go beside the loyal dog

Life is full of dog blood, but the person who spilled dog blood silently retreated on the spot.

Feng Zhen quietly looked at the scarf that had been forgotten at the gate, pushed Jiang Likun who was still making trouble, and suddenly sighed, "I should go back."

As for the scarf, he naturally picked it up.

Jiang Likun drove Feng Zhen home, and when he got out of the car, he told him with a smile, "I'll play with you tomorrow, don't run around, ah."

Feng Zhending looked at him fixedly, blinked his eyelashes with a trace of moisture, and nodded in agreement.

The next day, Jiang Likun couldn't come. Jiang's mother had a severe cold and was sent to the hospital for an injection.

Feng Zhen moved a stool and sat at the door of her room, looking at the white flowers outside in a daze, feeling dazed and unwilling.

The decision to visit Jiang's mother in the hospital was really out of a subtle feeling of anger. Although he hesitated, he still set off with courage.

Emotion, for most people, is a topic that cannot be expressed clearly in words. It is probably complicated and unspeakable. Even a precocious and intelligent person like Feng Zhen will inevitably have such uneasy moments.

Jiang's mother is so smart, she won't directly tear you apart on the spot, for fear of hurting the relationship between mother and child, and even more afraid of breaking her hand and forcing her son to the extreme opposite.She likes Feng Zhen, he likes his etiquette and integrity, his intelligence and introversion, and even his good-looking and handsome face. She likes him so much that she can't wait for this to be her son, but just a little is enough to bring Feng Zhen back to his original form. Jiang Likun is the one her own son.

Humans can be distinguished from animals more because human beings have emotions, feelings, thinking abilities, and more expressive abilities. For a mother, there is nothing more precious to her than children.

From the moment Feng Zhen accepted Jiang Likun, she was mentally prepared to be rejected, resisted, and disgusted.

Perhaps because of the changes in psychology and emotions, Feng Zhen, who was always calm and composed, also became so uneasy. Even before entering the ward, he hesitated outside the ward for a long time.

Jiang's mother's ward is a high-end VIP single ward. As soon as she entered, there was a four-seater sofa across the front hall. Behind the glass tea table was a fully equipped bathroom. Behind half of the wall was Jiang's mother lying in bed. The bed under him.

Feng Zhen came in with a bag of apples. Because of the interior decoration, the people who were still talking inside did not notice that there was an unexpected visitor behind half of the wall.

On the other side, Jiang's mother tied the needle in one hand, and gently touched Jiang Likun who was in front of the filial piety bed with the other hand. After deliberation, she still pursed her lips and pretended not to care and asked, "Likun, is your relationship with Feng Zhen too much?" Okay?...I saw you kissing him that night."

Jiang's mother's voice was very steady and her expression was calm. It seemed that the word "pro" in her words had the simplest meaning and no daydream. Jiang Likun was greatly relieved when he heard Jiang Likun's turmoil.

"I just saw that Zhenzhen was serious and serious, and it was fun to tease him. Mom, you are thinking too much." Jiang Likun replied naturally, without blinking when he lied.

"Likun, mom asks you, you, do you like Feng Zhen?" Jiang's mother was waiting to test her words, but her eyes seemed to be only curious, leaving Jiang Likun to answer the question she least wanted to mention.

Jiang Likun's eyes flickered slightly, but he quickly squinted his eyes and smiled, "Of course I like Zhenzhen being so good. Mom, look at the questions you are asking. Are you not sincerely embarrassing me?" Repeated, "Zhenzhen and I are very good friends, very good kind."

Jiang's mother didn't ask any more questions. She just said "Oh" and asked about her son's life in the army with a smile. She wanted to find out every detail.

In fact, living to Jiang's mother's age, she has never experienced any big storms, and she has a loving mother's heart. She just doesn't want Jiang Likun to be bumped to death in a dead end with no way out, so she keeps asking and probing again and again, And with his attitude and tone, Jiang Likun didn't have the reason and opportunity to directly tear his face.

If the seeds of suspicion are planted in a person's heart, then all kinds of past events will be dug up and re-examined for comparison. There are traces of everything before, during, and after it happened.

Mother Jiang naturally knows what kind of person Feng Zhen is, but her own son's personality is really a headache for her. Whether it is the news she has learned from her acquaintance for so long, or the news she managed to get out of Zhao Xu's mouth, The results all indicated that the person who bent over first and dragged Feng Zhen into the water was his own son.

