middle aged

There are not too clear words in the narration of this story, but Yan Nan is not a fool. Children who grow up in this era have a full understanding of various forms of emotion in an information-based growth environment. The ambiguous red marks these days and Teacher Mo's inexplicable high fever have already confirmed his conjecture for many days, but he never expected that the entanglement between the refined teacher and that person in front of him would last for so long.

Yan Nan didn't know how to answer for a while, he had no other choice but to be silent, love is always a matter of confusion, people in the bureau are in chaos, and it's useless for people outside the bureau to see it clearly.

He looked at Mo Fanfan waiting for his response, and wanted to say something, but the depths of his throat seemed to be blocked by surging emotions, and he couldn't say anything.

Seeing this, Mo Fanfan smiled, with a trace of helplessness on his warm lips: "I may be really confused, why would I mention these things to you."

"Teacher, no... I can understand the teacher's mood, but I... don't know what to say..." Yan Nan seemed a little nervous, holding her dark gray sweatpants with both hands slightly, her palms slightly protruding Some sweat: "When I was young, I was like my teacher, and I always had someone I cared about. However, I am not as lucky as you. I don't know which city he will be in now." Referring to the past, Yan Nan There was a little more guilt in his eyes, he lowered his head, his brows were furrowed, that memory was obviously not particularly good for him.

"Would you like to talk to the teacher?"

"..." Perhaps it was Mo Fanfan's confiding that brought back the secret that had been buried in his heart for a long time, or maybe it was Mo Fanfan's rare trust in himself, Yan Nan's long-sealed emotions also had an urge to make noise.

"Teacher, you know that I was injured when I was a child, and there was a child who was about my age next door to help me bandage." Yan Nan raised her head, looked into Mo Fanfan's eyes, her smile was a little sad, and Mo Fanfan looked at him Nodding his head, he fully remembered Yan Nan's childhood, this important child.

"In fact, his life is no better than mine... He was adopted by a couple in my neighbor's family. He didn't know where his biological parents were. When he was adopted in Inner Mongolia, he was already four years old. He was adopted at this age. It was not pleasant at all, not to mention that the couple had their own child three years later. Since they had their own child, his adoptive parents didn't care much about him, even though they let him go to school and gave him food. , but it’s far worse than treating my own children. It’s possible that we all share the same disease. When we were young, we played together every day. His adoptive mother worked as a nurse in the hospital, so he secretly took some gauze and iodine to help me bandage. His adoptive mother found out and scolded him a lot, but next time, he will still be like this." Yan Nan's eyes gradually became warmer, and the little man in his memory with red eyes cautiously gave The way he bandages will always be the softest memory in his heart.

"When I was 14 years old, his adoptive father was double-regulated because of corruption and dereliction of duty. The family fell from the peak to the bottom. His adoptive mother poured all the fire on him. At that time, his injuries were even worse than I'm still serious...Later, after his adoptive father was sentenced, his situation was not as good as before, and his adoptive mother couldn't bear the hardship, so she quit her job and took him and his younger brother to her hometown in the south to join her mother's family."

"Mr. Mo, do you know?" Yan Nan said: "A few days before the family left, he came to me and asked me to hide him. He didn't want to go with his adoptive mother, but I was scared at that time." , did not dare to promise him, I still remember the way he resented me when he was leaving, a pair of red eyes, looking at me with disappointment, the eyes were bloodshot, but there was no tear, the corner of his mouth It's red and swollen, I know, it's the mark left when his adoptive mother slapped him on the face." Yan Nan's eye circles were red, and Mo Pingfan could see clearly that there were tears in the child's eyes.There was a box of tissues at hand, Mo Fanfan hesitated for a moment, but gave up the urge to pass the tissues over.

"I haven't seen him since that day. It turns out that I can often dream of him coming to beg me, but in recent years, I can't even dream of it. I don't know how he is living. Where, I don't even know whether he is alive or dead." Yan Nan paused, these things that bothered him seemed to have become a habit for him, but when he recalled it, there was nothing more than regret and helplessness. other emotions.

"So, I understand the teacher. If I knew which city he is in now, I would go to find him desperately. I want to see if he is doing well and if anyone will bully him again... Teacher, you are much luckier than me , at least you can still see the person you are thinking about."

After finishing speaking, Yan Nan smiled and looked at Mo Pingfan, the tears in his eyes had long since disappeared. This is a child who is much stronger than himself. Mo Pingfan thought that it is not good to live with guilt. Over the past few years, this child has endured no less hardship than him.

The light in the apartment was gradually dimming. The two of them, who had temporarily relieved their inner burdens, seemed to be much more relaxed this evening. Mo Pingfan turned on the light, and it was getting late. It was not appropriate to drink tea or coffee at this time, so he warmed it up. A pot of milk, surrounded by the fresh aroma of boiled milk in a carton, two people who cherish each other talked for a whole night accompanied by this lingering aroma.

