Confessions of a retired star

Fang Shuyun's eyes suddenly widened as he fled to the side, he took a deep breath, and turned his head to meet Zhu Shisi's warm and dry gaze, Fang Shuyun immediately turned his face away.

No one spoke.

The mother's busy voice outside the door stopped, the neighbors' chatting downstairs stopped, the hour hand on the wall stopped, the evening wind outside the window stopped, breathing stopped, heartbeat stopped, everything stopped, and everything was completely silent. In the shadow, only a female voice was singing the old song that made Zhu Shisi's chest tingle slightly.

"That is why all the girls in town

Follow you, all around

Just like me, they long to be

Close to you

......"

"You mean, like a friend?"

Fang Shuyun spoke in a low voice, and his eyes fell on his hands that he didn't know where to put them.

"No... not like a friend."

Zhu Shisi's voice was hoarse, Fang Shuyun's eyelashes trembled, his fingers pressed on his knees, and he pinched his trouser legs disorderly. The singing on the radio continued. After the gentle interlude, Zhu Shisi asked:

"Don't you feel that way about me?"

Fang Shuyun bowed his back and did not speak.

Zhu Shisi asked: "No?"

"Sorry……"

"Is it because of the college entrance examination?"

Fang Shuyun was silent again, and the silent shadow remained motionless on the dark wall.

"Is it because the college entrance examination is coming?" Zhu Shisi sat up and leaned against Fang Shuyun.

"No, because I can't respond to you," Fang Shuyun quickly replied this time, he looked at Zhu Shisi, his eyes drifted on his forehead, "I'm sorry, my behavior misunderstood you... I'll go first gone."

Fang Shuyun finished speaking in a hurry, got up and carried Zhu Shisi on his back, the mattress rebounded, Zhu Shisi grabbed his hand and almost fell off the bed.

"So I've been in unrequited love?"

"..."

Fang Shuyun's throat rang softly, he didn't speak, brushed away Zhu Shisi's fingers, walked around the corner of the bed and walked out the door quickly.

Meng Tang stood by the wall outside the door, holding a steaming stew pot in his hand, Fang Shuyun exited the bedroom, and met her moist eyes, both of them looked in different directions blankly.

The door opened and closed, and the sound of panicked downstairs traveled far away, and Fang Shuyun left.

His open schoolbag was still leaning against the table, the warm light of the desk lamp was still shining on the page of the magazine he had stopped, and the book "Tenderness Like Water" was quietly lying in the drawer under the light.

The hour hand moves, the chat continues, the night wind picks up again, the heart beats back to the code, and the English songs on the radio are coming to an end.

"Just like me, they long to be

Close to you

Closeto you...

Closeto you..."

***

At the age of 12, Fang Ting was not called Fang Ting, but Fang Tingchen.

His biological mother, Xue Fu, died of illness when he was 11 years old. One year later, his father Fang Liwen remarried with his ex-wife Xu Xian. Fang Tingchen, 12, followed his father and set foot on the so-called homeland on the other side of the ocean for the first time.

When returning to China, it was summer vacation, and Fang Tingchen lived in the home of his stepmother Xu Xian's parents, which was Fang Shuyun's grandparents' home.

The two old people listened very well to each other, and the elder brother Fang Shuyun who met for the first time was also very kind to him.

But Fang Tingchen is still not used to it, and even very resistant to this new environment.

Abroad, Fang Liwen was a university professor and was busy with academics. Xue Fu was a ballet dancer and often performed outside.

As soon as he arrived in China, his stepmother set a six-to-nine schedule for him, and arranged everything for him every hour. Whenever Fang Tingchen was lazy, she would mercilessly criticize him with a downcast face.

"Fang Tingchen, although you can speak Chinese, your literacy level is only equivalent to that of a low-grade elementary school student. You must write all the texts silently this week."

"Fang Tingchen, it's already eight o'clock, and your brother has finished reading a book, are you still slacking off to sleep?"

"Fang Tingchen, come here and recite the content that was arranged for you yesterday, Fang Shuyun, listen, write down the mistakes he recited, and copy it five times for punishment."

As long as Xu Xian is at home, her stern orders and reprimands can always be heard in this two-story red brick old house.

Fang Liwen was going to teach at the university, and he was busy working with the college during the summer vacation. He basically didn't care about family affairs, and he and Xu Xian were in the same camp, and he very much approved of her strict discipline.

Fang Shuyun and his grandparents were soft-tempered, and it was useless to help Fang Tingchen speak, and sometimes Xu Xian would choke on them.

"He will be a first-year student soon. He has poor foundation and is lazy. How can he keep up with him when school starts? Xue Fu and Fang Liwen don't care about this child. Since he wants to enter my house, he must be obedient and let him go. If he It's useless, who is responsible?"

The three of them were choked by Xu Xian's strong counterattack more than once and had nothing to say.

Grandma and grandpa had no choice but to make delicious food for Fang Tingchen in different ways to comfort him. Fang Shuyun spent two or three hours a day with Fang Tingchen, doing exercises with him and talking to him, but Fang Shuyun was basically alone. Speaking, Fang Tingchen sat on the side sullenly, occasionally replying.

