You're a cannon fodder

When Xia Yang returned home from the company on the seventh day of the lunar new year, he found that Fang Zexi had moved out. The move was clean and thorough, and all traces had disappeared without a trace.

The double items in the bathroom were disposed of, the extra hangers in the wardrobe were put at the bottom, even the slippers by the door were put back into the shoe cabinet, and only Xia Yang's pair remained outside.

As if he had never lived here before, he made up his mind and tried his best to obliterate everything.

Xia Yang looked at his room with a sullen face, the anger in his heart was accumulating more and more, but he had nowhere to vent, and suffered internal injuries.

He himself agreed to it, but he wanted to tie Fang Zexi up and hide him, so that he would never be able to escape again.

He was just expedient, but Fang Zexi left without hesitation.

When he first went to help Fang Zexi move things, he decided to renovate directly on a temporary basis, so he emptied the entire room. Almost all of Fang Zexi's things were with him, but he did not expect to be able to clean up so without leaving any traces.

Fang Zexi moved all these things back, what would be his reaction when he saw the renovated house?

He originally wanted to decorate a new house with Fang Zexi, but the other party was too busy and never asked about it, so he changed his mind and decided to surprise him.

He found a decoration team to hurry up, and finally finished the installation a year ago. He took the time to make some soft decorations, and went there every day to open the windows for ventilation.

Before his surprise could be presented, he was caught off guard and disrupted the plan.

Break up.

They have only been together for so little time, why are they breaking up?

How could they break up one day?

The reason Fang Zexi gave him was too simple, although it was indeed the path that most people would choose.

Xia Yang remembered that a long time ago, he and Fang Zexi were not very familiar, and they talked about this topic.

Fang Zexi said that his parents couldn't bear it.

But Xia Yang didn't believe that Fang Zexi still made such a choice.

He thought that his own was special, but how could he still not be the one worth fighting for.

They have not experienced life and death, and they have not been unforgettable, but does this mean that they have no deep love?

Xia Yang came out of the bedroom and returned to the living room, picked up something and wanted to smash it, but finally held back and put the ashtray back.

It was a decoration that he kept on the coffee table, and since Fang Zexi moved in, he moved it to the study.

Now it has been cleaned and put back on the coffee table.

Fang Zexi doesn't have a big addiction to cigarettes, and only occasionally when he is too busy with work or needs to stay up late, he will smoke two cigarettes.

Xia Yang didn't find it annoying, so he only mentioned a few words to him that it's best to quit smoking, but he didn't force it.

After he finished speaking, Fang Zexi became interested. When he was upset, he would hit a sandbag, drink strong tea when he stayed up late, and rarely smoke in front of Xia Yang.

Xia Yang sighed, took the ashtray and went into the study.

The books on the bookcase were moved, and the neatly sorted arrangement became mixed. Xia Yang suddenly raised the corner of his mouth, put his finger on his forehead, and smiled softly.

Obviously so reluctant.

If Fang Zexi didn't talk about some things, he wouldn't ask.

But there are some things, even if Fang Zexi doesn't say anything, he must understand.

Xia Yang carefully put the ashtray in order, picked up the phone and prepared to dial a number.

Halfway through the dial, he paused and pulled out the navigation on his phone.

The address entered a long time ago is still in the historical records, and it is a remote village in the south.

That time Fang Zexi was drunk, but he said his hometown in a daze.

Although it is not detailed enough to even have the house number, Xia Yang still wants to go and have a look.

Look at the place where the bamboo stick grows, look at his parents and family.

After spending the Lantern Festival at home, Xia Yang went to the south.

After getting off the plane, Xia Yang didn't take a taxi directly, but asked someone for directions, and took the bus that he hadn't sat in for more than ten years.

The car started staggeringly after it was full of passengers, Xia Yang touched the seat, it was still clean.

He imagined Fang Zexi sitting upright wearing glasses but secretly closing his eyes to sleep, and found it a little funny.

That's how his bamboo stick wobbled all the way back home.

