bad kid

Ruan Zhimu was dubious.

After several rounds of encore, the concert ended and the audience left one after another.

Ruan Zhimu waited in his seat, looking east and west, and suddenly saw a slender black figure behind the stage, which seemed to be the sister cellist who accompanied Lu Xuefeng just now.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but he seemed to see her looking this way.

I wanted to stretch my neck to take a closer look, but the other party was already gone.

Ruan Zhimu and Yan Yue walked out one after the other.

Ruan Zhimu: "It's the first time I watched the concert, it was quite, um, quite lively."

He is very rough in art, has little research on music, and can't tell the truth.

Yan Yue: "Yes."

Ruan Zhimu: "Thank you for your ticket."

Yan Yue: "."

Ruan Zhimu: "It's just that I didn't understand. You said you wanted to tell me about your family. Why did you bring me to the concert today? Do your parents like this singer very much?"

Yan Yue: "Is this your guess?"

Ruan Zhimu: "There is another guess. I have been holding back for a day, and I don't know how to say it."

Yan Yue: "If you want to ask, today may be the only chance. Maybe tomorrow I will regret it."

Ruan Zhimu: "..."

It's so straightforward to play tricks.

Ruan Zhimu gritted his teeth: "I heard that Lu Xuefeng has been married for more than ten years, and the children are all in elementary school."

He watched Yan Yue's expression carefully.

There was no abnormality on Yan Yue's face: "I can't tell, you are quite gossip."

"It's not about my gossip," Ruan Zhimu couldn't hold back, "He, he's married! Even if you like men, can't you like a younger one?"

Falling in love with a celebrity sounds a bit bizarre.

But for people from Yan Yue's family background, it doesn't seem so weird.

Yan Yue: "?"

He finally reacted: "Who do you think he is me?"

Ruan Zhimu: "That adult man you like... Isn't it Lu Xuefeng?"

Yan Yue: "..."

He suddenly wanted to pry Ruan Zhimu's head open to see if it contained cheese milk cap or poplar nectar.

A normally developing brain would not be able to come up with such an outrageous guess.

The two walked to the corner of the back door of the gymnasium.

Most of the crowd had receded, and it was unusually quiet here.

Ruan Zhimu was about to continue asking, when suddenly there was a rush of footsteps behind him.

"Please, please wait a moment."

A handsome young woman with waist-length hair ran over.

Wearing a beige short windbreaker and white trousers, she looks about 27 or [-] years old, with an elegant temperament.

Ruan Zhimu recognized it as the cellist from the concert just now.

She wasn't wearing a tux and still looked radiant.

Ruan Zhimu didn't know her, but there were no other people around, and the woman was indeed talking to them.

Ruan Zhimu stopped in surprise.

"I didn't know you would come," the woman gasped, and looked at Yan Yue earnestly, "You, are you free now? Let's go to a nearby tea restaurant for a while, okay?"

Yan Yue was expressionless: "No need, I just came with my classmate, I didn't know you were here."

"Classmate" Ruan Zhimu was sandwiched between the two, looking at the woman and at Yan Yue.

Confused, dare not let out the atmosphere.

The woman looked a little disappointed, and tried to smile: "That's okay... Since we are friends, let's sit together for a while, I invite you..."

"No, I have something else to do."

Yan Yue grabbed Ruan Zhimu's arm and walked towards the subway station.

Ruan Zhimu hurt a little from his grasp.

But he suddenly felt that Yan Yue was not as easy as it seemed on the surface, holding him so tightly.

He heard Yan Yue's pulse coming through his wrist, thump, thump, thump, thump.

It seems to be nervous, and it seems to be seeking support.

-

Ruan Zhimu and Yan Yue stood side by side in the subway, one holding on to the railing and the other on the handrail.

The concert had just ended, and there were so many people in the subway that the small carriages were packed to the brim.

Ruan Zhimu thought of a clichéd metaphor "canned sardines".

Yan Yue remained silent.

Ruan Zhimu secretly glanced at Yan Yue after a while, hesitant to speak.

Get off the subway and go to a place where there are few people.

Ruan Zhimu whispered: "Actually, you did come here for the lady just now."

Some details are connected in series, and things that were originally incomprehensible gradually become clear.

During the concert just now, Yan Yue showed great interest in the last song, staring at the stage without blinking.

He thought that Yan Yue was looking at Lu Xuefeng, but he was not, Yan Yue was looking at the cellist.

When the camera was aimed at him at first, Yan Yue ducked back and avoided the camera, probably because he didn't want to be seen by her.

