serious about love

The rain drenched the floor-to-ceiling windows, and the water traces meandered down, tick-tocking.

Jiang Muxing did not move for a long time.

Yan Hao held his breath, his heart was beating very fast, and the dense drumbeats were beating in his ears, Jiang Muxing showed his intimate side to him for the first time.

Caught off guard, can meet but never ask for.

Now as long as Yanhao turns his head a little, he can kiss Jiang Muxing's hair, ears, and cheeks. The temptation is too great, and he can't pretend to be indifferent and do nothing.

Yanhao licked his dry lips, and the two brothers patted Jiang Muxing's back in the same way, turned his face away, and sprayed hot air towards his ears.

"Squad leader, you can cry if you want, I won't laugh at you."

Jiang Muxing rubbed his forehead against Yan Hao's shoulder and turned to him, his eyes were scarlet.

Yanhao lost her voice for an instant, and stood like a stake.

-

A series of footsteps suddenly sounded from the other end of the corridor on the left, and the dean led a group of doctors hurried over.

Jiang Muxing straightened up, restrained all his emotions, and returned to his usual indifference: "Good feast."

Yan Hao was still dumbfounded: "Huh?"

Jiang Muxing's voice was low and a little hoarse: "People are here, let's go over."

Yanhao said "Oh" in a daze, and the next second he was shocked: "Then hurry up!"

He walked away faster than Jiang Muxing, and was even more anxious.

Jiang Muxing smiled silently and lowered his head, raised his hand, and wiped away the wetness from the corners of his eyes with his thumb.

Not long after, Yan Hao, Jiang Muxing, the dean, people from the police station, and several medical directors huddled in the security room. The security guard called them all the monitoring of the entire nursing home this morning, and found the missing patients bit by bit. screen appears.

Yanhao saw Jiang Muxing's mother, her eyebrows and eyes were very Jiangnan style, mixed with intellectual charm, she was like this when she was sick, and she could imagine what she looked like when she was not sick.

Jiang Muxing doesn't look like her.

Yan Hao was a little skeptical about life, so didn't Jiang Muxing be carved out of the same mold as his father?

With such an outstanding appearance, there should be more opportunities and choices. How could life be so decadent?

Yanhao tried to associate Jiang Muxing's face 30 or [-] years later with gambling addiction and alcoholism, but found that it couldn't be done at all, it was too disharmonious.

"stop!"

A person from the police station shouted: "Slow down the progress bar, yes, it's here."

At the same time, the security room became dead silent.

In the screen, Jiang Muxing's mother was talking to a middle-aged man, very emotional, and then he was dragged into a dead corner of monitoring.

After about ten minutes, in another monitoring, the middle-aged man came out by himself, and Jiang Muxing's mother was nowhere to be seen.

After more than two minutes, Jiang Muxing's mother slowly appeared, fully dressed, but occasionally rubbed her left shoulder, which seemed very uncomfortable.

Seeing this scene, those present had many guesses in their minds, but no one said anything.

Jiang Muxing's expression was terrifying.

Yan Hao watched him nervously, for fear that he would lose control.

The person from the police station slapped the notepad on the table and asked loudly, "What are you doing in the security room at this hour?"

The three security guards were all pretending to be dead. They were playing cards at that time. No one could say anything about it.

Usually in the early morning, a bunch of patients stop and go, nothing happens, so I don't know that today will be bad luck.

-

In the oppressive atmosphere, Yan Hao cast a gloomy look at the dean.

The dean had no choice but to speak: "Which room is the patient? Who's under?"

A director stood up bravely and said, "It's from Room 103."

The dean asked, "What disease?"

The director replied: "Split."

Yanhao couldn't help getting angry: "Do you put schizophrenic patients together with ordinary patients in your nursing home?"

"There are degrees of schizophrenia."

The director said: "The more serious ones will be arranged in a separate area, and the general ones will be with other patients..."

The dean stopped him with a wave of his hand and said, "Hurry up and bring him over!"

The director didn't move.

The dean put on a straight face: "Do you still want me to invite you in person?"

The director was in a cold sweat: "The patient has been discharged from the hospital at nine o'clock in the morning."

The surrounding air seems to freeze into ice.

The dean looked at the boy helplessly, saying that he was discharged from the hospital, and it would be difficult for him to handle, so he could only hand it over to the police.

Before Yan Hao said anything, the director took the initiative to check the patient's registered address.

The people at the police station were not idle either, they checked the license plate number of the exit, double insurance.

Yan Hao saw Jiang Mu going out, so he hurriedly followed.

Jiang Muxing walked in front with his back slightly arched, rubbing his hands heavily on his face: "That man is my father's little boy."

