The hot pot on the table was steaming hot, Chen Yifang muttered at the chopsticks long and short in his hand, fished out a piece of potato from the pot and put it in Fu Zhixiang's bowl, seeing that he was ready to go. The bamboo chopsticks stretched out to the spicy pot, and said coldly with his throat: "The corners of the mouth are rotten to something, and they still eat spicy!"
The man sitting next to him smiled awkwardly, put back the chopsticks dipped in the spicy soup, put them in his mouth and put them down reluctantly.
Fu Zhiyan poked the potato chips in the bowl twice with his chopsticks. The cooking time was a little long, and it broke into several pieces with a little force. Chen Yifang was very interested in him, but he didn't care much about eating, otherwise he wouldn't have cooked such soft potato chips for him. This is the type that Chi Yu likes to eat. He is 1.8 meters tall and always has a stinky face, but he likes to eat soft boiled ramen noodles and sweet and terribly sweet cream cakes. If you give him a bag of jelly, he can sit quietly in the corner of the sofa and suck it for a day.
Fu Zhi Eucalyptus picked up a small piece of potato and put it in his mouth. The dense, glutinous and soft taste seemed not bad.
"Aunt Wenhua." The boy who had been hanging his head suddenly said, and the room was silent, only the murmur of the tumbling soup base could be heard. "Was Chi Yu also there when she jumped off the building?" Fu Jianguo's movement holding the chopsticks stagnated, and he seemed to let out a long breath. He picked up the glass beside his hand and drank all the transparent liquid inside. , then raised his head to look at him.
The night was as deep as an oil painting, and the dry air-conditioning wind blew Chi Yu's mouth dry. He lifted the roll over his head, and the figure of the young man sitting beside him gradually became clear. I don't know when this person came, the black coat hangs on the back of the chair, the slender white fingers are holding the black pen, the back is very straight, staring down at the paper on the table, sketching a few strokes from time to time.
"Huh?" The low male voice was a little tired. Fu Zhiyu wrote a few words in the last paragraph and turned his head, and the two met their eyes.
"When did you come?" Chi Yu looked away, smoothed the wrinkled paper, picked up the pen that fell on the ground at some point, and glanced at the paper next to him, one of the options in the first question Draw a circle. Fu Zhiyan glanced at him, reached out and took his paper, pulled off the circle Chi Yu had just drawn, and drew two horizontal lines on the options below.
"Can you be more serious about copying the question?" Fu Zhiyan moved the stool closer to him, and talked about the concept and practice of the first question word by word.
Chi Yu signed up for a remedial class a few days ago. The night when they came out of the playground, the little girl who was standing at the door with the flyer ran towards the four of them. After looking at it for a while, she put the flyer in Chi Yu's hand with a smile, and said softly, "I want to Don't look at our English tutoring class?" Those who did not study well seemed to have an air of temperament, and they all wrote: I study very poorly.
Chi Yu seemed eager to get rid of this temperament, wrote his name on the register, and rushed to the remedial class the next day to sign up. The price of the one-on-one sprint class for the college entrance examination is very high. Chi Yu sat in the study room for half an hour, and the top ambition at the beginning was almost gone. Staring at the small characters on the paper, his temples jumped. On the screen of the mobile phone is the photo just sent by Fu Zhieu, the fiery red and rich soup is tumbling in the pot, and the brightly colored meat rolls look tender and juicy.
"It's so fucking shameless." Chi Yu scolded in a low voice, took two pictures of the papers on the table and sent them over. After that, Fu Zhian didn't reply, and he didn't send any more messages. Fu Zhiyu committed suicide in a hot pot.
The wind in February carried a temperature that made people feel lazy, Fu Zhiyan sat beside him with his chin up, and looked at him with narrowed eyes. The pen in his hand made black dots one after another on the blank area of the paper. Chi Yu's scalp was numb, and he threw the pen to the side impatiently, leaning back on the back of the chair with his arms folded and frowning at him. Through the light, Fu Zhiyu could see the boy's red auricles and his long eyelashes shaking slightly.
Some things are always incomprehensible, just like Chi Yu didn't know why Fu Zhian suddenly came up, pursed the corners of his lips and said he wanted to count his eyelashes.
"You're fucking sick." Covering the itch in his heart, Chi Yu turned his head aside and didn't look at him, his hand on the armrest clenched unconsciously, showing white knuckles . Thinking of the text message he received from the head teacher this morning, Chi Yu took out his mobile phone and swiped it twice before he casually said, "Which school do you want to fill in?"
"Medicine."
Chi Yu raised his head suddenly, his dark eyes were full of doubts, he raised his eyebrows and said, "When did you want to study medicine?"
Fu Zhiyu rolled up the sleeves of his sweater, hummed indifferently, and said softly, "I think it might be interesting." He raised his head and smiled at Chi Yu, his eyebrows seemed to be filled with mist, " I was born to save lives and heal the wounded."