Even as a mother, she has no right to blame her child's sexuality, and she can't even blame Feng Zhen who has been misled and distorted. This is a common problem for both children, and she must treat it rationally.

Unexpectedly, Feng Zhen, who was behind the half wall, felt cold all over.

He has always believed that Jiang Likun is a responsible man, no matter what the occasion is, whoever he faces, and what Feng Zhen feels is his enthusiasm and unrepentant sincerity.

Feng Zhen's world is too pure. At least in his opinion, the facts cannot be covered up by lies. This is an insult to his feelings and a contempt for his personality.However, Jiang Likun didn't seem to have this awareness.

The time has not come.Yes, for Jiang Likun, for a man who has not really grown up, there is no future without strength, and he is not willing to pay any unnecessary risks for the future.What's more, this risk is not a way to avoid the past, and the temporary compromise does not bring any loss to him.

Probably this is the biggest difference between a child from a military and political family and a child who lives in a clean world built by himself.

Looking ahead and looking ahead, Jiang Likun's worries will not fade with time. Even if he can barely understand Jiang Likun's actions today after empathizing, it is true that Feng Zhen's heart is half cold.

Feng Zhen felt that it was a bit cold today. It seemed that even the fingers holding the plastic bag were a little stiff from the cold. The corners of his pursed mouth curled into a cold arc. Feng Zhen felt that he had never felt as miserable as he did today, because he disdain To question, to forget subconsciously, maybe the end point is not as perfect as imagined.

Staying quietly at the fire stairs for a long time, with the bone-chilling wind blowing in my ears, and suddenly aware of the rapid passage of time, Feng Zhen took a long breath, suppressed the strangeness in his heart, and rubbed the back of his hands covered in goose bumps , wiped his face vigorously, turned around and walked towards the ward.

When he went in again, Jiang Likun happened to be away.

"Aunt Jiang," Feng Zhen returned to his usual calm attitude, put the apple on the side of the bedside table, and greeted people gently.

"Is your health better? Where is Jiang Likun? Do you want some water?" Feng Zhen looked at Jiang's mother's slightly dry lips, and bent down to find a hot water bottle.

Jiang's mother looked straight at Feng Zhen, then shook her head slightly, smiling as usual, "Li Kun went to fetch hot water, and he will be back later, you sit down first, auntie is fine, it will be fine in two days .”

Feng Zhen picked up a few more urgent words of concern, saw that Jiang Likun hadn't come back, put the weekly magazines bought on the way in front of her, found a fruit knife, and focused on peeling the fruit.

Jiang's mother looked at Feng Zhen with mixed eyes. She felt both warm and sad in her heart. In short, she had mixed feelings and was very embarrassed.

Both of them are very calm people, and Jiang's mother seems to just want to beat her son for a while, and has no plans to talk directly to Feng Zhen. If she doesn't tell the truth, Feng Zhen is also happy to play dumb. He was careful to maintain a rather peaceful scene.

The afternoon is the best time to kill. Feng Zhen sat beside the bed, listening to Jiang’s mother asking him about his homework one by one like before, and asking about the time when he organized a newspaper and magazine at school. Jiang’s mother smiled , but I couldn't help sighing in my heart, what a wonderful child.

"Azhen is really a capable child," Jiang's mother nodded in relief, only regretting that she no longer has a daughter to be right, and even more hating that Feng Zhen is not a daughter.

Feng Zhen curled up her lips and smiled lightly, her drooping eyelids were quiet and peaceful.

After getting along for so many years, Feng Zhen is not unappreciative of Jiang's mother's care and concern all the time. Since he has not reached the point of endless death, he is also willing to express his kindness a little more.

After sitting for a while, Feng Zhen got up and said goodbye to Jiang's mother.

"Ah Zhen..." Jiang's mother took Feng Zhen's hand, met Feng Zhen's eyes that seemed to understand everything, she didn't know what to say for a while, she just felt that this child was really smart and sensible, but she still wanted to speak a few words if she couldn't bear it "You are a good boy. Auntie wants you to be friends with Likun. However, Auntie also hopes that you can abide by the limit of being a friend." The words choked up, and Mother Jiang felt extremely sad, feeling that she was a big villain , "Auntie is begging you, okay?"

