About ten minutes ago? Or dozens of minutes ago
Gu Chaoming couldn't determine the time, but he was sure that the person in front of him must be the weird guy he saw under the teaching building not long ago.
It was still the white baseball cap. Before, he was only looking at it from a distance of several floors. Now the distance has been shortened to only one or two meters. Gu Chaoming can clearly see the logo embroidered with black thread and the English letters on his hat.
The baseball cap was very clean, without any dust, as clean as that person's eyes, hiding behind the frame, looking at Gu Chaoming's eyes that seemed a little frightened but still clear and bright.
His eyes are very beautiful, and the fluttering of his eyelashes can bring water waves in his eyes. This is what Gu Chaoming discovered after seeing him for the first time at such a distance.
It wasn't how prominent his eyes were between his facial features, but that Gu Chaoming could only see his eyes on his tightly covered face.
The light blue disposable mask is still there, and the bridge of the nose supports the mask to a certain arc to cover the lower half of the face. The brim of the baseball cap shields the entire face from the summer sun, and the black-rimmed glasses block the clear eyes. Everything builds a city wall to defend his face, block his face, and resist the attack of other people's sights.
It was also the reason why he wrapped his face so tightly that only his eyes could be seen. Gu Chaoming stared at his eyes carefully, only to realize that the black-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose had no lenses.
Not myopia? A doubt flashed in Gu Chaoming's mind.
In fact, when the man turned around and looked at him, Gu Chaoming had already run through countless questions in his mind.
Who is this person
Are you still wearing a mask at school
our school
Gu Chaoming didn't ask a question, he just stopped and looked at him with some doubts.
The white hat weirdo held the little yellow flower that Gu Chaoming had inserted into the barbed wire in his hand, and looked at him as well.
The two teenagers who didn't know each other looked at each other across the dark green rows on the side of the boulevard, and said nothing to each other, the summer wind passing through the middle.
There were people training on the playground not far away, people living in the cafeteria were eating, there were fans in the classrooms that were not turned off, and a leaf fell from the trees by the roadside.
After looking at each other for a few seconds, Gu Chaoming's eyes slid from the white hat weirdo's face down his white T-shirt to the yellow flowers between his fingers.
Pure white meets bright yellow.
The white hat eccentric felt Gu Chao's shift of sight, and lowered his eyes to look at the little yellow flower in his hand, and followed Gu Chaoming's gaze back to the other's face.
Seems like a line of sight chase game.
Seeing each other silently, Gu Chaoming felt that he didn't like to talk to strangers, but Su Bing always said that he had a particularly big deviation in his cognition. Su Bing seems to be right, there is something there, the person opposite has not spoken, so let him end this embarrassment.
Not knowing the person on the other side, not even knowing what he looked like, and not having any entry point, Gu Chaoming was beating his belly in his heart, and in the end he only said an embarrassing and polite "hello".
The white hat geek on the opposite side nodded succinctly, and then stopped responding.
Gu Chaoming: "... ???"
This conversation can't go on at all!
Facing such a person who couldn't continue chatting, Gu Chaoming chose to show a polite smile, pointed to the little yellow flower in his hand and said, "Do you like this kind of flower? There is this kind of flower in the garden of the parking shed."
The other party was still speechless when he heard his words, just nodded.
Gu Chaoming's polite smile and conversation were given to Xia Feng who passed through them.
Gu Chaoming felt that his embarrassment could not be blown away by the summer wind.
Although the white hat geek just nodded in response to Gu Chaoming's question, it didn't make Gu Chaoming feel that he didn't want to ignore you or deal with it at will.
There is impatience and disgust between the general nodding and the eyes that don't care about you and deal with you casually, but this boy did not. The teenager stared at him and listened carefully to what he said, but only responded with a nod.
Gu Chaoming didn't understand him a bit, but he didn't seem to have any malicious intent. The only thing in his eyes was not perfunctory and impatience, but something else that Gu Chaoming couldn't understand.
I couldn't understand it, and Gu Chaoming didn't care.
Gu Chaoming thought that he didn't like talking to others, but he didn't expect that after the other party nodded twice in response today, his mood has not been destroyed.
