The alley fell into a dead silence, and Sheng Wang was stunned for several seconds before he realized what Ji Huanyu meant. He glanced at Jiang Tian subconsciously, but it was dark and he couldn't see Jiang Tian's expression.
He didn't know how Jiang Tian was feeling now, embarrassed? anger? Still doubly disgusting.
But he was going crazy.
He has never seen a person like Ji Huanyu. If he is in a mess, he will pull others into the water, and if he has no face, he will make others feel ashamed.
He looked at Ji Huanyu's gradually blurred outline, half of his face was in the shadows, and suddenly he felt that he was really blind when he looked at the old photos. How could he think that such a scum looked like Jiang Tian when he was a child
Sheng Wang pulled the strap of his schoolbag, took a half-step forward and said, "Uncle, what you said has nothing to do with me, but I really want to interject."
The ability he learned from Sheng Mingyang, the more mad he was, the more he could greet people with a smile at that moment. He had the face of a good student, and Ji Huanyu regarded him as a foil for one of Jiang Tian's classmates, even though he knew that he was sarcastic, he didn't take it seriously.
"What?" Ji Huanyu asked.
Sheng Wang took off the schoolbag on his shoulders, took a look at him, and said, "I just wanted to say, if you weren't Jiang Tian's father, the bag would be on your face now."
Ji Huanyu subconsciously took half a step back with his left foot and stopped again. He frowned and looked at Sheng Wang, wondering if he thought he was nosy, or if he expected that an outsider would not rashly interfere in his and Jiang Tian's family affairs.
Who knew that the boy in front of him spoke again—
He glanced at Jiang Tian and said, "But I don't think Jiang Tian is going to recognize you as a dad, right?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he slammed his schoolbag at Ji Huanyu.
"What the hell is Jiang Tian's business? He has a home now, fuck it."
Ji Huanyu hadn't gotten along with seventeen or eighteen-year-old boys for a long time. He didn't know there was such a person who would fight if he wanted to. He pressed his face a little embarrassedly, frowned and strode after him.
Sheng Wang heard the footsteps and was about to turn his head to look, but Jiang Tian pressed his shoulders to the back.
Jiang Tian's right shoulder collapsed, and the strap of his schoolbag fell to his elbow. He rolled up the strap and said to Ji Huanyu, "Isn't it enough to take a bite?"
Ji Huanyu stopped.
He knew how much he owed this son. Stopping footsteps is proof. Because he clearly knew that Sheng Wang's action was just one click, and that was just out of anger to stand up for others. If Jiang Tian did it, the accounts for so many years would have to be settled at one time.
The old man Ding couldn't see the situation of the battle, so he banged the door in the room, shouting: "Xiao Tim? Xiao Wang! Xiao Wang! Help me open the door, I want to kill this unethical thing! Who will be bullied? I'm at the door!"
He was so loud that even the dogs in the alley barked along with him, making a lot of noise. The coughing and human voices came here again, Ji Huanyu hesitated for a while, and finally moved his feet.
Since he was a child, he has been strong, obsessed, and wanted face to an extreme degree. Whenever he appears in front of people, he is always well-dressed and elegant, but there are always people... There are always people who remember his ugly appearance in those dark rooms, so that he can never really look bright. .
After all these years, he still feels shameful at certain moments.
invisible.
Jiang Tian pulled the corner of his mouth, as if he was too lazy to sneer. He walked to the door of the old courtyard, untied the bolt that was on the door, and dragged Sheng Wang in.
Old man Ding, who was blushing and thick-necked, was blocked by Sheng Wang's armpit. Jiang Tian closed the door again, blocking the person in the dark from the door, and didn't take a second look.
After a long time, Sheng Wang looked out from the cement flower grid on the courtyard wall. The small drying area in front of the door was long gone. Only the old paper boxes and plastic bottles piled up by Uncle Dumb in the corner were colliding with each other in the wind. Voice.
Old man Ding was a little embarrassed this night. He always felt that it was because he didn't notify in time: "If you find time to make a phone call in advance, maybe Xiao Tian won't meet Ji Huanyu as a jerk."
