Chapter 3: Excess

When Yu Zhile used alcoholic cotton to clean Yu Zihuan's forehead, he felt that his hands and feet were very light, and Yu Zihuan didn't scream, but he was still a little panicked when he saw his two thick brows and drooping eyelashes. tension.
After putting the medicine on and putting on gauze, she put down her hand that lifted Yu Zi's broken hair in front of her forehead and relieved greatly. Yu Zihuan glanced at her and immediately looked away, "Why help me?"
Yu Zhile was unclear, so he stared at him stunnedly, "Did you ask me to help you take the medicine?"
Yu Zihuan frowned and looked at her with some impatient eyes.
Yu Zhile recovered this time, realizing that he was asking why the counterfeit No. 4 Middle School teacher helped him out, thinking briefly for a few seconds. Actually, he didn't quite understand how he was idle. So I pretended to be stupid, squinted, and showed a neat row of white teeth. "It's wrong to bully the weak when you see the road and draw a knife to help!"
Yu Zhile thought Yu Zihuan seemed to want to roll her eyes at her, but he finally refrained. He just looked at her with a weird look and stared at her for a long time and asked, "Do you mean that I am weak?"
Isn't it wrong to say it again, the sensitive child is too difficult to wait for. Yu Zhile laughed and defended, "I don't mean that. I mean the weak is relatively speaking. You see, you only have one person, and they have eight people. Isn't it the weaker side by comparison? Heads-up, how can you be weak even if their boss can fight down?"
Yu Zihuan thought that the reason was acceptable. He didn’t bother with the problem any longer. He reached for the t-shirt and prepared to deal with the bruises on his body. When he was halfway up, he suddenly looked up and said to Yu Zhile, who was still facing him. Turn around."
Yu Zhile nodded and turned around in a hurry, but when she came back to the taste, she felt that she was wronged, as if she wanted to watch his little kid undress. Yu Zhile, who was doing nothing, naturally began to observe the furnishings in the room. His eyes turned from the chandelier to the sofa, then from the sofa to the coffee table full of debris, and again, he saw two black and white photos hanging on the wall.
On the left is a young woman in her twenties. She looks very beautiful. Her eyebrows are picturesque and her smile is like flowers. It is similar to Yu Zihuan, but it is much softer than Yu Zihuan. On the right is an old man with white hair. But the smile between the brows of the eyes also shows that he was a beauty when he was young.
Yu Zhile quickly launched the relationship between the three of them, which should be the grandchildren. But in this case, Yu Zihuan was too miserable. Grandmother passed away, and her mother died young, maybe the one on the left was his aunt?
Yu Zhile was also immersed in thinking. Yu Zihuan had finished putting on the plaster and getting dressed, limpingly holding the medicine cabinet and trying to put it back in the cupboard.
"Let's go." Yu Zhile is not too high in the north of his hometown, but it is also one and seven meters. Compared with it, it is not yet developed, and the remaining one is only a little more than one meter and six. It is still a lot higher. Can put the medicine box back in place.
Yu Zihuan did not succeed this time and handed the medicine box to Yu Zhile and sat down on the sofa honestly.
Yu Zhile looked at the time, and it was more than half past six. The smell of the food had already smelt from other houses, but Yu Zihuan's family was still a cold cooker. No adult, and he didn't mean cooking.
Yu Zi sat silently, Yu Zhile wondered if his character would tell the parents about the bullying, she was thinking about whether she should wait for his parents to come back, and gently expressed that he was rejected by his peers The situation is benevolent.
Yu Zhile was neither sitting nor sitting, the atmosphere was really embarrassing, she could not help but probed her brain and looked at the door, "How about your father? Haven't you got off work yet?"
Yu Zihuan didn't answer at first. Yu Zhile waited for a long time, but when he almost gave up, he heard him say: "He owed a debt and ran away long ago, probably died outside."
This is cold, but the coldness in Yu Zihuan's eyes makes Yu Zhile even more shocked. It seems that the person mentioned has nothing to do with him. It is not his father, not even strangers.
If Fang Cai can be called embarrassing, the current atmosphere is probably frozen, and when there is any action, it clicks and makes Yu Zhile want to slap himself and make you cheap.
But his eyes swept the photo on the wall again, and Yu Zhile suddenly realized that "then you now..."
"I live alone." Yu Zihuan also noticed that she looked at the photo, raised her head to accurately capture her line of sight, and clearly revealed a meaning in her gaze, if she dared to show his pity, he immediately You can turn your face.
Yu Zhile did sympathize with him, but the first sentence in his head was: This is not legal.
Yu Zihuan looks up to twelve or three years old, maybe even smaller. As a minor, don’t you have to have a guardian?
Approximately because the confusion in Yu Zhile's expression was greater than his mercy, the hostility in Yu Zihuan's eyes weakened, and he bowed his head and explained, "My aunt adopted me nominally."
But in name only, he was actually allowed to live on his own, and he was also happy to be free in his grandmother’s old house.
Yu Zhile doesn't know what to say. The child's sensitivity and stubbornness have been deeply understood in her short-term get along, so it's better to say nothing.
"You haven't eaten dinner yet? It happened that I didn't eat it, can you rub a meal?" Yu Zhile changed the subject wisely, and leaned on the edge of Yu Zihuan, seeing that he didn't answer and quickly added, "I can Pay."
Yu Zihuan moved his body away from Yu Zhile, "I only have instant noodles."
"It doesn't matter, just eat some."
After turning over the cabinets in the kitchen, Yu Zhile had a new understanding of Yu Zihuan.
It's really a sincere child. She said that only instant noodles are instant noodles. She eats cup noodles and knows to add a ham sausage or poached egg. Yu Zihuan's home has nothing but a box of instant noodles. The refrigerator is cleaner than her face.
