According to my mother... Jiang Cheng suddenly felt that this title was a bit strange, and his thoughts were interrupted a little strangely, and he couldn't remember what he said at this moment.
In his more than ten years of life, his parents and family are the only ones. Whether the relationship is good or bad, his mother is just the woman named Shen Yiqing, his father is the man named Jiang Wei, and the younger brothers of two twins... Now suddenly there is an extra set, Li Baoguo and... a few names that he has forgotten.
It's a bit overwhelming.
The relationship between him and his family is indeed very tense. Whether it is his parents or his younger brother, he will get angry when he touches it, and he will explode when he sees the fire. Through various gaffes.
But even if this state continues from his junior high school to high school, even if he often thinks that he doesn't want to go home again, doesn't want to see his parents again, and doesn't want to see those two faces that look the same again... This moment is like a wish come true. When it came to him, he was still blinded.
It's Mongolia.
Very monstrous.
From the moment my mother said "I have something to tell you", months of cold war and formalities, until now, everything is like a dream that can't be recovered.
Most of the time he didn't feel too much, nor did he have much pain.
Some are just Mongolian.
"Is it cold?" Li Baoguo turned around and asked, coughing a few times, "It's much colder than where you used to be, right?"
"Yeah." Jiang Cheng replied in the mask.
"It will be warm when you return to the house," Li Baoguo said, coughing and talking loudly, spraying his face with saliva, "I will clean up a room for you."
"Thank you." Jiang Cheng replied, raising his hand to pull the mask.
"Why do we thank you," Li Baoguo coughed and smiled and patted him on the back twice. "My master won't say thank you!"
Jiang Cheng failed to respond to him. The two slaps were very strong. He took a cold breath and wanted to cough. After hearing Li Baoguo cough, he wanted to cough even more. After another two slaps, he directly bent over and hit the ground with a violent cough. Tears almost coughed up.
"You don't have much health," Li Baoguo looked at him, "You have to exercise. I was as strong as a bear when I was your age."
Jiang Cheng didn't speak, bent over and stretched out his arms, giving him a thumbs up.
Li Baoguo laughed happily: "Exercise! I will have to rely on you to serve me in the future!"
Jiang Cheng straightened up and glanced at him.
"Go." Li Baoguo slapped him again.
"Don't touch me." Jiang Cheng frowned.
"Huh?" Li Baoguo was stunned, staring 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 on an old side street. On both sides are dilapidated and full of life-style small shops, for food, clothing and daily use, and above the shops are low-rise buildings.
Jiang Cheng raised his head and looked around through various interlaced wires. The outer wall couldn't see his true color, and he didn't know if it was dark or just like this.
Without knowing what it was like, he followed Li Baoguo into a corridor, passed through 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," Li Baoguo said as he opened the door, "but mine is yours!"
Jiang Cheng didn't speak, looking at a light bulb wrapped in spider webs in the corridor, he felt that the light bulb was almost out of breath.
"Mine is yours!" Li Baoguo opened the door, turned his head and patted his shoulder twice, "Yours is mine! These are the parents!"
"You said don't touch me." Jiang Cheng said irritably.
"Yo," Li Baoguo entered the room and turned on the light, "I'm really spoiled. Just talk to the elders like this. I tell you, your brother and your sister are not used to me. If you have been growing up at home, I will I'm convinced you... Come, you sleep in this room... This room used to be your brother's..."
Jiang Cheng didn't listen to what Li Baoguo was still talking about, and dragged the box into the back room. This house is a two-bedroom house. I don't know how the family lived in the past.
This cleaned up house... It should have not been cleaned up much. It can be judged without using eyes or nose. There is a faint musty smell in the smell of dust.
An old wardrobe, a desk, a canopy bed, the upper bunk was piled up with debris, the lower bunk was cleaned up, and the sheets and quilts were all new.
"Leave things and pack them tomorrow," Li Baoguo said. "My father and I will drink two cups first."
"What to drink?" Jiang Cheng was stunned, glanced at the phone, it was almost ten o'clock.
"Drink," Li Baoguo looked at him, "We haven't seen him for more than ten years, so why can't we drink a little, celebrate!"
"...No," Jiang Cheng was a little speechless, "I don't want to drink."
"Don't want to drink?" Li Baoguo's eyes widened, and after glaring at him for two seconds, he narrowed his eyes and laughed, "You haven't drunk it? You are 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 walked out, and said with a rough voice, "Yes, you sleep, you sleep."
Jiang Cheng closed the door of the room, and stood in the room for almost five minutes before going to open the closet door.
As soon as the door opened, he was stunned by the smell of mothballs rushing towards his face. A two-door closet was half full, with quilts, blankets, old cotton clothes, and fringed towels almost catching up with the fringed towel quilt.
This kind of feeling is hard to describe. Jiang Cheng is sure that he hasn't started to miss his home and family several hours away, but he really started to miss his room crazily.
He took out a few of the clothes in the suitcase and hung them in the closet, and put the others in the suitcase and stuffed them under the cabinet. Then he took out a bottle of perfume and sprayed it on the closet for ten times before closing it. Got the cabinet door and sat on the edge of the bed.
The phone rang, and he took a look at it. The number showed "Mom", and he answered the phone.
"Is it here?" Mom's voice came from over there.
"Yeah." Jiang Cheng replied.
"The condition is not as good as this home," said my mother, "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 didn't think." Jiang Cheng said.
"The family has not treated you badly in the past ten years. Your father and I have never let you know that you are adopted, right?" Mother's voice took on the usual sternness.
"But I still know it now," Jiang Cheng said, "and I have also been kicked out."
"Don't forget, the father of the New Year has been pissed off by you into the hospital! He hasn't been discharged yet!" Mom raised her voice. (End of this chapter)