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Liao Nanqing's college entrance examination score was unprecedentedly higher than any previous mock test score, and even he himself was surprised. For this score, you can fill in the two books in City B, but the selection of majors will be more limited. Accompanied by Subei Mo, Liao Nanqing thought about it, and finally chose an unpopular major that he didn't hate relatively speaking, and filled in his wishes.
It was not hot, the breeze was blowing, and the grass on the campus had experienced a torrential rain, mixed with the fresh smell of soil.
Liao Nanqing walked out of the school gate, and Su Beimo waved at him with a bottle of ice water.
The moment the sweaty bottle reached the palm, the temperature dropped to the green grass where the raindrops belonged. Liao Nanqing unscrewed the lid and took two sips slowly.
"I booked two tickets for tomorrow morning, and we have to sort them out when we arrive." Subeimo was in a happy mood. From today, they will end their semester-long long-distance relationship. After filling out the volunteers, Liao Nanqing decided to follow Subei Mo to live in City B.
For this reason, Mohuo hastily changed the house. It is an apartment close to the company, with a small kitchen and balcony. The monthly rent is not cheap, but it is very suitable for two people. Before Liao Nanqing's college entrance examination, Subei Mo planned to change to a slightly larger house so that Liao Nanqing could come and live there, and finally rented it as soon as he gritted his teeth while taking advantage of the salary increase.
"The apartment is not far from the school you filled in. When the time comes, you can go through the school and go home every day." Subei Mo used the word 'go home' very delicately, and Liao Nanqing's heart was sweet when he heard it.
Liao Nanqing was ashamed: "But I don't know if I will be admitted, although the major is unpopular enough."
"It will be admitted."
"Why are you so sure?"
Subei Mo shrugged and said, "Don't you look at who is helping you with tutoring this semester?"
Liao Nanqing smiled very happily, two slight dimples looming: "I'll go to City B to find a summer job, so that I won't be bored when you go to work, and I can save tuition fees." He is not afraid of hard work at all, the current Liao Nanqing is right The days ahead are full of expectations, like a young eagle learning to fly, ready to spread its wings against the wind.
In fact, Subei Mo could completely help Liao Nanqing pay for tuition, but Liao Nanqing was unwilling and insisted on working by himself. If Subei Mo forced him to pay his tuition fees, he would write an IOU, and he would still go to work in order to repay the debt.
Although it has become a romantic relationship, Liao Nanqing always reminds himself that he cannot rely on Subei Mo for everything. When he can, he should learn to be independent.
Once this concept is achieved, it is difficult to change.
Simply Subei Mo did not object.
"I'm going home tonight and I have relatives coming, so we have to eat together." Su Beimo said when he remembered it.
Liao Nanqing lost: "Okay."
"What are you doing, we can meet every day from now on." He sighed, "Every day, do you think you will get tired of seeing me?"
Knowing that Subei Mo was joking, Liao Nanqing answered in a straight-forward manner: "No, I won't get tired of watching it."
When Subei Mo heard this, he was very proud and walked briskly. He never hides his naivety about love in front of Liao Nanqing, and he likes Liao Nanqing's straightforwardness.
The two walked on the quiet road after the rain, chatting one after another. Liao Nanqing wanted to hold hands very much, and so did Subei Mo. When there were no passers-by around, Liao Nanqing stretched out his hand first, took Subei Mo's hand, and shook it gently: "Subei Mo."
Subei Mo stopped and kissed him: "What?"
Liao Nanqing said with a smile, "a little happy."
Su Beimo said: "What will make you happy in the future is, don't get excited about the trivial matter of living together. Otherwise, if I casually engage in romance in the future, you will be suffocated." Stop that lingering numbness. Subei Mo held Liao Nanqing's hand and intertwined his fingers. He slowly took a step forward, walking forward, and every few steps he took, Gu Zi pursed his lips and smiled.
One or two, three or four.
Liao Nanqing found out and smirked along with him.
One or two, three or four.
Synced.
At night, Liao Nanqing was lying on the bed shaking his feet. He had just washed his hair and had not had time to dry it. He held his mobile phone and replied to Subei Mo's message. At seven o'clock tomorrow morning, they made an appointment to go to the station together. This was the first time in Liao Nanqing and Subei Mo's life that they took the train together.
