Eastern Star Spot

"I'll tell you something." Xiaoyue grabbed him and said, "Come here."

Liao Dongxing was dragged by her arm to a remote box, and after closing the door, she asked, "Is your father's name Liao Guofeng?"

"Ah."

"Then let me tell you something, first you promise my sister not to go crazy."

Liao Dongxing had already been mentally prepared for his father. He hadn't seen him for so many years, and if he didn't die, he would treat him as dead. Hearing this, he turned his head and whispered: "Which kind of sister are you..."

Xiaoyue said bluntly, "Your father is dead."

He lowered his eyes and let out an ooh.

Xiaoyue pulled his head into her chest and patted his back lightly.

Liao Dongxing struggled to lift his head from the two lumps of flesh, broke away from her arms, and said, "Don't..."

She briefly described the causes and results of the Liao Guofeng incident.

Liao Dongxing found that Boss Wang was more disgusting than he had imagined, and it was choked in his throat, like a mouthful of thick phlegm that he couldn't spit out or swallow after coughing.

"Let's check Boss Wang's account!" Xiaoyue suddenly said, "You have to get out as soon as possible, he won't let you go easily, I remember the college entrance examination in June, right? You don't have time to study! You can't be here It's spent here."

Liao Dongxing found that everyone cared more about his grades than himself.

The two looked at each other, Xiaoyue looked at him, with a little sorrow on her face that she had never seen before, she gritted her teeth: "Boss Wang has so many shady things, just dig out a few of them..."

"You know you can't do it yourself." Liao Dongxing rubbed his cuffs. The quality of this unified wholesale suit jacket was so poor that the fringe came apart within two months of wearing it.

He stated calmly, "It's not been a day or two for the masters in Guan Minghe's area to hook up with Boss Wang. Boss Wang at their door probably knows him better than his own. We can't afford to be a boss."

"There must be some way!" Xiaoyue raised her voice.

Liao Dongxing smiled indifferently, and while unbuttoning the second shirt, he reached out to pull the door of the box.

A weeping voice came to his ears behind him.

"Is this really the only thing? Is it really rotten here?"

The woman's soft arms wrapped around his waist, not tight, but loosely, and the interlocking hands were clenched white.

From the moment we met, Guan Shanyue acted like a romantic lady at night, Liao Dongxing had never seen her so emotionally exposed.He was at a loss and wanted to draw a piece of paper, but she held him back and prevented him from turning around.

It would be a lie to say that he is impassive.

"Xiaoyue..." Liao Dongxing said warmly, he hesitated for a while, but still didn't touch her hand.

After a stalemate for half a minute, Guan Shanyue let go, quickly cleared up her emotions, as if she had made up her mind, with a smile in her eyes, only the smudged eyeliner still remained of her gaffe just now.

She suppressed her voice and said: "This is really not a place for you to stay. Listen to what my sister said, you must go. If you don't want to do it, I will come."

After she finished speaking, she opened the door and went out to touch up her makeup, without even giving Liao Dongxing a chance to react.

Guan Shanyue was a well-known long-sleeved and good dancer in the venue. She moved among the group of people and quickly found out some news.

Liao Dongxing paid close attention to her and quietly helped her deal with the aftermath.Both considered themselves to be extremely cautious.

Until a waiter came to find Liao Dongxing in a hurry.

He handed Liao Dongxing a white bottle, and said with a pale face, "Brother Liao found this in the box—"

"What?" Liao Dongxing turned the bottle, it was very small, with a yellow label on it.

The waiter said: "Brother Liao, you can tell by smelling it, there is a burnt smell, like a smell, but I'm not sure..."

Liao Dongxing unscrewed the lid, and didn't get close, but the waiter pinched the bottle vigorously, and an indescribable smell entered the person's nose instantly. It wasn't the burnt smell that the waiter said, but a fragrant smell. of essential oils.

He immediately threw the bottle away and grabbed the waiter.

He clearly remembered that he was choking, but when he came back to his senses, he was the only one in the corridor.

Liao Dongxing supported his head in discomfort, and felt the incandescent light above his head gradually turn blue, his retinas couldn't bear the harsh light, and his pupils shrank.

He fumbled for his mobile phone in his trouser pocket, while leaning on the wall, he stumbled to the corridor.

His eyes couldn't bear the light of the phone screen at all, he shook his wrist and clicked on the address book by feeling, and dialed the first number.

Ye Ban picked up the phone, only to hear intermittent murmurs on the other end.

"Liao Dongxing?!"

"Dong... Dongdu..."

Ye Ban sensed that something was wrong with him, so he hurried downstairs to the garage, and asked in a deep voice, "What's wrong? Take your time, someone..."

"...you are so noisy..." Liao Dongxing muttered softly.

He narrowed his eyes in confusion, feeling that the voice in his mouth did not seem to be coming from him, the distant bell struck into his brain, and the faint light in the corridor was more dazzling than the desert sun.

When Leaf Spotted found him, he was sitting on the ground leaning against the banister of the stairs smiling.

Fortunately, this corridor was closed because of a fight a few days ago, and few people came; even more fortunately, Liao Dongxing opened the location before he lost consciousness.

"Can you go? Drunk?" he asked.

Liao Dongxing gasped with trembling sounds as if no one was there, Ye Ban touched his hand and found that it was terribly cold, but his face was very red.

Ye Ban immediately carried him on his back and left here, Liao Dongxing's wrist trembled involuntarily.

He raced all the way and brought Liao Dongxing into the emergency room.

