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Su Xing didn't wash the dishes, he felt tired.

The cigarette butts and wine bottles on the table were left alone. He walked to the TV and watched for a while. The party had come to an end. Several hosts were wearing red dresses, smiling, showing six big white teeth, and speaking impassionedly. Greetings.

"At this moment, no matter where you are, please accept our blessings. When the annual Chinese New Year comes, we give you--Happy New Year!"

"Dear friends, let us unite more closely in the new year, unite as one, forge ahead and work hard to win new victories in all-round construction and write a new chapter of people's happy and beautiful life..."

Hearing this, Su Xing turned off the TV with a "snap".

The room became deserted in an instant, and the sound of fireworks exploding could be heard from far outside the window. Su Xing stood by the window and watched for a while, but couldn't see anything.

Looking up, there are only messy wires and mottled and dilapidated walls.

He sat back on the sofa, and in front of him was a tea table with peeling paint, which he bought at the second-hand market the year before last.

In the same place, Su Hong once burned charcoal here.

He couldn't imagine how desperate Su Hong was at that time.

She was abducted by human traffickers when she was less than two years old, and she was brought up to cheat by her side, and it was common for her to be beaten and scolded. At the age of 14, he dared to run away penniless and wandered. If he fell in love with someone, he would plunge in without hesitation.Even if she lost her fertility, was betrayed by her lover, or suffered the death of her husband, she never gave up.

A person like her would have to be so desperate to want to die.

It was almost, maybe in another 10 minutes, he and Su Hong would die.

What is the concept of "death", Su Xing is very clear.When he was 11 years old, he experienced his father's death, and his father has since become a black and white photo.

But it never occurred to him that he almost died himself.

Su Xing pinched his nose with his hands, closed his mouth tightly, held his breath, and counted the time in his heart, until he couldn't count until 63 seconds.

He let go of his hand, raised his head, and gasped for breath. The fluorescent tube on the ceiling was spinning, and a black bug landed on the tube. The black spots gradually became blurred, and white circles of light appeared one after another in front of his eyes.

What is so terrible about death?Of course death is terrible.

It's good to be alive.

To live is to have light, to have a way, to have friends, and to have a mother.

He Chi is the only one who has to survive.

Su Xing rested his head on the back of the sofa, and the little black insect on the fluorescent tube flapped its wings and flew around a few times, looking quite happy.

This stupid moth lives so comfortably without parents.

Su Xing looked at himself amused, he took out his phone and took a selfie of himself, added a black and white filter, and it was the same posthumous photo as his father.

He stared at his "posthumous photo" on his phone for a while, then sent it to He Chi via WeChat.

Star: Does it look good?

Second uncle of your father: Fuck you, what kind of artistic photos are you taking for the Chinese New Year?

Second uncle of your father: Quickly adjust the color back for me!

Second uncle of your father: Hurry up!Ugly, ugly, ugly, ugly!

Su Xing laughed out loud, he's not dead yet, He Chi thinks he's ugly, if he really dies, He Chi looks at his black and white ugly photos all day long, sooner or later he'll have to empathize with him.

You can't die, you can't die, you can't die.

Su Xing deleted the black and white photo in his phone, and the moment he pressed the "Confirm" button, he felt a sense of enlightenment.

It's fucking hypocritical to be miserable, at least he's still alive.

Su Hong opened the door and walked out, throwing a piece of paper folded in half to Su Xing.

It was a very old piece of paper with yellowish edges.

Su Xing glanced at it, and there was a line of address written on it.

"Your mother is here," Su Hong said, "Later, I asked her roommate for the address of her hometown."

Su Xing didn't even look at the line of writing, crumpled up the paper and threw it into the trash can, saying, "She's not my mother, you're the only mother I have."

"Okay," Su Hong said, "With your words, my thirty-odd years are worth living."

She bent down to pick up the piece of paper from the trash can, flattened it, and shook it in her hand to Su Xing: "There is a box under my bed, and the key is in the third drawer. I will put this in there, and I will keep it safe in the future." Whenever you need it, go get it yourself."

Su Xing said lightly: "No need, not for the rest of my life."

"Who knows what will happen in the future." Su Hong smiled lightly at him, then turned and walked into the house.

