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It was eerily quiet in the car.Xin Hong went to Beijing to attend an association training a while ago, and she hasn't come to pick up her son for a long time. Seeing that the two of them were silent now, she couldn't help being curious: "Why don't you talk? There are fruits and snacks, Xiaowen can eat by himself."

"Well, thank you, Aunt Xin." Wen Qiu took an orange.

Xin Hong saw his movements from the rearview mirror, and reminded: "It seems that there is no knife."

"It's okay, I can peel it off." Wen Qiu rolled the orange in his hands a few times until the skin became softer, and then he opened the orange with his bare hands.But he didn't eat it himself, but passed it to the person next to him.

There is only so much space in the back seat, but Wen Qiu sat very close to each other as soon as he got in the car, and the two boys quickly put their legs together.

Song Zongyan didn't pick up the orange that was under his eyelids: "I won't eat it."

Wen Qiu sighed slowly, withdrew his hand, and started eating by himself.He ate very slowly, and Chu Wenxin said it was an easy-going tone.

Chu Wenxin especially likes to flatter him for no reason, but it is by no means the kind of admiration or liking that girls have for boys.Song Zongyan thought that Chu Wenxin was chasing him.Wen Qiu almost coughed up the food in his mouth, saying that you are really...

What are you really?Wen Qiu didn't say anything.

After eating an orange for a long time, my mouth is sour and sweet.Wen Qiu touched the person next to him with his elbow: "Help me get a piece of paper."

The dripping juice from his hands filled the car with a fruity aroma.Song Zongyan gave him a piece of paper, and when Wen Qiu went to take it, he touched the other party with his fingers whether intentionally or not.So a little sticky and wet orange juice rubbed onto Song Zongyan's clean and slender hands.

He gave Wen Qiu a slight warning look, and withdrew his hand.

Wen Qiu had a smile on his lips: "Sorry, I got your hands dirty."

"It's okay." Song Zongyan wiped off the water on his hands.

Xin Hong didn't notice the strange and treacherous atmosphere in the back seat, and was still sending out an invitation: "Xiao Wen, would you like to come to my house for dinner tonight, and let Zong Yan send you back after eating."

Song Zongyan was looking down at his phone, as if he didn't want to talk about this topic, it was a silent gesture of resistance.Wen Qiu glanced out of the corner of his eye, and said, "No need, Auntie, my family has already prepared meals and is waiting for me."

Xin Hong smiled and said forget it, and then recalled Song Zongyan's taciturn impoliteness today.Wen Qiu said, "I made him angry."

Xin Hong asked with interest: "How do you say that?"

"I was too noisy at night, so noisy that he fell asleep."

"He's a light sleeper, that's what happens sometimes." Xin Hong said, "But you boys don't have to worry about it. Don't you, Zong Yan?"

The boss Song Zongyan hummed reluctantly.

The business district in the city center was completely blocked, which would add more trouble to people, so Wen Qiu asked Xin Hong to put herself down at the elevated exit.He lives in an old government complex in the center of the city. The roads nearby are narrow, the traffic is congested, and it is difficult for cars to get in and out.

Xin Hong told him to be careful on the road, and then drove away.Wen Qiu stood where he was and watched the car condense into a white spot.

After Wen Qiu left, the car suddenly fell silent. Xin Hong knew that her son was not talkative, so she told him what she had seen and heard about the training trip.Song Zongyan occasionally responded with a sentence or two, but he was not enthusiastic.There is still a hint of fruity aroma lingering in the car, which is sour but sweet.It didn't dissipate for a long time.

Although the office complex has reached its age limit, the facilities and environment are acceptable.But Wen Qiu lived in a special and out of place gray building on the second floor.It can be seen from the outside that it has been in disrepair for a long time, and demolition is a matter of time.There was a lock hanging on the door of the small building, and the keyhole was awkward and difficult to use. Wen Qiu turned it around for five or six minutes before opening it.The door on the first floor was closed tightly, Wen Qiu went straight to the second floor.The wooden stairs were so damp that they creaked when stepped on.

"And don't turn on the light." Wen Qiu opened the door and saw the scene in the room, and immediately pressed the switch on the wall, and the room was brightly lit.

The stooped old lady who sat motionless at the table suddenly became anxious: "Oh! It's so bright, can my presbyopia bear it?"

"That can't make do with a small desk lamp." Wen Qiu put down his schoolbag.

The old lady put down the cloth in her hand and stood up, turned to greet him: "I'm back, the food is warming in the kitchen!"

