In the fourth class in the afternoon, Tang Junhe skipped class again. This is the second time he has skipped class. The last time he skipped class was to order a birthday cake for Yang Xuan, but he ate that cake himself.
There is no teacher in the classroom to supervise the evening self-study, only the grade teacher is wandering in the corridor to inspect. Tang Junhe hurried downstairs, almost jogging all the way to the entrance of the basketball court. Yang Xuan was leaning on the iron railing, absently watching the other members of the basketball team playing basketball. Seeing him running, he straightened up and walked towards him.
"Have you brought your ID card and household registration book?"
"Yeah." Tang Junhe reached in from under the school uniform, pulled out the account book and handed it to Yang Xuan. He hid the account book in the interlayer between the school uniform and his belly. Then he took out his ID card from his pocket and handed it to Yang Xuan.
Yang Xuan squeezed the two things in his hands, turned around and walked towards the school gate. Tang Junhe followed quickly, reaching out to hold his other hand.
They have passed the age of holding hands on the street as they like. It is not a very common scene for teenagers of seventeen or eighteen to hold hands on the street. Someone on the side of the road looked back at them, but they all walked forward as if there was no one else around.
The Civic Center of Runcheng is not far from No. 1 Middle School, just cross a road and go straight for a few hundred meters. Tang Junhe followed Yang Xuan, taking pictures, filling in forms, paying fees... He did whatever Yang Xuan asked him to do. After all the procedures were completed, he waited by the side and watched Yang Xuan talking with a familiar person.
"Who is this?" The twenty-five or six-year-old female staff member asked curiously.
"My brother."
"Your brother?" The man looked at Tang Junhe in surprise, took a look and then smiled, "Your brother is so delicate. You are a good brother, and you brought your brother to apply for a passport. He really is like a father."
"My dad is busy." Yang Xuan said.
"That's right, then as soon as possible, I'll call you."
Yang Xuan thanked him, and took Tang Junhe out of the office hall.
Tang Junhe quickly followed up and held his hand: "Brother, how long will it take to finish?"
"I'll take care of it before I leave," Yang Xuan turned to look at him, "How do you think?"
"I'm thinking." Tang Junhe said sullenly.
"Think about it." They said, and walked to the side of the road. Yang Xuan held Tang Junhe with his backhand, looked at the road conditions on one side, and pulled him across the road.
Not long after returning to the classroom, the school bell rang, and Yang Xuan rode a bicycle to take Tang Junhe home. Tang Junhe stopped humming at this time, he was a little dazed along the way, watching the cars passing by on the road expressionlessly, and occasionally blinked unconsciously.
The turbulent thoughts in his head have exhausted his energy, leaving him with no spare energy to put on other expressions. They took the elevator upstairs and walked to the door of the house. Yang Xuan took out the key from his pocket, and when he was about to open the door, there was a faint cry from inside the door.
The sharp cry undoubtedly came from Tang Xiaonian, Yang Xuan paused, listening intently to the movement inside the door. Tang Junhe obviously also heard the voice just now, and at this moment he recovered from his daze, and looked at Yang Xuan somewhat helplessly.
The sound insulation effect of the door is very good, but the hissing sound from inside the room still seeps indistinctly, and there are occasional crackling sounds of heavy objects hitting the walls and the ground.
Yang Xuan slowly stood up straight and stood in front of the door with his head down. He was very familiar with this kind of voice, if it wasn't for Tang Junhe standing next to him, he almost thought that time had turned back, and he had returned to a few years ago.
"Brother..." Tang Junhe grabbed his hand at a loss.
Yang Xuan lowered his eyes and sneered: "Scumbag." Then he held Tang Junhe's hand and dragged him downstairs involuntarily. The stairwell was dark, and with the sound of their footsteps, the sensor lights above their heads gradually lit up.
Tang Junhe was dragged to the third floor by Yang Xuan, and suddenly came to his senses, he refused to leave no matter what. He was held by Yang Xuan with one hand, and with the other hand he grabbed the handrail of the stairs vigorously. Yang Xuan stopped and turned to look at him.
"I want to go back and see my mother." Tang Junhe took a step back and said in a trembling voice.
"What's so interesting, just like my mother ten years ago." He took a step closer to Tang Junhe, his face sinking like water, "Didn't you see it?"
Yang Chengchuan's life was revealed for the second time.
Last time, he boldly took his illegitimate son into his home, which exacerbated his ex-wife's mental problems. Ten years later, he became much more cautious this time, and found a woman from other places. The number of trysts was not many, and they were all in secluded suburbs. conduct.
