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Yanhao followed Jiang Muxing like a little tail, and followed Jiang Mu all the way out of the hospital.

Jiang Muxing's wound has been treated and the medicine has been taken, so he has no reason to cling to it anymore.

The sun was very strong, and the sun hurt people's eyes.

Yan Hao's strides were a little bigger, and she vainly pressed against Jiang Muxing's back, hiding in his shadow, feeling that they were very close.

"Squad leader, let's not have class in the evening."

Jiang Muxing stopped in front of him.

Yan Hao didn't stop the car, bumped his head, and the tip of his nose rubbed against his back muscles through his clothes, burning the ground from his ears to his neck.

Jiang Muxing turned his head: "What do you have to do tonight?"

After Yan regained consciousness, he quickly raised his hand to touch his bangs, covering up the emotions in his eyes: "No."

Jiang Muxing frowned: "Then why don't you want to go to class?"

"It's not that I don't want to," Yan Hao had the illusion of being reprimanded by his father, he explained nervously, "You have a head injury, and you should rest at home at night."

Jiang Muxing was silent for a moment: "I'm fine."

As he spoke, he continued to move forward.

"That night you came to help me with my homework, and I didn't have any papers yet..."

Before Yan Hao finished speaking, he saw Jiang Muxing bent down and squatted down. He ran over in a panic: "Squad leader, what's wrong with you? Where are you feeling uncomfortable? Are you dizzy?"

Jiang Muxing pursed his lips tightly, his face turning blue.

Yan Hao squatted in front of him, seeing his complexion like that, she was so frightened that she didn't dare to make a loud voice, stuck in her throat, trembling uncontrollably: "Did you have a concussion? Did the doctor tell you to be hospitalized? You are like this... ..."

Jiang Muxing wiped his face and interrupted him: "I'm just a little hypoglycemic."

"Hypoglycemia?" Yan Hao stared at him blankly, bewildered, "What should we do then?"

Jiang Muxing's breathing was slightly heavy: "It will be fine after a while."

Yan Yan Jiang Muxing arched his back and looked uncomfortable, his mind went blank, and it took him a long time to remember that he had candy in his pocket.

When the candy was handed over, Yan Hao had subconsciously torn off the candy wrapper, revealing a small half of the light green candy, and he squeezed it up to make it easier for Jiang Muxing to eat.

Jiang Muxing took it and ate it, the sweetness of the apple instantly spread in his mouth, and it was no longer bitter.

Yanhao has been keeping an eye on Jiang Muxing, and he breathed a sigh of relief when he found that he looked a little better: "Squad leader, you texted me at five o'clock in the morning to say you were going back. It's almost nine o'clock now, haven't you had breakfast yet?"

Jiang Muxing ate the candy, and said in a flat tone, "Forgot."

Yan Hao opened his mouth, and his eyes fell on the gauze on his forehead, then moved down, swept over a little blood on his tall nose bridge, and finally stopped on his hand with clear finger bones and traces of life. It won't be the morning Are you busy working?

Jiang Muxing raised his eyes, turned his head quickly, and the corners of his eyes were red.

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After squatting for a short while, Yan Hao's face became hot from the sun. He was very fair and his skin was tender, and he couldn't help it.

Jiang Muxing stood up and walked under the shade of the tree.

Yan Hao followed him step by step, pointing to a place: "Squad leader, there are taxis over there, and there are not many people waiting, let's go there."

Jiang Muxing didn't move: "I ride a bicycle."

"You came here by bicycle?" Yan Hao gasped in surprise, worried too much, and got a little angry with him, and was completely immersed in words, "Why didn't you take a taxi, monitor? It's too dangerous for you to ride like that I need to cover the wound with one hand and grab the handle of the car with the other, and there are a lot of cars on the road, in case something happens again..."

Jiang Muxing said lightly, "I can't stop the car."

Yan Hao's lips trembled slightly, but he couldn't say anything.

After getting in the taxi, after the banquet, he called his father overseas: "Dad, I have to learn to drive during the summer vacation."

It was midnight in Yanming City. I just finished a lot of work not long ago. I was woken up by my son when I fell asleep. He didn't lose his temper: "Last Chinese New Year, my mother and I suggested that you learn to drive, but you refused. You said you will wait until you go to college to make plans, why did you suddenly change your mind?"

Yan Hao looked at the rapidly reversing street scene outside the car window: "I want to learn."

"Okay, then you learn."

Yan Mingcheng yawned, "When you pass the driver's license test, Dad will buy you a car with a brand of your choice."

Yanhao grabbed her bangs and stroked them back: "I want one with strong shockproof function."

The driver glanced at the rearview mirror inadvertently, and found that the young man had a pair of extremely beautiful eyes, but there was no light or temperature in them, and they were gloomy, with the cinnabar mole between his eyebrows, which looked a bit coquettish.

The driver met his gaze abruptly, and the driver was startled, so he didn't look any further.

On the phone, Yan Mingcheng asked, "Anti-earthquake?"

"Well, anti-shock," Yan Hao closed his eyes slightly and leaned on the back seat, "Dad, do you have any recommendations?"

Yan Mingcheng pondered and said: "Then Land Rover, you choose the model you like."

"If you can't make up your mind, I will discuss it with your mother and give you some suggestions, and you can make a choice in the end. Let's do this first. Dad is going to sleep. Be good at school."

After hanging up the phone, Yanhao flipped through the text messages Jiang Muxing had sent, one by one, the scene of his hypoglycemia attack flashed before his eyes, and his heart hurt a little.

I really want to have a few pieces of candy and chocolate with me when I go out in the future.

-

Jiang Muxing opened the door of his house, and what he faced was a mess. He had long been accustomed to it, and walked in with a bag of medicine indifferently.