Yan Yue came to see her on purpose, but didn't want to be seen by her.

What is her identity?

Ruan Zhimu said cautiously: "Is she your sister? Fa Xiao? Or... a former date?"

Combined with the woman's age and lack of imagination, he could only think of these possibilities.

Yan Yue rolled his eyes.

"She's my mother."

Ruan Zhimu: "...??!"

-

Ruan Zhimu opened his eyes again.

For the first time, he knew that there are really women who are nearly forty years old who can look like girls in their twenties.

It is also the first time I know that there will be such a strange way of getting along between mother and child.

Yan Yue's mother's attitude when she spoke just now... a low profile that was visible to the naked eye.

It was as if he had done something to offend his son.

Yan Yue looked a little depressed and didn't want to talk much.

Ruan Zhimu didn't want to force him, so he stopped talking.

It was getting late, and the twilight was coming together, and the smell of home-cooked food came from the residential buildings in all directions.

After returning home, Ruan Zhimu cooked a pot of millet porridge, took out a few bean paste buns and shredded radish buns from the refrigerator, and steamed them in a steamer until they were hot and soft.

The two finished their dinner in silence.

Ruan Zhimu put down his job: "Go to the rooftop to watch the stars? I read the news that there will be a huge Leonid meteor shower tonight."

Yan Yue: "What a lame reason to chat."

Ruan Zhimu: "..."

"Then give me some face," Ruan Zhimu said cheekily, "I've worked so hard to get to know you, so please give me a little response. I wasn't so attentive when chasing class girls in middle school."

Yan Yue: "Have you ever chased after a girl?"

"Hey, I messed around with my buddies in middle school. At that time, I didn't know what I liked or didn't like. I only knew that people around me were chasing me. If I caught up, I would definitely have some face."

Yan Yue: "Did you catch up later?"

Ruan Zhimu: "Send flowers, dresses, and treats to dinner. I chased after her in a month. Later, when she heard that I was chasing her for a bet, she cried and kicked me again."

Yan Yue snorted and laughed.

I don't know what to say to please him, but Yan Yue is finally willing to go up and have a chat with him.

Ruan Zhimu used to like to chat with friends on the rooftop, which is a relaxing place.

Empty, far away, quiet, the stars and the moon are close at hand, people become extremely small, but also extremely grand.

Under the stars, even the most introverted person can become cheerful and talkative.

When they first fell in love with Zhan Zihang, they often chatted on the rooftop.

Later, Zhan Zihang felt that it was not romantic enough, what was the meaning of the dark concrete floor, he refused to go again, so he moved a chair, a plate of peanuts and a bottle of beer by himself, listening to ghost stories or dazed on the rooftop, and just stayed there. midnight.

Ruan Zhimu patiently chatted with Yan Yue until after nine o'clock, and finally learned the inside story that he didn't know before.

About the Yan family, about Yan Yue, about his parents.

Only part of what Yan Minghua told Ruan Zhimu was true.

It's not that Yan Minghua deliberately concealed it, but Yan Minghua himself is also an outsider in this small family, and he doesn't fully understand the matter.

Yan Yue was not the victim of his parents' divorce, on the contrary, he was the one who contributed to their parents' divorce.

Yan Zuncheng is a rare person who has extremely high demands on himself and others. This "high demand" does not mean that his wife is as strict and self-disciplined as he is obsessed with work, but that he has a strong desire to control everything around him. .

He hoped that his son would be a clever and proud son of heaven, and at the same time, he hoped that his wife would be weak and cute, ignorant of worldly affairs, and could only depend on him to survive.

Yan Yue's mother is Qiao Yu. When she met Yan Zuncheng, she was a girl in her early twenties. Because she studied art since she was a child, she was full of beautiful fantasies about married life.She naively feels that Yan Zuncheng's desire to control represents the charm of a mature man, and her parents and friends also think that Yan Zuncheng is a "marriage quality man" that meets social standards.

It was only after a year of marriage that she discovered Yan Zuncheng's true thoughts.

Yan Zuncheng provided her with food and clothing unconditionally, called her valuable living expenses every month, and responded to her unreasonable demands. He seemed to be a model husband.

The only thing is that Yan Zuncheng does not allow her to work.

In Yan Zuncheng's cognition, the sign of a successful man is to have a beautiful and delicate wife at home, and he only needs to be responsible for shopping and doing beauty treatments every day, and his fingers are not in the sun.

The wife is his showpiece, the success of his love and career.

In particular, Qiao Yu's major is cello. Before she got married, she would go to the symphony orchestra to perform every week, and teach children in training classes in her spare time.