Feng Zhen's nose was slightly sour, and he didn't nod or refuse. He just said, "Take care of your body, and what will happen in the future..." He smiled slightly with the corners of his mouth curled up, and his voice was faint, "Who knows."

After a while, Jiang Likun came back with a hot water bottle. Seeing that Feng Zhen was about to leave, he also mysteriously pulled him to say a few intimate words, hesitated again and again, and still felt that those troublesome things should not be told to Feng Zhen. Zhen Wei is good, and at the end he only let him go with a few hasty exhortations.

After leaving the hospital, Feng Zhen bought a pack of cigarettes in a department store on the street. It was not expensive, but a few yuan was cheap. The blue sparks ignited, and the rough smell of smoke surrounded Feng Zhen, and his throat gradually itched. Feng Zhen couldn't bear it for 2 minutes, and coughed violently and uncontrollably. At first, his throat was itchy, but after a long cough, his heart was piercing. His nose was red, his nose was sour, and his swollen eye sockets gradually became watery.

Quietly waiting for the whole cigarette to be swished in the air, Feng Zhencai dropped the cigarette butt in his hand, raised his foot and crushed it vigorously.

From the beginning to the end, Feng Zhen never let the sourness in his eyes show. He is used to letting himself control life rationally. All uncertainties must be decided by him. Life is like this, and so are feelings.

The warm winter sun is warm and charming. Feng Zhen raised his face and let the sun shine on his difficult world. He felt that the days ahead would be a little difficult, but how could he be willing if he didn't give it a try.

Time is so tough, he can always make himself go on steadily.

After all, Feng Zhen is still sad, even those who have seen all kinds of entanglements between them in the past will praise Jiang Likun for his firm mind and unrepentant heart.

It's as if you've always thought, and thought so, that this person will think of you and give everything for you, but you're surprised to find out that this person also has selfish intentions.

Of course, some people think that Feng Zhen is too hypocritical, coquettish and worrying, and he cares about himself and doesn't consider others.

But, you have to know that the older a person is, the more he gains, the more he loses, such as frankness and courage.When you don't have the courage to admit the problem for the first time, what will you use to convince others that you will have the ability to take on it in the future.Growth requires a price, and courage will only shrink slowly as time goes by like a fully inflated balloon. If you have to weigh the pros and cons before you have a follow-up, then your courage will lose its original existence value.

This year has been a bit flat and depressed.

Feng Zhen has seen Jiang's mother's tricks, so Jiang Likun doesn't have much time to come to him, and often sneaks out under the name of others.

Feng Zhen was a little lazy, like a flower without sunlight all day long, and couldn't even bother to leave the door after a long time.

Brother Feng followed Feng Zhen anxiously, his big round eyes were clean and clear, his face was tense, and his nose was full of worry, "Brother, brother, are you sick? Is someone making you unhappy? Let me help you." If you beat him, I'm so good, whoever makes you unhappy, I'll smash him into a tofu flower."

Feng Zhen leaned lazily on the back of the chair, squinted at the high wall outside, and smiled casually, "What if you can't beat me? Don't be grabbed and beaten."

Brother Feng chuckled, clenched his fists and scratched his scalp, "It's okay, one hit won't beat me twice, sooner or later I'll hit you back."

Feng Zhen didn't know whether to laugh or cry, so he patted his head lightly, and scolded, "Fool."

"Brother, let's go out to play, it's not good to stay at home, you see you've lost weight." But my heart aches for little brother Feng.

Feng Zhen shook his head.

But in the end it was a phone call from Ding Ya that made him an appointment.

Obviously it's only been half a month, but when Feng Zhen looked at Ding Ya again, he always felt that the girl in front of him had grown a lot.

"Azhen, go out with me for a stroll."

Ding Ya was wearing a well-fitting mid-length woolen jacket, her long and slender hair slightly covered her beautiful forehead, her eyes were warm, and the smile on her face was as bright as Feng Zhen's before, as if she had February in her heart. Green spring buds, warm sunshine in June.

For a moment, Feng Zhen felt that Ding Ya's tolerance saved him.

At some point, people will fall into a misunderstanding, a process of self-denial for their own decisions, their own ideas, and even their own existence, such as the current Feng Zhen.

