sunk in yesterday

"Teacher, sit down." Hu Zimo's father wiped the seam of his trousers awkwardly, and greeted the two of them to rest at the wooden table. His mother didn't say a word until now, and went to the kitchen with her back bent and silent. Boil water.

Xia Zhuo stared at her back for a moment, then sat down next to Guan Yuzhou, and said with a smile, "Sorry to bother you."

"How can this be considered an interruption, of course the teacher is here to greet you." The man flipped through the drawer, facing the light from the window, his whole body seemed to be buried in the dark air.He turned around but couldn't find anything decent, and his dark face showed a little embarrassment: "In the past, Xiao Mo's three teachers often came to the house to inquire about the situation, but now Xiao Mo doesn't go to school here, we have already made plans, Will be moving somewhere else soon, so there's nothing in this house."

From what he said, Hu Zimo just changed places to go to school, and they moved just to continue living together with the students.Xia Zhuo stared at the white hair on the upper half of his head, and asked doubtfully, "Three teachers?"

"Teacher Jiang, Teacher Wu, and one more... Teacher Wei."

Xia Zhuo raised his eyebrows: "It's Wei Jiaxiang."

"Yes, Mr. Wei Jiaxiangwei, he was the most diligent last year, and he has always had a good relationship with Xiao Mo. In the second year of high school, the school implemented a one-year complementary mutual aid plan, with six classes in the first class, five classes in the second class, and four classes in the third class. Classes are divided into groups occasionally, and the teacher has more or less contact with another class. Xiao Mo... encountered a lot of prejudice in school, but Teacher Wei never stopped guiding him, so my mother and I are very grateful to Xiao Mo Mo met such a good teacher in his life."

Guan Yuzhou said: "Does the prejudice only refer to the fact that Hu Zimo wears a skirt?"

As soon as he said this, the surrounding was instantly quiet.The man on the opposite side looked at him blankly as if someone had pinned him down.The gap was short, and soon the sound of the cup breaking broke the balance, and the freshly boiled hot water in the kitchen splashed all over the floor, deepening the gray of the cement into mottled and irregular circles.

The woman's uncontrollable cries shook the wind chime hanging in front of the door, and the word "Ping An" tied at the end was swaying in the wind like duckweed. She ignored the broken glass all over the floor, and stumbled to grab the back of the chair behind her husband. "I told you not to let him wear it... He went out like that, he was still young, how could he stand the strange eyes around him? It was you who said to let him be happy, and you cared about your principles, which hurt me son!"

The man let her sway, a crack appeared in his empty expression, he listened to the crazy reproach in his ears, finally waved his hands and broke free from the shackles as if he couldn't bear it, and shouted: "Enough, he is also my son!"

The woman fell to the ground without support, got up after wiping her face for a while, and closed the door behind her room as if fleeing.

"Sorry, teacher." The man's voice was long and tired: "What happened to Xiao Mo hit her and me too hard. But I am a man, I am her husband, and I am her only support... I said so much, thank you for coming here today, it can be regarded as giving me comfort in my heart, in fact, the child and I will leave here tomorrow."

"It's okay, we were the ones who were abrupt." Guan Yuzhou paused for a moment, then frowned indistinctly: "It's already decided to leave tomorrow?"

"Yes. Too many people have left this town. Staying here is like falling into a net, and you can't get out at all." The man lowered his head and sighed, then looked at the sky outside the window, hesitantly said: "If If there is nothing else to do next, the teacher will stay for dinner tonight?"

Guan Yuzhou said calmly: "Then I will disturb you."

"No problem, no problem. When Teacher Qian Wei came, he was resting in Xiao Mo's room. If you don't mind, you can go upstairs and stay for a while. I will call you down when dinner is ready. The weather outside is not good, I guess If there is going to be rain, the mountain road is more dangerous when it rains, and there is hot water at home, so if you don’t have time to leave, you can just spend the night here.”

This was exactly what they wanted, and Xia Zhuo agreed: "Okay!" After remembering how to write the word "reserved", he coughed twice and covered up: "We are more worried about your wife, why don't you take a look quickly ?”

