Like a swallow returning to its nest

Very happy, but the sky is always dawn, the magic disappears, the sun pierces the illusion, they are destined to part.

A moment of joy stolen during the day will be returned at night.

"Will you miss me?" Jane asked before parting, holding hands with her under the camphor tree.

Xiao Lai nodded vigorously, "Yes."

"Then why do you miss me?" Fang Jian asked.

Xiao Lai said, "Yesterday was bedtime."

"It's gone?"

"Gone."

Fang Jian pouted unhappily, "I've been thinking about it."

"Then thank you!" Xiao Lai smiled.

Fang Jian: "...You're welcome."

No matter how much you dawdle, no matter how reluctant you are, you will eventually go to parting time.Fang Jian didn't dare to delay her too much rest time, so she slammed the taxi door cruelly, and waved, "I'm leaving."

"See you tonight!" Xiao Lai winked at her.

Fang Jian looked at her through the rear glass, her eyes widened, and Xiao Lai became smaller and smaller, and was gradually submerged by the traffic and could no longer be seen.

Immediately, a huge gap hit, Fang Jian's breathing accelerated, her heart contracted violently, her nasal cavity was sore, and she uncontrollably covered her face with her hands and wept.

The taxi driver glanced at her several times in the central rearview mirror. Fang Jian has been ill for many years, and Fang Jian has already practiced the ability to ignore the eyes of others.

As the journey home drew closer, I picked up the scattered emotions on the floor and put them together. When I got off the car, the tears had been wiped dry, and the fisherman's hat covered the red eye sockets. Fang Jian returned to the listless look of the past. At home, Doudou, a little shih tzu flicked her tail to welcome her.

During breakfast time, her parents were in the restaurant downstairs. When Fang Jian was changing shoes at the door, she was glad that what she was wearing today was not her sister's clothes, otherwise she would not know what kind of humiliation she would face.

"Where did you go again?" Fangzheng was in his early fifties, but his mental outlook was better than most young people. His temples were not white, his facial features were resolute and deep, and his voice was like a bell.

Fang Jian was always afraid of him to death. If she wanted to talk about the benefits of being mentally ill, it would be that she could dare to confront her father because of her illness.

Of course not all the time, Fang Jian’s father in his heart is the desert butcher Renekton in the League of Legends. It looks like a ferocious and terrifying crocodile, holding a half-moon copper Liu, and the ground trembles three times when stepping on it. You can also see the anger value on the top of the head.She usually flashes and sprints to escape when her rage is about to reach its peak.

Fang Jian looked up, "Father, Mom, good morning." Taking a look at the anger value by the way, it's okay, 5.00%.

"Come here for breakfast." Gu Yinglan waved at her, "There are crystal shrimp dumplings, your favorite, come quickly."

Mom has forgotten the rule that the family dog ​​and Fang Jian are not allowed to sit on the table.

Fang Jian took off her hat, rubbed two handfuls of her crushed hair indiscriminately, and stood still, "Mom, I've eaten."

"What do you eat?" the crocodile said.

"Soy milk fritters."

"junk food."

Fang Jian was speechless, "Why are soybean milk and fried dough sticks junk food...?" The added "what" is a good explanation of her family status.

The crocodile snorted, "The hawkers outside use gutter oil and re-frying oil, and they eat indiscriminately even when they know they are sick!"

"I'm mentally ill, not stomach cancer." Fang Jian quickly rolled her eyes while he was drinking porridge with his head down.People all over the street were eating, but no one died from eating it.

"Then why are you so thin like a ghost? You often sneak out and eat indiscriminately. Where did you go last night? You came back after a night of madness."

Fang Jian didn't blush, "Playing games at my friend's house."

"Again those cronies from your previous band?"

Fang Jian: "Yes."

The crocodile was so choked that he had nothing to say, silently accumulating anger points, Gu Yinglan made a rescue, "Playing games, winning or losing will affect your mood, so let's take it in moderation."

Fang Jian: "Okay, Mom."

The crocodile bowed its head and said nothing, its anger value was suspended at 70.00% five, Fang Jian secretly breathed a sigh of relief, "Then I will go back to my room."

By the fence on the second floor, Aunt Jiang patted her on the back, followed her into the house, closed the door, and the two whispered about themselves.

"Is it the other party's treat again?"

"Yeah." Fang Jian laughed, "I also ate fried rice and crayfish last night."

"Very good!" Aunt Jiang took her hand, "Eat more at night, so that you can grow meat on your body."

Fang Jian felt that what she said made sense. The reason why she was so thin, neinei was almost gone, was because she ate too little supper.

Was it because she was afraid that she would be deceived, Aunt Jiang carefully asked, "What kind of person is he, why do you always date at night?"

"It's a girl." Fang Jian said, "College student, she is working part-time now, and her working hours are at night."

"Ah—" Aunt Jiang was stunned, unable to close her mouth for a long time.

As expected, Fang Jian put on her pajamas and went into the bathroom, "I'm taking a shower."

Fang Jian kept many things from her parents and sister, but she never concealed it from Aunt Jiang. She confessed her sexual orientation to her more than once, but really dating girls and having sex are two different things. Fang Jian gave her time to digest it slowly. .

Xiao Lai told her to go there later, Fang Jian didn't set the alarm, woke up at [-]:[-] pm, took out her phone to check the time, and a message popped up on WeChat, she suddenly remembered that they had exchanged contact information before they left in the morning!

Lai's profile picture is a cute brown foal, and the number in the dialog box is three in red dots.

