By the age of 36, Yang Mo's experience can be described as "up and down".
His family was not wealthy, so Lao Yang lived frugally and spent all the money on Yang Mo and his mother.
Yang Mo's mother is in poor health and spends half of the year lying in a hospital bed.
Xiao Yang Mo followed his mother's point. His body was very "rebellious", and he didn't absorb any food he ate. He was still so thin that it would collapse when the wind blew. His personality is also different from his peers. He is taciturn. Although he has good grades, he never participates in the classroom. Teachers and classmates sometimes forget his voice.
Yang Mo from the kindergarten is already a little sensible. He never waits in line for parents after school. He sneaks to the hospital to visit his mother. Several times the teacher can't find him and calls Lao Yang in a hurry.
He was sitting on the chair beside the hospital bed, barely able to reach the ground with his feet, lying on the table without a word, writing neat Arabic numerals. Nurses and patients all said that he was well behaved. Not only was he not noisy or noisy, but he would pour water and peel apples for his mother at a young age.
Yang Mo's mother is especially fond of children, and asks him every day if he has encountered interesting things in school or if he likes children.
Xiao Yang Mo shook his head and said, "None."
Mother said, "Didn't the teacher teach you how to play games?"
"Yes," Yang Mo thought for a while, and said in a flat tone, "I played the house today, the girl played the mother and the boy played the father." Xiao Yang Mo said, "They all play at the same table, but my tablemate is a boy."
Mother asked with great interest, "Then how did you act?"
Although Yang Mo doesn't like games, he will not resist group activities. He said, "We take turns playing mother."
Seeing his mother giggling, he tilted his head and asked, "what's the matter."
The mother patted his little head and said, "It could be two dads too."
Yang Mo held the pencil, shook his head and said, "No, there is no such combination."
Mother smacked her lips: "Um..."
"Look," she said, "boys and girls are like opposite poles of a magnet, and they can be drawn together smoothly. But boy and boy, girl and girl, are like mutually exclusive poles." She didn't know Where did I get the two oval black magnets, probably the toys dropped by the child who came to visit the patient.
"They don't touch each other when they're placed normally." Mother handed one to Yang Mo and said, "But if you work harder and overcome resistance, they can still touch."
Yang Mo listened carefully and said, "It will be difficult."
Mother laughed: "So they are working hard."
He stared into her eyes and carefully wrote the words into his heart, stroke by stroke.
Yang Mo likes to listen to his mother very much. Unlike the active children, he can stay by the bed in the ward for a whole day.
When I was in elementary school, my mother died.
Lao Yang could see that this was a big blow to Yang Mo, so he took a lot of time to spend with him.
But at this time, the relationship between Lao Yang and Yang Mo has already begun to see discord. Both of them were too stubborn, not to mention that Mr. Yang was unwilling to bow his head in the face of his father. Although Yang Mo was only in elementary school, his ability to yin and yang strange and irritating people was already perfect.
His way of doing things is still the same, still a loner, not without friends, but only a few.
Yang Mo felt that his childhood was boring and boring. There were only a single number and word every day. When he opened his eyes and closed his eyes, they were all the same color.
In junior high school, Yang Mo learned to fight.
He is an unruly man, always has a ruthless energy, and his opponents usually take a step back psychologically.
The most serious one came to the hospital, and the stitches from that time can still be seen around his waist.
Because this time, Yang Mo was notified by the whole school at the flag-raising ceremony. Teachers and parents took turns to criticize. They sternly asked Yang Mo why he was in trouble. .
If it weren't for him still lying on the hospital bed at the time, Lao Yang would really like to teach this rampant rebel.
Among Yang Mo's few friends, few are close enough to speak up for him, not to mention that this time Yang Mo deliberately picked his head, there is really no reason to say it.
However, in the class meeting where the head teacher took this as a negative case, his deskmate said that Yang Mo is the bravest person in the world.
The teacher repeated to her the seriousness of the fight. This is a good girl who usually doesn't dare to talk back to the teacher. She gritted her teeth shyly and repeated what she just said.
The head teacher thought it was the blind worship of the opposite sex that would happen in adolescence, so he moved the seats of these two people.
The girl's appearance is very cute, and she is very small. She likes to act like a spoiled child when she interacts with her peers. She is not afraid of Yang Mo's air-conditioning, and is a minefield dancer who dares to call Momo even when he is black.
Yang Mo couldn't do anything about her, so after being at the same table, math homework became her royal reference.