So after returning to the dormitory this night, Yan Nan's face was full of unconcealable relief, Shen Qianqian lay on his bed, and was concentrating on playing games on the computer on the simple folding table. Headphones, the volume of the computer is turned up to the maximum, and the room is full of "bang bang" gunshots. Since the summer vacation, the other two of their roommates have gone back. Yan Nan has to put his headphones on every night when he comes back to hear this sound. But today, Yan Nan didn't say anything about him, so she took a towel and went to the bathroom to take a shower.

Unexpectedly, after taking a 3-minute shower, there was no sound in the room. Shen Xiangqian closed the computer and got off the bed, leaning against the desk opposite the bed and was peeling oranges.

"Brother Nan, why did you come back?" He bit into a piece of orange, and his naked face wrinkled into a ball with some sour taste.

"Didn't you go back with Teacher Mo? I chatted with the teacher for a while at night." Yan Nan wore only a pair of gray boxer briefs with his bare upper body, and brushed his teeth while taking a shower. Orange didn't show much interest.

"Oh...then why are we talking so late?" Shen Xiangqian continued to ask

"Just chatting nonsense, the teacher asked me what my plans are in the future, and gave me directions." Obviously, he didn't want to tell Shen Xiangqian the truth.

"Did the teacher tell you who that man is today?" Shen Xiangqian seemed to have a soft spot for sour taste, the oranges were sour, but he still ate them with relish.

Yan Nan glanced at Shen Xiangqian, never expecting that his brother who has always loved games like his life would start to gossip, but he didn't want to talk to him more about Teacher Mo, so he turned his eyes and said: "Are you ashamed to say, after people ran away, why did you disappear?"

"Me? I saw you coming. I thought there must be nothing wrong. My parents checked me on video again, so I ran to the classroom on the third floor. After I got down, I couldn't even see anyone." "Shen Xiangqian is not a fool, Yan Nan changed the subject too obviously, so he just made a fool of himself to prevaricate him.

"Hey, Brother Nan? Who is that person? Our teacher Mo looks very approachable, how could we have conflicts with others and make troubles in school?" Shen Xiangqian handed the uneaten three-petal orange to Yan. In front of Nan, he raised his eyebrows at him, obviously not giving up until he got the answer.

"I won't eat it. I just took a shower and brushed my teeth. It's too harsh to eat again." Yan Nan pushed back the orange handed to her and lay down on her bed: "That man is our teacher's classmate, That's all I know, as for the reason for the conflict between the two of them, I don't know." Turning on the phone, Yan Nan swiped Weibo pretending to be indifferent, Shen Xiangqian's eyes are poisonous, and he sees people through. It's not easy to lie to him, so Yan Nan can only ignore him, and pretend that she doesn't know the details to see if he won't hold her back.

"It's really strange. How many conflicts can high school classmates find in school? Brother Nan, do you still remember the time we had conflicts with people in the Internet cafe before? When Teacher Mo was about to leave with us, didn't he meet him before?" Teacher? Then we left by ourselves, didn’t we?”

"Hmm..." Yan Nan didn't say much, lying on the bed flipping through her phone seemingly indifferently.

"Could it be that there was some unhappiness with an old classmate at a party at that time? Tell me, could that person be Mr. Mo's old love rival? Mr. Mo stole his girlfriend before, and he hasn't solved his knot for so many years. Are you coming to seek revenge?"

Yan Nan couldn't help rolling her eyes: What about the rival in love, obviously they used to be a couple, where can they go to deal with the rival in love?

But without saying anything, Yan Nan just hummed twice and continued to fiddle with her mobile phone.

"Brother Nan, why don't you talk? Aren't you curious?" After eating the last orange, Shen Xiangqian asked Yan Nan indifferently to him, and asked suspiciously.

"Gossip, how old is Mr. Mo? It happened more than ten years ago. We are not archaeologists. Why don't we care about those? I want to work quickly to earn more money and return the money for smashing the computer. He, I'm not interested in any kindness or grudge he has with anyone." After that, Yan Nan put down her mobile phone, covered her naked upper body with a small blanket, closed her eyes, and looked like she was going to sleep.

Shen Xiangqian smacked Yan Nan's expression carefully, he acted like a man who had nothing to do with himself, but the way his restless mouth fluctuated up and down with his constantly pursed lips betrayed him. Yan Nan has been around for so long, and Shen Xiangqian knew that Yan Nan would be like this when he said something against his will.

"Don't care? Hmph, you are the only one who runs to Teacher Mo frequently in our class." After muttering a few words in my heart, seeing that Yan Nan didn't mean to say anything more, Shen Xiangqian stopped talking too much, and after brushing his teeth, he closed the door. turned off the lights in the dormitory.Instead of playing games in the dark for a while as usual, Shen Qianqian lay on the bed, listening to the even snoring from the bed at the opposite foot, but it was difficult to fall asleep.

Tossing and turning unable to fall asleep, Shen Xiangqian heard the louder and louder snoring beside him, almost threw the pillow under his head, and cursed in his heart: This big fool, half of his foot is stuck in the mud, and he still Can sleep so soundly!