Chapter 2:
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SAYE 「Act Wildly」
- Wu Zhe
- 3058 characters
- 2021-03-01 10:59:04
According to my mother ... Jiang Su suddenly felt that the title was a bit strange, and her thoughts were interrupted in a strange way. What I said was not remembered at this instant.
In his more than ten years of life, his parents and family are the only ones. No matter the relationship is good or bad, the mother is only the woman named Shen Yiqing, the father is the man named Jiang Wei, and the twin brothers ... … And now suddenly an extra set, Li Baoguo and… a few names he had forgotten.
It's a bit overwhelming.
His relationship with his family is indeed very tense. Whether it is his parents or younger brother, the flames explode at the first touch, and the fire explodes at the first sight. It has been almost a year since I talked to my brother. Through various disorders.
But even if this state continues from 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, let alone see those two faces that look the same ... Such a moment is like a wish come true When the earth came before him, he was blindfolded.
It's Mongolia.
Very Mongolian.
Beginning with my mother saying "I have something to tell you," the months of cold war and formalities have been handled, and until now, everything is like a dream that never comes back.
Most of the time he didn't have much discomfort and didn't have much pain.
Some are just Mongolian.
"Is it cold?" Li Baoguo asked back, coughing a few times, "is it colder than yours?"
"Um." Jiang Yan answered in his mask.
"It's warm when I get home," Li Baoguo said, coughing loudly, and spitting his face with a spitting star. "I specially packed a room for you."
"Thank you," Jiang Yan replied, and pulled up the mask.
"What are we thanking my grandpa," Li Baoguo smiled and patted him on the back while coughing, "Our grandpa don't say thank you!"
Jiang Yan failed to respond to him. The two slaps were shot very strongly. He had a cold breath and wanted to cough. He heard Li Baoguo's cough and even more coughing. After two more slaps, he bent down and rushed to the ground with a cough. Tears almost coughed.
"You don't do well," Li Baoguo looked at him. "You have to exercise. I was as strong as a bear when you were as old as you."
Jiang Yan said nothing, bent over and stretched out his arm, and gave him a thumbs up.
Li Baoguo laughed happily: "Exercise! I still have to serve you in the future!"
Jiang Yan stood up and glanced at him.
"Leave." Li Baoguo patted him again.
"Don't touch me." Jiang Yan frowned.
"Yo?" Li Baoguo froze, his eyes rounded at him, "how?"
Jiang Yan looked at him for a while and pulled off 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 shops, which are used for food, clothing and daily use. The shops are low-rise buildings.
Jiang Yan looked up through all kinds of staggered electrical wires, and the outer wall could not see the true colors, and it was not known whether the sky was dark or it was always like this.
Unsure of what it was like, he followed Li Baoguo into a corridor, walked through a few piles of debris and vegetables, and walked to the innermost door on the first floor.
"Conditions must be inferior to yours," Li Baoguo said as he opened the door, "but mine is yours!"
Jiang Yan said nothing, looking at a light bulb wrapped in a spider web in the corridor, feeling that the light bulb was almost out of breath.
"Mine, it's yours!" Li Baoguo opened the door and turned back on his shoulder to take two more shots. "Your, that's mine! This is my dear!"
"Don't touch me when you have said it," Jiang Yan said with annoyance.
"Yo," Li Baoguo entered the house and turned on the light. "It's really spoilt. Just talk to the elders like this. I'll tell you, your brother and sister I have never used to. If you have been growing up at home, I will I convinced you ... come, you sleep in this house ... your brother's ...
Jiang Yan didn't listen to what Li Baoguo was still talking about, dragging the box into the back room. This house is a two-bedroom house. I don't know how this family lived before.
This cleaned up room ... It should have been cleaned up very much. It can be judged without eyes and nose. There is a mildew smell in the dust.
An old closet, a desk, a canopy bed, piled with debris on the upper floor, but the lower berth was packed away, and the sheets and quilts were all changed.
"Let things go and pack them tomorrow," Li Baoguo said. "Let's drink two cups first."
"What to drink?" Jiang froze and glanced at the phone, almost ten o'clock.
"Wine," Li Baoguo looked at him, "we haven't seen it in more than ten years, why can't we drink it and celebrate!"
"... No," Jiang Yan said, "I don't want to drink."
"Don't want to drink?" Li Baoguo's eyes widened, and he glared at him for two seconds before closing his eyes again and laughing. "Don't you haven't drunk? You're all in high school ..."
"I don't want to drink," Jiang Yan interrupted him. "I want to sleep."
"Sleep?" Li Baoguo froze for a while before turning around and walking out, thickly, "Okay, you sleep, sleep."
Jiang Yan closed the door of the room and stood in the room for nearly five minutes before he opened the closet door.
As soon as the door opened, he stunned in the smell of camphor pills coming out of his face. A two-door closet was half full, and the quilts, blankets, old cotton clothes, and burrs were almost catching the fringed towels.
This feeling is hard to describe. Jiang Yan is sure that he has not started missing his home and family far away for several hours, but he really started to miss his room.
