In the evening, Shang Yunrou called and asked me if I was at home. I looked at Shang Muxiao, who was sleeping tiredly, and closed the door to the living room.
"Are you coming over?" I asked.
There was a sudden transition from a quiet space to a relatively noisy environment, followed by a dull door closing.
"I'm already downstairs, open the door."
I was taken aback, hung up the phone, and went to open the door.
About two minutes later, the elevator stopped on the eleventh floor. After the door opened, Shang Yunrou walked out slowly.
I guessed that she was here for this afternoon, and turned her side to ask her to come into the room to talk.
Gently placed a cup of warm water on the coffee table, I sat down on the other single sofa, and said, "Did you come by yourself?"
"Haiyang brought me here. He's waiting for me below. I'll leave after a few words. We have to pick up Lingling later. She has piano lessons today." She moved her gaze to the closed bedroom door and asked, "how is he?"
I also looked over and said, "I was a little depressed, I went back to eat something and fell asleep."
The egg yolk also seemed to sense that he was not in a high mood, and had been quietly sticking to him, sleeping with him on the bed.
"We... Dad and I finally decided to exhibit that painting, please tell Mu Xiao." She cried so much in the afternoon, her eyes are still slightly red and swollen, and she has no energy to speak. Sharp and decisive in confrontation.
She couldn't tell whether she was lost in thought or in a daze, and Shang Yunrou didn't say anything for a while.
After a while, she suddenly said, "I object to you being together, not just for the so-called 'normality'. It's too tiring to take care of the patient, I don't want him to suffer from what I have experienced."
"I don't know if you've ever been with someone with depression. That feeling... She suffers, and you suffer more than her. She's like a black hole, absorbing all light, heat, hope, and joy..." she said quietly , pick out those bloody memories little by little from the memories.
"When she doesn't take medicine, the little things will make her hysterical, break down and cry. She will have a bad temper, and she will keep drawing, but she is always dissatisfied. Taking medicine, she will calm down a little, but She also felt that the side effects of the drug 'robbed' her of her inspiration and made her unable to paint. So she poured out all the medicines and negatively treated her, which turned into a total disaster."
"In order to make her take the medicine, my father and I could only secretly add the medicine to her food. But once she noticed this, it would be another disaster, and everyone should not think about it." , She sighed softly, turned to me and said, "The last time Mu Xiao crashed the car, was it because of the rain? He should have told you why he hates rainy days."
I nodded and said, "Well, he told me something."
"That wasn't the first time our mother tried to commit suicide. When Mu Xiao was younger, she tried once, and that time she almost killed everyone. She was so sick that we had to put her in a nursing home. There, she started taking medicine on time and actively cooperated with the treatment. Everyone thought she was getting better, and so did the doctor. So a year later, she was discharged from the hospital." She pursed her lips and showed a bleak smile. , "You know what the ending is."
Shang Yunrou sat for about ten minutes and then got up and wanted to leave. I took her to the door, and she stepped out of the threshold with one foot. Suddenly, she seemed to remember something and asked me if I had any news about Fang Qinian, saying that he was gone.
In fact, I was a little surprised that I didn't see anyone else this afternoon, but I only thought that he had not made up with Shang Lu, or that his status was embarrassing, and it was inconvenient to attend such an occasion. I really didn't expect him to run away from home again.
It's just, this time, I don't know if he is still trying to escape, or if he really wants to go.
I said, "No, I took him in a while ago, but then he went home with Mr. Shang, and I never contacted him again."
Shang Yunrou looked at it as if she was mentioning it casually, and didn't mean to ask any further questions.
She lowered her head and stroked her slightly bulging belly, with a soft expression on her face, which was surprisingly consistent with Mei Zixun's expression in the painting in the afternoon: "Then let him go, I don't have the heart to care about other people's affairs now. After becoming a mother, I have a new understanding of many things, and I have a lot of expectations."
The arrival of most new lives can still bring people hope and happiness. Although I have never been a father, when Yang Youling and Bei Yan were born, just looking at them, I felt that I was being pulled upward by a vigorous vitality, and even the ordinary life seemed to be stained with some bright colors. .
"What month is the due date?" I asked.
"October."
"It's a good month." It's neither cold nor hot, and there are many sunny days.
It is hoped that the arrival of this new life can ease the pain of the merchants after more than 20 years and bring more bright colors.
Closing the door, I turned around and found the bedroom door open. Shang Muxiao leaned against the door with no sleepiness on his face, obviously he had been awake for a long time.
"Did you hear it all?"
"Then I won't repeat it to you." I went to collect the water cup on the coffee table, and just as I was about to stand up, Shang Muxiao hugged me from behind like a koala.
"You're not a patient." He pressed his lips to my neck and said sticky, "You are my gem, my mustard, my favorite... teacher."
I was a little itchy, smiled and wanted to hide, but he restrained my waist even harder.