But he underestimated Tang Xiaonian's intuition as a woman, and he didn't even know where he made a mistake, so that an illiterate like Tang Xiaonian caught the handle.
Tang Xiaonian found out the woman's cell phone number from his cell phone, and dialed it back on the spot. The delicate female voice over there made Yang Chengchuan unable to explain himself, revealing his true nature.
At such a juncture, Yang Chengchuan hadn't completely resolved the matter of his two sons, and he fell into the whirlpool first.
"Yang Chengchuan cheated again," Yang Xuan revealed the truth inside the door to his younger brother without concealment, his expression was indifferent and even a little numb, "It's just that the person who cheated has changed from your mother to someone else."
Tang Junhe stared at Yang Xuan for two seconds, then turned around suddenly, broke away from Yang Xuan's holding his hand, and ran up the stairs regardless.
Watching him disappear at the corner of the stairs, the footsteps in his ears gradually blurred, Yang Xuan smiled coldly, leaning his back against the wall, took out a cigarette, lit it with a lighter, and took a puff. He smoked it in one gulp.
Yang Chengchuan pushed the door with his head down and came out. Before he took two steps, he was pushed hard on his chest by the rushing person. He was caught off guard and was pushed back a step. He looked rather embarrassed, which is what he saw on TV. That gentle deputy mayor Yang.
When he looked up, he saw that the person who pushed him just now was his youngest son Tang Junhe, and he said angrily, "Do you have any tutoring, go back!" Then he stretched out his hand to straighten his tie, and hurried to the elevator.
Recalling the look in his younger son's eyes just now, he felt an inexplicable chill. Tang Junhe looked at him with hatred in his eyes, not a bit like a son looking at Lao Tzu. Yang Chengchuan somehow thought of Tang Junhe's attempt to murder Zhou Lin before, but he immediately reached out and rubbed his temples to expel the thought from his mind.
Tang Junhe stood at the door and looked at the mess in the room, as well as Tang Xiaonian who was sitting on the sofa and crying. He walked over and said, "Mom."
Hearing his voice, Tang Xiaonian stopped crying immediately, but she still buried her head in her arms and shouted to him in a muffled voice: "Go back to your room and do your homework!"
Tang Junhe didn't move. He looked at Tang Xiaonian's messy hair and said, "Mom, you should get a divorce. Let's move out."
Tang Xiaonian raised his tear-stained face, calmed down his emotions, reached out and took out a piece of paper from the table to wipe away his tears and said, "What do children know, go back to your room." After she finished speaking, she got up and went back to the room. In his own room, the door slammed shut.
Tang Junhe stood facing the door for a while, then slowly took off his school uniform, put on slippers, and returned to the room with his schoolbag. He sat blankly in front of the desk for a moment, then closed his eyes and lay down on the table, Tang Xiaonian's tear-stained face flashed across his mind for a while, and Yang Xuan's face sinking like water when he was talking to him in the corridor flashed across his mind for a while. Then he thought of the woman who suddenly pushed the door open ten years ago. She caught the paper airplane she made with her hand, and then walked towards him step by step.
He suddenly remembered the rumbling thunder that afternoon, the woman's cries, and the anxious knocking of Yang Xuan who was locked in the door. Originally, these scenes had become blurred because of the high fever that afternoon. But at this moment, it suddenly became very clear, he suddenly remembered the beautiful and sickly face of Yang Xuan's mother.
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At around ten o'clock in the evening, Tang Junhe opened the door and went out. The living room was dark and silent without turning on the lights. Tang Xiaonian just sat on the sofa, motionless, his eyes didn't know where to fall. Seeing the door of Tang Junhe's room opened, she came back and looked over: "Have you finished your homework?"
Tang Junhe didn't do his homework, but he still said, "Yes."
Tang Xiaonian's voice sounded a little tired: "Then wash up and go to sleep."
Tang Junhe opened the door to let the light from the room flow into the living room. He walked towards Tang Xiaonian and sat next to her.
"What are you doing?" Tang Xiaonian looked at him, "I don't need your company."
"I'm 17, I'm not a kid anymore, and I don't understand anything," Tang Junhe said softly, "Mom, you should divorce him."
"What do you know?" Tang Xiaonian said with a weak smile, "If you asked me to divorce, it means that you don't understand anything. At that time, I wanted to marry you and you turned your face on me. If I don't marry you, you still don't know anything. I live in that shabby house, it’s so humid, I can’t even dry my clothes, so I can get some sunshine at noon,” Tang Xiaonian said, all the anger that had been stuffy in his stomach since last year was all vented. Come out, "You live in a big house now, and the floor heating in winter is so hot that you sweat, you forget the pain when your scar is healed, right?"