The banquet was so dazed.

Jiang Muxing said without looking back, "My dad is in business."

Yan Hao subconsciously thought, that's pretty appropriate, the open appearance doesn't fit the setting of being unknown.

Jiang Muxing said lightly: "The shopping mall is like a battlefield, with many variables. When I was in the third grade of elementary school, my dad was still thinking about how to open up the market. He went bankrupt in the fifth grade."

"After bankruptcy, he went out of town with that little boy, saying that he wanted to make a comeback."

When Yan Hao heard this, she couldn't help but tense her nerve endings.

"One year later in the summer..." Jiang Muxing's eyes flooded with memories, "It's also August, almost the same as now."

"The police informed my mother and I to claim the body. That's when we found out that my father was drinking, gambling, and borrowing usury in other places. After it snowballed, he died and left us with a pile of debts."

The feast is as good as a stick in the throat.

Jiang Muxing pressed his painful temple: "The year my dad was away from home, only that person knew about it, and my mother and I knew nothing about it."

Yanhao thought of the middle-aged man seen on the surveillance camera, with cloudy eyes, protruding cheekbones, and dark complexion. It looked a little creepy: "Your father borrowed high|interest|loan, could it be related to that person?"

Jiang Muxing's expression did not fluctuate, obviously he didn't care.

Yan Hao gnawed his lips, it didn't make much sense whether he was cheated or not, Jiang Muxing was the one who paid the debt.

"Squad leader, don't worry, your mother was in the ward when that man left, and she didn't leave together."

Yan Hao's feeble comfort: "The police have already searched according to the address, and they will let us know the results."

Jiang Muxing was silent for a while: "Are you hungry?"

Yan Hao shook his head.

Jiang Muxing let out a deep breath: "There is a supermarket in the nursing home, I'll take you there."

Yan Hao hurriedly said: "Don't go, I'm not hungry."

Jiang Muxing looked at him sideways: "It's a lie."

Banquet: "..."

-

The police were extremely efficient, and it didn't take long to find the patient who was discharged in the morning and conduct some interrogation.

In one respect, things turned out better than anyone expected.

The man didn't expect to meet Jiang Muxing's mother in the nursing home. The two of them were very surprised, and then they had a fierce quarrel because of the previous incident.

He confessed that he accidentally pushed the person against the wall, and had no other behavior.

Yanhao relayed what the police dictated on the phone to Jiang Muxing: "Your father told your mother that your father had a sum of money in the hands of a woman."

Jiang Muxing suddenly raised his eyelids.

Yan Hao scratched her hair: "Your mother probably went to find her."

Jiang Muxing stuffed the uneaten bread into the packaging bag: "I must stop my mother before she finds someone."

"I know." Yan Hao said, "The police are looking for it, we'll wait here for news, don't spread out, otherwise unnecessary time and energy will be wasted."

While Yan Hao was talking, Yang Cong called, and he found a place to pick it up.

Yang Cong was playing tricks on the other end: "My good brother, where are you going to play, the class is over, call your brother, let's have a company."

Yan Hao took out the leftover donut from his pocket and took a bite, his voice was vague: "What a fart."

Yang Cong laughed foolishly: "If you want to play this, then I really have to ask you for advice."

"Don't force me, I have something to do here." Yan Hao swallowed the donut, "I'm hanging up, we'll talk about it later."

"Turn back to the wool, when did you not send me like a second dog, and then there was no more?"

The more Yang Cong talked, the more he talked, and he yelled disgustingly: "Damn you, skip class with Jiang Muxing, and don't bring me!"

Banquet: "..."

"Jiang Muxing has something to do at home, I'll help him."

Yang Cong's anger subsided a bit, he was curious about what was going on, but he didn't bother to waste his time talking because his brother wouldn't talk about it.

"Favour is the most difficult thing in the world to repay. There is no way to weigh it. You make him owe it, and you are clever."

Yan said kindly, what is owed, as long as he has what Jiang Muxing wants, he is willing to offer it.

-

Ten minutes later, the police called, saying that the missing patient had been found and was in the hospital.

Yanhao and Jiang Muxing rushed over.

Outside the ward, the police officer sighed: "Student, your mother is also amazing. She escaped from the nursing home alone and went to the city center, on Nanning Road. If we were later, she would force her way into the office building."

Jiang Muxing said in a deep voice, "Where did she get hurt?"

"Head." The policeman said, "We made it clear that we came, but she reacted very strongly and was very uncooperative. She insisted on running into the building, knocked herself on the ground, and saw blood on the spot. Fortunately, there was no one around at that point, otherwise it would have ended badly." .”

