According to what my mother said... Jiang Cheng suddenly felt that this name was a bit strange, and his train of thought was a little strangely interrupted, and he couldn't remember what it said at this moment.
In his more than ten years of life, his parents and family were the only ones. No matter whether the relationship was good or bad, his mother was just the woman named Shen Yiqing, his father was the man named Jiang Wei, and he had two twin brothers... Now suddenly there is another set, Li Baoguo and... several names that he has forgotten.
It's a little bit hard to screw up.
His relationship with his family was indeed very tense. Whether it was his parents or his younger brother, he would spit fire when he touched it, and explode when he saw fire. It has been almost a year since he had spoken to his younger brother. Even his mother, who was always calm and self-controlled, had Various gaffes.
But even if this state lasted from his junior high school to high school, even if he often thought about not wanting to go home again, not wanting to see his parents again, let alone seeing those two identical faces again... This kind of moment is like a wish come true. When it came to him, the whole person was still covered.
It is Meng.
very foggy.
From the moment my mother said "I have something to tell you", the cold war and the formalities for several months, until now, everything seems like a dream that can't be returned to God.
Most of the time he didn't suffer too much, and he didn't have much pain.
Some are just masked.
"Is it cold?" Li Baoguo turned around and asked, coughing a few times, "Is it much colder than where you used to be?"
"Yeah." Jiang Cheng replied from the mask.
"It will be warm when you return to the room," Li Baoguo said, coughing loudly, spit on his face, "I specially packed a room for you."
"Thank you." Jiang Cheng replied, raising his hand and pulling on the mask.
"What do we have to say thank you?" Li Baoguo patted him on the back twice while coughing and smiling, "I don't want to say thank you!"
Jiang Cheng failed to respond to him. The two slaps were quite forceful. At first, he wanted to cough, but when he heard Li Baoguo coughing, he wanted to cough even more. After two more slaps, he directly bent down and coughed wildly at the ground. Tears almost came out.
"You're not very good physically," Li Baoguo looked at him. "You have to exercise. When I was your age, I was as strong as a bear."
Jiang Cheng didn't speak, he bent down and stretched out his arms, giving him a thumbs up.
Li Baoguo laughed happily: "Exercise! I'll have to rely on you to serve me in the future!"
Jiang Cheng straightened up and glanced at him.
"Let's go." Li Baoguo slapped him again.
"Don't touch me." Jiang Cheng frowned.
"Yo?" Li Baoguo was stunned, looking at him with round eyes, "What?"
Jiang Cheng looked at him for a while, then pulled down his mask: "Don't pat me on the back."
Li Baoguo's home is located on an old small street, with dilapidated and life-filled shops on both sides. There are all kinds of food and clothing. Above the shops are low-rise buildings.
Jiang Cheng raised his head and looked through the various staggered wires, but the outer walls couldn't see the true color, and he didn't know if it was dark or just like that.
He followed Li Baoguo into a corridor with no idea what it was like in his heart, passed through a few piles of sundries and vegetables, and walked to the innermost door on the first floor.
"The conditions are definitely not as good as you used to be," Li Baoguo said as he opened the door, "but mine is yours!"
Jiang Cheng didn't speak, and looked at a light bulb wrapped in a spider web in the corridor, feeling that the light bulb was about to lose his breath.
"What's mine, it's yours!" Li Baoguo opened the door, turned around and slapped him on the shoulder twice, "What's yours, it's mine! This is the father and mother!"
"I said don't touch me." Jiang Cheng said a little irritably.
"Yo," Li Baoguo entered the room and turned on the light, "it's really spoiled, just talking to the elders like this, let me tell you, I'm not used to your brother or sister, if you have been growing up at home, I would have I've convinced you... Come on, you sleep in this room... This room used to be your brother's... "
Jiang Cheng didn't listen to what Li Baoguo was still saying, and dragged his suitcase into the back room. This house was a two-bedroom, and he didn't know how this family lived in the past.
This house that has been cleaned up... It should be that it has not been cleaned up very much. You can judge it with your nose without your eyes, and the dust smell is mixed with a faint musty smell.