Liao Nanqing turned over, expecting a bit of nervousness.
To this day, he still feels like what he experienced was a dream. Even after leaving the town, he walked along the road in this dream. The characters on the screen of the mobile phone are square, and they are pronounced in a melodious manner. Liao Nanqing stared at it, and read the closing remarks that Subei Mo sent him, one by one: "Ming, Tian, seven, o'clock, no, see, no, scattered..."
There is joy in every tone.
Liao Nanqing pursed the corners of his mouth, overflowing with a hint of sweetness.
He whispered to himself: "Good night, Subei Mo."
However, in the next second, Liao Nanqing received a strange call.
Except for Subei Mo and some sales calls, almost no one called Liao Nanqing. Besides, he didn't know the number, so Liao Nanqing hung up immediately.
However, within half a minute, the bell rang again. Liao Nanqing picked it up in confusion, but after hearing the voice, the whole person seemed to lose color. After a long time, he timidly replied: "Mom..."
At seven o'clock the next day, Liao Nanqing and Subei Mo did not meet at the station.
The location was changed to an inconspicuous snack bar in the center of the city, and Liao Nanqing came alone. The snack bar is narrow and old-fashioned, and you can see it all at a glance. Liao Nanqing walked to the door and saw his mother Li Qin sitting in the corner. She was wearing a thin black coat, her withered eyes had no luster, and she was so thin that she was about to fall into the shadows.
There were few people in the snack bar, and Liao Nanqingyi sat opposite Li Qin, relatively speechless.
For a long time, Li Qin did not sit down and have a meal with Liao Nanqing alone.
Because Liao Nanqing's stepfather rejected him very much and was unwilling to eat at the same table with him. Every time Liao Nanqing came home from school, there was usually a plate of leftovers and a cold living room waiting for him. Occasionally when we eat together, Li Qin will take out Liao Nanqing's share alone and let him go back to his room to eat.
Liao Nanqing's room at his stepfather's house was a small utility room with a one-meter-two single bed. There was no desk or lamp. The stacked cardboard boxes exuded a damp, musty smell. Li Qin covered them with a thick cloth and put Liao Nanqing's food on a cardboard box with a plate.
Li Qin's food is delicious, and Liao Nanqing has been eating it since she was a child, but since the year she remarried, Liao Nanqing always felt that the food was not good.
More often, during the holidays, Liao Nanqing will always find a place to work, and stay outside during the day if he can. When taking a break at the part-time job, Liao Nanqing usually goes to the bookstore for an afternoon. If you don't read a book, just find a corner to take a nap.
He didn't want to 'go home' and no one welcomed him at home, not even his mother. As if she could catch her breath when he didn't come home.
At that time, Li Qin had very long hair and was thin and thin. The long hair covered her past gentle face, and her voice could not always be raised.
She often said, "Nan Qing, be more obedient and don't be offensive."
Liao Nanqing tried to speak as little as possible to reduce his sense of existence. In the past eight years, what he heard the most was Li Qin's sigh. He was terrified of the sound, as if as soon as it sounded, endless sorrow flooded into his mind, and those past sorrows would be repeated countless times.
They are mother and son, a bond that ties each other to the past.
As long as you meet, you can see all the mistakes of the year from the other party. Therefore, Li Qin was avoiding him. Liao Nanqing always knew that he had complained and was puzzled, and gradually let go over time. After the accident, they have not had an easy life, and there is no point in hating and complaining.
Like a reunion after a long absence, there was a different look on Li Qin's haggard face, and he couldn't tell whether he was missing or excited.
She called him: "Nan Qing, you seem to have grown a little taller and your complexion has improved a lot."
Liao Nanqing lowered his head embarrassedly, as if he was dumb, unable to pronounce a single tone, and still looked like he was not good at speech. His hands were clasped together, and the thumb nail of his right hand pinched the index finger of his left hand.
"Do you want something to eat?" Li Qin naturally noticed Liao Nanqing's movements and sensed his panic. This is the child she gave birth to in October. She actually knows best what kind of temperament she has. Now, Li Qin feels more and more that Liao Nanqing resembles his father Liao Dong. What flashed in her mind was Liao Dong's face before he was imprisoned, indifferent, cold, and mentally ill.
She sucked in a breath of cold air and said in a hurry, "Mom, let me order you a bowl of noodles, isn't it your favorite?"