Jiang Muxing's forehead twitched.

The Yanhao on the side thanked the police officer.

"That's what we should do. The doctor said the patient had a mild concussion." The policeman said, "You should watch it yourself and call the nurse in time."

Yan Hao waved his hand and watched the police officer leave: "Squad leader, you go in, I'm outside."

Jiang Muxing frowned: "You go back to school."

Yan Hao didn't listen to him: "Wait a minute, I'm on leave anyway, so don't worry."

The lines between Jiang Muxing's eyebrows were deeper.

Yan Hao avoided the gaze from above: "Go in, your mother must have something to tell you."

When it was over, he pushed the door open for Jiang Muxing.

A weak voice sounded from the ward: "Xiao Mu?"

Jiang Muxing paused in place.

Yan Hao pushed him inside and immediately closed the door.

-

A faint voice came through the crack of the door, Yan Hao touched the tip of his nose, it was not good to eavesdrop on Jiang Muxing's conversation with his mother.

Yan Hao was about to walk away when he heard a familiar name suddenly, his eyelids twitched violently.

Across the door, the conversation inside continued.

Jiang Muxing's mother said that name hysterically, her words were extremely ugly and vulgar.

Yanhao made sure she heard the name correctly, and within a few seconds, several emotions arose.

It was Aunt Gui who had something to do with Jiang Muxing's father.

Yan Hao walked back and forth at the door, eyes full of anxiety, hoping there was a misunderstanding, not what Jiang Muxing's mother said.

He pinched the phone, loosened his fingers and squeezed them tightly again, and after repeating several times, he sent a text message to his mother.

-Mom, call Aunt Gui for dinner tonight.

Ni Qing returned quickly.

- Okay, last night when Mom went to your Aunt Gui, she even mentioned you, saying that the braised pork she cooked has improved and she will cook it for you.

Yan Hao picks his nails, Aunt Gui is his mother's best friend, and has been a good friend for many years.

With Aunt Gui involved, Jiang Muxing's family affairs, his mother will also know...

-

After an unknown amount of time, the conversation stopped.

Yan Hao waited and waited, but he didn't hear any sound. He was very worried, and his imagination became more and more scary, so he couldn't help but stick it on the door.

Suddenly a voice from behind asked, "Little brother, what are you doing?"

Yan Hao was so startled that he almost jumped up.

"You are so timid."

The nurse knocked on the door and walked in while talking and laughing kindly.

Jiang Muxing turned his head towards the door when he heard the sound.

Zhou Cui looked from her son's perspective: "Xiao Mu, did you bring your classmates?"

Will she go crazy now? She looks like a normal mother. Looking forward to the arrival of her son's classmate, she expressed the greatest enthusiasm: "Where is he? Why don't you come in?"

Jiang Muxing didn't respond.

The smile on Zhou Cui's face was a little stiff.

The nurse felt that the relationship between the outstanding mother and son was not good, so she quickly checked the infusion bottle, took the temperature and left.

With the door open, it would be embarrassing after the banquet. Jiang Muxing didn't seem to want to introduce him to his mother, so forget it, he'd better not get involved.

"Good feast."

Jiang Muxing called out suddenly: "Come in."

Yan Hao suddenly seemed to have a rope tied around his neck, Jiang Muxing pulled the other end, pulled him to the end of the bed, and ordered him to be good and not to move.

-

The middle-aged woman on the hospital bed was arranging her long hair in front of her, and she was more temperamental than the one in the surveillance.

If Yanhao hadn't heard the whole process with her own ears, she would never have believed that she would go crazy to that point.

Zhou Cui straightened her messy hair: "Xiao Mu, why don't you introduce it to your mother?"

Jiang Muxing blocked most of Yanhao's body: "I called out just now."

Zhou Cui smiled wryly: "Mom just wants to meet classmates who know you."

Jiang Muxing said nothing.

It's good to poke Jiang Muxing's back.

Jiang Muxing's throat moved, and he walked to the window in silence.

The banquet was not in the way of Jiang Muxing, so he greeted politely: "Auntie, I am Yanhao, the banquet's banquet, it's good to be better."

Zhou Cui smiled: "Hello, I am Xiao Mu's mother."

The next moment I asked, "Which one is better?"

Yanhao said every word, and answered seriously: "Everything will be fine."

Zhou Cui murmured: "Your parents chose that word for you because they wanted you well. They must love you very much."

Yanhao smiled obediently.

Zhou Cui looked at the boy in front of her. He had a clean youthful air on him. He was very innocent and young. He was a child who had never experienced hardship, unlike her son.

How did you become friends?

