"Ding Zhong, go wake your brother up."
"Why did you call him? I ignored you, and ran out when I got up."
"You can call me if you want, there is so much nonsense."
"Qin Qing! Get up! That's fine, I called."
"Who told you to lie down and scream! You won't knock on the door!"
"No, my leg is broken!"
Talking, game consoles, and TV sounds come and go.
A noisy and tiresome morning that was once so familiar.
These should stay in the depths of memory, but now they are close in front of my eyes, lingering around me.
In the small room facing north, the door was slowly closed.
Behind the door, Qin stood quietly.
It's not a dream, nor is it wrong, this is his home more than ten years ago.
Lying on the sofa in the living room playing games is his half-brother Ding Zhong.
While doing housework, the one who urged Ding Zhong to wake him up was the woman he called his mother.
Qin Qing just woke up not long ago, and felt a dreamlike trance about all this, and couldn't believe it.
He clearly remembered that last night he was catching a red-eye flight back. He was on the plane, so he squinted his eyes and fell asleep for a while. At this point in time, he should have got off the plane early and returned to the company for a meeting. How could that happen? In the hometown of C city
Not to mention that the house in his hometown had been demolished a long time ago, how could he still live with Ding Zhong and his mother
Not to mention that the desk calendar on the bedside table is still from XX20.
Twenty years
a decade ago
Qin Qing felt her scalp tense because of all this, and her heart was extremely calm.
If not mistaken, he should be reborn.
Reborn in the year when he turns eighteen.
This year, Qin Qing remembers very clearly that he was first forced by his family to drop out of school, and wandered around the society for a period of time full of resentment and unwillingness. North drift road.
Qin Qing can't remember how much hardship she endured during the hard work. She only remembers that when she first arrived in City B, she slept on the road and ate rice. She finally found a job serving dishes in a hotel with her decent looks. When the call came, he was asked to send at least half of his income to his family.
Family affection, love? nonexistent.
There is only the crampedness of being surrounded by a big city, and the panic of an unpredictable future.
By the time I get over it, I'm already in my twenties.
I bought a second-hand Mercedes-Benz with the money I saved and a credit loan. I drove it every day to run projects and meet various people. .
After that, life began to climb quickly, from assistant to executive broker to cultural company partner.
Qin Qing started this road at the age of eighteen and walked for more than ten years before finally gaining something and taking root.
Even so, he didn't dare to slack off for a moment, working hard seemed to have become a habit, deeply engraved in his bones.
But other than that, he has nothing.
He has no friends, no lover, and no one who cares about him.
There are only phone calls at a fixed time every month, urging him to send money home.
There is also inner loneliness, insecurity, mistrust of people, and exhaustion.
Qin Qing asked herself before, can't she stop
He wanted to stop.
But there is no way, his career, status, his money, and his connection with the so-called "family" are all supported by the career he has worked hard for.
Without these, who would talk to him
But now, he really stopped, and all the careers he valued and were proud of were gone.
Start all over again.
Qin Qing lay back on the bed and looked at the ceiling calmly, not feeling uncomfortable or dazed, but rather relaxed.
There is no need to work overtime, stay up late, hold meetings, or socialize for projects. He doesn't need to deal with others, and he doesn't need anyone to deal with him.
Just like this ceiling, it is white, clean, nothing.
Maybe it was because of sleeping on this old bed, or maybe it was because of this ease that brought Qin Qing a long-lost peace. After a while, Qin Qing fell asleep and had a dream.
In the dream, he tore up the contract, threw it in the partner's face, and told the other party in a noble and glamorous way: I don't want to serve you anymore, I love so and so.
—
It was noon when Qin Qing woke up.
He got up slowly, poured himself a glass of water by the desk, and estimated the current situation while drinking.
If you guessed right, this was when he had just dropped out of school.
Probably the mother also knew that this was ruining her son's future, so she let him sleep until the sun was high and didn't knock on the door.