He took out a few items of clothes from the box and hung them in the closet. Everything else was put in the trunk and tucked under the closet. Then he took out a bottle of perfume and sprayed it in the closet for ten times before closing it. After the cabinet door, sat on the edge of the bed.
The phone rang and looked at it. The number showed "Mom" and he answered the phone.
"Are you there?" Mom's voice came over there.
"Um." Jiang Yan answered.
"The condition is not as good as the home here," said Mom. "It may take some time to get used to it."
"No," Jiang Yan said.
Mom paused: "Little sister, I still hope you don't think ..."
"Nothing," Jiang Yan said.
"The family hasn't treated you badly in the past ten years. Your dad and I never let you know that you were adopted, right?" Mom's voice brought the usual harshness.
"But I still know it," Jiang Yan said, "and it has been kicked out."
"Don't forget, the Chinese New Year's dad has been taken to the hospital by you! You haven't been discharged yet!" Mom raised her voice.
Jiang Yan didn't say anything. He couldn't figure out how his father's pneumonia hospitalization had anything to do with himself.
And what else did the mother say later? He didn't understand something magically. This is his skill. What he doesn't want to listen to can really not enter the mind.
Mom's harsh and empty accusations and the means of communication he thought were completely ineffective were the fuzes he collapsed.
He didn't want to listen, he didn't want to quarrel in an environment that was so strange to him.
When the phone hung up, he couldn't remember what he had said before, what his mother said, what he said, and he couldn't remember.
Wanting to take a bath, Jiang Yan got up and opened the door, and looked into the living room, no one.
He cleared his throat, coughed a few times, and no one responded.
"Are you ... are you?" He walked into the living room, not knowing what to call Li Baoguo.
The room is very small. In the living room, you can see all the doors of the bedroom and the kitchen and toilet. Li Baoguo is not in the room.
Let ’s go play cards. People at the intersection will have to play a few hands.
"Come-play cards-there is a lot of time anyway," Jiang Yan sang, and opened the toilet door. "Come-take a shower-anyway ..."
There is no water heater in the toilet.
"Anyway ..." He continued to sing, glanced back to the kitchen connected to the toilet, and didn't see the water heater. He only saw an electric heater on the tap, "Anyway ..."
He couldn't sing anymore. After making two laps to make sure there was no water heater in the room, he just felt panicked and hit a tap: "Fuck."
After shaking for a day outside, he couldn't sleep without taking a bath.
In the end he had to go back to the room and pull out the suitcase. He pulled out a folding bucket, and drank the bucket of water into the toilet in underwear.
A cockroach ran past his feet as he stepped out of the toilet. He jumped up and hid, almost hitting the door.
When he went back to the room and turned off the lights to force a sleep, Jiang Yan noticed that there were no curtains in the room, and the reason he never saw the outside window was that the glass was too dirty.
He pulled over the quilt cover, hesitated and sniffed again, and then breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that it was clean. He even sighed.
I closed my eyes for about half an hour, my eyes were sore, and I didn't feel sleepy. I just wanted to sit up and smoke a cigarette, and my cell phone rang.
He took a look at it, a message from Pan Zhi.
-I fuck, are you gone? What's happening now?
Jiang Yan lit a cigarette, dialed Pan Zhi's number, walked to the window with a cigarette, trying to open the window.
The window was covered with gray and rust. He tossed for a long time, and Pan Zhi answered the phone there, and the window remained motionless.
"Huh?" Pan Zhi squinted like a thief.
"Fuck." Jiang Yan's fingers didn't know what was pricked, and frowned, cursing, giving up the idea of opening the window.
"What's your situation?" Pan Zhi still kept his voice down. "I heard Yu Xin say you're gone today? Did you tell me when you didn't say it? I also bought a bunch of things waiting for you!"
"Send it to me." Jiang Yan put on his jacket, walked to the living room with a cigarette, opened the door to go out, took a step to remember that he had no keys, and had to return back and open the living room window.
The anxiety in my heart is like a storm. As long as I have another distress, I can sing a song of anger.
"You have passed?" Pan Zhi asked.
"Um." Jiang Yan leaned on the windowsill and looked at the dark street outside.
"How? How about your dear?" Pan Zhi asked again.
"Are you all right?" Jiang Yan said, "I don't want to talk now."
"Fuck, I didn't get you there," Pan Zhi said with a sigh, "What a horrible thing to say to me. When your mother said 'Need the consent of the adopter', you didn't hesitate at all, now you're upset It's up! "
"Don't hesitate to conflict with discomfort." Jiang Yan exhaled a cigarette.
A thin figure suddenly emerged on the empty road outside, and passed by on the skateboard with an astonishing speed.
Jiang froze for a moment, remembering the little girl named Gu Miao before, there were quite a lot of skateboarders in this broken city.
"Let me go?" Pan Zhi said suddenly.
"Huh?" Jiang Yan didn't respond.
"I said I went to see you," Pan Zhi said, "Isn't there any more days to start school? I will pass you what I bought."
"No," Jiang Yan said.