"Hey, good." The man nodded repeatedly, "Xiao Mo's room is in the attic, and you can see it by going up the stairs."

After dismissing the hostess, Xia Zhuo was not polite, and immediately took Guan Yuzhou to the attic.

The wooden boards along the wall are studded with colorful thumbtacks, most of which are love awards from the community or progress awards from the school, some of which have faded due to damp, and Hu Zimo’s name can be vaguely seen on them.

Xia Zhuo looked at it, and then slowed down.He felt that he was in a state of uneasiness for no reason, and the restlessness pressed against his chest stirred his nerves again and again. When he looked up, Guan Yuzhou was also staring at him from a high place, with the same expression on his face as usual .

"Teacher Guan."

"Well, yes." Guan Yuzhou took the next step, brushing the hair that grew longer on his forehead behind his ears.

The time of the dream is static for the participants, but this is abnormal for Xia Zhuo.

Xia Zhuo leaned against his wrist and rubbed his soft cheek gently, "What happened to my parents after I died?"

Guan Yuzhou paused, and after a long time he said softly, "What do you remember?"

"Is my mother's surname Fang?"

"Ah."

"Then..." Xia Zhuo pressed closer, the more he realized his blankness of the past, the more he needed to shorten the distance with Guan Yuzhou.His eyes are bright, and there is usually no tension in him, "Then what is her name?"

"Her name is Fang Shulan."

"It sounds good! She must be a gentle beauty."

Guan Yuzhou smiled and said: "When you go back and tell her in person, she will be happy."

"You don't need to remind me, I will definitely say it." As if feeling a little embarrassed, Xia Zhuo bowed his back and quickly walked past him.

The space of more than ten square meters is low and bright, except for the bed, the largest area is the beveled wooden bookshelf located by the window. The semi-permeable gauze divides the room into two, so that everything does not look so clear. This is the secret base where Hu Zimo lived for 17 years.

Most of the house is covered with concrete floors, but the attic is specially paved with dark brown floors.A blue-gray carpet is placed in front of the door, a few pairs of seasonal slippers are placed aside, and a black umbrella that has been eliminated is placed in the corner.

Xia Zhuo touched the edge of the umbrella, and saw a box with a corner hidden behind the cabinet next to it.

This is a blue gift box, less than [-] centimeters wide, but more than twice as long as it is. The things that can be contained in it are special and narrow. His mind instantly came up with the ocean that was fished out of the wishing pool. Umbrella, "Do you think its color is similar to that umbrella?"

Guan Yuzhou lifted the lid of the box, and the silk and satin inside was still very new, the sign was pasted in the center, and the store name and description were in foreign languages, "Huang Yu said that Hu Zimo treasured the umbrella, and the most likely gift to him was the one that had been sold. Wei Jiaxiang of the country."

Xia Zhuo suddenly said: "No wonder Hu Zimo went back to the office to ask Wei Jiaxiang if he saw the umbrella."

"He knew that he was lost by his classmates, and the people who bullied him before have all experienced death one after another."

"Then Huang Yu is still alive because he made a special trip to apologize?"

Seeming to feel something abrupt, Guan Yuzhou paused for a while before saying: "It can only be said to be a current guess, and the specific reason cannot be determined yet."

After Xia Zhuo's calculations, there are only less than a quarter of the students left in the class, which means that the remaining three-quarters of the students have made targeted remarks to Hu Zimo before.He went to the bed and sat down, "This can be regarded as school violence. Every day, I am repeatedly pointed at by others, and I can't be around my parents who take care of me for a long time. That's why Wei Jiaxiang's existence is particularly important."

"Speech is like a sharp blade. It is even easier to use. You don't need to cut open a person's chest to hurt your heart." Guan Yuzhou walked to the bookshelf as he spoke, his eyes flicked among all kinds of books, casually I checked a few copies but didn't see the signature.

"What are you looking for?"

"Handwriting." Guan Yuzhou took out two fragments of love letters, "Although they were written silently by Huzi, this is just our guess so far."