There is still a difference between me and the man who will be furious with three sentences. I am not like him at all.
Therefore, Gu Chaoming actually gained a little peace of mind.
Perhaps it was the lack of hostility and disdain for the boy on the opposite side, and the sudden sense of reassurance that made Gu Chaoming in the mood to continue asking him, "Are you from our school?"
The boy shook his head first, then nodded.
Um? What does it mean? Yes or no
Gu Chaoming's doubts were written on his face: "What do you mean by nodding and shaking your head? Can't you speak?"
The boy rolled his eyes, hesitated, and pointed to his throat.
Gu Chaoming asked suspiciously, "Can't speak?"
The young man nodded.
Gu Chaoming said "Oh".
It turned out to be the case, wrong people.
Gu Chaoming felt that the boy on the other side had been in a state of nervousness and fear since he turned around and saw him. The boy paid special attention to every movement he made. Gu Chaoming felt that as soon as he approached, the boy would be able to step back ten times. Zhang Yuan.
Looking at his outfit and his unwillingness to contact people, Gu Chaoming thought of a word "social phobia".
"Do you have social phobia?" Gu Chaoming asked.
He saw that the boy's mask moved slightly, it should have opened his mouth and was silent because he couldn't speak.
The boy's eyes were always rolling and thinking, so much so that Gu Chaoming wondered if he was too embarrassing.
The afterglow and the evening wind are both urging time to move.
"Aren't you going home?" Gu Chaoming took out his mobile phone and glanced at the time and then looked at the man, pointing in the direction of the school gate, "It's getting late, so I'll go first?"
Sentences with doubts mean affirmations.
The boy nodded again, Gu Chaoming grinned at him, and turned around while holding the phone.
After walking a few steps, Gu Chaoming felt strange behind him. Someone was staring at him strangely from behind. He couldn't help but look back and found that the other party was still standing there and looking at him.
Gu Chaoming smiled at him, raised his hand holding the phone backwards and waved goodbye to him, turned around and continued to walk towards the main entrance of the school.
Saying goodbye to the strange boy, he walked to the teaching building and saw the little yellow flowers blooming in the flowerbed. Gu Chaoming couldn't help laughing when he thought of the boy, he was quite interesting.
The good mood I got from chatting with the strange boy didn't last long. Getting on the bus home, Gu Chaoming looked at the ever-changing familiar street scene outside the window. His mood was like a gradient color card. The closer he got to home, the darker the color became. When he got off the bus at the stop and walked into the community, it was already a color card. darkest color.
Gu Chaoming was like a loyal prayer in the car, making a wish in his heart to a god who didn't know whether it existed or not.
Wish that man don't go home, don't go home, it's best to have no one at home.
So day after day.
When he was in junior high school, he had hoped that the bus would drive slower, and then slower, so that he could get home later and see the devil later, but the bus would still stop after all, and he still couldn't escape.
Going downstairs to the unit where he lived, Gu Chaoming didn't go upstairs, but turned around and turned to a small shop not far away.
The commissary is shabby and messy, and the small room is divided into two. The big one has a mahjong table, and the other one sells things, which is a bit of a reversal of priorities.
The mahjong players scattered very early today, usually until the early morning and sometimes even overnight. When Gu Chaoming walked in today, he did not hear the loud voices of the group of people playing cards in the usual mahjong room.
There are all kinds of small snacks hanging on the wall of the commissary, and Aunt Cheng tore off a package and gave it to her children to satisfy their cravings.
"Go to your father."
After sending the child away, Aunt Cheng looked back and saw Gu Chaoming, who had entered the store, with a slightly more smile on his face than the people in the same corridor saw him.
"School is over? It's a little late today." Aunt Cheng said kindly.
Gu Chaoming didn't answer her question and asked directly, "Does my dad have any credit today?"
Aunt Cheng treats him well. His dad has been on credit. Last time he was drunk and smashed the window glass of the canteen by swinging a chair. Aunt Cheng didn't even show him a look, but it was also because he lost money every time.