After the water was boiled, two bags of instant noodles were dropped. As soon as the fragrance came out, Yu Zhile heard the sound of dragging a chair behind him. Looking back, Yu Zihuan had already taken the tableware and sat down at the small table in the kitchen.
The hot face straightened his mouth, but Yu Zhile couldn’t stop eating hula and hula. The weather was starting to be hot in July. She sweated quickly in the kitchen with little air circulation. Yu Zhile fanned with her hand. The wind saw that Yu Zihuan on the side was eating slower than her left hand, but the white face was also covered with sweat beads, and the broken hair was stuck on the forehead. Because of the focus on the food, the previous Cold and hard, this is an ordinary child.
But it is a very good-looking child. The average person sweating will only appear to be uncomfortable, but Yu Zihuan only reminds Yu Zhile of the lotus with dewdrops in the morning, not stained with dust, and the eyes of the dog with his drooping eyes. Her motherhood is rampant and she cannot look away.
Looking at it, Yu Zihuan suddenly raised his head, Yu Zhile and his shining eyes met each other, only to realize his gaffe, hurry to face straight, and make a grief, "You can't do this, you are in the stage of growing up, how can you Eat instant noodles every day? How can nutrition keep up?"
Yu Zihuan was frowned by the brow she said, shifting her gaze to the face, "I can only eat instant noodles."
Yu Zhile saw that anyhow, it was over, and Yu Zihuan did not despise her, secretly relieved, and thought about the problem seriously, and suddenly it came to light.
Yu Zihuan lacks care for her. She lacks a place to live. Otherwise, she rents his house. She can work to pay the rent. She also manages Yu Zihuan's three meals a day.
Having said this to Yu Zihuan, he looked at her oddly and said, "Aren't you a resident of this building?"
Yu Zhile remembered her behavior of using a key to open the door downstairs, and she didn’t blame Yu Zihuan for having such a misunderstanding. She laughed aloud, "I said that the key was the letter I picked up?"
Yu Zihuan apparently didn't believe it, but said nothing, and picked another chopstick noodle into his mouth.
"Are you worried that I am a bad person?" Yu Zhile saw that he was silent, thinking he was still worried.
"How much rent do you pay?"
It was originally thinking about this issue.
Yu Zhile thought about the rent and price increase ten years later and estimated the price, "One thousand?"
She said that she regretted it. Ten years later, she lived in a room alone, and it was not much more expensive than this, but Yu Zihuan did not give her the opportunity to repent, "Yes, in addition, the water and electricity are shared."
It's really not a disadvantage.
Yu Zhile had a deeper understanding of Yu Zihuan, but who asked her to come up with this method, she could only beat her teeth and swallow her belly, and she found a place to stay, and she was quite comparable to this area. Familiar, it is easier to get change jobs here without academic qualifications and identification.
After eating and washing the dishes, Yu Zhile realized afterwards that she had not introduced herself, "Forgot to say, my name is Yu Zhile, Yu is the elm of the elm tree, beside the wooden words, knowing knowledge, happy music, you You can call me Sister Lele."
"My name is Yu Zihuan."
"What a coincidence, our last name is more like a younger brother." Yu Zhile turned off the faucet to dry his hands, and turned to say happily.
Yu Zihuan looked at her deeply and said with a sullen face: "Unfortunately, I'm superfluous."
Yu Zhile wanted to say that it sounded the same anyway, and then he slowly said, "The son of his wife's ions, the scattered slack."
Yu Zhile cleared his throat and said daringly, "He is also the son of the grandchildren, and he is so relaxed."
Yu Zihuan glanced at her again, but this time Jian Bing had a loose meaning, but did not answer.
In the evening when Yu Zihuan was doing his homework, Yu Zhile secretly checked what she brought from ten years later. Although her mobile phone still has electricity, her sim card was sent by her freshman school and there was no signal and she didn’t know how to change Can a 05-year card continue to use a smart phone, but in order to avoid the attention of others, it is better to change to a mobile phone that meets the times.
There is a thousand yuan of whole money and some change in the wallet. Yu Zhile nervously checked the past one by one. Fortunately, they were all printed in 2005 or before, and they can continue to be used. Yu Zhile couldn't help but feel lucky that she didn't wear it back 20 years or more, otherwise her few grandfather Mao would not come in handy.
But for this money, you have to pay rent, water and electricity, and buy food. You can save some money before you find an economic source.
Yu Zhile continued to take out her bag, took out her resume and various certificates, and sighed heavily. She was clearly a college student who had just graduated. She had passed all the grades 4 and 6, but now it is better than blind flow. The future days How can I live?
Wait, should I think about how to go back to 2015 first? If she went back, she would not have such a headache to survive, at least not having to pay the second rent. But this seems to have no clue than finding a job in 2005, and Yu Zhile is in deep contemplation.
That's right, although she seems to be in a daze, she is really thinking hard, but she can't think of the result.
Yu Zihuan, who was doing his homework in the bedroom, dragged his inconvenient legs and walked out. Yu Zhile hurriedly swept the things spread on the coffee table into his bag, for fear of being exposed by what he saw. From here, I went straight to the kitchen, poured a glass of water, and walked back to the bedroom door with the glass.
Seeing him stop, Yu Zhile couldn't help but read the past.
Yu Zihuan did not look back, turned her back, and stared at the slightly trembling water in the glass in her hand. "The rent can be paid later."
After finishing talking, he entered the bedroom and took the door.
Yu Zhile also thought about how the child suddenly became magnanimous and suddenly reacted. He thought she was sighing and screaming at him in the living room.