Zhou Cui came out of the room, reeking of alcohol, "Xiao Mu, what did the doctor say about the wound on your head?"

Jiang Muxing closed the door and helped up the chair that was lying on the ground.

"Mom didn't do it on purpose." Zhou Cui stood by the wall guilty and awkward, with her long messy hair. "Mom, I just watched TV last night, remembered some things from the past, and drank some wine."

Jiang Muxing straightened the table.

"Don't be angry with your mother." Zhou Cui walked over, reaching out her hands with black nail polish to his forehead, "Let mother see your injury."

Jiang Muxing avoided her hand.

The flattery and guilt on Zhou Cui's face froze for a moment: "Mom said it wasn't intentional, what else do you want? How about you throw a beer bottle on Mom's head and ask you to get it back?"

Jiang Muxing glanced coldly: "Interesting?"

Zhou Cui hugged her arms and shrank back: "Xiao Mu, it's all mother's fault. Mom knows that you work very hard on weekends and mornings. You must be very tired when you come back. It's because mother drank too much and didn't see clearly. As your father..."

"No, it's not my mother's fault. It's all your father's fault. It's his fault. It's not him. Our mother and I won't live like this."

Zhou Cui walked a few steps closer and murmured, "Son, it's all your father's fault."

Jiang Muxing cleaned up the messy living room without saying a word.

Zhou Cui raised her voice: "I was talking to you, why didn't you reply to me?"

"You father and son are both of the same virtue, you and your dead father have the same virtue." Her voice was high-pitched, crazily emphasizing, "One virtue!"

Jiang Muxing swept the broken wine bottles on the floor with a broom: "I'll take you to a nursing home in the afternoon."

"Nursing home?" Zhou Cui was stunned for a moment, then her face was filled with horror, "I'm not going!"

Jiang Muxing was expressionless.

Zhou Cui lit a cigarette with trembling hands: "The sanatorium is a place for lunatics, why should I go there?"

Jiang Muxing stated flatly: "Cure the disease."

"Cure? What disease? I'm fine."

Zhou Cui stroked the hair on her cheeks, showing charming eyebrows and eyes, with a sarcastic smile on her face, "You just don't want to care about me anymore, you think I'm a burden, it's embarrassing for you, a son doesn't think a mother is ugly, a dog doesn't If you think your family is poor, you will be punished by God, right?"

The more she went on, the more crazily she talked, "Do you think that if you put me in a nursing home, your life will be clean? Stop dreaming, it's impossible, your stain is your father, not me!"

Zhou Cui was hysterical as if he was drunk, but Jiang Muxing remained silent.

"Even if you can study, be an excellent student in No. [-] Middle School, and be admitted to a good university in the future, so what if you work harder than others? It's useless, son, your life has been over since five years ago, it's over, son, early It's over."

Zhou Cui said nervously, wandering around the room, and suddenly walked up to her son, humming a lullaby-like tone: "Xiao Mu, it's so hard for you to live, mom will take you away, and you will be able to get rid of it once you die, and you will be free." gone."

"Bam—"

Jiang Muxing, who was sweeping the floor with his head down, threw out the plastic dustpan in his hand, making a loud noise, and the broken glass that was swept in flew everywhere. His eyes were scarlet, and his expression was angry and shocked.

Zhou Cui's face turned pale, and she recovered a little: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it's my mother's fault, my mother's mind is too messed up."

With a cigarette in one hand, she clenched her fist and beat her head with the other: "Mom doesn't usually do this, it's only when she watched TV last night... that she talks nonsense. I don't know what I'm talking about. I won't watch TV from now on. None of them."

Zhou Cui grabbed her son's hand, her eyes full of misery: "Xiao Mu, don't be angry with your mother. Mom knows that you have been going to school, working part-time and taking care of your mother these few years..."

Jiang Muxing's violently heaving chest gradually calmed down, and he mentioned one thing: "The security told the property owner that you drove a car in the community yesterday."

Zhou Cui's eyes dodged for a moment, and she let go of her son's hand: "It's nothing, they're talking nonsense."

"They showed me the surveillance." Jiang Muxing said, "You also appeared near the building where the owner of the car lived and stayed many times."

The cigarette between Zhou Cui's fingers trembled, and a handful of ash fell out. She walked back and forth: "Xiao Mu, that person is drinking and gambling, and he doesn't care about the family. A good family is almost ruined. Living only hurts people."

Jiang Muxing took a few steps back and sat on the chair, looking at her calmly: "What do you want to do?"

Zhou Cuishu didn't answer, and didn't dare to look at her son. She just took a couple of puffs of cigarettes and coughed a few times: "Mom, I'm going to the nursing home, and I'll listen to you."

The air-conditioning around Jiang Muxing didn't just disappear.

Zhou Cuiyan smoked badly and coughed so badly that she shed tears. She wiped her face and took a deep breath: "Xiao Mu, the nursing home is very expensive. If you have some money, you pay it back. How can you have extra money?"

Jiang Muxing said something abrupt: "I will be in my third year of high school in the second half of the year."

Zhou Cui's eyes showed confusion.

Jiang Muxing smiled silently: "There are too many classes and I have to work part-time. I'm too busy. You go and stay there."

"The third year of high school is very important," Zhou Cui asked cautiously, "Then when mom recovers from her illness, will you pick her up?"

Jiang Muxing got up and continued to sweep the floor.

Zhou Cui pursed her lips, wanted to say something but didn't say anything, she picked up the cigarette on the ground and went back to the room.

The small living room was still a mess.

Jiang Muxing looked at half of the photo on the wall. The young woman inside was holding the little boy, smiling happily. He looked down at the blood-red scratches on his hand, bent his back with his head in his hands, and maintained that standing for a long time.