full of love for you

Li Xiwei ignored Xiao Man and pulled Fang Zheng's arm, "Let's go, it's going to rain."

Sure enough, not long after Li Xiwei finished speaking, a streak of purple-edged lightning struck the edge of the dark sky at the end of the narrow alley. The narrow alley, which was originally silent in the dark, suddenly brightened like daylight. With the help of the light, Xiaoman saw clearly He saw the hurried back of the boy who had just left.

The purple light disappeared, there was a loud "bang", and the thunder shook the sky. It was going to rain. No wonder there were no stars and moon tonight. Nancheng always had a lot of rain. After summer, it might suddenly rain.

Xiao Man didn't stay any longer, turned around and ran towards the opposite direction of the night market. The dolls in his booth were still confiscated, and they couldn't be sold in the rain.

Before he had gone a few steps, the big raindrops had already hit the top of his head, soaking his hair, and his scalp was damp and cool, which took away a bit of the heat.

When Xiaoman ran to his booth, his body was already drenched by the rain, and water was dripping from his hair, but his booth was no longer there, but the tricycle was still there. He thought that the doll and the booth had been stolen, so he was in a hurry. Looked around.

The husband and wife who sold Luzhu next door had already set up a large raincloth umbrella on their booth. When they turned around and saw Xiaoman, they walked over and dragged him under the umbrella, "Xiaoman, come in quickly to hide from the rain, your I’ve already put the table stand and dolls in the tricycle for you, don’t worry, I didn’t get caught in the rain, and I’ll put them away for you when there’s thunder.”

After Luzhu finished speaking, he took out 20 yuan from his pocket and stuffed it into Xiaoman's arms, "A few people came to buy dolls just now, so I sold them directly for you."

Xiao Man hurriedly nodded and bowed to Big Brother Luzhu to thank him, Big Brother Luzhu scratched the back of his head, "I'll just give you a hand, I think you ran out just after lifting your foot, thinking you must have something urgent, so I'll help you After a while."

The wife of Big Brother Luzhu next to him also spoke, "Yeah, every time I see you, you come to set up a stall by yourself, and you don't have a companion. The two of us are busy with a Luzhu stall. If you have something to do next time, Just tell our old Liu, he can't sit still, so don't be polite to him."

Few people treat Xiao Man like this, he is not hot-tempered, his heart is hot, he can't speak, he can only blush, Xiao Man didn't know what to do for a while, and bowed to Brother Lu Zhu again.

Brother Luzhu was embarrassed by his bow, "It's nothing to do with friends, you don't have to thank me, I'm even embarrassed."

Xiaoman is not familiar with the word friend. In his life, he doesn’t have many friends. Apart from the director of the orphanage and those children, he has almost no other social circles. The person who was a friend was separated for seven years. The Li Ran he was looking for, he thought it was the boy just now, but it was not.

Xiaoman couldn't compare in his heart, finding the wrong person or not being able to find anyone, which was more frustrating.

Brother Luzhu saw that he was still in a daze, and patted his arm, "It might rain later, pack up and go home quickly, I don't think you have an umbrella in your car, do you have a raincoat? If not, get it first mine."

Xiao Man ran out and took out a transparent raincoat from his tricycle, pointed at Big Brother Lu Zhu, put it on, waved to them, and got on the bike.

The thunderstorm came and went quickly, and the rain stopped as soon as Xiaoman rode out of the crowded night market. Although it was still early, he didn't have the intention to go back and continue to set up a stall, and there was no telling when the next rain would come.

When he came to the corner, he found that the street he often walked back was surrounded by a green screen fence, and there was a yellow tripod "under construction" in front of him, which was impassable, so he had to take a detour, and finally walked two kilometers longer to get home It was just after nine o'clock at the time, and the rain started again on the road, and it didn't stop.

After Xiaoman came in, he realized that he forgot to close the window before going out, the eaves were shallow, the wall under the window sill in the room was soaked with rainwater, a large area of ​​rain stains had gathered on the concrete floor, and the room smelled of damp rain.