The mother occupies a very important position in a child's life. If the father is the mountain and the coordinates that guide the direction, then the mother is the gentle harbor where you stop when you are tired. She is the habitat of your heart and the anchor of your emotions. The giver is your first teacher in life.From a general perspective, the influence of a mother on a child is far greater than that of a father.

Seeing the big from the small, Mother Feng's meaning to Feng Zhen is naturally different.

The greater the expectation, the greater the disappointment. What's more, Mama Feng has always had high expectations for Feng Zhen. Feng Zhen suddenly hesitated with the emotions and information sent from Mama Jiang.If I was the only one left to fight to the death in this emotional struggle, wouldn't the ending be very tragic?

Feng Zhen is only a ten-year-old child, and what he has to bear is actually much heavier than he imagined.

Family is synonymous with warmth, and Jiang Likun's principle of avoidance also made Feng Zhen feel a little timid, because no one wants to let their relatives be sad for their own reasons.

Jiang Likun, who was still detained at home, didn't know about these concerns. At this moment, he was still thinking about how to muddle through instead of solving this matter head-on.

Attack is the best defense, and this is the true battle law applicable to Feng Zhen.

Feng Zhen is not a person who talks a lot, especially with Ding Ya who has a peaceful temperament by his side. The two of them are very eye-catching when they walk in the noisy market.

"Oh, I'm so hungry. It's been a long time since we came here to eat hot pot." Ding Ya was satisfied with her shopping, and when she rolled her eyes, she dragged Feng Zhen to a hot pot restaurant on the side.

Taking up the seat, Ding Ya waved her slender hand and ordered a large table. When everything was served, she looked at the thick layer of red oil floating on the surface of the soup and smiled happily, "Come, eat." Eat, eat, don't you like this kind of spicy pot the most, it's rare that we can eat together quietly today, what are you waiting for? Eat."

Infected by Ding Ya's excited mood, Feng Zhen couldn't help but relax a lot, and joked a few words with a smile, "Didn't you still talk about eating spicy food a few days ago, you got angry, and you got two pimples, why? Now Are you not afraid?"

Ding Ya pursed her lips in joy, her eyes were slightly sly, "What are you afraid of? You think that what I learned is paste, I have a way to cure acne, just open it up." She didn't just focus on Western medicine at school. , Occasionally, she also likes to go to the library to study the profoundness of traditional Chinese medicine in her free time.

Hey, not to mention, Ding Ya is really talented in studying medicine. After thinking about it, she really gave her a door. In short, this prescription for acne is perfect and no problem.

The atmosphere on the table was invigorated. Feng Zhen's mouth was full of oil, his face was flushed, and the bridge of his nose was dripping with hot sweat. He obviously had a good time eating.

The mobile phone in his pocket vibrated twice, Feng Zhen glanced at it, ignored it, threw the mobile phone aside on a chair and let him roll around.

Ding Ya, on the other hand, glanced at her inexplicably, pulled the corner of her mouth and said with a smile, "Why didn't you answer the phone?"

"I don't want to take it." Feng Zhen stuffed a green vegetable leaf into his mouth, wrinkled his nose in a rare childish way, and muttered in response.

Ding Ya understood, so she didn't say any more. She kept a gentle smile from the beginning to the end, and cooked Feng Zhen's meat with serving chopsticks.

Just before going back to say goodbye, he lowered his eyebrows and carefully tidied the scarf Feng Zhen put on casually, with a touch of tenderness in the corner of his mouth, and said lightly, "There is nothing that cannot be overcome, whether you do it or not, As long as you don't have any regrets in your heart, it's fine." He raised his eyes, his eyes were clean and firm, "No matter what, it's fine if you're happy."

It was like a reassurance pin had been firmly planted in Feng Zhen's heart, finally breaking through the clouds and mist to see the sky.

The mood of going back is still loose, but Feng Zhen's heart has slowly settled down, and then becomes firm.

In the middle of the night, Jiang Likun, who clearly felt Feng Zhen's indifference and indifference, acted like a gentleman again, and was screamed by Feng Zhen's prepared broom.

"What are you doing?" Jiang Likun grabbed what Feng Zhen was holding, his face turned pale with anger.