In Yan Zuncheng's circle, such hard work would be ridiculed, which means that the husband is incompetent.

After getting married, all Qiao Yu's jobs were forced to stop.

Yan Zuncheng even strictly stipulated her dress, she must wear luxury brand new ready-made clothes when she goes out, and she must wear high heels to enter and leave the banquet.

Even though Qiao Yu has flat arches and round feet, she is not suitable for wearing high heels.

After being forced to adapt to high heels, my heels were swollen for 20 days a month, and a thick layer of calluses developed on the soles of my feet.

Qiao Yu is well-bred and doesn't quarrel, so the family fell into a long-term cold war.

As far as Yan Yue could remember, his mother didn't talk to his father very much. When they were at home, they usually played the piano, cello, or read a book.

Qiao Yu read a lot of books, some of which were in French. When Yan Yue was young, he would pester his mother to read stories to her. Qiao Yu had never read it, but just called a nanny to take care of him.

The nanny hugged him and told "Grimm's Fairy Tales" over and over again.

Only when Yan Yue grew up did he realize that the book Qiao Yu read most often was Duras's "The Sound of the Piano".

At the birthday party when she was nine years old, Qiao Yu asked Yan Yue to make a wish.

Yan Yue swallowed a big mouthful of cake and said, you two should get a divorce, Yan Zuncheng doesn't love you at all.

Qiao Yu's financial strength is far inferior to Yan Zuncheng's, but she can get a lot of assets. If Yan Yue asks to follow his mother, the court is likely to award him to his mother.

But Yan Yue resolutely chose Yan Zuncheng.

The day Qiao Yu left home, she cried a lot. She hugged Yan Yue and said sorry, sorry baby, but Yan Yue didn't shed a single tear.

Everyone thought that Yan Yue hated the poor and loved the rich, and that he planned to plan for his future at a young age.

Only Yan Zuncheng knew why.

The day after the divorce, he dragged Yan Yue to the paternity testing center.

The results of the appraisal showed that Yan Yue was indeed his biological son.

Yan Zuncheng was beyond comprehension, grabbed Yan Yue's collar and yelled hysterically, asking him why he was a white-eyed wolf and why he wanted to sow discord between his parents.

Yan Yue just stared at the crystal chandelier on the ceiling, expressionless.

Divorce was a relief for Qiao Yu, and it was also for him.

With a nine-year-old son, it would be difficult for Qiao Yu to find another good partner.

So he had to follow Yan Zuncheng.

After the divorce, Yan Zuncheng remarried less than a year later.

This time, he had a clear goal and married Guan Peisheng, Fan Tianxue, a newcomer from his company.

Fan Tianxue was ten years younger than him. She was a beautiful and obedient woman with no strong opinions. She readily accepted what Qiao Yu couldn't accept. After marriage, she became a wealthy wife comfortably and soon gave birth to a son.

Fan Tianxue didn't like Yan Yue, and Yan Yue didn't want to deal with her.

When the family of three had a happy dinner together, Yan Yue would often shut himself in the room, as if isolated into another world.

Yan Zuncheng only paid special attention to him when the report card was sent out every month.

As for that concern, Yan Yue has been tired of it for more than ten years, and he no longer needs it.

-

After Ruan Zhimu listened, he couldn't recover for a long time.

He originally thought that Yan Yue was just a naive and rebellious young man, relying on his family's money, he was too idle to panic, so he went against his family every day.

Never thought he would go through so many things.

Ruan Zhimu: "So... you bought the concert tickets specially to see her from afar."

I miss my mother, but don't want to disturb her current life, so I stand in the bustling auditorium and quietly take a look.

That's why, when being photographed by the camera, Yan Yue's first reaction was to back away from the camera.

Yan Yue lay back on the seat, looking at the starry sky in the distance: "It's just a coincidence."

Ruan Zhimu: "You've told me so many secrets, why are you so stubborn."

Yan Yue: "Hmph."

Ruan Zhimu: "Have you ever thought about it, your mother doesn't know what you think, she may misunderstand, thinking that you have been blaming her for why she didn't take you away in the first place, so she behaved when she saw you. so guilty."

Yan Yue was startled, moved his fingers, and curled up unconsciously.

Ruan Zhimu smiled and said, "Concert tickets are also quite expensive. Let's meet at the coffee shop next time. It's much cheaper."

Yan Yue remained silent.

But his body seemed to relax slowly, and after a while, his hands naturally rested on the armrests of the rocking chair.