An old wardrobe, a desk, a canopy bed, the upper bunk is piled with debris, the lower bunk has been cleaned up, and the sheets and quilts are all new.
"Leave the things, and pack them up tomorrow," Li Baoguo said, "Let's drink two cups first."
"What to drink?" Jiang Cheng was stunned for a while, then glanced at his phone, it was almost ten o'clock.
"Wine," Li Baoguo looked at him, "we haven't seen each other for more than ten years, why can't we drink some, let's celebrate!"
"...No," Jiang Cheng was speechless, "I don't want to drink it."
"Don't want to drink?" Li Baoguo's eyes widened, and after staring at him for two seconds, he narrowed his eyes again and laughed, "Don't you think you haven't drunk? You're already in high school..."
"I don't want to drink," Jiang Cheng interrupted him, "I want to sleep."
"Sleep?" Li Baoguo froze for a while before he waved his hand and turned around and walked out. He said in a rough voice, "Okay, okay, you sleep, sleep."
Jiang Cheng closed the door of the room, and stood in the room for almost five minutes before going over to open the wardrobe door.
As soon as the door opened, he was stunned by the smell of mothballs blowing in his face. A two-door wardrobe was half full, with quilts, blankets, old cotton-padded clothes, and towels and quilts whose ragged edges were about to catch up with tassels.
This kind of feeling is hard to describe. Jiang Cheng is sure that he has not started to miss his home and family that are many hours away, but he is really starting to miss his room madly.
He took out a few pieces of clothes from the suitcase and hung them in the closet. He put the rest in the suitcase and stuffed them under the closet. He took out a bottle of perfume and sprayed it in the closet a dozen times before closing it. He opened the cabinet door and sat on the edge of the bed.
When the phone rang, he took it out and looked at it. The number showed "Mom", and he answered the phone.
"Are you there?" came the mother's voice over there.
"En." Jiang Cheng responded.
"The conditions are not as good as at home here," Mom said. "It may take some time to get used to it."
"No need." Jiang Cheng said.
Mom paused: "Xiao Cheng, I still hope you don't think..."
"I don't think so." Jiang Cheng said.
"The family has not treated you badly in the past ten years, and your father and I have never let you know that you were adopted, right?" Mom's voice took on the usual sternness.
"But I still know now," Jiang Cheng said, "and he's also been kicked out."
"Don't forget, Dad, who is a big New Year's Eve, has been taken into the hospital by you! He hasn't been discharged from the hospital yet!" Mom raised her voice.
Jiang Cheng didn't speak. He couldn't figure out what his father's pneumonia hospitalization had to do with him.
And what his mother said later, he couldn't hear some miraculous things. This is his skill, and what he doesn't want to hear can really not enter his mind.
Mom's harsh and empty accusations and what he considers utterly ineffective means of communication are the fuses for his collapse.
He didn't want to listen, he didn't want to quarrel in this strange environment that made him feel uncomfortable.
When he hung up the phone, he couldn't remember what he said before, what his mother said, and what he said.
Wanting to take a shower, Jiang Cheng got up, opened the door, and looked into the living room, there was no one there.
He cleared his throat and coughed a few times, but no one responded.
"Are you... in?" He walked into the living room, really not knowing what to call Li Baoguo.
The house is very small. From the living room, you can see all the doors of the bedroom and the kitchen and toilet at a glance. Li Baoguo is no longer in the house.
Let's go to play cards. It takes a lot of time to pick up people at the intersection.
“Come on—play cards—there’s a lot of time anyway,” Jiang Cheng sang, and pushed open the toilet door, “Come on—take a shower—anyway…”
There is no water heater in the toilet.
"Anyway..." He continued to sing, and looked back at the kitchen connected to the toilet. He didn't see a water heater, only an electric heater on the faucet, "Anyway..."
He couldn't sing any longer. After turning around twice to make sure that there was no water heater in the house, he only felt that his heart was blocked and he slammed on the faucet: "Fuck."
After a day of shaking outside, he couldn't sleep at all without taking a shower.
