bereavement

Taxis are not allowed to enter the complex. Xie Qin has no choice but to lean on the door and wait for Jiang Yanyu to go home. It is impossible to go in. The complex is ridiculously large. Lame him.

And Xie Qin is not sure whether Jiang Yanyu will go home or not, if he sleeps in the villa, Xie Qin can only crawl to his old den tonight, lie on a park bench and count the stars.

His feet didn't hurt as much as before. Xie Qin closed his eyes in disappointment after waiting. Last night he drank all night and today he got into a fight and was scolded. He never stopped to rest.

Before Jiang Yanyu reached the gate of the community, he saw Xie Qin sitting on the ground sleeping from a distance, his right foot was exposed, and his ankle was swollen and purple.

He immediately guessed what Xie Qin was doing, he couldn't hold back his anger, he gritted his teeth and burst out a foul sentence:

"It's damn good, ancestor."

Jiang Yanyu walked over after getting out of the car, picked Xie Qin up and put him in the back seat, his movements were very light so as not to wake him up.

Xie Qin was tall and looked very thin, but he didn't realize how heavy he was when he was picked up. Jiang Yanyu carried him all the way home and called the community doctor.

Xie Qin woke up when he was placed on the sofa. He fell into a dazed sleep and didn't move for a few seconds before he came to his senses.

"Is there any smoke?"

He yawned lazily and hadn't smoked for a day.

"Foot," Jiang Yanyu took out a cigarette and lit one for himself, "What are you looking for?"

"I didn't expect you to come."

The expected answer, the reasonable mistrust.

Jiang Yanyu hummed.

He took out a cigarette and shook it at Xie Qin, without saying a word, the order in his eyes was obvious:

come.

Xie Qin was lying on the sofa. He straightened his upper body and approached Jiang Yanyu, raised his face to Jiang Yanyu, opened his mouth slightly, and stuck out his tongue.

Jiang Yanyu fed the cigarette into his mouth, then bent down and lowered his head, lit the cigarette in his mouth to light Xie Qin.

The butts of the cigarettes touched each other, and the cigarette in Xie Qin's mouth ignited.

"Pretty good."

It was rare for Xie Qin to be honest, Jiang Yanyu still had no expression on his face, but reached out and rubbed his head.

The doctor checked Xie Qin carefully, and it was a little serious, but fortunately the bones were fine, and his feet were tangled up in bandages. Xie Qin was given a pair of crutches, a wheelchair, and had to be helped to go to the toilet.

It's fucked up, really.

After the doctor left, Jiang Yanyu also left, and went back to the company to deal with the mess. Xie Qin was alone at home, pushing a wheelchair around like a retired man.

He has lived here for six years, and the place he most often visits is the bedroom, followed by the toilet and the living room. His range of activities is on the first and second floors, and he has never been to the third floor.

The third floor has only the nanny room, guest room and storage room, the area is very narrow, and then there is an open-air swimming pool on the roof.

Jiang Yanyu didn't allow Xie Qin to go to the third floor, and Xie Qin wasn't interested in watching it either.

Now that Jiang Yanyu is not at home, he wants to go up to see what the guest room looks like, it is probably full of dust, because there has never been a guest at home.

Jiang Yan wants to hide him here and play with him, so it is definitely impossible for others to know.

Xie Qin pushed the wheelchair into the private elevator and went straight to the third floor.

There is surveillance in the elevator, which is connected to the computer in Jiang Yanyu's office. If he is sitting at the desk right now, it will be so exciting, it is even more exciting than catching rape.

The elevator door opened, and Xie Qin slowly moved into the guest room. Unexpectedly, it was quite spacious, with a small cloakroom and a large bathtub, which was much more luxurious than his small broken bedroom.

He moved to the storage room door and turned the handle, but the door wouldn't open.

locked.

To be so mysterious, there must be something shady hidden.

There was a lot of yellow waste in Xie Qin's mind, he clicked his tongue, he turned around and took a casual look at the nanny's room, but there was nothing interesting, so he went downstairs.

In the past, Xie Qin yearned for the life of a retired elderly person. He thought about lying in a wheelchair, drinking tea and teasing cats and basking in the sun. He was as comfortable as a fairy.

Taking out a few bottles of beer from the refrigerator and ordering a few songs on the TV, Xie Qin lay back on the wheelchair and began to waste time.

The songs he ordered were all Emorap, the rhythm was slow and heavy, and the songs were sad and depressing. Most of them were created by rappers with mental illness. They were very small and no one cared about them.

Sometimes when Xie Qin closes his eyes, he doesn’t always sleep. He also tries to write songs in his head. Closing his eyes is just to let himself concentrate and not be disturbed by the gaudy people and things in front of him.

Eyes and ears are two windows. If you close your eyes and put on headphones, it is equivalent to closing the windows and creating a closed private room, allowing yourself to be alone and quiet.

Xie Qin likes to be alone, and likes to write lyrics quietly by himself.But cruelly, solitude has become a luxury for most people these days.

Because it is too difficult for the body to truly be alone, so I have to close the window connecting with the outside world and make do with the solitude of the mind.

