Dead after eight years [rebirth]

"me……"

Cheng Shuibei realized that the person in front of him was only 35 years old this year, and it was impossible for him to have a 26-year-old or 18-year-old son, so he "I" for a long time, but finally he didn't say it.

"Dad, this man is injured, is there any ointment at home?" Cheng Nanqian explained before Cheng Shuibei choked to death.

Cheng Wenqiu stared at Cheng Shuibei, as if wondering where the young man was injured.In front of his father, Cheng Shuibei could no longer show him the scars on his waist shamelessly - this is a man in his 30s with a child, he can tell what those injuries are just by looking at them, fooling him Cheng Nan's method didn't work anymore.

Cheng Shuibei thought about it for a while, and had no choice but to show Cheng Wenqiu the wound on the back of his neck: "Wipe...the skin is broken."

Fortunately, the wound from Zhang Ci'an's bite was really broken and bleeding, Cheng Wenqiu squinted his eyes and took a deep breath: "Young man, he is bleeding."

After speaking, he bent down and went back into the curtain: "There should be ointment, wait a moment, I'll look for it."

Taking advantage of this moment, Cheng Nan took a shiny aluminum basin to fill it with water under the water pipe, and brought it to Cheng Shuibei.

"You wash it first, my dad is looking for medicine," Cheng Nan scratched his head, and suddenly remembered something, "wash your waist, wash your waist too."

Cheng Shuibei felt guilty about lying to the child, so he just lowered his head and took a splash of water to wash his face.

In the early morning of summer, with the cool breeze blowing across his cheeks, Cheng Shuibei felt infinite heat in his heart.

He really went back 16 years ago and saw his brother and father who only appeared in his dreams.

After Cheng Shuibei called cold water to wake him up, he was about to clean the wound on the back of his neck. Before his wet hands could touch his skin, he was stopped by Cheng Wenqiu who came out of the room with the medicine.

"Hey, don't touch the wound with water!"

Cheng Shuibei straightened up in a daze, even Cheng Nan was startled by the sound.

"Xiao Nan, didn't Dad tell you several times? Why can't you remember?" Cheng Wenqiu walked over while scolding Cheng Nan, pulled Cheng Shuibei to motion him to sit on a stool, and simply cleaned the edge of the wound for him , and then apply the medicine carefully.

Cheng Nanping said that he had suffered a meal for nothing, and called "Dad" in a low voice with his head downcast.

After Cheng Wenqiu treated Cheng Shuibei's wound, he patted his son's head: "Dad doesn't blame Xiao Nan, but is afraid that Xiao Nan won't be able to take care of himself in the future."

Cheng Shuibei suddenly understood the words - their father should have known that he was seriously ill this year.

"Got it, Dad, I won't forget it in the future." Cheng Nan sniffled, suppressed the things in his eyes, and then muttered softly, "Besides, I still have Dad to take care of me."

There was complete tranquility in the air, and Cheng Shuibei felt that the hand that applied the medicine to him began to tremble.

Cheng Wenqiu suddenly coughed violently, and his fingers began to exert some force, as if he was resisting something.

Under Cheng Nan's nervous and worried eyes, a smile appeared on Cheng Wenqiu's face: "Father... will take care of Xiao Nan."

He knew his physical condition, and so did Cheng Nan.

Cheng Shuibei has insight into the future and past of everyone in this small courtyard, but he can only sit blankly on the small bench and let his father, whom he doesn't recognize, apply medicine for him.

Cheng Nan pretended to run under the water pipe to wash his face, patted the ashes off his body, and brought back the naughty self in front of a father back to the sensible appearance in the eyes of outsiders.

Cheng Shuibei watched blankly, enjoying the peace and tranquility that can only appear in his long-awaited sleep, but there were infinite waves in his heart, and passion rippling behind the unbreakable barrier of his heart.

"Okay, don't touch the water these few days." Cheng Wenqiu finally finished his busy work, and his rough fingers with calluses slid across the back of Cheng Shuibei's neck, plucking the indescribable infinity in Xiao Cheng's heart.

Cheng Shuibei got up and said thanks: "Thank you."

After Cheng Nan washed up, he ran back and forth between the stove on the porch and the yard several times. He put a large iron basin for bathing on the ground as a table, and put the prepared meals on it.

The father and son packed up their things and prepared to eat. Cheng Shuibei watched reluctantly, knowing that it was time to leave.

He has no reason to continue to bother, the peace in the small courtyard does not belong to him.

"Goodbye Uncle Cheng, goodbye Cheng Nan."

goodbye dad.