"In a few days, I will be able to take a vacation after my invigilation is over, and then help you move house together."
His kiss continued to spread, all the way up from the neck to the pinna.
I shuddered uncontrollably, and my breathing gradually began to quicken. The water in the cup quivered and splashed onto my hands. There was no sound, but there seemed to be a "zilla" sound of cold water splashing on the hot iron in my ears.
Not only because of the weather, but also because of the burning desire that was gradually awakened by him.
"Well... let me put the water glass away..." I held back the trembling and discussed with him.
"Don't." He became nasty, grinding my earlobe between his teeth, making the ear bead painful and hot.
His straightforward refusal was a bit like a little bastard in the past. I was angry and funny for a while, and felt that he was too obedient. If I told him not to be so sensible, he would really become ignorant.
"What do you want?"
His hands reached down the hem of his shirt and up his waist.
"Where are my earrings?"
I breathed a little, my mind was blank for a moment, and my mouth moved subconsciously: "Pump, in the drawer..."
"Can you give it back to me?"
After a long time, it turned out to be asking me for ear studs.
I swallowed, almost unable to hold the water.
"Um… "
He got a positive answer, stopped teasing me, and loosened the restraint little by little.
I sighed secretly and put the cup back on the coffee table. Just when he was still a few centimeters away, his arm was suddenly pulled hard, and the water glass overturned and splashed all over the table. I turned around in amazement, and saw Shang Muxiao's expression of "what can you do with me", leaned forward and kissed my lips.
Willful and arrogant...
Little by little, I sank into his kisses, groaning helplessly in my mind.
When I woke up the next day, the pool of water on the coffee table was almost dry. And after a week of rest, Shang Muxiao put on the star earrings and threw himself into the intense training again.
Half a month later, I suddenly received two couriers. One was sent by Lu Yue, and the other... was sent by Fang Qinian.
The courier that Lu Yue sent was a large box filled with various local products.
I called and Lu Yue said that the item was sent by Lu's mother, and without a word, handed the phone aside.
"Mom, talk to Beidou... What are you doing, don't be embarrassed... Come quickly... "
After a rustling sound, Mama Lu answered the phone and said a little uncomfortable: "Beida, have you received the item?"
"Well, I got it."
She explained in detail how and how to eat the various ingredients in the box, and asked me how my health was recently with great concern. At the end of the chat, she was about to hang up. She seemed to have just remembered the most important thing, and hurriedly added a sentence to let me go to her house for dinner and bring Shang Muxiao with me.
As for Fang Qinian's express delivery, it was shown that it was sent from abroad, with three layers inside and three layers outside. After finally opening it, I found that there was an oil painting and a portrait of an egg yolk inside. After that, I didn't leave a word, and I don't know what he meant.
After the holiday, I took the time to go to a psychological support group. Ning Tianer went on a graduation trip after the college entrance examination, so there were only me and Sister Liao left in the group.
I handed her the letter I wrote and told her that I should never come again.
She smiled clearly and took the letter in my hand: "I will read this graduation letter to Tian'er, and I hope she can 'graduate' from here soon after reading it."
Sister Liao has also organized mutual aid groups for more than ten years. The cause is unknown, and she has never mentioned it. Batches of members have been replaced, and she is the only one who stayed until the end.
"Will this mutual aid group ever exist?" I asked.
"Yes, as long as I can do it, I will continue it." She folded the corner of the envelope and glanced at the ping-pong table with hot tea and handmade biscuits, her eyes unshakable "The world will always give those who are unhappy, disheartened and sad a place to speak and listen."
"Thank you." I sincerely thank her for myself and for those people.
She glanced at the letter in her hand and gave me a big hug: "Thank you too."
It seems that every team member who can successfully "graduate" from here has a great meaning to her - an extraordinary meaning that I can't detect, but only exists deep in her heart.
Back at home, Shang Muxiao was drowsily cramming on the sofa with Egg Yolk to watch a movie.
Seeing that I was back, he cheered up a little, stretched out his hand to me, and asked me to go over.
"I'm going to fall asleep if you don't come back."
I took his hand and was led to sit on top of him.
"Sleep when you're sleepy, what are you holding on to?"
"Because I have something for you." He put his chin on my shoulder, reached out and took a ticket-like piece of paper on the coffee table and handed it to me.
I took it over and took a closer look, and found that it was really a ticket, a ticket for a motorcycle race.
"I will represent Chiya for the first time. Teacher, come and see me in the competition, I will bring the trophy... to you again." Shang Muxiao's tone was firm, as if the matter had been settled.
He still remembered his fear and hesitation on the night he was hospitalized in a crash, but now, he seems to have completely shaken off the haze of the past, regained his confidence, and was fearless again.
He'll be on the top podium again.
He would be... my pride.
Possibly infected by him, I couldn't help but have an almost blind confidence in him.