Yanhao was a little uncomfortable being scrutinized, and when he was about to say something, Jiang Muxing turned back quietly, turned his back and stood in front of him.

Zhou Cui was stunned, he was just a classmate, his son must have been on guard too much.

As if she had discovered something, her bloodshot eyes suddenly opened.

The son is not on guard, he is taking care of his own private property.

The eyes of the mother and son met, and something was self-evident.

Zhou Cui looked away first, she reached for the disposable cup on the cabinet to drink water, her hands were shaking all the time.

Jiang Muxing bowed his head and said to Yanhao, "You go out first."

Yan Hao muttered: "Why are you driving me away?"

Jiang Muxing tugged at the wrinkled T-shirt on the back of him: "There is a restaurant opposite the hospital, go and eat something, I'll find you later."

Yan Hao was dazed by Jiang Muxing's natural actions, and walked out in a daze.

-

The ward was eerily silent.

Zhou Cui didn't take a sip of water for a long time, she gripped the paper cup tightly: "He's not just your classmate."

Jiang Muxing sat down on the chair.

"You have suffered a lot. Mom is not qualified to interfere with your life. As long as you feel good, that's fine, but,"

Zhou Cui's face was pale: "But he is also a boy..."

Jiang Muxing looked at the hands on his legs: "Without him, I wouldn't be where I am now."

Zhou Cui thought her son was exaggerating: "You haven't finished high school yet, and you've only known him for two years. Not long, you..."

Jiang Muxing said indifferently: "We didn't meet each other in high school."

Zhou Cui's gauze-wrapped head burst into sharp pain: "When was that? You are in the same junior high school class?"

Jiang Muxing answered irrelevantly: "The year Dad died, you had to sell one of your kidneys."

Zhou Cui's thoughts were disrupted at once, and the scenes of that year reappeared in front of her eyes.

At that time, she had nowhere to go, and the channel she asked someone to find usually only sold for tens of thousands, but she could get 20.

As a result, on the day of the appointment, Zhou Cui couldn't get in touch.

The kidneys cannot be sold, the only hope is gone, and the spirit is broken.

Zhou Cui even wanted to sell it in the past, doing the skin｜meat business for money, but she couldn't do it. She would rather die than do such a thing.

This doesn't work, that doesn't work, Zhou Cui's spiritual world is in a desperate situation, she has the idea of ​​committing suicide, and wants to take her son with her.

Even if he was rescued in time by the debt collectors and his son was strong enough to carry the dilapidated home, Zhou Cui would not recover and had to rely on drugs to control his condition.

Many times she struggled with self-loathing, seeking relief, and unable to let go of her son.

"How do you know about this?"

Zhou Cui realized that something was wrong. The paper cup in her hand was not stable, and the water spilled on the quilt. She sat up and asked her son hoarsely, "Ah? How did you know?"

Jiang Mu said calmly, "I overheard your phone call and called the police in advance."

Zhou Cui gasped. When she read the news, she knew that the entire stronghold was taken away, but she never thought it was her son's credit.

She fell back on the bed and sighed miserably: "Silly boy, if you don't do that, it will be easier these few years."

Jiang Muxing was expressionless.

Zhou Cui stopped patting the quilt: "What does this have to do with the banquet?"

Jiang Muxing closed his eyelids: "I met him that night."

Zhou Cui was puzzled.

Jiang Muxing said to himself: "I've been looking for him for three years. I walked on that street throughout junior high school. I couldn't wait. I only found him on the day of reporting in the freshman year of high school."

Zhou Cui thought it was just adolescence, and it would be gone after this age. Seeing the obsession and paranoia on her son's face, she was too terrified to speak.

Jiang Muxing said bluntly: "Don't persuade me, and don't worry about me. I have a plan, a goal, and a future I want. It's not a sudden impulse, but a long-planned plan."

Zhou Cui cried anxiously: "Xiaomu, you are only eighteen or nineteen years old, and your life has not yet begun. In a few years, you may..."

Jiang Muxing put down his hands and showed the silence in his eyes to his only flesh and blood relative.

"Do I seem to be eighteen or nineteen years old?"

Zhou Cui was tortured by guilt and pain. She covered her tear-stained face, not daring to look at her son.

Jiang Muxing turned on the phone, flipped to a photo, and stroked the boy who took the sunrise in the photo with his fingertips.

After a while, Jiang Muxing put away his phone and stood up, walked to the bed and called, "Mom."

Zhou Cui's thin body shook, she raised her head in disbelief, and murmured: "Hey... hey!"

Jiang Muxing smiled with red eyes: "If you want me to live well, just pray that I can have him for the rest of my life."