Low-end double

Xiao Jue has been away for three days and there is no news. I heard that the cross-ocean phone is expensive. Wang Dayong stomped around the house and dialed the phone, but the other end of the phone was answered by a foreigner. Wang Dayong said a lot of birdsong and didn't know what to say, so he couldn't speak for a long time, and the person on the other end hung up the phone.

Wang Dayong smoked another cigarette, and his addiction to cigarettes has become very serious recently.

He still went out to drive a taxi during the day and didn't come back until late, not because he wanted to make more money, but because he didn't want to stay in this house.

He felt a little tired, but he couldn't tell what it was like, his hands and feet were in good condition, he was not sick, but he just felt tired from the bottom of his bones.

Unknowingly, Wang Dayong drove past his home, looking at this place for a moment, he felt a little like a world away.

I remember that I was kneeling in this house and telling my mother that he and Xiao Jue would never break off in this life.

Now that I think about it, I feel a little bit of admiration.

Wang Dayong returned home and soaked in the bathtub tiredly.

In this room, he has never been the master, Xiao Jue is the master here, Xiao Jue's dead man can also be said to be the master of this place, but Wang Dayong is neither.

To be honest, he felt a little uncomfortable living in this place.

But Xiao Jue is here, he has no ability to let Xiao Jue move, so he can only live here with Xiao Jue.

Wang Hui and her man divorced. Wang Dayong didn't know that this was the first time his sister had divorced. Anyway, he could make a fortune every time.

His sister is not a fuel-efficient lamp. Anyway, one picture is for money and one picture is for color. Everyone knows it well.

After the incident of beating him and Xiao Jue was discovered, his sister cut off contact with him, as if she was avoiding such a younger brother who was messing with men, for fear that the dirty things on his body would dirty her.

Wang Hui shared a sum of money, and Wang Dayong reckoned that the amount was quite large, because when he met Li Ming last time, he said that his mother had given him several thousand as pocket money, but Wang Hui half-spoken about repaying the money. Didn't mention it.

When she came here, Wang Dayong first gave [-] yuan, and later repaid the loan of [-] yuan, but she didn't mention a word.

Wang Dayong seemed to have expected this situation a long time ago, so he didn't go up to ask for it. If he came to the door now, maybe his sister would beat him out with a broom like some monster.

Anyway, he didn't need to marry a wife, and he didn't have anything else to ask for money, so he just bought out their sister-sibling relationship over the years.

From now on, Wang Dayong will be alone, and he will be at ease and clean.

Wang Dayong went to see the old lady again. The people from the nursing home called yesterday, saying that the old lady was a little unstable, but they couldn't find Xiao Jue, so they called Wang Dayong.

When Wang Dayong came over, he thought it was another scene of chickens and dogs jumping around, but he didn't expect it to be quiet, there was no confusion at all, the little nurse stood there looking at each other, the old lady's eyes were red from crying, and their eyes were full of hot tears , sitting by the bed alone, without speaking, just shedding tears quietly.

"Mom, what's wrong with you?" Wang Dayong quickly stepped forward, half kneeling in front of the old lady and asked with concern.

The old lady looked a little confused, staring at Wang Dayong in a daze, then stretched out her hand and slowly stroked Wang Dayong's face, her expression was full of sadness and pain.

Wang Dayong felt that hand trembling slightly, panicked for some reason, took the old lady's hand, and asked softly, "Mom, what's wrong with you?"

The corners of the old lady's mouth were slightly raised, and she looked like she wanted to laugh, but the tears couldn't stop flowing down her face, her expression was weird and sad.

Wang Dayong stared at the old lady anxiously, feeling an inexplicable sense of unease in his heart.

"Mom, what's the matter with you? Don't just cry, talk."

The old lady smiled bitterly, wiped away her tears, and said in a trembling voice, "It's okay, Mom had a dream last night. I dreamed that you were in a car accident." After speaking, the old lady wiped her tears with the back of her hand, and with one hand Lovingly touching Wang Dayong's face, he said with a smile, "Mom knew it was a dream, aren't you fine?"

Wang Dayong was startled, and lowered his head in a panic, "Mom, are you hungry? Let me make you something to eat."

The old lady smiled, "Okay, you are so big, mom hasn't tasted your craft yet? You have to show me your skills today."

After hearing this, Wang Dayong scolded himself for being careless, but he couldn't take back what he had said, so Wang Dayong had no choice but to go into the kitchen.

When Wang Dayong was cooking, the old lady stood there watching, without speaking, her eyes were red, her expression was calm, but there was an indescribable sadness and despair.

"You and Xiao Jue are you cooking?" the old lady asked suddenly.

Wang Dayong nodded, skillfully shredded radish in his hands.