As the saying goes, the old does not go and the new does not come. The commissary's house is old and old, and there are old things everywhere. The chairs of the mahjong table can be placed in four different materials. The only window in the commissary, it was dirty and couldn't see the outside scene, it had turned a dim yellow, and the new one could still pour out the figure. Aunt Cheng even looked at Gu Chaoming's father and shattered the old piece of glass. Gu Chaoming came to lose money just to exchange for a pair, which was worth more.
"Your dad is so majestic today." Aunt Cheng said.
Gu Chaoming heard the meaning of Aunt Cheng's words, and Aunt Cheng continued: "Today I drink and walk crookedly, but this time I saved you some money and didn't break anything."
Aunt Cheng said it seemed a little regretful: "I just lost money playing cards, choked a few words with people in other corridors, almost got into a fight, and was held back."
"Your dad bought a pack of cigarettes on credit today." Aunt Cheng pointed to one of the various cigarettes lined up under the glass counter.
Gu Chaoming lowered his eyes and looked into the counter, and took out the whole money in his pocket.
Aunt Cheng looked for the change and sighed, not knowing whether it was true or false: "This man has a hard life, and he really has a hard life. How can you be such a sensible child with such an outrageous father?"
The various scandals of Gu Chaoming's father have spread all over this old community, and almost no one knows it.
Facing Aunt Cheng's words, Gu Chaoming stood there quietly without responding, the baseball cap covered half of his face, and the whole figure was like a silent black gas.
When Aunt Cheng finished looking for the money, Gu Chaoming stepped out of the shop door, pocketed the few coins left, and walked into the corridor.
At first glance, the old and unbearable corridor looks like an old man in a building, or an old man suffering from illness. The walls are mottled with mildew spots, which are age spots on the skin of the elderly. There are small advertisements printed in some places, unlocking, infertility, gas, hemorrhoids... You can think of everything you can think of. The handrails were also corroded to the point where you could see the hollow rust inside, and the corners of the corridor were either rubbish or some unused waste items.
When the wind blows, the smell of ruin fills the nostrils.
The dilapidation and darkness of the corridor and the home he was about to face made Gu Chaoming gradually slow down, as if he wanted to hide in the corridor and disappear into this world.
Stopping in front of a door, the TV inside the door was noisy, Gu Chaoming took a deep breath and took out the key to open the door.
The sound of an old-fashioned door lock slamming into his ears was the sound of a comedy sketch on the living room TV. It should be getting to the funny part, I don't know if it was the post-synthesis or the real laughter of the live audience came from the TV.
The sound of the TV was loud and deafening, filling the entire living room, relentlessly hitting the eardrums. The soundproofing system of the house relies solely on these walls, which is almost equal to none, and the sound of the TV is a bit disturbing.
The disturbingly loud TV sound did not interfere at all for the man leaning on the sofa and snoring with his head up. The snoring and the loud TV sound complemented each other perfectly, and beating gongs and drums together made people uneasy.
The man's snoring was so loud that he suspected that even if the train passed by his ear, he could continue to sleep as if nothing had happened, and the strange thing was that he could wake up precisely when Gu Chaoming entered the door. Which magical land to practice this kung fu.
Maybe it was the smell of being able to pay him, so he woke up naturally.
Only people like Gu Tao are so sensitive to money.
Gu Tao just woke up and opened his eyes. He saw that Gu Chaoming pushed the door open and came in without saying a word. When Gu Chaoming entered the room, put down his schoolbag, and skillfully cleaned up the beer bottles on the table, he looked like he had just entered the door. The thick flesh on his smiling face, his tone was kind, and he asked him like an old father who had missed his son for a long time: "Are you back?"
Gu Chaoming stood up the wine bottle that had fallen on the table, as if he had never heard of his father's "kind" greetings, and without a word, he took out a few tissues from the drawer box and swept the fruit shells on the table into the trash with tissues. .
The sound of the TV exploded in his ears, and Gu Tao watched Gu Chaoming sorting out the mess he left behind. He didn't even want to take a position. Sitting on the sofa, he suddenly reached out and took off the black baseball cap on Gu Chaoming's head.
"What hat do you wear at home?"
The baseball cap that had been worn all day was taken off, and the unhealed scars covered by the hat were exposed to the alcohol-smelling air.