When Sheng Wang went to the kitchen to wash the cups, it was the nth time he heard him muttering like this. After muttering, the old man took a kitchen knife and turned his head to ask him, "Dried bamboo shoots, lotus roots, chestnuts, which do you think Xiao Tian prefers?"
Sheng Wang let go of his blade, dumbfounded. The old man is not good at coaxing people, especially Jiang Tian. After all, he has always been very clear when he was a child, and rarely needs relief. The only way the old man can think of is to make something delicious. People are already angry, and their stomachs can't lose any more.
What Jiang Tian likes to eat is a philosophical question. Old man Ding raised him as his grandson for so many years, but he didn't understand this, because every time he asked, he said "whatever".
Sheng Wang thought he didn't know, but after thinking about it, he was actually able to pick one out of three: "Then let's dry bamboo shoots, they are crispy. He seems to prefer crispier things, which are better than the ones they eat. A little more. He rarely takes the initiative to touch eggplant loofah and the like."
The old man gave him a thumbs up and went to the refrigerator to dig something.
Sheng Wang wanted to pour two glasses of water, but inspired by the old man, he rummaged through boxes in the kitchen, found a packet of chamomile, sprinkled a few in the cup, and wanted to add some anger to Jiang, better than nothing.
This night, the old and the young did their best at the dinner table, but Jiang Tian was always silent.
Sheng Wang suddenly remembered when he first met Jiang Tian. He wondered for a long time and wondered why this man had a frozen face all day long and was always unhappy. Now I finally understand that if he had a father like that, had seen all those messy things, and grew up in such an environment, he wouldn't be able to pick out a few things to be happy about.
The luggage for the training camp has been packed long ago, and there is no need to study at night this night. They stayed here for a long time with old man Ding. When they returned to school, the night study for the dormitory students had already finished.
There are students coming and going on the No. 3 road. Some of them have traveled all the way to Xile to buy a few snacks that are not available in other convenience stores. Some of them are holding basketballs and throwing a couple of shots when they pass by the playground.
Jiang Tian occasionally looked up at the playground, half-squinted his eyes, and then retracted his gaze after a while. He was distracted, wondering what was going on.
Sheng Wang glanced at him and said, "Brother?"
There were several students whizzing by, Jiang Tian didn't seem to hear clearly.
Sheng Wang thought for a while, and then called out, "Jiang Tian!"
"Huh?" The other party finally recovered and turned to look at him.
"Hereditary is all bullshit." Sheng Wang said, "Only if you can't pick out anything to say, will you talk about heredity, which is just to block you. Don't pay attention to him."
"Besides, Aunt Jiang has so many advantages in her body, and it's hereditary. Which round will you get him? You have the final say in what you do, and it has nothing to do with him. You are different from him... "
Sheng Wang remembered the meaning behind the hereditary sentence, was quiet for a few seconds, and said, "Don't worry, it won't be the same."
Jiang Tian didn't answer.
They walked to the dormitory building unknowingly, and many people ran downstairs, fetching water, shopping, and visiting. They went upstream, the lights in the corridor on the sixth floor were on, the door of the dormitory on the far side was open, and Shi Yu and Qiu Wenbin had probably just returned.
When he was about to reach the door of the dormitory, Jiang Tian, who had been silent all the way, suddenly said, "Brother Xi said something before."
"What?" Sheng Wang asked.
"Let me not go too far, it's easy to be self-defeating." Jiang Tian said.
Zhao Xi said: The more you force yourself to go in the opposite direction, the more you will care about the road behind you. The more you want to clear something, the stronger its presence will be.
Lin Beiting said: In the future, I will meet all kinds of people. There are too many people. It is possible to get closer and have other ideas.
Sheng Wang said: Don't worry, you will not be the same.
He actually understands this, but...
Jiang Tian took his eyes away from Sheng Wang, unloaded his schoolbag and walked into the dormitory. The lights in the room were brightly lit, and the boy who returned late wrapped a furry light around his body.
As he passed through the door, he whispered, "It was self-defeating long ago."