"Why," Su Xing asked her, "tell me this today."

She had hidden the truth for more than six years, and today she single-handedly uncovered it.

Su Hong stopped and didn't look back. Her voice was very soft: "I didn't tell you before, because I couldn't bear it. Today I tell you because..."

She paused here, and Su Xing asked: "Because of what?"

——Because I may die suddenly one day, I am afraid that when you look back on this fucking life in the future, you will feel that no one loves you, and I am afraid that you will feel that I do not love you.

The words were still swallowed, and Su Hong waved her hands: "I can't hold it in for a few years, so I just say what I want to say, there is no reason."

She went back to her room and swallowed a few antipyretics. She felt groggy when she woke up in the morning. Recently, she always had an inexplicable fever.

Su Hong lay down under the quilt, the antipyretics took effect soon, and drowsiness struck her, she turned over and closed her eyes.

Su Xing called He Chi twice, but no one answered, probably this guy fell asleep after drinking too much.

He washed his face, rolled up his sleeves and started to wash the dishes. Halfway through the wash, he suddenly heard the sound of a car horn from downstairs.

Su Xing ignored it, and the owner of the car honked the horn even more vigorously. The sound of "beep, beep, beep" made the eardrums hurt from the shock.

Su Xing cursed impatiently, leaned out and glanced out the window, to see if it was some idiot who came to the slums to honk the horn to find trouble.

Downstairs in his house, the idiot He Chi was wearing a black leather jacket, army green slim-fit trousers, and a pair of short boots, half leaning on the motorcycle, with one hand on the front of the motorcycle and the other hand turning the helmet. He was so handsome.

Seeing Su Xing poking his head out, He Chi whistled, and teased in a distorted manner, "Hello! Handsome guy upstairs, happy new year!"

Su Xing put his arms on the window frame, relaxed his posture, and shouted back to him with a smile: "Brother downstairs, why are you blindly honking the horn in the middle of the night?"

He Chi hung his helmet on the handlebars of the car, raised his eyebrows, cupped his hands around his mouth, and said, "Brother, come down, brother, I won't honk the horn anymore, let me blow the horn for you - the horn - the horn -"

Su Xing: "...What are you flirting about during Chinese New Year?"

He Chi: "Come down and hug me, I'm freezing to death!"

Su Xing wiped his hands, put on a coat, didn't have time to change his shoes, and ran out wearing a pair of cotton slippers.He Chi waited for him with open arms at the top of the stairs, and Su Xing jumped into his arms across three steps. He Chi caught him firmly and hugged Su Xing around a few times.

Su Xing's slippers were turned away, leaving only a pair of cotton socks on his feet. He hammered He Chi's back twice and said, "Stop, stop, my shoes are gone!"

He Chi supported Su Xing's buttocks, put him on the motorcycle, and kissed him resoundingly on the forehead: "Handle valuables with care!"

Su Xing kicked him lightly on the thigh: "My shoes!"

He Chi approached shamelessly, tapped his cheek, and said, "I'll pick it up for you if I kiss you."

"Awesome." Su Xing squinted at him.

"Don't kiss, right?" He Chi shrugged, with a rascal expression on his face, "If you don't kiss, then go barefoot."

Su Xing had no choice but to kiss him on the left cheek.

He Chi brought his right cheek closer again, and this time he made an additional request: "You have to kiss loudly, or you won't meet the standard."

Su Xing gnawed on his right cheek with a "bo-chi".

He Chi then tapped his lips, and Su Xing followed suit, cupping his face and kissing on his lips.

He Chi was very satisfied, squinting his eyes and patted his crotch.

"..." Su Xing glanced at him and said with a sneer, "...I warn you not to push your feet."

He Chi laughed twice, and immediately went to pick up the shoes.

He drove Su Xing to the Tongshan River. A few months ago, it was a messy place, but now it has become a small park with beautiful scenery.

There are many people by the stream, most of them are young students of their age, waving fireworks sticks in groups to take selfies and write wishes on Kongming Lanterns.

The two sat shoulder to shoulder by the stream, and He Chi complained that this year's Spring Festival Gala was ugly, and he watched it with his mobile phone data in the room, which was a waste of money, and asked Su Xing if he had watched it.