Gu Chaoming's tidying up movement stopped abruptly, and a hint of disgust appeared on his expressionless face.
He snatched the baseball cap from Gu Tao's hand and put it back on his head.
"What's up with the scar on your forehead? A fight?"
Gu Chaoming put on his hat. His scars are too ugly and terrible. He doesn't want others to see them, so as not to be talked about by others, even if the weather is hot and the wound is itchy, he can accept it.
This is why he insisted on wearing a hat every day in the summer, and was told by the head teacher that he would not take it off.
He said to Lao Chen, "It's almost time."
When the scar is healed, it will be removed naturally.
This injury was hit by Gu Tao after being drunk and knocked on the furniture, but Gu Tao himself forgot about it, so he had the nerve to ask.
Gu Chaoming was not in the mood to talk to him about old things. After cleaning up the living room, he picked up the remote control and turned down the sound of the TV on the floor that was about to be bombed.
Open the kitchen window, wash the dishes and put them on the chopping board, and prepare all the dishes that my mother likes.
While cutting the cucumbers, there was a commotion in the living room. Even with the window open, the kitchen is still stuffy. You don't have to look back to know what's going on in the living room. The speed of cucumbers can't help speeding up. Fortunately, Gu Chaoming's knife skills are good.
The voice lingered in the ear like a curse, and finally stopped, only a few retches remained.
In the end, the cucumber could not escape the fate of becoming two pieces.
Gu Chaoming couldn't bear it anymore.
Gu Chaoming has been working hard to restrain his rising irritability and anger in the sound of Gu Tao's vomiting. The suppressed emotions finally condensed on the blade of the kitchen knife, erupted on the chopping board, and poured out endlessly.
The kitchen knife was slashed on the chopping board with a vengeance, and the chopping board shook.
Gu Chaoming strode out of the kitchen, and the kitchen knife behind him stood on the chopping board like a guillotine, waiting to bite people's heads.
The small living room was filled with the odor of vomit, and Gu Tao's undigested vomit was on the coffee table, the floor, and even on the sofa.
Gu Chaoming stood in the disgusting air, looking at the scene in front of him, just gasping for breath made him feel sick.
The air was suddenly compressed and pulled away, and the blood was terribly cold. The nauseating smell like a harmful virus made him want to escape, but where could he escape
In the more than ten years since he was born, Gu Chaoming has faced such a scene countless times, and his more than ten years of experience is enough for him to know how to quickly deal with the continuous vomit from his father's mouth.
Gu Chaoming brought a broom and rag, put on a mask and gloves, and was fully armed like a hotel cleaning staff, but he felt that wearing this dress on himself was more like a sinner who dealt with a crime scene after a crime.
And the person he was going to kill was still getting up from the sofa unharmed. After vomiting like a common meal, he took off his dirty coat and threw it on the sofa, and walked back to the bedroom half-shaking to prepare for sleep.
The living room had no lights on, it was dark, and the fading sunset couldn't enter the house because the doors and windows were closed. Gu Chaoming was standing in the living room like wood. With the light from the kitchen, he turned his head to look at the man's hunchback, his fingers bent hard, the rag that had passed through the water was grabbed into a ball, and the water drops fell on the floor.
tick, tick...
Like the sound of blood dripping.
Gu Chaoming's eyes were sharp, and there was a shivering chill in the dark, like a snow leopard staring at its prey in the late night wind, and it was about to rush to bite in the next second. The blood was filled in an instant, and the wind whistled to celebrate the success of the hunt. Gas replaces the vomit smell in the living room.
Everything was illusory, until Gu Tao walked into the room and closed the door, Gu Chaoming was still staring at the closed door in the dark for a while before he put away the cold hostility in his eyes, and slowly turned his head to face him. immediate reality.
The filthy vomit on the coffee table exudes a disgusting smell, even through the mask.
The setting sun and night outside the window are meeting, and the living room is gray and quiet, like a mime that has just begun. Gu Chaoming wanted to take a deep breath to get fresh air so that he could breathe, but all he could breathe was the disgusting odor that filled the living room.
Even normal breathing became so difficult.