"I'm not hungry, I'll eat later." Wen Qiu said.But the old lady didn't hear it at all, and went to the kitchen by herself.

"Grandma." He called out.

"Hey!" This time it seems to have heard it.

Wen Qiu wanted to make two gestures to her, but after thinking about it, he gave up and let grandma bring out the food.Simple two dishes and one soup, the presentation is not good, it looks like a black mess.But Wen Qiu has been eating for more than ten years, and he has long been used to it.

"I came back earlier than usual today!" The old lady sat down at the side, and picked up the half-finished fabric on the table to continue.

"Well, I rubbed against my classmate's car."

"I definitely didn't eat well during the week at school and lost weight."

"The canteen tastes better than yours."

"Nobody bullied you, did they?"

"I'm so popular, who would bully me..." Wen Qiu poked at the rice grains, but his tone was brisk, "But there is really one, you've seen it, I'm so sad to be bullied."

……

One was doing rough handwork, and the other was eating slowly with his head down.The donkey's head was wrong and the horse's mouth chatted for a long time.

The old lady unfolded the piece of fabric that was about to be finished: "Help me see if the embroidery is in a bad position."

"It's too ugly." Wen Qiu glanced perfunctorily.

The old lady instantly raised her head and glared at him with those cloudy eyes: "What's so ugly?"

"...Are you really deaf or not?" Wen Qiu was afraid of her.

Only the old and the young lived in this room.There are three black and white posthumous photos hanging on the wall directly opposite the door. People who enter this house for the first time will almost be shocked, but the owner insists on hanging them like this.

The old lady is old and hard of hearing, and she can hardly hear her when she is not close to her. Of course, there are occasional exceptions-for example, when you speak ill of her.Good spirits are not bad spirits.

Wen Qiu cleared the table after eating, the old lady was still studying the piece of fabric, Wen Qiu said: "Grandma, do you want to go for a walk?"

The old lady couldn't hear it, so she leaned closer to the lamp and squinted to thread the needle.Wen Qiu couldn't see it, so he helped her and put it on in an instant.

"It's still good for young people's eyes."

"Go out for a walk?" Wen Qiu made a few movements.

"Go." The old lady saw clearly, "Bring me my scarf and gloves."

The old lady is very particular, and she has to dress up when she goes out.She used to do administrative work in a public hospital, and she could actually live a good life after retirement, but her husband left early, and her two sons also died young, leaving only one child, Wen Qiu, who was not his own.She has a stubborn personality and doesn't like living in that high-rise building, so she insists on staying in this old dilapidated building.

It was very windy outside, and Wen Qiu was afraid that she would not be able to bear it, so the two of them only walked around the ecological park outside the community before returning.In the end, it was Wen Qiu who couldn't bear it first, he coughed when he entered the house.The old lady said, "Did you have a little cough when you came back last week?"

Wen Qiu gestured and said yes.

"I wear so little every day because I am young."

Wen Qiu coughed twice and didn't care, and went into the house to do his own business.After a half-day vacation, he has no intention of studying and reading. The mobile phone is a model from a few years ago, and he can only play some simple games.Sun Shilou sent a message, saying that tonight's swimming competition is really enjoyable, there are so many beauties with explosive bodies.He was talking about a woman's figure with a gay man—Wen Qiu sneered, but didn't return.

The text message interface is messy, he has no habit of deleting messages, and Song Zongyan's name can only be seen after scrolling down a few pages.The chat history is so long that I can't read it all in one night.Song Zongyan talked less when face to face, but even worse when sending text messages.His replies were always short and elliptical, but almost every reply was mandatory, and Wen Qiu never let Wen Qiu talk to himself.

Wen Qiu fell backwards on the bed, the phone clasped over his heart.

When he was about to fall asleep, someone opened the door and came in, and reprimanded him: "I'm coughing and still sleeping like this, cover me with a quilt."

Wen Qiu was woken up.

"Eat one for yourself," the old lady handed him a plate, "and another for Xiaoyun."

There are a few pieces of boiled Yanjin oranges on the plate, which is an earthy way to relieve cough.

Wen Qiu ate oranges today, and another portion tonight, but the taste of Yanjin oranges was incomparable to fresh oranges, he frowned and slowly stuffed them into his mouth, took out his phone and sent a message: "Salty Oranges are not tasty."

Song Zongyan was patiently building Lego with his younger sister at home, when the phone rang suddenly, and frowned when he saw the endless message, the younger sister patted his hand and said anxiously: "Brother, brother, don't play with your phone, the tower is down!" .”

Song Zongyan put away his mobile phone, instead of replying, he set up the tower again.