Feng Zhen took advantage of the situation and looked around. Feng's father and mother Feng, who drank too much at night, were not woken up. Even Grandpa Feng, who had always slept lightly, noticed the movement in the yard. Brother Feng was still at Uncle Wang's place. Did not come back late.

Shrugging his shoulders, Feng Zhen felt particularly relieved after he smoked, "I thought it was a thief." A thief who was thinking about his butt all day long.

Jiang Likun muttered and complained for a long time. After entering the house, Feng Zhen, the landlord, kept begging for compensation. He felt that he had to circle carefully with his mother, and at the same time, he was afraid that Feng Zhen would know the truth. It's hard work, but this person is still ungrateful, and the awkwardness and unhappiness in his heart can be imagined.

Xiao Biesheng is a newlywed, not to mention this young man who has been smeared with meat and hasn't seen each other for a long time, within a few words, the whole room was filled with anger, and he rolled off on the bed with his arms around him.

In the silent night, even the slightest sound would be amplified infinitely. Feng Zhen, who was half kneeling on the bed, bit the sheet and couldn't bear it.

"Uh, uh...uh, ah... light, light..."

The man behind was so red-eyed, he grabbed the boy's plump lips and hit them more violently, allowing himself to rampage and do evil everywhere, until Feng Zhen's waist was so soft that he turned into a puddle of water and fell on the ground. bed.

Once you have one, you will have two. Put the fat in your mouth and chew it in your mouth. Chew it twice, you can taste it. Good things can always attract people to eat it again and again. Aftertaste again and again, and after another two days, he still couldn't resist the charm and aroma of this meat.

Feng Zhen was so angry that he felt that he had committed a crime in his previous life. He was embarrassed by his mother, and he introspected in distress for half a month. As a result, this little dog didn't feel at ease, and only cared about being happy. , It's really not pleasing to the eye no matter how you look at it.

This is not pleasing to the eye, Feng Zhen got angry, and kicked the person under the bed with his legs. He didn't care about the wet white stick behind him, just pulled the bed sheet behind him, and pointed at the door to make him roll.

"You are still unreasonable, unreasonable, how can you kick people out of bed, what will you do if it doesn't work in the future, alas, alas..." Jiang Likun held his butt that had fallen into two petals, aggrieved Qu Di looked at Feng Zhen's cold face and cold eyes singing the big show, and seeing the stinky face, he probably had no choice but to continue, he hesitated for a long time while touching his nose, so he had to give up.

After taking off his trousers and clothes, Feng Zhen softened his body and went to open the door. With a blank expression on his face, he glanced at Jiang Likun and said in a flat tone, "Go back, I'm not happy to see you now."

Jiang Likun only thought that he had been smug and made people cruel just now. He licked his face and leaned up to please him carefully. When he was kicked and kicked twice, his face became stern, and he suddenly became angry. Go, I won't go, I'm sleepy, I just won't go, I want to sleep, sleep on your bed, I won't go anyway, hum!"

Feng Zhen raised his hand to cover his eyelids, feeling tired, physically and mentally exhausted.

Pointing at the door, he yelled, "Don't make me say it a second time, get out!"

Jiang Likun was startled, and immediately froze on the spot, as if he was unfamiliar with Feng Zhen's cold and stern face, picked up his clothes and stumbled out.

After taking two steps, he still didn't come back to his senses, he just stared blankly with innocence and grievance in his eyes.

"roll!!!"

The thick and big wooden stick was thrown head-on, making Jiang Likun run away in fright.

Feng Zhen stood still, his condensed eyebrows and eyes showing a bit of sharpness for no reason.

Pulling his lips into a smile, the coldness all over his face melted into the gentle breeze, Feng Zhen stroked his two fingers, but his mind was as clear as ever.

To borrow the words of a certain star, it is easy to fall in love, but it is difficult to be steadfast through ups and downs. Let's do it and cherish it.

The author has something to say:

It has been raining recently, and even the air is moist and sticky, and I always feel uncomfortable.

Tomb-sweeping day is coming, I wonder if you have any holidays?

Hey, I was unlucky today. When I was going down the stairs, I stepped on the air and rolled straight down. Cough, fortunately, no one saw it, so I was ashamed.Expect to be lame tomorrow.

Amen, bless you, hope tomorrow will be better.

[Be careful when going out in the rain, the road is slippery anyway, safety first. 】