Goodbye brother.

The bird landed on the roof, and a small stone fell from the corner of the eaves, making a crisp sound when it hit the stone slab.

……

Cheng Shuibei had nowhere to go after leaving home, so he wandered around, and even wandered to the newsstand where he met Cheng Nan.

The old man at the newsstand was surnamed Zhang, he was getting old, and he was out of breath when he took two steps. When Cheng Shuibei swayed past, he was leaning on a snakeskin bag full of waste newspapers, holding a military water bottle and resting while drinking water. .

Seeing Cheng Shuibei, old man Zhang had some impression of this stupid young man who got up early and blocked his door.

There are a lot of people commuting to and from work in the morning, which is when the business is busy. Old man Zhang is busy selling tea eggs and has no time to care about other things. He only saw this young man standing under the tree for a while, as if he was going home after shopping. Cheng Nan said a few words.

Old man Zhang waved to Cheng Shuibei, who was in a daze for a while and didn't know what he was thinking: "Hey, that young man in white, come here."

Cheng Shui pointed at himself, and after getting an affirmative answer from the owner of the newsstand, he walked over suspiciously.

"You called me, what's the matter?"

Old man Zhang squinted his eyes and looked at this young man who was not very clever at first glance and the traces of purple potion on his neck.

"Injured? Who gave you the medicine?"

As soon as Cheng Shuibei heard him mention the wound, he wanted to touch the back of his neck, and remembered Cheng Wenqiu's advice before he left. He raised his hand in mid-air, unable to move up and down, and smiled awkwardly: "Well, it's a bit scratched. Erpi, I... Cheng Nan's father gave me medicine."

"Do you know Cheng Nan?" Old man Zhang took another drink from the water bottle and continued to ask.

Cheng Shuibei thought about how he called Cheng Nan when he got up early, he was probably an old neighbor for many years, but he hadn't come to the west of the city for many years, and he didn't have any impression of an old man reading a newsstand, only vaguely felt that he had seen him before. of.

"Hmm..." Cheng Shuibei couldn't say that he knew him, or that he didn't know him, so he agreed vaguely.

As soon as old man Zhang thought he knew Cheng Nan's family, the chatterbox immediately opened up, his eyes signaled Cheng Shuibei to sit down on the pony horse beside him, and chattered for a long time.

"Old Cheng, everything is good but life is bad. His wife ran away with others, and there was nothing left at home, only him and Cheng Nan, sick and young, what kind of life is this living!"

Cheng Shuibei sighed in response.

"I also watched Cheng Nan grow up. He was smart and sensible since he was a child. He suffered a lot from the old Cheng. It's this kid, alas, what a pity..."

Old man Zhang said, someone came to buy cigarettes.Cheng Shuibei couldn't listen to people's stories for nothing, so he cleverly stood up first to help.

After finishing his work, he sat back and asked eagerly, "What's the pity?"

His elder brother is smart and sensible, and lives by his father's side, why is it a pity?

"It's a pity that Cheng Nan doesn't know what's going on. He doesn't want to go to school anymore. He runs around like crazy every day. His father is worried."

The elder brother in Cheng Shuibei's impression was smart and quick-witted, the kind of kid his parents said he was from someone else's family.My elder brother has never been tired of studying, and he is the most active every time he goes to school, holding his younger brother's hand and going to school through the streets and alleys.

"Why don't you go to school?" Cheng Shuibei asked after thinking.

Old man Zhang sighed, and looked at Cheng Shuibei like a fool: "Why else, because of the money. Old Cheng is sick and can't make money. Cheng Nan is probably too sensible to go to school. "

Cheng Shuibei forgot how he left the newsstand, and also forgot how he turned back to the alley near his home.

He looked in the direction of home from a distance, and sat in a blank place all day long.

As the night falls, the stars rise.

Cheng Shuibei has nowhere to go.

Passing by the garbage dump, Cheng Shuibei saw a striped bed sheet that had been washed white and was covered with something.

The bed sheet was lifted, and underneath it was a dilapidated old sofa.

The flower-shaped sofa is too old to be used, and the broken rusty spring can still be vaguely seen in the cracked opening.

Cheng Shuibei touched the back of the sofa, wanting to touch the scratches he had naughtily carved with a knife when he was a child - his parents and Cheng Nan and Cheng Bei were always together, but he couldn't touch anything except a hand of ashes.

Cheng Shuibei sat down on the broken sofa, watched the small dim light at home go on and off, listened to the deep and shallow barking of dogs in the alley, and thought to himself: "Go home."

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