At that time, the desk hadn't been cleaned up, and there was a pile of books on it.
After Qin Qing drank the water, she looked down and saw it, feeling strange and stunned.
He went to school late and was always the oldest in the class. He was already eighteen years old in his second year of high school.
If he doesn't drop out of school, with his grades, he won't be able to pass the top 10 prestigious schools, and 985 is not difficult.
Because of this, the fact that he could not continue to go to school made him very sad back then, which led to his later self-abandonment, and then he quit doing shit and wandered on the road.
However, Qin Qing, who has been reborn now, is no longer the eighteen-year-old boy who had just grown up and was unstable.
Right now his studies have stopped, and it is impossible for his family to continue to support him in his studies. What he can do now...
"Gululu."
Qin Qing raised her hand to cover her stomach, she was hungry, so eat first.
There is a way to eat. The so-called way does not mean that you must serve the bowl and you cannot smack your mouth, but—
At the dining table, Ding Zhong saw that the second chicken leg was also taken away by Qin Qing.
Ding Zhong: "Hi!"
There were two chicken legs in Qin Qing's bowl, with a look of naturalness on his face: "If you can't go to school, why don't you give me the meat?"
One sentence hit the fatal spot, and the atmosphere froze.
Ding Zhong held the bowl, speechless.
Mother Qiufang smiled dryly: "Eat, eat, no one will give you some." As she spoke, she stretched out her chopsticks and picked up two more pieces of chicken for Qin Qing.
Ding Zhong quit, he was about to throw away his chopsticks: "Mom! I don't want to eat!"
Sun Fang frowned: "Who won't let you eat it? What's wrong with your brother eating two extra pieces of meat? Did you cut off the meat on your body?"
Ding Zhong held the bowl and rolled his eyes.
Qin Qing looked amused.
It's not that the mother and son are funny, but that she was really blind before.
It's not that this scene has never happened in the previous life, it's not because of the chicken legs, it's because of other things, anyway, this family is so big, there are only so few things in the house, and the two brothers will fight from time to time.
When they were arguing, my mother was impatient most of the time and thought they were noisy, but what she said most was always "you are the older brother" and "let me let you be the younger brother".
After dropping out of school, the mother started to look at him, giving Ding a bad face in all kinds of ways. It seemed that she was helping his eldest son, but in reality
It's just that if you want the horse to run, give the horse some grass first.
To put it mildly, it's called Huairou policy.
Under this policy, he was the one who dropped out of school to work in Beibiao, he was the one who gave the family money to buy a house, and he was the one who helped everywhere. Lian Ding remarried and had a second child, and he reimbursed the money for diapers.
Knowing everything clearly, and witnessing such a routine with her own eyes, Qin Qing's mouth was full of bitterness.
Why didn't he know this when he gave money in his last life
But at that time, he was lonely in his heart, living in a bustling city, with nothing to rely on in his heart, so he needed this hypocritical family affection too much.
And money was just a drop in the bucket to him at that time, and if he exchanged something he didn't care about for a short-term peace of mind, even if it was all fake, it would be a waste of money.
It's really pitiful and ridiculous when you think about it.
After a short moment of sadness, Qin Qing's mentality recovered, why is it bitter? Isn't the chicken leg delicious
What's more, it was all a matter of the previous life, and now he has no money.
Not only no money, no job, no source of income.
And a boy who just dropped out of school and has no source of income can only reach out and ask his family for money.
Although the process of reaching out and asking people for money is very unfamiliar to Qin Qing, it does not prevent him from learning experience from being asked for money and blood sucked in his previous life.
Huairou, kidnapping by family affection and morality, complaining, no one can do it.
I can act if I don't.
So after the meal, Qin Qing asked Sun Fang for money with peace of mind.
Of course Sun Fang didn't want to give it. She wished that Qin Qing would go out to work and earn money earlier, but the eldest son just came back from school recently, and she was in a low mood. Zhang fifty.