However, Xia Yang was wrong. It turned out that the shaking was nothing at all, and the cleanliness was only temporary.When he got on the bus at the last stop after going through two stops, he really wanted to die.

The exterior of the car has chipped paint in many places, and the interior seats are beige.

But Xia Yang believes that a long time ago, these chair covers were all white.

The most important thing is the bumpy road. Although the road is made of concrete, there are continuous potholes. Occasionally, there are a few dirt and gravel roads, and the whole car is shaking.

When getting out of the car, Xia Yang clutched his stomach in discomfort, and leaned against the telephone pole at the entrance of the station to relax for a long time.

He thought he wouldn't get motion sickness, but he didn't realize that the roads he walked before were too smooth and the number of steps was not enough.

Several small three-wheelers scrambled to drive up to him and asked him where he was going.

He picked out the newest looking one, stepped on it with a tragic face and sat down.

The tricycle didn't have a door, so he felt a lot more comfortable after blowing the wind for a while.

The wind in the south is a bit humid, and it's only March, and it already brings a bit of warmth.

This small town is actually quite lively, but as the tricycle goes further and further away, the surrounding area becomes more and more silent.

It's not deserted, it's just secluded.The newly poured concrete road is much better than the one just walked. There are lush weeds growing on both sides of the road. Outside the weeds is a gurgling stream, and the cobblestones are white and shiny in the sun.

The car turned a corner at the fork road, the stream went away, but a large green field was ushered in.

Xia Yang was a little surprised. In his memory, the farmland at this time should be barren, with only some withered wheat stalks and stacked haystacks left.

I didn't expect the fields in the south to be so beautiful.

Xiaosanlun stopped at the entrance of the village, Xia Yang came down with the gift, rubbed the corner of his crumpled clothes, feeling stiff for the first time.He never thought that one day he would wear his suit until it was wrinkled. If he had known it earlier, he should have brought another suit, found a place in the small town to change, and then walked over in good looks.

There was an old man basking in the sun at the entrance of the village. When he saw him, he cast his eyes unabashedly.

Xia Yang should be used to being the center of attention, but this time he felt nervous and flustered.He put on a smile and said politely, "Excuse me, do you know where Fang Zexi's home is?"

The old man was not too old, and he nodded immediately when he heard Xia Yang's words, but he couldn't speak Mandarin, and Xia Yang didn't understand after babbling for a long time.

Finally he stood up and gestured for Xia Yang to follow.

The village is almost full of low bungalows with pointed roofs covered with tiles. They are very simple. Most of them are bare brick and stone structures, and some are even wooden houses. They look very fragile, but the villagers have always lived like this.

Fang Zexi's house is better, with a two-story building, the exterior walls are painted white, and there is a big yard.

Most of the houses in their village had their doors open. The old man yelled into the house, and a middle-aged woman came out in a hurry.

She looks somewhat similar to Fang Zexi, with a bit of warmth in the corners of her eyes, but her eyebrows are not like Fang Zexi's, they are very sparse and look more kind.She is slender and slender, not yet fat, and does not look bloated and old, but there are already many wrinkles on her face.

She glanced at Xia Yang, a little surprised, and said in broken Mandarin with dialect: "Are you... that friend of Ah Xi's?"

Xia Yang couldn't figure out whether there was any meaning in her words, so he just nodded calmly and said with a smile: "You are Ze Xi's mother, right? Hello, Auntie. My name is Xia Yang, um...you can call me Ah...Ah, Ayang..."

"Hey, hello, hello, come and sit first." Mother Fang welcomed people into the house with a smile on her face, and opened Fang Zexi's bedroom with a key, inviting people to come in and sit down.

Xia Yang understood that it didn't seem like Fang Zexi was being opposed for coming out of the closet, otherwise, how could Fang's mother be so kind to him? According to the book, wouldn't it be necessary to take a broom out and break his leg?

He entered the room, saw the sofa, thought it was the living room, and then saw the bed, although the situation was wrong, he still couldn't help being speechless in his heart.