"Don't make a fool of me, you haven't told others about it, now I can give you some warmth," Pan Zhi sighed, "let me soothe you."
"How to soothe," Jiang Yan said, "give me a mouth?"
"Fuck
Your uncle Jiang Yan, you have to be a little bit okay!" Pan Zhi shouted.
"You have to send thousands of miles with such enthusiasm. What do I have to do with my face? I have to hurry to cooperate with you." Jiang Yan took the cigarette around the room twice, and found a sooty eight-pot porridge jar. The contents were almost spit out by the smell of old smoke.
He threw the cigarette in and closed the lid. At this moment he felt like he didn't want to smoke in this life.
Strange and disgusting environment, strange and disgusting "relatives".
Jiang Yan originally thought that he would lose sleep under such circumstances, but after lying on the bed, the pain that he could n’t sleep before disappeared. He was surprised to find that he was not only sleepy, but also sleepy and tired. It feels like staying up late for half a month after intensive review.
suddenly.
I closed my eyes and fell asleep like I lost consciousness.
I didn't even dream about it overnight.
When I woke up in the morning, the first thing I felt was soreness. When I got up and got out of bed, Jiang Yan had the illusion that he was actually carrying a large bag of workers at the dock, or he hadn't done it for a week.
He took the phone and looked at the time, it was quite early, just after eight o'clock.
Put on your clothes and walk out of the room, everything in the room still looks like last night, even the empty bed in the other bedroom.
Li Baoguo didn't come back overnight?
Jiang Yan frowned. After washing, he felt a little embarrassed. His attitude was not good yesterday. Li Baoguo did n’t have any bad intentions when he drunk him. It was only a different habit, but he refused bluntly. Didn't come back overnight because of this?
He hesitated, took out his cell phone and wanted to make a call to Li Baoguo. He didn't drink together at night, and it was fine to eat early in the morning.
When the dial was being dialed, there was a sound of a key outside the door, and the door lock followed. The door rang for twenty or thirty seconds before the door was opened.
Li Baoguo entered the room wrapped in a cold air, his face darkened, and his expression was very tired.
"Are you up?" Li Baoguo said with a loud voice when he saw him. "Are you up early, how do you sleep?"
"... Fine." While answering, Jiang Yan smelled the thick smell of smoke on his body, mixed with some inexplicable unpleasant smells, like he could smell on a red leather green leather train.
"Did you eat earlier?" Li Baoguo took off his coat, shook, and the taste was stronger. The originally small living room was full of strange smells.
"No," Jiang Yan said, "or else we ..."
"You go out early, there are a lot of them, you can eat them," said Li Baoguo. "I'm stuck, I'll sleep for a while. If I don't get up at noon, you can eat it yourself."
Jiang Yan watched him go into another bedroom, and fell to the bed without taking off anything. He pulled the quilt and covered it, and asked, "Why did you ... last night?"
"Playing cards, I'm so angry, I was pretty good yesterday! The blessing your kid brought me!" Li Baoguo happily closed his eyes after speaking.
Jiang Yan took the key he had placed on the table, turned around and walked out the door, feeling that he was embarrassed at the previous point.
The snow stopped and the bitter cold swept across the air.
The small street is a little more angry during the day than at night. Some people have cars and firecrackers, but when everything is bright, the ruins that could have been hidden in the darkness are revealed.
Jiang Yan walked back and forth twice in the street, and finally entered a bun shop, ate a few buns, drank a bowl of tofu brain, and felt that the soreness on his body did not alleviate. Instead, he felt more uncomfortable.
Presumably to catch a cold, he went to a small drug store next to him and bought a box of pills after eating early.
After buying the medicine, I was a little at the side of the road, going back?
Li Baoguo wrapped up in a weird smell and fell asleep upset, which upset him for a while, he didn't know what he could do when he went back.
Sleep or daze?
Standing at the drugstore door for a few minutes, he decided to go around and get familiar with this place where he didn't know how long he could stay.
I walked down the street aimlessly to the street, turned a corner, and turned into another street parallel to the previous street. Jiang Yan wanted to see if there could be a direct turn back on this street The way.
On this side street he saw a small musical instrument shop and a very softly decorated ice cream shop, but other than these two shops, other shops are no different from the previous street.
When he passed a grocery store dressed as a small supermarket, he actually stopped and pushed in the door. He planned to buy a bottle of water to eat the medicine first.
As the lemon-scented heater came to the store, he stopped at the door and wanted to turn his head out.
There were four people in the small space in front of the cash register, each with a chair or sitting or leaning.
As soon as he came in, the few people who had been chatting with Tianer stopped and turned to stare at him together.
Jiang Yan looked at the four people, from looks to expressions, from dress to temperament, each person wrote a word on his face.
No, yes, good, bird.
Hesitating whether to turn around and walk away or go directly to the next shelf to get water, Jiang Yan Yu Guangzhen was actually crowded with three people in front of the shelf.
He turned his head without seeing the person. He saw the broken hair and a slippery head in one place, and then a pair of big eyes.