silent sample

Song Yichuan had a rare dream that night. In the dream, he was on the street late at night in the cold winter, with snow falling in the sky, and he was standing alone by the side of the road.

The wind whipped up the scum in the snow, making people unable to open their eyes. He looked across the road, and it took him a long time to see clearly that a person seemed to be covered under layers of snow at the entrance of the pharmacy.

The man lowered his head like a sculpture, squatting there for an unknown how long, the heat overflowing from his cheeks dissipated in the wind, and his appearance covered in snow almost blended with the surroundings.

Song Yichuan hurried over, grabbed his arm, and rescued him from the predicament of being buried.

He shook the snow off his hood, and a handsome face appeared from under the eaves, it turned out to be Tang Yuan.

Song Yichuan asked him what's wrong, why didn't he go home so late?

Tang Yuan covered the right side of his face, with tears streaming down his face. It took him a long time to speak with difficulty, saying that it was a toothache, and the toothache was too painful.

Song Yichuan asked him if he had taken his medicine.

Tang Yuan said he ate it, but it didn't work.

Try something else.

changed.

Tang Yuan opened the zipper of the down jacket, and countless medicine boxes fell out immediately, with different types of words and different colors of packaging, covering almost all anti-inflammatory and pain-relieving products available on the market.

He was shaking his clothes while talking, and more and more medicine boxes fell down like snow in flakes. After a while, a small hill was almost piled up between the two of them.

Song Yichuan hurriedly stopped him and asked if he had eaten all of these.

Tang Yuan said he ate them all, every kind.

Can't eat so much, something will happen.

Tang Yuan started crying again, saying that it hurt too much.

He cried and cried, and suddenly saw Song Yichuan's mouth not moving, and asked him why he had the medicine and where he bought it, as if he had never seen it before.

Song Yichuan didn't know why, and suddenly felt that there was something in his mouth, which seemed to be a capsule in shape, and he wanted to spit it out, but it seemed to be sealed in his mouth, no matter how hard he tried, he just couldn't spit it out.

Tang Yuan straightened his face, as if seeing a life-saving straw, he grabbed his shoulder, saying that it doesn't matter if he can't spit it out, he just came to get it.

Song Yichuan still hadn't understood what he meant by "Laiqu", Tang Yuan turned his head in his line of sight, and leaned towards him abruptly.

Song Yichuan's pupils shrank suddenly, and his body instinctively leaned back...

The bed frame was overwhelmed and made a "squeak" sound. With a sudden sound in the darkness, Song Yichuan turned over and sat up.

...It turned out to be a dream.

He exhaled slowly.

What a ridiculous dream.

Reality and fantasy are mixed, making it almost impossible to tell the truth from the fake.

Fortunately, it was a dream...

After calming down for a while, he turned his head and wanted to take a look at the perpetrator, but found that Tang Yuan was not on the bed.

A corner of his quilt was lifted, the bed was cold, it should have been a while since he left.

Song Yichuan hurriedly jumped out of bed and went to the bathroom to check, but no one was there.

He pushed open the bathroom door again, still not there.

Where are you going so late?

Song Yichuan put on his coat, opened the door and walked out.

Going down the stairs to the second floor, there was a faint smell of smoke wafting up, Song Yichuan frowned, and then walked down a corner, Tang Yuan sat on the steps on the first floor with his back facing.

This is not the first time Song Yichuan saw him smoking. No one in their family smoked. He couldn't smell the smell of cigarettes since he was a child, and he couldn't understand where Tang Yuan learned the bad habit at a young age.

He walked over, bent down impatiently while still behind Tang Yuan, took the cigarette out of his hand, and pressed it out on the armrest.

Tang Yuan came back to his senses, turned around to see that it was him, dropped his hand that was about to chase, and said softly, "Why don't you sleep?"

"What about you, what are you doing up?" Song Yichuan lowered his eyes and fell on his face.

"Can't sleep, come out to take a breath."

Song Yichuan sat down next to him, looking at the extinguished cigarette between his fingers... The cigarette butt is not accurate, Tang Yuan probably didn't take a few puffs, or he just lit it, but he twisted it too hard, and the cigarette end was broken Get crumpled.

The aisle was very windy, Tang Yuan's clothes were open, as if he couldn't feel the cold, he sat motionless, I don't know how long he had been sitting here, the only thing he could do was to listen to him, with a distinct nasal voice, I don't know if it was Cried again, still frozen.