Throughout July, Fang Tingchen lived under a high degree of depression.

Less than a year after his mother passed away, his father returned to China and remarried before the pain subsided. The environment has undergone tremendous changes. Not only did Fang Tingchen have to bear the pain of losing his mother, but he was also forced to change his way of life. He never wanted to escape from here.

But every time he saw the kind and caring eyes of his half-brother and the two elderly people, Fang Tingchen had to force himself to adapt to this high-pressure life until the day he couldn't bear it.

It happened on the second day of August.

Xu Xian and Fang Liwen went to other places to attend a class reunion, they left early and were not at home during the day.

Fang Shuyun let his younger brother sleep late, and woke him up from the upper bunk of the bunk bed at ten o'clock.

"Mom and dad may not be back until tomorrow. Grandpa and grandpa are going to college for the elderly. What do you want for lunch? I invite you."

"Just eat at home, and call me at 11:30."

Fang Tingchen didn't want to go out, he had only turned a few pages of the manga he brought back, and wanted to read the manga while Xu Xian and Fang Liwen were away.

Fang Shuyun thought that his younger brother was still going to sleep, so he closed the door and silently went to the kitchen to prepare lunch.

The two simplest dishes took an hour and a half to cook, and the rice was half overcooked. When Fang Tingchen was called to eat, his mouth moved, and without saying anything, he picked up a chopstick of brown fried shredded potatoes. He moved again, and his calm face turned blue: "Cough... I'll do it..."

In less than half an hour, Fang Tingchen brought out three dishes, and fried Fang Shuyun's overcooked rice into fried rice with eggs.

At noon that day, Fang Shuyun cleaned up all the food, and by the time he finished washing the dishes, Fang Tingchen had already gone back to the bedroom and read a whole volume of comics.

Without the strict supervision of the mother, the afternoon time was spent easily in the respective arrangements of the two brothers.

In the evening, grandma and grandpa went home to cook dinner. After the meal, Fang Shuyun went upstairs to read. Tired of reading, he wanted to call Zhu Shisi for a chat. He also thought that he would go to the handicraft factory with his father today, and he might not be home yet. , then turned off the call log, did not press the call back button, and turned a few pages of the book, was really sleepy, so closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Fang Shuyun woke up after a yell.

He froze for two seconds, the scolding continued, he got up and walked to the door, and saw three people standing downstairs.

Xu Xian was wearing the dress he wore when he went out in the morning, holding a stack of comics in his left hand, flipping through the contents of the comics with his right hand, and throwing a book on the sofa after flipping through it, his expression became more and more ugly.

"They are all violent and bloody things, even adults are not suitable, let alone you are only 12 years old, you don't read so many good books at home, what do you read them for?"

Fang Tingchen looked aside with his hands behind his back, and hummed softly in disbelief.

Fang Liwen hadn't changed his shoes yet, and was sweating profusely. He fanned his head with one of the comics in his hand. Seeing Fang Tingchen's rebellious appearance, he dropped the book and pointed his finger at Fang Shuyun's head: "Let's You are studying at home, and you actually peeked at this kind of vulgar comics? Did you take your parents' words as wind?!"

Fang Tingchen lost his balance and fell down on the sofa. He buried his head in picking up the comic books that Xu Xian had thrown around, and coded them up in order.

"I'm going to throw them away now!"

"My mother bought me comics, you are not entitled to touch them!"

"It's your mother who only knows how to play and indulges you. You are what you are now. If you go back to China to learn the rules, you must learn to be good! Throw it all away! There is no discussion!"

A fierce quarrel broke out between the father and son. Fang Tingchen rushed over to grab the comics. Seeing that Fang Liwen grabbed the remote control and was about to hit Fang Tingchen, Fang Shuyun hurried downstairs. After taking two steps, the phone in his trouser pocket suddenly rang up.

The eyes of the three people in the living room shifted upwards, Fang Shuyun was stunned for a moment, and said seriously: "Dad, let go of the dust, hitting people can't solve any problems, and grandma and grandpa are asleep, don't wake them up."

After Fang Liwen threw away the remote control in his hand, Fang Shuyun returned to the study and connected to the phone that had been ringing all along. It was from Zhu Shisi.

"good evening."

"I want to read a book at home tomorrow morning, and come to pick you up in the afternoon."

Fang Shuyun was a little absent-minded: "Okay."

"Is your brother still at your grandma's house?"

"...Ah, yes."

"what happened?"

Sensing Fang Shuyun's strangeness, he raised a question on the other side. At this moment, there was another loud quarrel downstairs.

"It's nothing...it's getting late, go to bed early, see you tomorrow."

Fang Shuyun quickly hung up the phone, trotted to the living room, and there was a commotion downstairs for a while, until the grandfather came out to mediate, and all parties returned to the room.

In the middle of the night, Fang Shuyun tossed and turned on the lower bunk of the bunk bed.

As far as he can remember, there has never been such a dispute at home, and the other party did not reply to the text message explaining to Zhu Shisi. I don’t know if he is angry. At one o'clock, he heard a thin sob from the upper bunk.

brother crying?

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