Fang's mother hurriedly made tea for him, and said, "You came here as soon as you came. Why did you bring so many things? You're too polite. Um... Ah Xi him, is there nothing wrong?"

Fang's mother was a little worried about Xia Yang's sudden visit. Generally, friends who have no children come to play alone at home. Either they are already familiar with their parents, or there is something wrong with the child.

Xia Yang smiled, and humbly took out the pre-prepared speech: "Nothing, I'm here on a business trip to the south, and I passed by nearby, so I came to see you for Zexi."

Fang's mother breathed a sigh of relief, and said, "It's only been a few days, so I'm so worried. His father has been doing well recently, and there is no major problem. Hey, I'll call his father and ask him to bring more after get off work. Come back after ordering wine and food, you have lunch here, ah."

Xia Yang heard something from Fang's mother's words, frowned, and asked, "Uncle is still at work?"

"That's right," Fang's mother thought that Xia Yang came to visit Fang's father because she knew about Fang Zexi's illness, so she said sadly, "I also told him not to go to work and take care of him at home. He is so motionless. It's just a headache, which makes people worry. But he can't be idle, saying that he is not even 50 years old, how can he be idle so early. He is used to stubbornness, I can't persuade him, and probably Ah Xi can't persuade him either. Don't talk to Ah Xiti, that kid is under a lot of pressure, every time I see him smiling, I always feel that he is very preoccupied."

Xia Yang nodded, sure enough, he knows his son better than his mother.

According to Fang's mother, it should be that Fang's father is sick, so he shouldn't work too hard, and he will have a headache.

Xia Yang thought for a while, and betrayed Fang Zexi's dark character.

He talked about some of Fang Zexi's personality and habits, which are in great contrast to the surface, but he also said it was good. He also mentioned that he was under a lot of work pressure, but it was rare to be able to relax in front of himself.

Mother Fang listened worriedly, and finally said: "I see that the children of other families in the town are all graduated from college and assigned jobs by the family, but we can't help with anything. His father is also sick. Ah Xi worked hard, and he was afraid of us worrying, so he never said anything. Fortunately, there is a friend like you, A Yang, and someone who can speak his mind is much better than holding back."

Maybe rural people are a bit shy about diseases. Xia Yang did Tai Chi for a long time but didn't find out what the disease was. He was worried and anxious. After deliberating for a long time, he finally said: "I have a doctor friend who Don't take uncle over there to have a look."

"Axie also said that he would take us to check again after the arrangements are made. I support it. We shouldn't be too troublesome or afraid of spending money on this matter. We're not old yet. But... well, I don't know if it's the city. The level here is not enough, and his father said that the position of the tumor is really bad, and he is afraid that he will not even see his son get married..." Mother Fang shed tears as she spoke.

Xia Yang was startled when he heard the tumor, and couldn't help getting up and hugging Fang's mother, comforting him: "It's okay, let's go to a good hospital to check, maybe there will be a turnaround. I will call my friend now , let him arrange it for us and go there early."

Mother Fang nodded, seeing that Xia Yang was about to make a phone call, she got up to cook.

Bamboo stick, is this why you want to separate from me?

Xia Yang felt a little heavy. Fang Zexi had already chosen to compromise, but he couldn't give up like this.

He still knew too little, but no matter what, the most important thing to pay attention to now was Father Fang's illness.

He didn't want to make fun of Fang's father's life, but he believed that he must have a way to deal with it.

He hoped to be with Fang Zexi forever instead of ending like this.

Xia Yang picked up his mobile phone and went outside, what he saw was an open and distant field, lush and thriving.

The author has something to say: I always feel that the writing is tasteless, very flat, and has no impact.

This paragraph has been stuck for several days, but it’s not stuck here. I had an idea of ​​superfluous before. Fortunately, I finally woke up and deleted it.

So after writing this paragraph, I can't catch up with the usual posting time qaq.

I don’t know why today I always feel that I have nothing to say, I’m a little tired...

The part about Xia Yang going to the countryside is not worth mentioning, the description of the environment will be useful in the future, so you might as well take a guess~