Right now there are only the two of them, surrounded by a quiet and late night, a narrow corridor, such an atmosphere, Song Yichuan felt that he might be willing to say something, so he asked: "What's going on with you these days, can you tell me?"

Tang Yuan pinched his fingers twice, and then fell silent. Song Yichuan waited for a while, thinking that he still didn't want to pay attention, but Tang Yuan suddenly turned his head, looked at him and smiled, "You want to help me?"

"Yes, but first I need to know what's wrong with you, what happened?"

"It's nothing, I'm in a bad mood." Tang Yuan said, "I'm not like this all the time. After a while, there will always be a few days. I thought you were used to it."

Again.

I was in a bad mood again.

You can jump into a river if you are in a bad mood, and you can ask questions about life or death.

Now that the sky is falling and I can't bear it, I'm in a bad mood.

That is a shield, and it is also a gold medal for avoiding death. Anything and everything can be attributed to a bad mood.

Song Yichuan didn't express to Tang Yuan how much he was annoyed by his attitude, but he was really annoyed, even disgusted, because Tang Yuan talked to him like this, and he would never have a hand.

No matter how many emotions there are, no matter how unsolvable worries are given out, it is like punching cotton. Those who have never experienced that feeling of powerlessness will never know how far they will be pushed at certain times.

"There is always a reason for being in a bad mood. I don't believe that there is no reason for being in a bad mood." Song Yichuan suppressed the irritability that was about to explode in his heart, "Tang Yuan, can you stop treating me as a mentally retarded person?"

"You're so smart, even if I want to, I can't be." Tang Yuan compromised and sighed softly.

"But I should have told you too..." He leaned over suddenly, approaching Song Yichuan, his breath was hot, and his lips almost touched his ear, "How can you help me?"

Song Yichuan pushed him away violently.

Tang Yuan bumped his back against the railing, and the deep Weng Ming sound rippling in the stairwell, it was very heavy, suddenly sounded like a drum beating.

"Why such a big reaction, it's just a nap, and you didn't like me." Tang Yuan laughed, "Look, you still can't help me no matter what you want to help me."

"Is that what you mean by purely flesh and body transactions without emotion?" Song Yichuan couldn't believe it, and because of Tang Yuan's frivolous attitude, "In your eyes, the two can be separated?"

"Yes, that's it. Since you can't understand, then I'll say it again." Tang Yuan looked at him, "No one can solve the problem of my bad mood, but at least someone can make it not so bad."

Who is this person? Song Yichuan no longer needs to ask, the answer must be him, which made him feel extremely offended, and even felt that Tang Yuan's period... no, it was a long period of time before, his depression His frustration and pain are all performances, a means to force him to submit.

Song Yichuan took a step back and stood on the steps, "Do you really know what you're talking about?"

"Then do you know what you're doing?" Tang Yuan said, "I told you not to mind your own business, but you didn't listen, and you gave blessings and gifts because I didn't care about it recently, and vice versa. Tick ​​me a couple more, right? What are you playing with, Song Yichuan, playing hard to get?"

Tang Yuan saw the gift on the bedside, and he heard Song Yichuan say happy birthday when he put it down. He couldn't sleep in the middle of the night, so he took it off and opened it, and now it's on his left hand.

It was a painting. In the painting was a bowl of glutinous rice balls. The bowl was very fat, and the glutinous rice balls were also very fat. Seven or eight glutinous rice dumplings were squeezed together, each of them was cute, and two of them even hung on the edge of the bowl, so full that they were about to drip out. .

... so complete.

But Song Yichuan said: "I didn't make you think that way, I promised to paint for you so I wouldn't break my promise, I thought we were at least... still friends."

"Do you still remember that day, you were so angry that you didn't even want to look at me." You didn't even look back once along the way, "Since you are so angry, why do you still think that we are friends? Will friends want to sleep with you? .”

Tang Yuan didn't give him any leeway, "From the first day I missed you, we are no longer friends."

So that's what it means to blame him.

Blame him for not leaving in time.

Blame him for not being able to draw the line.

Song Yichuan pretended not to hear Tang Yuan’s nonsense before. He repeatedly stopped him, trying to tell him to take it back. He felt that Tang Yuan was confused. He was always in a bad mood. He had a strange family and he was under pressure Too big, so some seemingly out-of-the-ordinary behavior can be forgiven.

