let loose

Chu Qingci has a good temper, he is gentle and gentle.The disadvantage is that it is stubborn and easy to be pessimistic.As for finding Xu Chenglin, he didn't let Song Mian go with him, so he went to Wednesday's physical education class and chatted with him for a long time.

On winter nights, the wind is strong, rustling among the trees.The coat was swollen by the wind, Song Mian quickly turned up his collar, his chin retracted into the collar, his head was tilted, and the button was sandwiched between his face and shoulders.

There is no moon tonight, and the night sky is far and dark.The street lights ahead were bright, and the brilliance poured on the road, and a few maple leaves danced twice at the feet and landed lightly.

"He said that Xu Chenglin's attitude is quite sincere." Song Mian tightened his clothes, grabbed the keypad and put it to his ear, and walked unhurriedly, his eyes fell on the beam of light cast by the street lamp two steps ahead, "Probably something It’s not kidding, it’s serious or something like that.”

"What about Chu Qingci's attitude?"

The sound effect of the elderly phone is not as clear as that of the smart phone, but the volume is louder.Jiang Zhou's voice was transmitted to the pinna of the ear through the speaker of the mobile phone, and the clear voice was covered with a layer of electric sand.

"Still very resistant. He has a stubborn temper and always thinks that the matter between Sister Nan and Teacher Xu is wrong. I think he may have fallen into a strange circle, stubbornly thinking that he is saving something for his father. In Sister Nan and his father A balance cannot be reached." Song Mian thought for a while, "But in fact, this matter itself is not difficult to understand."

After stepping on that beam of light, a golden ray of light instantly appeared on the upper of the shoe.Turning and turning into the path, a gust of wind blows in the face, bringing a cone-like coldness.A certain ray brushed his face in a detour, causing pain for a second, and Song Mian gradually slowed down.

It's so pitiful that many people tend to ignore themselves after being bystanders for a long time.Chu Qingci still has Chu Xiaonan who cares and loves him, but what about him?Is there anything else besides the transfers that have been dropped in the chat records again and again, and the cold number circled in the orange box?

"He will figure it out." Jiang Zhou said on the other side of the phone, "I believe that after he vents, he will think about this issue from the perspective of his mother. Don't think too much."

"I didn't think much about it, I was just a little worried." The fingers of his left hand stirred the fabric of the trousers twice, and made a small sound on the quiet path.

This path leads directly to the gate of the house, and as soon as he walked to the side of the small garden, Song Mian saw the brightly lit villa in the courtyard through the short vines wrapped around a few tall trees.

Jiang Zhou said: "Every age group has troubles of every age group. He can confide his troubles to you, but Song Mian, please remember that in this matter, you can only be responsible for listening. Make decisions for him and don't interfere too much, eh?"

"Why? Am I going to turn a blind eye? What about Chu Qingci?"

Song Mian frowned, quite puzzled by Jiang Zhou's words.

After a while, he seemed to hear Jiang Zhou's chuckle and blurted out the word "stupid".

Jiang Zhou said patiently: "Because friends can only be friends."

"A friend is a bystander who dissociates from himself. You can support big things, and you can discuss small things, but it is best to keep your eyes and ears closed for private matters.

"Too much interference in a friend's life, a friend's choice. One day in the future, if the facts prove that this choice is wrong, then the friends will blame each other mercilessly, and the friendship is in jeopardy. Human nature is selfish, no matter how strong the brother is, the temperature It will also be refined when it reaches the critical point."

"Then do I just do nothing?" Song Mian was still puzzled.

"Of course not." There was a rush of flipping books on the phone, and Jiang Zhou continued, "You are his friend. In this situation, he would trust you more than his closest mother. This It is an advantage, you can take the opportunity to play the role of a guide. Don’t get involved in any of his choices, don’t interfere with him whether he agrees or resists, you just need to use your way to persuade him and lead him to understand the matter itself. For example, you It is said that he failed to achieve a balance between his parents, then what is the balance point, if you catch it, you go and tell him."

The frown gradually relaxed, Song Mian stopped completely, gathered her sleeves tightly to cover her hands, only two white knuckles were exposed, her body leaned slightly as if she was tired, leaning her back against the concrete pole.

He bit his lower lip, thought for a while, and then said, "What about me, what about us?"

"Of course we are different." Jiang Zhou softened his tone, as if showing the greatest patience ever, and then said, "Our relationship has an extra prefix before friends, which is closer than parents. The opponent's heart will tremble twice."

"As I said, I am free and unrestrained towards you. The basis of laissez-faire is not only trust, but also love."

"You are doomed to escape from my life, and every choice in the future must be decided by the two of us together."

We are not a single free-floating individual, but an interdependent community on Wall Street.

Jiang Zhou's voice was clear and firm, and he spoke in a short paragraph with every single word.Jiang Zhou should be a gentle poet at heart, who can always take care of his emotions and comfort him with some simple but profound words.

Song Mian's knuckles trembled slightly, her face turned red, and the original depression was swept away, replaced by endless shyness.

The thin base of the ears turned red, and the bone marrow was scalded along the blood vessels, pouring into the four bodies.

Song Mian looked up at the boundless night sky, her heart sank, the river was full of boats.

Coldly, passionately, smilingly.

He pressed the phone to his heart, and almost whispered: "Brother."

"Yes." Jiang Zhou responded, "Are you home yet?"

Song Mian didn't answer, and said to herself: "There is a star in the sky, far away, so bright, I think it looks like you, I want to take it off, hide it in my heart, and engrave it on my flesh and blood. Brother, I like it so much You, I miss you too."

You are the unexpected heartbeat on my lonely journey, the harbor, the sun, and the river, shining brightly.

……

The light in the house was on, and Song Mian came in, but Shu Yan's lady's slippers at the entrance were not there, and there were two extra pairs of high-heeled shoes on the top of the shoe rack.

"Yo, Doudou is back?"

While he was in a daze, Sister Su's rough shout came from the living room, followed by the sound of kicking and walking.

"Hurry up, hurry up, are you hungry? The kitchen has just stewed a pot of pig's trotter soup. Your mother stewed it herself. She hasn't cooked for several years, and she doesn't know what it tastes like. Go drink some?"

Sister Su smiled, took the schoolbag from Song Mian's shoulder, and half-carried him to the restaurant.

"Where's my mother?" Song Mian glanced towards the living room, her shoulders trembled, she mercilessly broke away from Sister Su's hand, and walked away by herself.

"Upstairs, I'm going to take a shower." Sister Su didn't mind, she turned her hand and opened the glass door of the dining room, "I've been in the kitchen for several hours, and I'm sweating all over."

Sister Su is Shu Yan's manager, she has been taking care of her since her debut, and the two have a deep relationship.It can be regarded as watching Song Mian be born and grow up.

Song Mian didn't respond, and a large pot of pig's trotter soup was placed on the glass dining table. It tasted very fragrant, the soup was rich, and it looked good.

The mother and son have not communicated since losing their temper with Shu Yan on the phone last two weeks.During the period, Shu Yan made several video calls and made phone calls, but Song Mian ignored them all and hung up directly.

This time I came back suddenly, and I didn't say it on WeChat in advance. It's one thing not to reply to the message, but another thing to not reply to the message.