Be at the same table with the rumored boss

It must have been a long time ago, when I was riding my bicycle home after school, I went to the door and "squeaked—" as soon as the brakes sounded, the door was pushed open from the inside.

At this time, he only needs to push the car into the house, take out his homework and lie down on the table to write for a while, and then he can hear Ms. Zhao calling him to eat.

Su Mianyang likes weekends the most. Ms. Zhao is off work and stays at home embroidering cross-stitch. He does his homework with his back facing the sun in the living room. When he raised his eyes, it happened to be when the sun was strong, even though he didn’t understand the meaning of nostalgia at that time , Su Mianyang has already kept that scene in his memory.

When I was in kindergarten, other children had to take a nap, but he was the only one who was full of energy and didn’t want to lie on the bed. The teacher was afraid that he would delay other people’s sleep, so he asked Su Mianyang to sit on the stairs and wait alone.

It was probably a habit developed at this time. Later, he was still not able to really integrate into the group, and he didn't like to play with people of the same age group. Even in group activities, he must be the one who sat by and watched others.

It's not that no one wants to play with him, but that Su Mianyang really doesn't like to make noise, after a long time of quietness, he really likes to sit quietly alone.

From the rising of the sun to the starry sky, the dew on the flowers and the late birds returning home, these seem to be the most memories from childhood to the present.

Later, the house was always filled with the smell of traditional Chinese medicine. Ms. Zhao picked the time when he was not at home to cook the medicine. It was not until she forgot to open the window when she came home that the smell of traditional Chinese medicine had not had time to completely dissipate. Su Mianyang realized that How long has Ms. Zhao been hiding it from him.

After the secret was discovered, Ms. Zhao said embarrassingly, "It smells bad", and ran to the window and opened it.

Su Mianyang sniffed it deeply for a while. Frankly speaking, the smell is very special. Coupled with Ms. Zhao's attitude, he can answer naturally without being taught: "It smells good, it's very novel, and it's not annoying at all."

Ms. Zhao leaned against the window sill and laughed.

He thought it would be like this in the future, until Ms. Zhao stewed ribs soup for him for the last time, and held him in her arms and stuffed a passbook.

Su Mianyang didn't know what happened, but it was strange that his instinct made him resist accepting Ms. Zhao's gift.

"Mom, it's not too good to pass it on to me now, isn't it?" Su Mianyang joked, "It won't be too late in the future."

But Ms. Zhao said that now is the most suitable time. Su Mianyang asked the reason, but she refused to say more, but forced him to give him the bankbook.

Until December 12th, when the school took a random test, the subject he had prepared for a long time got stuck for no reason. No matter what, he couldn't figure out the logic of the question. Su Mianyang hurriedly filled up the test paper and handed it in.

When he walked outside the classroom, more and more layers of sadness came to his heart, and Su Mianyang shed tears for no reason.

He reached out and touched the wet eye sockets, and for a long time he couldn't figure out why he was crying. It wasn't until the moment before he was called into the office by the head teacher and answered the phone call from his family that Su Mianyang realized why he was crying. .

Because the person who loved him the most in this world is gone, even if he doesn't know it, his body instinct will not forget it.

Su Mianyang cried for a long time that day, till the end his voice became hoarse and his eyes were swollen to the point where he couldn’t open his eyes at all. He thought he had cried all his tears, but the fact was that when he saw the kalimba that Ms. Zhao often used, Tears fell silently again.

Since that day, Su Mianyang never cried again, he went to another extreme.

It's time to eat and drink. It seems that he doesn't remember Ms. Zhao's affairs at all, and even when others say something about Ms. Zhao, he has to interrupt impatiently.

Many people said that the child was so forgetful that his mother would not let him mention it for a long time. Later, many people said that even Su Mianyang himself thought so. Same.

This was even more so after he lived in school. He never felt that he had lost Ms. Zhao forever. He only felt that she had gone on a long journey. The two of them were far apart, but one day they would meet again.

But people will always realize that they are lost. First, the number of dreams becomes less and less, and then the original traces in life are slowly erased.

Missing someone is more inadvertent. When hearing a song that Ms. Zhao once recommended to him, Su Mianyang almost blurted out "my mother said she likes this song very much" at the dinner table.

But reason can always come at this moment, and he swallowed the words that came to his lips, fearing that it would irritate Su Gu, and he didn't want Su Gu to experience the same emotions as himself.

It is Su Gu who will express his nostalgia more often, and he can even calmly tell Su Mianyang the jokes that Ms. Zhao made when she was still alive.

In many moments, Su Mianyang wondered how much Su Gu was sad, and whether he was the only one who missed someone with such a deep heart.

The continuous temperature from the joints of the knuckles told Su Mianyang that he was not alone, at least on the stage in the auditorium, Xiao Lang stood with him.

Maybe they will hold hands like this forever.

At the next moment, the strength in his hand suddenly disappeared, pulling Su Mianyang back to reality. He was still a little dazed, and subconsciously turned to look at Xiao Lang, and saw Xiao Lang looking at the person with a complicated expression.

So Su Mianyang followed Xiao Lang's gaze and looked forward, and Pan Xueying stood in front of the two of them.

"I heard that your school organizes activities, and parents can also come to see them. I just came today when I have nothing to do." Pan Xueying stretched out her hand and squeezed Xiao Lang's shoulders. ,come and see."