In the end, he had to go back to the room and drag the suitcase out, pull out a foldable bucket, carry water into the toilet bucket by bucket while wearing his underwear, and take a shower in and out, half-wiping, half-washing, and tossing.
A cockroach ran past his feet as he walked out of the toilet, and he jumped up to hide, almost hitting the door.
When he returned to the room and turned off the lights and was about to forcefully sleep, Jiang Cheng noticed that there were no curtains in this room, and the reason he never saw the scene outside the window was because the glass was too dirty.
He pulled the quilt to cover it, hesitated for a while, then pulled the quilt and sniffed it. After confirming that it was clean, he breathed a sigh of relief, and he was no longer in the mood to sigh.
I closed my eyes for about half an hour, my eyes were sore, and I didn't feel sleepy. I was about to sit up and smoke a cigarette when my phone rang.
He took it over and glanced at it, it was a message from Pan Zhi.
- fuck you, you're gone? What's the situation now
Jiang Cheng lit a cigarette, dialed Pan Zhi's number, and walked to the window with a cigarette in his mouth, wanting to open the window.
The window was covered in ash and rust. He tossed it for a long time, but Pan Zhi answered the phone over there, but the window still didn't move.
"Cheng?" Pan Zhi suppressed his voice like a thief.
"Fuck." Jiang Cheng's fingers were pricked by something, he frowned and cursed, giving up the idea of opening the window.
"What's the matter with you?" Pan Zhi still suppressed his voice, "I heard Yu Xin say you're gone today? Didn't you tell me when you left? I even bought a bunch of things waiting for you!"
"Send it to me." Jiang Cheng put on his coat, walked to the living room with a cigarette in his mouth, opened the door to want to go out, took a step and remembered that he had no keys, so he had to go back and open the living room window.
The irritability in my heart is like a storm, as long as I am upset with another dime, I can sing a war song of anger.
"Have you passed?" Pan Zhi asked.
"En." Jiang Cheng leaned against the windowsill and looked at the dark street outside.
"How is it? How is your biological father?" Pan Zhi asked again.
"Are you in trouble?" Jiang Cheng said, "I don't want to talk now."
"Fuck, I didn't get you over there," Pan Zhi clicked, "What the hell is wrong with me, you didn't hesitate at all when your mother said 'the adopter's consent is required', and now you're upset It's gone!"
"No hesitation and no conflict." Jiang Cheng let out a puff of smoke.
Suddenly, a thin figure appeared on the empty road outside, passing by at an alarming speed on a skateboard.
Jiang Cheng was stunned for a while, thinking of the little girl named Gu Miao before, there are quite a few people skateboarding in this broken city.
"Shall I go?" Pan Zhi said suddenly.
"Huh?" Jiang Cheng didn't react.
"I said I'll go see you," Pan Zhi said. "Isn't there a few days before school starts, so I'll send the things I bought for you by the way."
"No." Jiang Cheng said.
"Don't be stubborn with me, you haven't told anyone about this, I can give you some warmth now," Pan Zhi sighed, "Let me comfort you."
"How to soothe," Jiang Cheng said, "Can you give me a mouth?"
"Fuck your uncle Jiang Cheng, can you give me some face!" Pan Zhi shouted.
"You are so enthusiastic about sending thousands of miles away, why do I need a face? I have to cooperate with you quickly." Jiang Cheng took a cigarette butt around the house twice, and found a jar of eight-treasure porridge covered with soot, which he hadn't had time to open. As soon as I saw the contents, I was almost spit out by the smell of old smoke.
He threw the cigarette butt in and closed the lid, feeling at this moment that he never wanted to smoke in his life.
Unfamiliar and unpleasant environment, unfamiliar and unpleasant "relatives".
Jiang Cheng originally thought that he would suffer from insomnia under such circumstances, but after lying down on the bed, the pain of not being able to fall asleep disappeared. He unexpectedly discovered that he was sleepy, not only sleepy, but also sleepy and tired. It's like the feeling after staying up late for intensive review for half a month.
suddenly.
After closing his eyes, he fell asleep as if unconscious.
I didn't even dream all night.