It is not difficult to find the handwriting left by the former owner in such a place full of traces of life. As a student who is about to take the college entrance examination, Hu Zimo is the easiest thing to find out are the test papers and homework.

Perhaps because of the influence of many famous books since childhood, Hu Zimo's Chinese performance is not bad, on the contrary, it can be said that he can be ranked in the forefront of the whole grade.But in the end, I entered the sixth class because of the serious partial subjects, especially the few passing English, and the astonishing number of more than 40 points in the math test.

These test papers were piled up in a cardboard box under the bed, together with some homework books for the winter and summer vacations.Among them, there is a test paper that looks particularly old. Although there is no trace of crumpling, the corners have been worn away, and it is separated from the rest of the paper by a piece of A4 paper. It is buried in the bottom of the box like a treasure. At the bottom, it can be seen that it has been taken out and read repeatedly, but it is carefully put away again and again.

This is an English volume for the second semester of the second year of high school. The topic of the essay is to write a letter to a friend abroad, and introduce to him the most admired person in life.

Xia Zhuo was also sweating for his English ability, and soon he found that this level was still within his own ability. He understood the sentence that Hu Zimo wrote at the beginning: Hi, dear Peter, I would like to You introduce my favorite person.

The unnamed person in the letter is his elder, with a gentle and considerate personality, a mature and stable person, who brings him warmth all the time.The grammatical error-filled articles describe the other party's excellence upside down. The love is hidden under the respect, and it is handed over to the teacher for correction in the form of an answer sheet. It exceeds the limit of the grid and does not stop writing. It seems that when you think of the other party, you can have endless words .

Xia Zhuo looked down line by line, and the thoughts that had always been in his mind became clearer.Almost all the descriptions can be matched with Wei Jiaxiang, and at the end of the approval paper, a line of inconspicuous small words was written with a red pen: Iwill always be by your side.

I'm always by your side - another translator, I'll always be by your side.

As if being burned by the English characters that make up the sentence, Xia Zhuo took a hissing breath and stood up from the bed: "They don't really date, do they?"

With his large movements, the shredded paper fell from the crack like a feather, turned a corner in the air, and then fell under the bed.

He knelt down to pick it up reflexively, but the other hand also stretched out from under the bed, and when it was about to touch his wrist, a force pulled him behind him.

There are people under the bed.

Xia Zhuo's goosebumps instantly covered his arms, as if that hand had really touched him, and he took this opportunity to hold Guan Yuzhou's waist and complained in a low voice, "He doesn't say hello no matter what, you have to have basic skills to be a ghost." Be moral."

When dragging the box out earlier, Guan Yuzhou specifically checked that there was nothing else under the bed.But at the moment just now, he felt malice, as if it was attached to something, and it would be triggered when it was touched.

He used the handle of the black umbrella to part the bed sheet, and the lamp hanging from the ceiling cast warm yellow light into the blind corner, and the narrow space under the bed was immediately exposed to the view, let alone a person, not even the corpse of a bug .

"It's okay, don't be afraid." He rubbed the back of Xia Zhuo's hand with his fingertips as a comfort, and then tore off the sheet with unsteady steps like a koala, so that everything was transparently displayed in front of his eyes.After doing this, he picked up the shredded paper again, and the penultimate line of the poem gradually emerged from the blank paper: Losing everything, and having everything again.

Putting the three pieces of paper together, Xia Zhuo hooked his head and scanned it from top to bottom, "It's almost collected."

Guan Yuzhou twirled one of them, and his fingertips stayed on the first piece of paper they found for a few seconds, then came to the second one, and the third one they had just obtained.

"Any ideas?"

Xia Zhuo looked back and forth along his gestures, and asked stupidly: "What do you think?"

Guan Yuzhou reminded: "The order in which the poems appear."

Xia Zhuo read it again.

【In my barren land, you are the last rose.

Last cable, my last hope babbles and sings for you.

Lose everything and gain everything.

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The poem appears backwards, and so far there is only the last sentence left. He understood when Guan Yuzhou's fingertips were hanging on the blank space that he had not yet obtained: "It's like counting down!"