"Hello, Auntie." At this time, Su Mianyang quickly realized that he felt somewhat uncomfortable, but he still pretended to be relaxed and greeted Pan Xueying.

"I still remember you, Sheep, your name is very cute," Pan Xueying said with a smile, "Thanks to you for taking care of my son at school, Auntie likes you very much, let Xiao Lang take you home for dinner when she is free."

"Then I can't be polite," Su Mianyang smiled and patted Xiao Lang's shoulder blades, "Auntie finally came to see you, so I won't bother you, I'll go first, and wait for you to come back at night bedroom."

"En." Xiao Lang didn't say anything else.

So Su Mianyang left as if fleeing. He was also afraid of Pan Xueying's gaze, not because he didn't dare to take responsibility, but because he was afraid that those eyes that belonged to his mother were full of sadness and anger.

If Ms. Pan knew about his relationship with Xiao Lang, if Ms. Pan hated their relationship, if Ms. Pan wanted them to break up, what would Xiao Lang do?

If Xiao Lang let go of his hand, would he have the courage to hold Xiao Lang tight again?

Su Mianyang lay on the bed for a long time without thinking.He fell asleep in a daze, and seemed to hear the slight sound of the dormitory door opening and closing in his sleep, but Su Mianyang didn't have the strength to move, so he simply turned over and fell into a deeper dream.

When Su Mianyang woke up the next day, his eyelids were abnormally heavy, his throat was uncomfortable and his nose was not ventilated, which was probably the result of kicking the quilt last night.He didn't have the strength to get up, and hissed while covering his head.

"Are you awake?" Xiao Lang tidied himself up a long time ago, "Caught a cold?"

Su Mianyang let out a weak "hmm".

"Do you want me to ask the teacher for a vacation?" Xiao Lang asked.

"It's okay, the cold is not serious, if you just kiss me, maybe it will be fine." Su Mianyang said on the bed.

"With all due respect, it will only cause us to catch a cold together." The upper bunks of the two were next to each other, and there was no obstacle between the head of the bed. Xiao Lang climbed to the head of the bed, reached out and touched Su Mianyang's forehead, and withdrew after confirming that there was no fever. hands.

After finishing these, Xiao Lang still kept this posture and got closer, lowering his head and looking at Su Mianyang.

This angle is very pleasing to the eye, or it can be said that his boyfriend looks good no matter which angle it is, because Su Mianyang is lying on his back, and someone who suddenly appears from above his perspective is more like a cat that suddenly enters the mirror, with sly eyes with light.

Just when Su Mianyang was guessing Xiao Lang's intentions, Xiao Lang suddenly lowered his head, and gently kissed the corner of his lips with the scent of soap in the morning sun.

"Get well soon." Xiao Lang said in his ear.

Su Mianyang didn't react, his eyes widened for a moment, and when he recalled it, only Xiao Lang's flashing figure was left.

Su Mianyang touched the corner of her lips that had been kissed, leaned sideways and propped her head on one hand, looked at someone under the bed and called out, "Doctor Xiao."

Xiao Lang looked up at him pretending to be calm.

"Is this medicine three times a day as usual?" Su Mianyang asked with raised eyebrows.

"This dose is enough. Taking too much medicine will have side effects on the body, so be careful of poisoning." Xiao Lang replied mercilessly.

"Ah..." Su Mianyang lay back on the bed, "I just talked about Juliet as my boyfriend."

Su Mianyang raised his head to look at the incandescent lamp on the ceiling, probably never looked directly at it so seriously, there was a kind of stinging glare when he stared blankly.

Su Mianyang couldn't help turning his head, his voice was very soft, as if he was talking to himself: "It's too fake, it seems like I'm dreaming."

"What?" Xiao Lang who was packing things under the bed answered casually.

"Knowing you, falling in love with you, and finally you agree to be with me, everything is too fake, like a dream, after waking up from the dream, I'm still that self-defeating single dog."

At the end Su Mianyang also found it funny, "You just slap me awake, I really don't believe I can be so lucky."

Xiao Lang paused for a moment, before he could react, Su Mianyang said again: "Farewell, if this is a dream, I hope I will never wake up."

Xiao Lang lowered his eyes and didn't speak.

After they never had a serious discussion, they always talked about tomorrow with arrogance and jokes, talking too much as if they were really not afraid of anything.

In fact, Xiao Lang also knew that whether it was Jiang Yu's scrutinizing gaze or Ms. Pan's aware tone, he subconsciously let go of Su Mianyang's hand and repeatedly denied the established reality.

This relationship seems to be tied to a nearly transparent hair, even if a gust of wind blows, it will be crumbling, and finally fall into the abyss, beyond redemption.

They are like criminals who have been detained without trial. They don't know when the death trial will be issued, so the two of them are so tacitly silent, and they can only cherish every day and every minute together.

"If...you want to end it," Xiao Lang paused, "don't worry about anything, just leave."

Su Mianyang was silent for a while, and then laughed out loud, "Don't dream, the boyfriend I have managed to catch up with, will never let go of it for the rest of my life, so die of this heart."

Xiao Lang turned his head, pretending he didn't hear this sentence.

The cicadas were singing loudly outside the window, and the heat of midsummer fell on Xiao Lang's desk through the luxuriant branches and leaves of the elm tree. He looked along the beam of light, but was blocked by the barbed wire again.

They didn't do anything heinous, they just fell in love with someone who also happened to like themselves.

If only the rest of the world felt that way.