He breathed a sigh of relief silently, and it was probably the first time he told these secrets to outsiders, as if a heavy burden had been lifted from his heart.

Ruan Zhimu swayed slowly on the recliner for a while, and threw a peanut into his mouth.

Suddenly I heard Yan Yue say "thank you" to him.

The sound is small, but clear and unusual.

Ruan Zhimu waved his hand and threw another handful of peanuts into his mouth.

A plate of peanuts bottomed out.

Ruan Zhimu stretched his waist: "Go back to sleep, it's almost 10:30."

Yan Yue: "I told you all my secrets, what about yours?"

Ruan Zhimu pretended to be stupid: "I, Ruan, have been walking in the rivers and lakes for 23 years. I don't change my name or surname.

Yan Yue narrowed his eyes, and his tone was a little dangerous: "I told you all my most private things, is that how you are perfunctory?"

Ruan Zhimu: "..."

"Another day," classmate Xiao Yan's eyes were too lethal, he could only give in, "Today is too late, you have to go to school tomorrow morning, I can't delay your school. Another day, another day we will talk, I will know everything Words are endless."

Yan Yue: "Okay, I will remember."

-

In the blink of an eye, it is the end of the year.

Yan Yue has been here for almost four months.

After chatting every night on the stage that day, the two became more and more familiar, and they almost talked about everything.

Regarding the matter of Yan Yue asking him to "tell the secret", Ruan Zhimu originally wanted to be perfunctory, but Yan Yue's memory is surprisingly good on this matter, and he would stare at him whenever he had time.

Ruan Zhimu had no choice but to tell him about his life, family, studies, and all kinds of trivial things.

Except for Zhan Zihang.

-

December 12th, Christmas Eve.

Ruan Zhimu had an evening class that day, got off the subway, walked back to the community, and called Yan Yue tremblingly: "Don't go to sleep, I'll buy a small cake and Ping An fruit to go back, and you cook the lotus root powder on it." , wait for me to go back for supper."

Yan Yue: "Apple and lotus root starch, what a wonderful combination."

Ruan Zhimu smiled: "Because the lotus root starch is about to expire, I have to finish it before January."

Ruan Zhimu hung up the phone and tucked his neck into the thick scarf.

The scarf was given to him by Yan Yue a few days ago. It was said to be a Christmas present. The color is soft and milky white, and the embroidery pattern of the red Santa hat is very festive.

Ruan Zhimu liked the fluffy feel, so he wore it early in the morning.

It was still a little too hot in the morning, but it is just right now.

He walked upstairs in the cold wind, and the corridor lights lit up one by one.

The fourth floor is here.

The lights on the fourth floor were already on before he came.

Ruan Zhimu's footsteps were slightly stagnant, and he raised his head.

The door of his house was open.

Yan Yue and Zhan Zihang, one standing inside the door and the other outside, were silently looking at each other.

It was only then that Ruan Zhimu remembered that Zhan Zihang seemed to have said that he would come back during the winter vacation.

The winter vacation of the Hong Kong school is at the end of December, near Christmas.

When Zhan Zihang saw him, he was ecstatic: "Mumu, you're back."

He dropped the suitcase and rushed over to hug him, wrapping his arms around his back.

Ruan Zhimu heard his heartbeat and was as anxious as a drum beating, hitting his temples one after another.

Ruan Zhimu froze in place.

Over Zhan Zihang's shoulder, he saw Yan Yue.

Yan Yue stared at them motionless, his eyes hidden in the shadow of the door frame, dim.

Zhan Zihang's strength was so great that he couldn't breathe.

Ruan Zhimu struggled.

Zhan Zihang hugged him even tighter: "I took the first flight back, just to see you sooner. I'm back. If you have any questions, I will tell you and explain everything to you. Don't ignore me anymore."

Ruan Zhimu: "Get out of here."

Zhan Zihang: "You're so cold, let's go inside, okay? I'll tell you what happened in the past few months."

Seeing that Ruan Zhimu was still struggling hard, he wanted to bow his head and kiss him in a moment of urgency.

When his lips were only two centimeters short, Zhan Zihang suddenly felt someone jerk the back of his neck, staggered, and almost fell to the ground.

Zhan Zihang almost suffocated, grabbed his collar, took a sharp breath, and cursed.

Yan Yue grabbed Ruan Zhimu's wrist and pulled him over.

Ruan Zhimu crashed into Yan Yue's arms.

Yan Yue put his left arm around Ruan Zhimu's waist, protecting most of his body in his arms.

He looked at Zhan Zihang and said expressionlessly, "Didn't you hear that he told you to get out of here?"

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