He went to the window and closed it, blocking most of the sound of rustling rain outside the window. Although the small bungalow was tidied up comfortably and warmly by him, the structural structure could not be changed. Wind leaked in winter and rain seeped in summer, and the walls were soaked in water. Another piece of the wall skin fell off and fell to the ground into wet white foam. The earthy smell was even stronger, mixed with white ash, and even a little pungent.

Xiaoman took out a rag and wiped off the water on the window sill and the wall until it stopped dripping, and then took out the broom to clean up the water stains and dirt on the ground. After tidying up, it was past ten o'clock, and his stomach was growling. One sound.

Only then did he remember that he hadn't eaten noodles today, and Li Ran had told him before that he had to eat longevity noodles for his birthday.

Xiaoman got up and went to the bathroom to take a shower, tidied himself up briefly, and then walked into the small kitchen. On weekdays, he ate at the hotel, and the staff paid for it. At night, he also ate in the cafeteria before returning. So he just found a tube of noodles and an egg from the cupboard. There is no refrigerator in the rental house, and other things can't be stored in this weather. He never hoards food at home.

The last time I ate, it was a birthday anyway, lying on the single bed, closing my eyes, listening to the sound of rain outside the window, opening my eyes, as if I could see the infinite in this small dark room It magnified the bewilderment in his heart.

Memories of the past and tonight flashed across my mind.

Seven years ago, tonight.

Tonight, seven years ago.

Li Ran's appearance was still clearly imprinted in front of his eyes, Xiaoman closed his eyes again, and imagined his appearance when he grew up, the blurred face finally overlapped with the boy in the alley tonight, bit by bit, seamlessly.

Xiaoman took a deep breath, turned over and over on the bed, the iron bed creaked, and finally he lay down on the pillow and rubbed his nose against the pillow, he thought, maybe it was because of the boy named Li Xiwei. influence, so there is a preconceived thinking mode.

On the other side, Li Xiwei came home on a motorcycle and wore a helmet, so besides his hair, he was also completely soaked by the rain, and water was still dripping from the corners of his clothes.

Seeing his appearance, Wang Qin, the nanny at home, kept calling out "Ouch", and quickly brought him a dry towel, "Master, why is it raining so much? If it rains, I can ask the driver to pick you up. Why don't you risk it by yourself?" The rain is back, be careful of catching a cold, wipe it off quickly, I will go to the kitchen and make you a bowl of ginger soup."

Wang Qin is over half a century old, and has been in the Li family for several years. She has been taking care of Li Xiwei. She feels sorry for Li Xiwei's mother who died early, and his father is not at home all year round. He is the only child most of the year. A person, so always pay more attention to him.

As soon as she finished speaking, she heard a scolding voice coming from the second floor, "Hmph, I came back so late, and you still know how to go home, look at your inhuman appearance, take a bath Then roll to the study."

Wang Qin whispered to Li Xiwei again: "Sir came back in the afternoon and called the young master a few times, but the young master didn't answer, he must be angry."

Li Xiwei followed Wang Qin's words and looked up at the second floor. His father, Li Pei, whom he hadn't seen for more than two months, was standing at the door of the study. He called "Dad", took the towel in Wang Qin's hand, and wiped it off. He walked up the stairs to the second floor with his hair in his hair, and returned to his room. He didn't want to face Li Pei. The relationship between their father and son had become worse and worse since his mother passed away.Every time the two meet, they always have a quarrel, but luckily they don't see each other a few times in a year.

After taking a shower, Li Xiwei lingered in his room for a long time before coming out. The door of the study next door was not closed. When he reached the door, he saw Li Pei sitting at his desk reading documents. After entering, he sat directly on the chair opposite Li Pei's desk, leaned back, and turned around on the back of the chair.

After reading a document, Li Pei raised his head to look at Li Xiwei, and slammed the pen on the table with a muffled sound, "Don't turn around, what do you look like now?"