That afternoon, she came to school and was ten minutes late. The girl just apologized, then went back to her seat, holding a class without speaking, and no longer "momo" when she asked questions.
Until there was no one in the class, Yang Mo saw her crying silently on the table alone.
He finally found out why. On the way to school, a gangster from a neighboring class stopped her and touched some of her body parts in a flirtatious way.
The girl looked at him with tears in her eyes and asked timidly, Momo, can you not say it.
When Yang Mo looked into her eyes, anger immediately came up. Then, in front of the hustle and bustle of the crowd, dragged the culprit of the next class into the men's room.
The teacher was knocking and shouting outside the door he had locked, but he was indifferent.
The gangsters naturally dare not admit their own useless things to the teacher. Yang Mo kept his mouth shut again, so this matter was simply characterized as a fight.
This lesson made the insider think that Yang Mo was the girl's boyfriend, and would not dare to fight any ideas in the future.
The girl later transferred schools, and before she left, she told Yang Mo that she would remember him for the rest of her life.
Yang Mo has never been in love, nor has anyone he likes. He just couldn't stand the aggrieved look like a child or a small animal licking its wound.
Yang Mo became famous. This person entered high school with a terrible legend and became a "natural" boss with the ability to attract younger brothers. With this ability, he also made a few friends and attracted suitors. But these people are always like passers-by, Yang Mo can't remember their appearance, and their names have long since drifted away with the wind.
… and then later, the university.
He is still the same. There are no ideals, and a visit to this world is like a long journey. He fell in love with computers when he was a sophomore, and he just wanted to keep doing it. In fact, there is only one color in one's life, which is stable and dull, and it is not a bad thing.
However, when he opened the window of the dormitory and shouted at the white sweater standing on the central round platform of the Haishi Building. His life was like a window that he suddenly opened, letting in many colors and fresh air.
It turns out that this white sweater is called Han Shiyu.
After inexplicably acquainted and fell in love, Han Shiyu was keen to write him a "love letter" for a period of time. Those short sentences and poems could not be touched by Yang Mo, but he at least felt that this person showed the ability of Xiaobabai on the spot. It's not really covered.
When this person clings to him all day long, he also leaves an affectionate sentence when he is not by his side: "I am so afraid of touching your soul, it must be because you are too beautiful."
Yang Mo: "Fuck talking."
Han Shiyu: "I'm sorry I was wrong, senior, I can't go to you today because of an urgent matter."
Yang Mo: "Oh."
When making love, Han Shiyu was used to rubbing the seam on his waist, staring at the old scar on his body unwillingly, and muttered, "If I had met you earlier, these injuries would not have been on you."
Sometimes, these unintentional and sincere words really make Yang Mo's heart tremble.
He was silent, thinking about something.
Why, when, or what opportunity did he fall in love with Han Shiyu.
At the age of 36, Yang Mo still did not understand.
He had dreams about his mother who was still in his memory, and the words he had written neatly and clumsily into his mind as a child.
He felt that liking should be one heart touching another, both of which are complete and beating.
And the two of them are more like filling the void.
The mother said that two identical magnetic poles need to overcome a lot of resistance to come together.
But Yang Mo, who has such a family, experience, and personality, has an incomplete magnet, and he cannot normally repel or attract him.
Han Shiyu too.
What they lack is the shape they have in each other. When you meet, you become one.
After piecing it all together, Yang Mo really felt how the slowly awakening heart in his chest was beating. The fresh light and colors were pumped out from here and flowed through the whole body along the trajectory of the blood vessels.
He sometimes watched Han Shiyu fall into a long silence, or traced his outline with his eyes. Of course, he couldn't find out, otherwise, this person would stick his forehead on his forehead.
Others say that time is the best knife for slaughtering animals, but 35-year-old Han Shiyu is still undeterred.
Yang Mo felt that the two of them must just fill the vacancy and take what they need.
How could he fall in love with such a fool.
…
At work, Yang Mo is like a bug in the IT industry.
Colleagues all said that God must have been lazy when he created people, and the remaining talent is no longer distributed on demand, and all fell into a bowl. From this bowl grows a Yang Mo who is proficient in various things.
They envy Yang Mo's ability and Yang Mo's marriage. This kind of envy even crosses sexual orientation, but they simply yearn and envy for this love.
They get together from time to time to discuss and guess that the love story between President Han and Yang Bu must be a romance.
Mi Shu didn't say a word, just smiled and listened.
She felt that they must not want to know how Yang Bu had worked so hard to raise a purebred Siberian husky for seventeen years.