"I don't think there's anything wrong with that house." Tang Junhe said with his head down.
Tang Xiaonian sneered and said, "If you want to live here, you can go back and live by yourself. I won't live there. You can go to a big city after you are admitted to university in a few months. Let me live in a crappy house by myself?"
"You can come with me..."
"Go with you, you didn't watch TV, the housing prices in big cities have skyrocketed, you put it simply."
"After I go to college, I can earn money by myself..." Tang Junhe almost tried every means to beg Tang Xiaonian for a divorce.
"You put it simply, how can it be so easy to make money? Do you think it's just a matter of money? Without Yang Chengchuan, that dead man Zhou Lin is still teaching, and that bad guy Feng Bo is still your classmate. Do you think you Who made this plan for you several times? Without that scum, you would have gone to jail by now!" Tang Xiaonian's tone became agitated, and he cursed indiscriminately, "Let's I'm divorced, what do you know, I take the initiative to give way to others, are you stupid? You? These things are either yours or someone else's. If you don't live in this house, others will move in. Yang Chengchuan hasn't said to divorce me yet Well, you persuaded me, the more people read, the more stupid they become! If divorce is beneficial, why didn’t Yang Xuan’s mother get divorced back then, he had to wait until—”
"Mom, stop talking." Tang Junhe interrupted her palely. He stood up, walked to the bathroom like a walking corpse, picked up a handful of cold water under the faucet, bent down and poured it on his face, then supported the sink with one hand, and covered half of his face with the other. Yang Xuan was in the room, he should have heard what Tang Xiaonian said, so would he still want to take him away
I really want to get out of here. more than ever.
The consequences of the Dongchuang incident are far less serious than ten years ago. The next day, Yang Chengchuan sat at the dinner table. Although Tang Xiaonian's expression was extremely bad, she no longer beat Yang Chengchuan with her slippers.
The slippers on Tang Xiaonian's feet are no longer the kind of promotional items bought at the supermarket for ten yuan a pair. Now the slippers she wears are made of cloth and have a very soft walking sound. It hurts so much.
Tang Xiaonian couldn't control Yang Chengchuan, so he put all his desire for control on Tang Junhe. Yang Chengchuan's betrayal this time intensified her anger at the previous time, and she began to strictly prohibit Tang Junhe from contacting Yang Xuan.
Tang Xiaonian took Tang Junhe's cell phone, deleted Yang Xuan's number stored in it, and put it on his desk, saying: "After Yang Xuan goes abroad, you don't need to contact him anymore."
Perhaps because she realized that she had no hope of growing old together with Yang Chengchuan, she began to remind Tang Junhe one after another: "After you go to university, you have to come back at least once a month, you know?" Not only that, she He also considered more and more long-term, "You won't send me to a nursing home when I'm old, will you?"
"No." Tang Junhe said.
"Then are you willing to take me into your house? What if your wife doesn't like me as an old lady?"
"I will not marry."
Tang Xiaonian was taken aback: "How can that be, whose children don't get married?"
And since the Dongchuang incident happened that day, Yang Xuan no longer went to Runcheng No. 1 Middle School. His withdrawal procedure was done very quickly, and within one day, he was no longer a student at No. 1 Middle School.
Even if he doesn't go to school, Yang Xuan doesn't stay at home very often. He still goes out every day and often comes back very late, so that Tang Junhe can only talk to him a few words every night before going back to bed.
As for the matter of taking him away, after that day, Yang Xuan never mentioned it again.
On the fourth night after that day, Yang Xuan came back a little earlier, Tang Junhe walked into the living room, just about to talk to him, maybe when he heard the sound of the door, Tang Xiaonian's door suddenly opened, she leaned out Head: "Why aren't you sleeping?"
Tang Junhe was taken aback, and excused that he was going to the bathroom. After waiting for a few minutes, he came out of the bathroom, Yang Xuan had already returned to the room, but Tang Xiaonian was still waiting in the living room, watching him walk back to his room.
Tang Junhe was a little desperate. Tang Xiaonian's concern for him was more and more focused on supervision, and the little freedom he had was now squeezed out. If this continues, he will not be able to say a word to Yang Xuan at home.
Unexpectedly, after school at noon the next day, he was planning to go to the cafeteria to eat, when he left the classroom, he saw Yang Xuan standing outside the classroom door. Yang Xuan was wearing a white shirt, leaning against the window sill of the corridor, standing under the mild spring sunshine, with a small brown-red notebook between his slender fingers.
"Brother Heyxuan, why are you back?" Several boys came up to greet him.
"Come to deliver things." Yang Xuan said, and raised his chin towards Tang Junhe, "Come here."