"What about me?" Li Xiwei stopped turning the chair, leaned forward, leaned his upper body against the edge of the table, picked up the pen that Li Pei had just dropped on the table, and changed it to a revolving pen.

Li Pei was so angry that his forehead was throbbing with anger, "What do you say about you, a boy with such long hair, are you going to participate in a beauty pageant? You ride a motorcycle all day and hang out with some cronies, Come back in the middle of the night, what do you think you look like? How could I, Li Pei, have a son like you. "

"My mother died early. What about me, Li Xiwei, I was taught by you, Dad. If I don't have a home, you will have a home? My friends are friends, what about you?" Li Xiwei twitched the corners of his lips, " I'm not your son? Which one is? The illegitimate child outside of you?"

Li Pei was very annoyed by his repeated questioning tone, "Is this the way you talk to your father?"

Li Xiwei stopped writing, and his attitude remained the same, "Dad, how did my mother die seven years ago? Did she really die of a heart attack like you told me?"

Li Pei's eyes changed after hearing what he said, and his tone was a bit cold, he said, "Of course your mother died of a heart attack, did someone tell you something?"

"No one said anything to me." Li Xiwei put the pen back on the table, straightened it, faced Li Pei, and stood up from the chair, "But it's a fact that you lied to her."

"That's a matter between us adults. Besides, your mother has been gone for so many years. If you really care about her, you should be more honest. The college entrance examination is coming in a few days..."

Li Xiwei interrupted Li Pei, "Dad, I will go to country M in a month. I have already applied for the school, and I have already told my grandfather in country M. Grandpa said he is old and not in good health. He also wants me to go there, and now I just want to talk to you."

"Why didn't you tell me about such a big thing in advance?" Li Pei slapped his hands on the table and stood up from his chair.

"I have to see you too." After Li Xiwei finished speaking, he ignored Li Pei's anger and walked out of the study.

Li Pei's anger continued, "Did you go to country M because of your grandfather, or because of that Su Yu? Li Xiwei, if you're with a man, don't enter the Li family's door..."

Li Xiwei gritted his back molars, quickened his pace, went back to the room and locked the door, walked to the window, pulled the floor-to-ceiling curtains tight, turned around and threw himself on the bed, lying down, the rain outside hadn't stopped, and the crackling raindrops hit the glass It sounded noisy, but the light from the overhead chandelier was quiet and soft.

He thought he would continue to be angry with Li Pei, but he wasn't. What he thought of was the dumb guy he met at night. He looked so thin, he didn't know how old he was, he should look smaller than him.

It didn't take long for Li Xiwei to hear a knock on the door. He got off the bed and opened the door.

It was Wang Qin, holding a tray in his hand, and the bowl contained a dark liquid, and the smell of ginger spread into the room, "Master, the ginger soup is ready, drink it before going to bed, and go to the cold."

Li Xiwei didn't like ginger, but if he said he didn't want to drink it, Wang Qin would definitely babble, so he simply took the tray and put it on the table, and just poured it out later.

Knowing his temper, Wang Qin reminded him at the door, "Drink it while it's hot. The taste of ginger will be stronger when it's cold."

After she finished speaking, she was about to go downstairs, but Li Xiwei stopped her: "Aunt Qin, how long have you been at our house?"

"The young master asked this out of the blue, let me think about it," Wang Qin turned her head and thought for a while, "I remember that it was seven years ago, the young master happened to be 11 years old, and it was autumn, and the weather in Nancheng was getting colder. The leaves of the sycamore tree in the yard are all yellow, and the young master is sick and still lying on the bed. When I came here, I heard that you had been sick for more than a month, and you were also my wife at that time..."

Speaking of Li Xiwei's mother, Wang Qin stopped talking. He didn't want to bring up Li Xiwei's sadness, so he quickly changed the subject, "It's been so many years in the blink of an eye..."

"It was also the year my mother died."