It was already 23:[-] when Jiang Yanyu came back.

As soon as he entered the door, he pulled off his tie, which was a bit rough. After taking off his suit jacket, he stood at the door for a few seconds.

With his right hand propped on the wall, his back slightly arched, he lowered his head in silence.

This is a tiring pose.

He was almost 30 years old, but he still didn't have a family. After get off work, he opened the door with a whole body of pressure and exhaustion, only to be greeted by an empty living room, dim and deserted.

Jiang Yan wanted to turn on the light and saw Xie Qin sleeping in a wheelchair with seven or eight empty wine bottles lying at his feet, and a complex emotion suddenly surged in his heart.

He didn't know whether he should be relieved that there was finally someone waiting for him to get off work at home, or he should laugh at himself that this waiting was not willing.

If it wasn't for his foot injury, Xie Qin wouldn't have stayed at home obediently.

Jiang Yanyu didn't wake him up, but unbuttoned his shirt and went into the bathroom.

Not long after washing, Xie Qin knocked on the door outside and said he needed to go to the toilet. He had just woken up, his nasal voice was very strong, and his tone was irritable:

"Get out," he said vaguely, obviously drunk: "I'll fuck your mother."

"I hate you." Jiang Yanyu said coldly.

He is indeed not interested in arguing with Peng's father, but Xie Qin is different. Xie Qin is the type who takes hard but not soft, the more tolerant, tolerant, and accommodating, the more aggressive he is with you.

There was no more movement outside, Jiang Yanyu came out after washing, and saw Xie Qin climbed from the wheelchair to the sofa, lying on his back with his legs crossed, and exhaled several shapes of smoke rings from his mouth.

Jiang Yanyu inexplicably remembered Peng's father's phrase "human scum and scum".

Xie Qin got up and looked at Jiang Yanyu, half-closed his gloomy eyes. He was too sleepy and his eyes were a little blurred.

Chong Jiang Yanyu opened his mouth, and there was a cloud of white smoke in it, and he stretched out two fingers to hook him, asking him to come over.

The whole person has a vicious and lustful evil spirit.

Jiang Yan wanted to know what he wanted to do, so he walked over and took the cigarette from his hand, put it out in the ashtray, and asked:

"Back or hug."

"On the shoulders." Xie Qin said.

Jiang Yanyu glanced at him, did not speak, turned his back to him, untied the bath belt around his waist and tied it again, Xie Qin yawned behind him and said, "Back."

Jiang Yanyu walked in front of Xie Qin, and squatted down with his back facing him. Xie Qin put his arms around his neck, Jiang Yanyu held his thigh firmly, and carried Xie Qin to the toilet.

Xie Qin let the wine burn a little unconsciously, and a word popped out of his mind inexplicably: "Father's love is like a mountain".

At this moment, he finally understood those hypocritical and nasty compositions.

"Father's back is broad and strong, like a mountain."

"Father shoulders the whole family with a crooked back."

"Father, you are amazing!"

"I'm mad at her." Xie Qin couldn't hold back and laughed out loud.

"Don't rub."

Jiang Yan wanted to warn him, his voice was very cold.

Entering the bathroom, Xie Qin was put down, with one foot on the ground and his back against the wall. When he opened the toilet lid to release his second child, he caught a glimpse of Jiang Yanyu standing beside him.

Xie Qin slowly put his hand into his pants, and raised his eyebrows at him: "You're still not getting out, you want to give me a mouth?"

Jiang Yan wanted to take a look at him, closed the door and turned to leave.

He went to the tea table to get a pack of cigarettes, opened it, threw one into his mouth, lit it and took a puff, but still couldn't help frowning.

Too choking and spicy.

He really didn't understand why Xie Qin liked to smoke such inferior cigarettes.

Jiang Yan didn't object to Xie Qin's smoking, drinking, burning his head and fighting. After all, he has been here since he was a child, and it's not because he didn't give Xie Qin living expenses, which made him poor enough to only afford the black smoke produced by this small workshop.

Xie Qin had just turned eighteen and had a voice of tobacco and alcohol. His voice was very low and hoarse. Although it sounded quite masculine, it didn't suit him.

In fact, sometimes, Jiang Yanyu would suspect that Xie Qin was deliberately ruining himself.

Xie Qin's behavior is indeed not like a normal person. He has no self-esteem, desire to win, and sense of shame. Jiang Yanyu has raised him for six years, and has never seen him cry. It seems that he has no emotions and desires. Dehumanize.

Xie Qin attacked others, was hostile and guarded against everyone, and at the same time, he didn't cherish himself. Every day, he was muddled, depressed, lazy, full of sadness but always let it go.

He neither evades difficulties nor solves them, but lets them drag himself into the abyss of death.

Perhaps it was because Xie Qin slept on the street at a very young age, and broke into the jungle of society without the ability to protect himself.As a child, he participated in the cruel competition of adults. In his most innocent childhood, he was exposed to all kinds of darkness and dark sides of human nature.

Slowly, I became more and more disappointed and disgusted with this world, and couldn't find the meaning of living, so I could only wait for death in the end.