But looking back at this moment, he was indeed deceiving himself and others. The words had already been spoken, and it was impossible to pretend that he hadn't heard them.

People who pretend to be asleep can never be awakened, and people who lose their minds can hardly have a moment of sobriety.

"Okay." Song Yichuan nodded, "We are not friends, nothing at all, I will not care about you in the future, so that I can take care of Tang Yuan."

The broken cigarette was rolled into the palm of Song Yichuan's hand, and the remaining scorching heat wiped out his last trace of pity. He took one last look at Tang Yuan, turned and left.

After this day, Tang Yuan began to skip classes more and more frequently. As long as the evening self-study was not from Lao Xu, he would try to escape.

It doesn't matter if it's Old Xu's. You can either finish the trip or tell him about the current situation in his family. Old Xu can't forcefully interfere. He talked a few times, but all had little effect.

Tang Sirong's state during this period was very unstable, and she was seldom awake. She often couldn't find out when Tang Yuan went. Sometimes she was seen, and Tang Yuan generously admitted that she came back from leave.

It's nothing more than making papers, where is it not?

At first he was like this, Huang Jun and Tang Yiyu didn't care about him, until the last monthly exam, he fell out of the top [-] in the grade, Lao Xu looked for him and saw that he didn't have any reflections, so he contacted his parents.

That day when Tang Yuan entered the ward, Tang Sirong was awake. It was already March and the weather was getting warmer, but the air conditioner was still on in her room, and it was scorchingly hot. Tang Yuan took off his coat after entering.

The single room Tang Sirong lived in was in good condition. There was a small kitchen and a sofa, and the escort could sleep outside at night. The auntie, the nurse she hired, was very dedicated in taking care of her because she knew her well.

Tang Yuan asked Tang Sirong if there was anything he wanted to eat, he could go outside and buy anything.

Tang Sirong shook his head, saying that he had eaten dinner.

That night Tang Yuan slept on the sofa outside. There was a seven-year age gap between him and Tang Sirong. Tang Sirong was twelve, three, four, and the house was small. When his grandma was still there, he came to live with them for a long time. They just slept together in the attic, Tang Sirong slept on the bed, and Tang Yuan slept on the floor.

This is Tang Yuan's favorite time of the day. He has been attached to Tang Sirong since he was a child, and he talks a lot. When the light is turned off after taking a bath at night, there is no more comfortable and comfortable environment for chatting.

So he chattered endlessly, asking Tang Sirong to guess idioms with him, tell her cold jokes, tell her fun things in school, and report to her every detail of the simple life of an elementary school student that can be seen at a glance.

It's just that Tang Sirong didn't like any of the things he talked about, but Tang Sirong was able to accompany him and respond to every request, until he fell asleep after chatting.

Tang Yuan hadn't felt this way for a long time, and when he reached puberty and understood the difference between men and women, he never slept in the same room with Tang Sirong again.

Tang Sirong seemed to be in good spirits that day, she slept a lot during the day and turned off the lights at night, she took the initiative to ask Tang Yuan about the school, and asked him if there was any girl he liked.

"No." Tang Yuan said.

"Really not?"

"Yeah." He didn't seem to have particularly liked anyone since he was a child, "There are quite a lot of people who like me."

Tang Sirong laughed, not to mention that she also knew that Tang Yuan had been collecting love letters since elementary school, and even recited them back for her to read after collecting them. Later, when he grew up, he realized that he was shy, so he gradually stopped talking to her about them. .

Tang Yuan seemed to have liked a girl when he was in junior high school. Tang Sirong bumped into them twice, eating in the cake shop, but that girl didn't pass the test, and he didn't hear him mention it afterward.

"You can talk about it in college and find someone you like."

"You choose." Tang Yuan said.

"Do you still want me to choose a girlfriend?" Tang Sirong laughed again, "I have heard of Ma Baonan, but I have never heard of Sister Baonan. If you want me to express my opinion even on this, girls should run away when they see you."

"Then I won't look for it." Tang Yuan turned his back to the hospital bed, and Tang Sirong could only hear his voice, "Just stay with me."

The voice fell, and the room fell into silence. Tang Yuan knew that Tang Sirong was not asleep, but she didn't speak.

After a long time, Tang Sirong called Xiao Yuan, "I remember you asked me before, why did my parents give birth to you and don't like you?"

"Why?" Tang Yuan also wanted to know why, since he didn't like it, why did he give birth, "Is it because you want to have another girl?"