"Actually, Xiao Jue is a good boy." The old lady said lightly suddenly.

Wang Dayong didn't care, nodded, and said, "It's just spoiled, like a child."

There was a wry smile on the corner of the old lady's lips.

Wang Dayong stacked the cut vegetables neatly, and said to the old lady without looking back, "Go out first, the oily smoke is heavy, you need to take good care of yourself."

The old lady nodded, turned around and walked away. The sound of dishes being cooked came from the kitchen.

When the two of them ate together, the old lady said very little. Wang Dayong vaguely felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't say it.

Wang Dayong just thought that he thought too much and didn't care.

"Why didn't Xiao Jue come over today?" the old lady suddenly asked.

"Oh, he has something to do, he's out."

The old lady nodded to show that she knew, and said, "Bring him over next time."

Wang Dayong responded, filled another bowl of soup for the old lady, and said, "Try this, it's delicious and good for your body."

After a meal, Wang Dayong chatted with the old lady for a while. The old lady seemed listless all the time, but she was extraordinarily gentle and didn't make any drastic moves, which was quite different from before.

Wang Dayong always felt a little uneasy in his heart. He felt that he was a little confused about the old lady's behavior, which made him feel very uneasy.

After sitting for a while, Wang Dayong was about to leave. The old lady gently sent him to the door, and she didn't say anything to keep him away, and she didn't give him thousands of exhortations as usual, but just said lightly to be careful on the road.

Wang Dayong scratched his hair in annoyance, and then went back.

When Xiao Jue came back two days later, Xue Liang brought him back with a bunch of things. At night, Wang Dayong ate a bowl of instant noodles and smoked a cigarette, and the door suddenly opened.

Xiao Jue's expression was not right when he entered the door, Wang Dayong hurriedly put out the cigarette, Xiao Jue's expression was a bit ugly, but he still didn't say anything because someone was present.

"I'm back." Wang Dayong said with a smile.

Xiao Jue nodded coldly, pulled his tie and walked to the bathroom, saying, "I'm exhausted, I'm going to take a shower. Liangzi, leave your things there and go. I'm tired these days, go early Go home and rest."

After saying that, Xiao Jue has already entered the bathroom.

Wang Dayong stood there in embarrassment, the air was filled with a strong smell of smoke, Xue Liang frowned in disgust.

Wang Dayong stretched out his hand to take those things over, but Xue Liang put them on the table without looking at them, and Wang Dayong withdrew his hand all of a sudden.

The finished instant noodle box hadn't been disposed of yet, so Wang Dayong said to Xue Liang in embarrassment, "Well, do you want some water?"

Xue Liang didn't answer the question either, just looked at Wang Dayong, and said suddenly, "Your name is Wang Dayong, right?"

Wang Dayong nodded.

"Wang Dayong, anyone with a bit of backbone wouldn't stay here."

These words were full of sarcasm and a bit of arrogance, Xue Liang turned around and left after saying this lightly, as if he was just an ant not worth mentioning.

Wang Dayong was still a little dazed for a moment, but Xue Liang had already left when he realized it.Wang Dayong felt as if he was punched in the chest by someone inexplicably. When he turned around, the other party had already run away, and there was no way to go back at all.

When Xiao Jue came out, he sat directly on the sofa, his wet hair was sticking to his fair skin and dripping water. Wang Dayong took a towel and wiped it for him, and then gave him a hair-dry.

After blowing dry for a few times, Wang Dayong wiped the soft hair, then let go of his hands reluctantly, and said to Xiao Jue, "Why didn't you tell me when you came back today?"

Xiao Jue ignored him.

Wang Dayong continued to mutter, "I called you before. A foreigner remembered that he said a lot of birdsong, but he didn't understand a word." He also shut up when he was bored.

"Have you finished?" Xiao Jue asked lazily.

Wang Dayong nodded sadly.

"Go and open the window, ventilate the air, clean up this pile of garbage, and then take a shower, I'm going to sleep." Xiao Jue couldn't hide the tiredness between his brows and eyes.

As Xiao Jue said, he shuffled back to the bedroom. Wang Dayong tidied up and went to bed together after taking a shower. When he went to bed, he felt a pair of arms stretched out. Xiao Jue stuck to him like this. Wang Dayong hugged him habitually. Xiao Jue relaxed in an instant, closing his eyes and looking at the well-behaved little milk cat.

"Why don't you go to bed first? Aren't you tired?" Wang Dayong asked softly.

"I can't sleep without you." Xiao Jue said vaguely, like talking in a dream, but Wang Dayong's heart suddenly softened.

Xiao Jue's breathing gradually stabilized, and Wang Dayong's anxiety and depression seemed to gradually dissipate with this gradually calm breathing.