Qin Qing raised her hand and answered, "Not enough."
Sun Fang endured her temper: "Enough, you can spend an afternoon in an Internet cafe and play games."
Qin Qing opened his mouth and came: "I want to buy game equipment."
Sun Fang frowned: "What kind of game equipment should I buy?" Realizing that her tone was not good, she quickly eased her tone: "You know that, this is the condition of our family."
Qin Qing didn't say anything, she glanced at the coffee table, and what she saw was a physics exercise book casually placed under the coffee table, she didn't say anything, with an expression of unwillingness.
Sun Fang hesitated, not wanting to pay.
After a while, the corners of Qin Qing's lips were tightly pursed, and the hand hanging by her side clenched into a fist. The appearance was not only unwilling, but also a bit resentful.
Sun Fang is not stupid as a mother, and she is also afraid that her son will hold grudges. After grudges, who will make money for the family
So I had to compromise and pay, and gave another fifty: "Save some money."
Qin Qing took the money and turned around and left. The moment she turned around, the expression of hatred and unwillingness just now disappeared immediately.
I sighed in my heart while I was dispersing: it is too childish to deal with the mother and son with the life experience of over 30 years of hard work all the way.
It's not just pediatrics, it's not worth spending more energy on these people.
Qin Qing took the money and went back to the room.
He had already made up his mind, he didn't want to stay in this house, and he couldn't.
Although Sun Fang is his mother by blood, she has no affection for him at all, and Ding Zhong never regards him as a brother.
The mother and son were of one heart and worked together to suck his blood.
Do it again, there will be a lot of life in the future, Qin Qing just wants to live a comfortable life that she wants, leaving home and getting rid of this mother and child are all necessary. No one is inseparable from anyone.
And with his current situation, it is impossible for him to leave home without considering the issue of money. Fifty counts as fifty, and if there is one hundred counts as one hundred, as Ms. Sun called and asked him to buy diapers for Ding Zhong's second child: raise a child Very expensive.
Qin Qing: Running also costs money.
Ms. Sun: Diapers, milk powder, clothes, shoes, early education, none of them cost money. You have never raised a child, so I don’t know how much it costs.
Qin Qing: Tickets, three meals a day, hotels, travel expenses, none of them cost money. You haven't traveled, so I don't know how much it costs.
And how much does a simple run cost
Qin Qing didn't even need to use paper and pen to do the calculations, but he made a calculation in his heart: not too much, three thousand is enough.
Qin Qing took the two fifty out of his pocket and smoothed them out, opened the drawer, and stuffed them into a book.
There were a few other bills in the book, Qin Qing flipped through the pages, and thought that these were the breakfast money he had saved for one or two dollars, not much, only two or three hundred in total.
Adding today's one hundred, it is only less than four hundred, which is far from enough.
Through the door, Sun Fangxun's youngest son's voice came into the room: "Playing, playing, playing games all day long! I bought you a tablet so you can play games!"
Ding Zhong: "Give it back to me!"
Sun Fang: "Here, believe it or not, I fell for you!"
Ding Zhong: "You fell! Three or four thousand ones. I just bought it, and you fell it! Anyway, I didn't spend my money to buy it!"
Tablet, just bought, three or four thousand...
Qin Qing turned his head and looked towards the door.
After a few minutes.
Hearing that Qin Qing wanted a tablet, Ding Zhong quit. Finally, the buttocks that were lying on the sofa lifted up: "Mom bought this for me to watch as a tutor. Why did you take it away? Why?"
Qin Qing looked at Ding Zhong: "Since you can still study, I can only drop out of school."
Ding Zhong: "No! Mine! I use it to study for the exam!"
Qin Qing took out the set of excuses Sun Fang used to ask him for money to travel around the world: "Mom, I'm just in a bad mood, feeling bored, and want to play with it and relax, can't even this little request satisfy me? "
The jack-of-all-trades routine: "I'll pay you back in a few days." Shit.