"What bullshit." Chi Yu twitched the corners of his mouth in disgust, not looking at Fu Zhi'an's smiling face.
The lights overhead were dim, and the word Wen Hua made most of the fiery atmosphere at the dining table disappear. Chen Yifang stood up, turned the induction cooker to the minimum and sat down. "Wen Hua must be really heartbroken." Fu Jianguo stared at the wine glass in his hand, and through the glass he could see the nectarine behind him that had been deformed due to magnification, "Why don't he jump down."
Wen Hua's jumping off the building caused quite a stir at the time, and even appeared in the local daily newspaper the next day, occupying the best page of that issue. The black and bold characters are in the center of the newspaper, with clear black and white colors and serious typography, as if announcing the woman's death in advance. Fu Jianguo was the police officer who dispatched the police that day. It was not until the ambulance came to take Wen Hua away that he saw the boy standing on the top floor of the hospital.
With mud spots on his face, he looked down expressionlessly with his mouth pouted, and tiptoed on the steps, crumbling like a dead tree.
Wen Hua committed suicide. Before jumping, he took off the slippers he just bought and set it up, as if he didn't have a trace of nostalgia. But Fu Jianguo still felt that Wen Hua would regret it. At that moment, if she saw Chi Yu who had just climbed up the stairs and was out of breath, she would definitely not have jumped down. The last thread that broke Wen Hua's tension was a text message. In fact, it looked ordinary, but it was just the usual demonstration of the mistress, but Wen Hua suffered from depression in addition to heart disease.
In the past few years as a neighbor with Wen Hua, Fu Jianguo has never seen her other family members. He tried to call Chi Yuedi, who only appeared in the conversation, but only had a busy tone.
"You already know what happened next." Fu Jianguo sighed, and then filled the glass again, "Xiao Chi was brought over by you."
It wasn't long after the rain stopped that day, and the rheumatism that got into the folds of the clothes, Fu Zhiyu was walking on the road with headphones on, drooping his eyelids to avoid the potholes on the ground one by one. Maybe it was because the street was too quiet, and there was a sound recording in English, mixed with subtle electric currents, but Fu Zhiyu could still hear the footsteps of the boy, the sound of water splashing on the ground.
He looked up, and the boy was walking towards him step by step, wearing a black and white school uniform with a white plastic bag in his hand. The wind blowing from nowhere blew the headphone cord that was hanging on his chest. He squinted at the boy with red eyes, the wind rustled the plastic bag in his hand, and he took it out of the bag. The vague shape shows that it looks like a pair of shoes.
When he got closer, Fu Zhian saw the boy's tightly pursed lips and bloodshot eyes. He reached out to take off his earphones, but was suddenly hugged. It was a powerful hug, ramming with the sound of bones colliding, and his arms were like two ropes, and he couldn't move because of the hoop. Fu Zhiyan didn't speak, and looked down at the person leaning on his shoulder, the soft hair rubbing against his neck, the trembling body and the tightening arms, the emaciated teenager was almost hidden in his arms.
Fu Zhian didn't know the cause and effect. He just felt that the person in his arms distracted him. He couldn't hear a word of the English text in the earphones, and his mind was full of the smell of washing powder lingering on the tip of his nose. The subsequent development was not within Fu Zhi'an's expectations. His father took Chi Yu away, and he never came back. Then he saw Chi Yu's father, his car was parked downstairs, his suit was neat and his royal blue cufflinks were shining brightly.
A thin film of oil formed on the surface of the soup that was no longer boiling, Chen Yifang rubbed her red eyes, stood up with a smile, and said as she walked to the kitchen: "I forgot to take out the tofu I just cut, I Go get it." Staring at the broken potatoes in the bowl, Fu Zhiyu picked up the phone on the table, clicked on the web page and typed a few words in the search bar, his trembling eyelashes cast a shadow on the bottom of his eyes.
— Is heart disease hereditary
— Hello, I am glad to answer this question for you. Parents have heart disease, and children have the possibility of heredity.
The room was hot and stuffy, and the boy beside Fu Zhian looked at him with a sullen face, his frowning brows filled with hostility, but his eyes were bright.
The things you liked when you were young, you will like more when you grow up, and the same is true for people. Probably like this thing is superficial, a few seconds of staring at the dim light, or a hug under the sunset, can make people remember for a long time. Fu Zhian felt that he and Chi Yu would look at each other for many seconds, kissing in the morning and kissing each other at night.
But one morning, he came to the classroom and looked at the empty desk in front of him, the comic books piled up in the drawers were cleaned up, and the colored candy wrappers in the corner of the windowsill were thrown on the floor. Fu Zhian saw Wang Xiao running in from the front door, holding his shoulder out of breath, bent over and said a few words intermittently.
"Chi Yu has changed schools."