Su Xing nodded, and immediately shook his head.

He Chi was amused: "Where are you imitating a tumbler that nods and shakes its head?"

Su Xing explained: "I eat in the kitchen and just listen to the TV when I turn it on."

"Yo, other people watch the show, but my teacher Su listens to the show, awesome! Does it sound good?" He Chi asked.

Su Xing replied solemnly: "It's nice to hear, the audience below are laughing up and down, it's very exciting."

"..."

He Chi and Su Xing looked at each other, and after a few seconds, they laughed together.

"Why did you come out?" Su Xing asked He Chi, "Didn't you go to your mother's side?"

He Chi smiled and said, "I escaped! I live on the 88th floor, and I used an umbrella as a parachute, and jumped out of the window with a whoosh."

As soon as Su Xing heard it, he knew that he was running the train with his mouth full, and followed his words: "So powerful?"

"That's not true," He Chi snapped his fingers, "No martial arts movie can capture my heroic figure."

"Yes, yes, Hollywood [-] million asked you to be an action director, but you refused on the spot." Su Xing smiled and embarrassed him.

He Chi felt embarrassed himself, and put his arm around Su Xing's shoulder: "Who are you pissing off, little guy? Are you talking about cross talk with me?"

In fact, he really escaped.

He Zhou couldn't bear it anymore, so he went back to his room to rest after eating, while Guan Xinxin and He Lei watched the New Year in the living room downstairs.

He Lei, a business elite, is a little strange because he is superstitious.Fengshui masters are required to give advice on everything from a new company site to a fish tank at home. He insists that no one in the family can leave the house on New Year's Eve, otherwise the family will be separated in the new year.

In fact, everyone knows that that home is not a home at all.

He Chi's room was on the second floor, and there was a tree in the yard very close to the window of his room. He stepped on the air conditioner and climbed to the tree, then jumped down from the tree, and went out without disturbing anyone.

"Don't you want to see me?" He Chi asked.

"Think." Su Xing looked at him, without any twitch, and said frankly.

"That's it!" He Chi squeezed Su Xing's little finger, "As long as you want to see me, I can escape from any tall building."

"Stupid," Su Xing clasped He Chi's hand, touching his palm, "You are not allowed to jump if the height of the building exceeds 1.5 meters, do you hear me?"

1.5 m?Whose building can be lower than 1.5 meters?

"This standard is too low," He Chi curled his lips, "No matter what, you have to set it at three or four meters."

"Oh?" Su Xing raised his eyebrows.

"Sir!" He Chi straightened his back, "Resolutely implement the strategy of not jumping over 1.5 meters!"

"Very good, very good." Su Xing patted He Chi's head.

"Then what if I miss you?" He Chi asked aggrievedly, "You won't let me jump out of the window."

"I will go find you," Su Xing said seriously, "If you are trapped, just wait for me to pick you up."

He Chi's heart warmed, he put Su Xing's hand into his pocket, and said with a smile, "Okay, I'm the princess, and you are the knight. You come to the castle on a white horse to rescue me."

"There are so many rooms in the castle, how do I know which one is you?" Su Xing moved his hand restlessly in He Chi's pocket, and he joked, "In case I save the wrong person, I will fight with that person." The princess is leaving."

"How dare you!" He Chi stared, took Su Xing's troubled hand in his pocket, and said, "Then I'll use a pen to draw stars on the windows. If you see a star in any window, that's me."

"Childish." Su Xing laughed at him.

"Can you save me? Can you help me?" He Chi put his arm around Su Xing's shoulder and scratched his palm with the other hand, asking him, "Can you help him?"

Su Xing smiled and begged for mercy: "Help, save! Guaranteed to save Her Royal Highness!"

The author says:

In the 36th Chinese New Year cultural performance, Chi Chi lost in the boxing game, so he had to play the princess and the stars played the prince.Putting on the snow-white skirt reluctantly, Xing Xing's eyes were focused and she couldn't take her eyes off her.Chi Chi was secretly complacent, could it be that my beauty has fascinated the stars?So during the rehearsal, I scratched my head and performed very hard.The next day, Xing Xing bought a box of hair removal cream for Chi Chi, and sincerely suggested that he remove his leg hair.