Liao Nanqing looked at her, and after a while, he lowered his eyes: "I'm not hungry." He didn't like to eat noodles for a long time.
"… "
Li Qin was silent for a while, and then complained: "Does he still refuse you to see him?"
This 'he' is talking about Liao Nanqing's father, Liao Dong.
Liao Nanqing nodded, then shook his head: "I haven't been there for a long time. I don't know. Last time my father said he didn't want me to go again."
Li Qin's nose is sore, don't wipe her tears, she has no appetite. Since neither of them can eat it, it is better to spread it out frankly. Of course Li Qin didn't come here simply because she wanted to see her son. She took out a slightly thick envelope bag from her bag. Putting it in front of Liao Nanqing, it took a while before he said, "If you plan to go to university, you can use the money here to subsidize your tuition. If you don't plan to continue your studies, you can use the money to learn something so that you can work part-time. "
Her eyes were dim, the same as when Liao Nanqing started.
Liao Nanqing stared at the envelope dumbly, and suddenly pursed his lips tightly.
"Your Uncle Zhang has lost a lot of money doing business with others, and my mother can't take any more... Nanqing, in the future, I will not be able to pay you living expenses in the future." She said it hard, with rough hands. Thin, pushed the envelope forward again.
Liao Nanqing clenched his fists and remained motionless.
She planned to let Liao Nanqing go, but she was more uncomfortable than anyone else. This is the flesh that fell from her body. It was supposed to be the closest existence, but it brought her misfortune again and again. Subconsciously, she had long regarded Liao Nanqing as a disaster star.
Her ex-husband owes her a debt to murder and goes to jail, causing her to suffer a lot, and now her husband treats her harshly because of her past marriage.
Everyone said she was the wife of a murderer, and the neighbors around her pointed fingers, indifference and rejection followed one after another. Gossip was a blunt weapon, which made her point all the blame at her young son.
All this was provoked by Liao Nanqing, who brought a devastating blow to the Liao family.
But…
Liao Nanqing is also a victim. He is her son, and she did not protect him well.
She felt guilty, sad, and depressed to the extreme. Slowly, she began to evade.
Li Qin has been living in such a dilemma all these years, and the reality has already defeated her. She began to become silent, and after having a new child, she neglected Liao Nanqing, who was in need of maternal care and guidance. She pushed Liao Nanqing away step by step, and finally chose to send him living expenses to drive him back to the source of evil, this small town.
Liao Nanqing's eyes were slightly red, so astringent that there were no tears.
He didn't say anything, and his heart was sad but he seemed to have known this scene for a long time. He couldn't say whether he was calm or calm. He actually accepted Li Qin's true purpose so easily.
Li Qin wanted to leave him completely.
…
Seeing that Liao Nanqing was indifferent, Li Qin stood up hastily, bent down, and in an extremely embarrassed posture, she wanted to force the envelope into his hands, forcing Liao Nanqing to compromise, her voice was trembling and choked: "Nan Qing, you Don't blame mom, don't blame mom, okay?"
Liao Nanqing still clenched his fists tightly, unwilling to loosen it at all, and was unwilling to accept the envelope.
As if taking over, he would no longer have a mother. But he doesn't have a mother anymore.
He opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but at that moment, he saw the looming scars covered by Li Qin's long sleeves. These bruises are all too familiar to Liao Nanqing. Li Qin knew that he had seen it, so he hurriedly pulled down his sleeve and shivered to put the money into Liao Nanqing's hand.
"What did he do to you?" Liao Nan's voice was hoarse.
Li Qin was stunned for a while, and immediately said, "I was careless, don't worry about this... Take it, take the money."
"Is it because he sent me money and was found out?" Liao Nanqing stared at Li Qin, draining all his strength.
Li Qin bit her lip, her eyes were scary red, and her tears fell drop by drop. All misfortunes and sorrows started from Liao Nanqing. She is leaving him! He must be thrown away... This determination made Liao Nanqing tremble.
They both had a bad life, and only by leaving each other can they start their lives again.
Liao Nanqing felt cold all over, and suddenly realized the truth. He held down Li Qin's flustered hand and pushed it away, expressionless: "I don't blame you, and I don't want money. I won't come to you in the future. it's OK?"
it's OK
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Nan Qing's birthday is 6.12.
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