doesn't want her to worry about going out after a few perfunctory sentences. He has to find Lin Congxuan first anyway.

He first went to Liang Yiwan's house, then went to Lin Cong to choose his father's house, and even went to Liang Yiwan's work unit, no matter where they were, there was no sign of the two of them.Later, Chen Zui searched almost all the hospitals in the city, but did not find out Liang Yiwan's whereabouts until dawn.

Waking up from the nightmare, Chen Zui realized that he had returned home at some point and was lying in the porch. He thought he had slept for a long time, but when he looked at his watch, he realized that it was only three hours.

Climbing up from the porch, Chen Zui glanced at the house he had lived in for three years, and suddenly felt strangely unfamiliar.

The sweet cookies on the cabinet in the entrance are gone, the pair of cotton slippers on the floor that are always neatly placed on the floor for him to wear are gone, the fragrant flower arrangements in the living room are gone, and the food that makes your index finger move is gone. What's more, the owner who took good care of this home is gone.

Chen Zuizhi walked to the living room with a numb body, and he saw the broken glass and half-repaired cups on the coffee table in the living room.

He sat on the ground slumped, and all the images that he ignored because he lost control appeared in his mind like a revolving lantern.

Lin Congxuan said sadly, "The glass is broken."

Lin Congxuan absently picked up a pile of broken glass.

Lin Congxuan and Liang Yiwan put their heads together to repair the cups.

On the day I bought this cup, 14-year-old Lin Congxuan held two glasses with blinking eyes and said softly, "The moon will always guard the stars, right?"

Chen Zui rubbed a piece of broken glass with two fingers, and said to himself: "The moon has not fulfilled its promise to protect the stars."

This starry sky cup cup jungle selection has been used religiously for ten years, and Chen Zui smashed it only for a moment.

Lin Congxuan's gauze-wrapped right hand appeared in his mind, and Chen Zui pinched a piece of glass and slashed it towards his palm. The moment the skin and flesh were separated, the bright red blood dripped down immediately, and Chen Zui didn't feel much pain.

Although this way of confessing is despicable, the pain can make his heavy chest filled with guilt breathe intermittently, and he even hopes to feel a little more pain.

The loss of blood restored the sensory function of the paralyzed nerve endings, and the spasms in his stomach made Chen Zui realize that he hadn't eaten anything for two days, and the image flashed in his mind and carefully put away the glass pieces on the coffee table Then he went upstairs to his room.

Chen Zui carefully put the cotton cloth wrapped with broken glass into the drawer of the bedside table, then opened the door of the cabinet below and dragged out a box.Opening the carton, there is a box full of cookies inside, and you can smell a faint milk fragrance.The housekeeping aunt had received his instructions, and every time she came to clean, she would store the cookies placed in the entrance and dining room before Lin Congxuan, and then put them in the cardboard boxes in the cabinet.

In fact, Lin Congxuan said that when he entered his room that day, he was so anxious not because he was afraid of the photo on the bedside being found, but he was more afraid of the secret in the box being revealed.

The muscles in the stomach twitched more and more violently, and Chen was in a cold sweat because of the pain. He peeled off a piece of cookie and rudely stuffed it into his mouth regardless of whether it was expired or not.The sweet and crisp biscuits filled his mouth, and his bitter taste buds finally tasted a touch of sweetness.A few biscuits entered my stomach, and my convulsive stomach finally felt a little more comfortable.

Chen Zui munched on a biscuit, reached into the bottom of the case and pulled out an old cell phone that charged regularly but never turned on.After pressing the power button, the screen of the phone suddenly lit up a few seconds later. Chen Zui's fingers trembled a little. He rubbed the screen but didn't dare to click. After a while, when the screen of the phone was about to go dark, he clicked on the text message interface.

Not long after Yu Cong's death, Chen Zui applied for a foreign university. With guilt towards Yu Cong and hatred for Lin Congxuan, he hurried to go abroad, and he didn't even notify his parents on the day of boarding the plane.

After arriving abroad, he changed to a new mobile phone and a new number. He didn’t use this old mobile phone after he went abroad to study in university. He has been using it as a text message receiver. There are nearly 6000 text messages in this mobile phone, all selected by Lin Cong. issued.

He remembers getting a text message on his old cell phone one day when he was out of the country and hanging out in bars.

"Xiaoxu, Uncle Chen said that you went abroad to study hard, you have to work hard."

Chen Zui sat under the dim streetlight and read the text message back and forth for an hour, but he finally made up his mind and did not respond. Later, he did not go to the bar anymore, but devoted all his energy to his studies superior.

For the next four years, this mobile phone will receive four text messages every day, with similar contents.

"Xiaoxu, have you had breakfast? I ate porridge with preserved egg and lean meat and custard buns today."

"Xiaoxu, have you had lunch yet? At noon, I ate fried eggplant rice with sauce."

"Xiaoxu, have you had dinner? You always skip dinner, so remember to eat it."

"Xiao Xu, I'm going to bed, you should go to bed early too."

Among these three meals and greetings, there will be some new things that make Lin Congxuan happy, and occasionally there will be a bad joke.

Lin Congxuan didn't know that different longitudes had different times when the sun would shine, and there was a six-hour time difference between the two of them.Four years, [-] messages, he reported his daily whereabouts like a single output device, while Chen Zui remained indifferent and became a one-way receiver, never responding.

Chen Zui kept stuffing biscuits into his mouth like a machine, trying to fill his empty chest with it.His other hand was still flipping through the information until his eyes were blurred and the phone screen turned into a patch of light and shadow.

Because of an unwarranted crime, Chen Zui punished Lin Congxuan for seven years and tied himself up for seven years.He was like an uncontrollable lunatic, laughing now and then, muttering in his mouth: "It's ridiculous! It's ridiculous! How many good times I have missed! My little choice! My little choice! My favorite little boy! "

Seven years ago, Chen Zui put a shackle on himself called "guilt".

Seven years later, he put another set of shackles on himself, called "confession".