——I miss you in the shower and before going to bed.

—I missed you while doing the laundry.

——Let’s go out to eat!I promise to miss you when I eat.

The time is nine o'clock in the morning, five o'clock in the afternoon and six o'clock in the afternoon.Fang Jian counted with her fingers, and barely slept for eight hours.

--I woke up.

Xiao Lai sent her back a photo of jelly and bottled yogurt filled with red chili in a white porcelain bowl.

——It looks delicious.

Xiao Lai asked: You should also go to eat quickly, I will go to work after eating!

Fang Jian replied: Good.

It was just a very ordinary conversation. Fang Jian held the phone and read it from beginning to end three or four times, and then clicked on her profile picture to check the information column.

Her nickname is 'Jiang Xiaolai', and her WeChat account is her name in lowercase pinyin and her birthday. She is two years younger than her and is a younger sister born in spring.

"So cute."

She even honestly filled in the area column of Nanzhou Taoyang, which is not the spiritual hometown that young people yearn for now-Bermuda and Iceland.

Xiao Lai's circle of friends was blank, Fang Jian sat on the bed, biting her fingernails and pondering for a while, and searched for 'Jiang Xiaolai' on Weibo.

Seven or eight avatars popped up in the user bar, and Fang Jian clicked in one by one to look at them, and finally decided on the target.

On the top is a little pony who is the same as her WeChat avatar!

Different from the limited content displayed in the small square frame of the head portrait, this photo is more complete. The foal is chewing grass with its head down, and Xiao Lai is standing beside it, with sneakers, loose plaid trousers, a close-fitting white vest, and two ponytails one in front of one. Finally, leaning on the horse's back, he smiled so hard that he couldn't see his teeth.

Behind her was the exaggeratedly blue sky and the boundless grassland. The sun was shining brightly. She just showed her face and arms without even wearing a hat.

No wonder it's so tanned.

But she looks so happy, the foal, the blue sky, the green grass are so desirable in the photo.

Fang Jian stared at the photo in a daze. A mental patient had a wide-ranging mind, and many beautiful imaginations appeared in her mind.

Walking hand in hand with Xiao Lai on the high slope, riding on horseback, dancing around the bonfire, lying on the grass watching the stars, looking at each other inadvertently, slowly approaching, kissing...

She couldn't help giggling out loud: "Hehe...hehe...hehe..."

Aunt Jiang opened the door and delivered dinner, the tray was placed on the dining table, a little confused, "Jane Jane?"

Fang Jian regained consciousness, wiped the drool from the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand, turned off her phone and got up, "I had a sweet dream."

Pulling out the chair and sitting at the table, Fang Jian continued to flip through her Weibo, most of which were reposted food tutorials, she clicked on them one by one, imagining that the cooking hands in the video were Xiao Lai's, Imagine that she is wearing an apron in the kitchen, lowering her head and chopping chopped green onions quickly and well, glancing at how hot the vegetables in the pot are, pulling out a paper towel to wipe her hands, and stirring with a wooden spoon...

If you live with Xiao Lai, you will be very happy.

At this time, Aunt Jiang pulled the chair across from her and sat down, coughed lightly, Fang Jian raised her head, "What's wrong."

"I figured it out." Aunt Jiang said, "It took me a few hours to figure it out, but girls are actually pretty good."

Fang Jian tilted her head in doubt, and Aunt Jiang smiled and held her wrist, "You are sick, and your disease cannot be cured. Once you get sick, you have to take medicine, and if it is serious, you have to be hospitalized... Oh, that is to say, if it is a woman Child, can you be less injured!"

"I go out late and come back early. You're afraid that I'll get pregnant outside, aren't you?"

Aunt Jiang slapped her lightly, "I know you still say it!"

"It's impossible to get pregnant, it's a real girl."

Aunt Jiang nodded to express her understanding, her eyes were empty, as an elder, she habitually considered the further future for her children, "It's just that your father, he, has a relatively conservative personality... Forget it, why do you think so much, let's go first Let's go now."

Yes, why think so much, maybe you will die tomorrow.

But Fang Jian hadn't thought about when to die, or she didn't want to die that much for the time being.

She didn't want to think about it, she faced the fact that she couldn't help herself, she made up her mind early tomorrow, why did she go back on the moment?

After eating, Fang Jian opened the door and went out. Her parents were having dinner in the downstairs restaurant. The anger on the desert butcher’s head had been cleared. She recalled when she was a soldier when she was young, and she ate compressed biscuits, big pot rice, and burnt potatoes when she was fighting in the field. The current compressed biscuits must be cutting corners, no matter how you eat them, you will not be able to taste the original taste.

Mom said the cruelest words in a gentle tone as always: "It's not that the compressed biscuits have changed, it's that you are old and youth is gone."

The old crocodile sighed.

If she hadn't been in a hurry to go on a date with Xiao Lai, Fang Jian really wanted to return to him what she said in the morning.

--junk food!

Fang Jian sneaked away after they finished eating and went for a walk. It was still dark, and she took a taxi to a supermarket near Roman Holiday, bought some plastic stools, a quilt, and built a simple nest in the back seat of the car.

Afterwards, she began to try out the nest, took off her shoes and lay down on it, simulating the situation of living in it, wrote down the missing things on her mobile phone, and went to the supermarket to buy them.

Before the supermarket closed, Fang Jian picked a hidden place and drove the car over, took out the trunk cover and put it on, cut the door on the side of the wall with scissors to make it easier to get in and out, and then sent a WeChat message to Xiao Lai .

- We have a home now.

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