When I woke up in the morning, the first thing I felt was aches and pains all over my body. When I got up and got out of bed, Jiang Cheng had the illusion that his true identity was actually a laborer carrying a large package at the dock, and it was the kind of person who didn’t work enough for a week.
He took his phone and checked the time, it was quite early, just after eight o'clock.
Dressed and walked out of the room, everything in the room remained the same as last night, even the empty bed in the other bedroom.
Li Baoguo didn't come back overnight
Jiang Cheng frowned. After washing up, he felt a little embarrassed. His attitude was not very good yesterday. Li Baoguo didn't mean to drag him to drink. Did you not come back overnight because of this
He hesitated for a while, then took out his mobile phone and wanted to call Li Baoguo. He didn't drink together at night, and it was no problem to have breakfast together in the morning.
While dialing the number, there was a sound of a key outside the door, and the door lock followed with a ringing sound, which lasted for twenty or thirty seconds before the door was opened.
Li Baoguo entered the room wrapped in cold air, his face darkened, and his expression was very tired.
"You got up?" Li Baoguo said loudly when he saw him, "You got up early, how did you sleep?"
"...It's okay." Jiang Cheng smelled the thick odor of smoke on his body while answering, mixed with some inexplicable unpleasant aura, like what he could smell on a red-skinned and green-skinned train before.
"Have you eaten breakfast yet?" Li Baoguo took off his coat and shook. The smell became stronger. The living room, which was originally small, was full of strange smells.
"No," Jiang Cheng said, "How about we…"
"There are some breakfast shops when you go out. There are quite a few. You can eat it," Li Baoguo said. "I'm so sleepy. Go to bed first. If I don't get up at noon, you can eat it yourself."
Jiang Cheng watched him enter the other bedroom, fell onto the bed without taking anything off, pulled the quilt to cover it, and asked speechlessly, "Why did you go last night..."
"Playing cards, I've been feeling bad these days. Yesterday was not bad! The blessings you brought to me!" Li Baoguo said happily, and closed his eyes after speaking in a hoarse voice.
Jiang Cheng took the key he put on the table, turned around and walked out the door, feeling that his embarrassment before was too naive.
The snow had stopped, and the air was swept by a biting cold.
The small street is more lively during the day than at night. There are people with cars and the sound of firecrackers, but when everything brightens up, the dilapidation that could have been hidden in the darkness is revealed.
Jiang Cheng walked back and forth on the street twice, and finally entered a steamed bun shop, ate a few steamed buns, and drank a bowl of bean curd.
It is estimated that he is about to catch a cold. After eating breakfast, he went to the small pharmacy next to him to buy a box of medicines.
After buying medicine, standing on the side of the road is a little dazed, go back
Li Baoguo's appearance of falling asleep wrapped in a strange smell made him upset for a while, and he didn't even know what to do when he went back.
Sleep or daze
After standing in front of the pharmacy for a few minutes, he decided to take a walk around the neighborhood to get acquainted with this place he didn't know how long he could stay.
He walked aimlessly along the side street to the main street, turned another corner, and turned into another side street that was parallel to the previous side street. Jiang Cheng wanted to see if this street could be turned back directly. road.
On this side street, he saw a small musical instrument store and an ice cream parlor with pink decoration, but apart from these two stores, the other stores were no different from the previous ones on the street.
He stopped when passing a grocery store dressed as a small supermarket that was actually a grocery store, pushed the door and walked in, planning to buy a bottle of water and take the medicine first.
At the same time that the lemon-scented heater rushed towards the store, he stopped at the entrance, and wanted to turn his head to go out.
There were four people crowded in the small space in front of the cashier, each with a chair, either sitting or leaning.
As soon as he came in, several people who were chatting about the day stopped, turned their heads and stared at him together.
Jiang Cheng looked at these four people, from their looks to their expressions, from their clothes to their temperament, each of them seemed to have a word written on their faces.
No, yes, well, bird.
He was hesitating whether to turn around and leave or go directly to the shelf next to him to get water, when Jiang Cheng Yu Guang saw that there were still three people crowded in front of the shelf.
He turned his head and didn't see the person clearly. First he saw broken hair and a bare head all over the place, and then he saw a pair of big eyes.