He woke up the next day in Leaf Spotted's bedroom.

"..."

Liao Dongxing looked around the room in confusion, and when he heard footsteps coming from the door, his body reacted before his brain - he immediately got into the soft quilt like an ostrich.

Leaf Spot put a glass of warm water on the bedside table, making the sound of glass colliding with solid wood.

"Get up and eat something," he said dryly.

Liao Dongxing remained motionless, and the two of them were in a stalemate for a while. He was curled up under the quilt, his ears were ringing so badly, he had to stretch out his face to reveal a little bit, and hesitantly asked in a low voice, "Is it... drugs?"

Leaf Spot knew that what he was asking about was yesterday's symptom.

"Rush is a drug," he said angrily, and his tone became even colder, "it doesn't have physiological addiction."

The air froze again, he drilled back again, and Leaf Spotted waited expressionlessly.

Liao Dongxing covered himself uncomfortably, and the air was exhausted bit by bit.

"My dad took drugs and went to the drug rehabilitation center three times, and he came out every time after quitting." His muffled voice came out from under the quilt, "Now I haven't seen him for two or three years, where might he die? It's rented out."

Physiological addiction is easy to quit, but the psychological difficulty lies in it. Otherwise, it would be a lifelong relapse after taking drugs once.

Ye Ban tore off his shell, looked at the small half of the furry head exposed under the quilt, like the soft fur on a cat's belly, and then his heart softened for a moment: "Come down to eat first."

Then he went downstairs on his own, and the sound of footsteps gradually faded away.

Liao Dongxing wandered into the bathroom and took a brief wash, trying to recall what happened last night.

He had already seen the sheets in the laundry basket that looked like they had been fished out of the soil, and smelled the stench on his body, and he knew that it would not be a fragrant process when he thought about it.

Putting on a white t-shirt prepared by Ye Ban, he went downstairs and saw that Ye Ban had already cooked porridge and some side dishes.

The dining table is unusually narrow and long, like a bar counter, where they can only sit side by side.

After taking two mouthfuls, Liao Dongxing felt uncomfortable in his throat and stomach. He stirred the porridge with a spoon, and said in a low voice for the first time in history, "I'm sorry..."

"You didn't apologize to me."

Yeban ate slowly, lowering his eyes as if he was just curiously asking, "How does it feel?"

Liao Dongxing thought for a while, and tried to describe it in words: "I... saw a lot of spectrum, blue and purple, many lines twisted and changed, like a feeling of high fever, and then I heard my mother call me... and my junior high school teacher, there was a It's a warm feeling."

His right hand holding the spoon trembled, and said: "It's very scary, empty, happy, feeling as if I can do anything, and I don't want anything."

Ye Ban's bowl was already empty. He put away the bowl and chopsticks, walked to the kitchen and turned his back to Liao Dongxing and said, "Last night, you asked me if life is meaningful. I can't answer you."

Liao Dongxing was silent for a moment, and said, "At that time, I can still ask this kind of question, is it so awesome?"

Ye Ban paused, then turned off the faucet, squeezed the hand sanitizer, and rubbed his hands in a standard way that could be photographed as an explanation on the hospital wall. He said lightly: "Confucianism emphasizes that life is meaningful, but for existentialism As far as existence is concerned, existence is a state, the subsequent search of essence, and no one can determine your essence except yourself."

The water began to flow again.

Liao Dongxing frowned, trying to understand: "So existence precedes essence?"

Ye Ban didn't answer him, but instead said: "Then let me ask you, is your mouth talking, does it make sense? When you were chatting with your friend, his mouth kept moving, but you didn't hear anything. So, for you, for him, does this conversation make sense?"

Liao Dongxing: "I don't know."

Ye Ban laughed: "I don't know either."

He dried his hands, took out the bowls and chopsticks from the dishwasher, and arranged them neatly.Only then did Liao Dongxing understand that he was explaining the sentence "I can't answer you."

But he always felt that their ignorance was different, one was ignorance after knowing, and the other was genuine ignorance.

The world that Leaf Spot understands is not the same as him.

"I went to class," Ye Ban came out and picked up the car keys, "Do you want to ask for leave?"

Liao Dongxing said, "No please, wait for me."

He raised his neck and drank the last bit of porridge, wiped his mouth casually, and followed.

"Wash the dishes, and close the door when you leave." Ye Ban had already left the door, and her voice came in mixed with the wind.

Liao Dongxing thought he was asked to go to the studio by himself, seeing that it was still early, so he wandered into the kitchen and came out after a while.

Leaf Spotted waited outside for ten minutes.When Liao Dongxing saw the car at the door, he was stunned for a moment before getting up, Ye Ban turned the steering wheel and said, "Why are you so slow?"

"Study the dishwasher, never used it." Liao Dongxing said.

Leaf Spot said: "I usually don't need it either."

"Then why did you buy it?"

Ye Ban smiled: "It was made by the home improvement company."

Another helpless and gentle smile.For some reason, when he laughed, Liao Dongxing always had the illusion that time stopped.

People often say that it is like a spring breeze, and the spring is warm and the flowers are blooming.

But when Ye Ban smiled, the wind was still and the clouds and rain disappeared in a trance, the tip of his brow was like a drooping willow branch, lightly touching the surface of the water, and the years rippled in the corners of his eyes, one can't help but imagine, when he gets old, will his lines look like Chen's? The tree rings are taciturn.

Quiet and reserved.

Liao Dongxing was intoxicated by the smoky willow, looked into his eyes and said, "Teacher, please fuck me."