Network distribution writer and CV master

When the young writer was a freshman, his mother had remarried and lived with his stepfather, Uncle Wang.At the beginning, the stepfather maintained a superficially passable attitude. Although he didn't like him, he could still get along with him.But later, Tutu's mother and stepfather gave birth to daughter Rourou, fearing that Tutu would take away Rourou's property, every time Tutu came home, although stepfather Uncle Wang didn't say it directly, but he wanted Tutu to leave quickly obvious.Up to now, Tutu is 24 years old and Rourou is 4 years old.Although Rourou likes Tutu very much, and Tutu has also expressed that he has no interest in his property, but his stepfather is always watching from the side, turning a deaf ear to Tutu's good treatment of Rourou.

In order to avoid conflicts and not want to be hated by others, Tutu had no choice but to choose to live alone in N City, and seldom went home.

Counting it, this should be the first time that Tutu has come home this year.Thinking of staying with his mother for a while and playing with Rourou for two more days, our brother Tutu packed 3 sets of replacement clothes and stuffed them into a 16-inch suitcase.In addition, he was carrying a big bag in his hand, which contained the rabbit doll that he had prepared for Rou Rou, a gift for his mother, and the cigarettes that his stepfather liked to smoke.

After taking the train for more than an hour, I returned to T City.Walking out of the train station at around 1:[-] p.m., the little writer waited for the bus to J County not long after.After putting away the luggage and sitting in a seat, the little writer was very excited when he thought that he would see his mother soon and eat the home-cooked food cooked by his mother.But it takes about an hour for the bus to get to the nearest stop from home, so Tutu started to browse Weibo.Seeing that his special attention did not light up the little red dot, and Tutu clicked on other categories, and there was no content of interest, he felt very boring and could only keep emptying out of boredom.

The bus arrived at the stop ahead, and with the sound of the door slamming open, the little writer got off the bus.Walk forward for 50 meters and turn left, then quickly cross the street outside the vegetable market, cross a local stone bridge, and walk forward for about 400 meters, the little writer finally walked downstairs of his house.Use the key to open the door on the first floor, carry the luggage, climb the stairs step by step, and finally reach the fourth floor of the destination.The old corridors are very narrow, the air is stagnant, coupled with high-intensity exercise, Tutu's clothes are wet.First, he subconsciously wiped the sweat off his forehead, tidied up his appearance a bit, and made sure that there was nothing wrong with him in all aspects, Tutu finally rang the doorbell.

"It's Brother Tutu, Mom, it's Brother Tutu, Rourou go and open the door!" Hearing Rourou's cheerful voice inside, it was like a lively lark.After a while, the door opened from the inside to the outside. "Brother!" Rourou jumped on Tutu's feet, "Rourou misses brother so much!" "Why hasn't brother come home for so long?" Rourou looked into Tutu's eyes and held hands Acting like a baby, she pouted and complained.

The innocent eyes of a child can melt away all barriers in the heart, which is why Tutu can't completely leave this house cruelly.In addition to the aging mother who is working hard, this little girl who relies on her unreservedly is also the meaning of her existence.Tutu only hopes that he can work harder to let the people he loves live a good life.

"You child, what gift do you bring back to your home?" Tutu's mother complained to him when she saw the things in his hand.I sighed silently in my heart, it doesn't feel like a family anymore.

"Always need it." Or stepfather's side. . .Tutu didn't continue talking, and Tutu's mother understood why, she sighed, quickly took the things in her hand, and let Tutu come in.

"Is there anything I can do for you?" Tutu wanted to help her mother and make dinner together.

"No, there is fruit on the coffee table, you can eat it yourself." It's all a family, and Tutu's mother settled Tutu, saw him pull the luggage in, and continued to work in the kitchen.

"Brother Tutu, let's go out to play, shall we?" Rourou got into Tutu's arms and kept climbing up.

"But..." Tutu hesitated.

"Rourou, it's brother Xiaoyi. Didn't mom tell you? Why can't you change it? Also, brother must be very tired after sitting in the car for a long time. Don't pester him to go out to play. "Mother Tutu poked out half of her body from the kitchen and corrected Rourou's address.

"It doesn't matter, Rourou wants to go out to play~Brother Tutu takes Rourou out!"

"Then, come back in half an hour?" Tutu was a little soft-hearted, but he didn't dare to take her out for too long, so he tried to negotiate with Rourou.

Rourou was not very happy in her heart, she pouted her mouth, but seeing the look in Tutu's eyes, she knew that there was no other way, so she finally nodded aggrievedly.

Going downstairs for a stroll in the flower bed, Tutu came back from the outside with Rou Rou, just went upstairs and got home, when he opened the door, he saw his stepfather rushing over.

"Li Yi, where did you take my Rourou?" Stepfather stepped forward and pulled Rourou to his side.

"I just took her downstairs for a stroll." Because Rourou was clamoring to go out. . .Tutu, that is, Li Yi wanted to explain.

"She doesn't know what's good and what's not. How can you let her go! Rourou, why are you so ignorant!" Stepfather frowned, clearly saying that Rourou was wrong, but he was clearly accusing Li Yi.

"What is this?" The stepfather saw the doll in Rourou's hand and raised his voice to ask.

"This is a present I brought her."

"I'm sorry to spend so much money on you, don't spend it again next time." Realizing that his tone just now was a little too much, Tutu's stepfather added a sentence forcefully.

"It's okay, I have my own income now. Although... I don't have much money, I can still support myself." You don't have to worry that I will come back to steal your money, the property you earned is Rourou Property, I've always known it.Please don't, keep guarding against me.I only occasionally miss my mother and miss Rourou.

The little writer didn't even want to ask rebuttal questions.Why is it that no matter how hard I try, my stepfather is determined to guard against him?It doesn't matter anymore.As long as my mother still loves me and Rou Rou still likes me, it is enough to know that I have no other intentions.Really, enough is enough.

"I can't afford to support you, and I can't do anything about it. You can solve your own affairs." The stepfather lowered his voice as he spoke, making it feel like he felt that what he did was not right, but he just turned his eyes away.

"I know." Tutu replied.He raised his head and glanced at Tutu, relatively speechless, his stepfather went to the living room, sat down and watched TV by himself.Tutu didn't want to stay with him either, accepting his glances and judgments, he simply went into the kitchen to help his mother.

The meal was ready in no time, and plate by plate was placed on the dining table.A solid wood table with four chairs, stepfather sat on the chair opposite to Tutu, Rou Rou chose to climb up to the position next to Tutu with her short legs, and Tutu's mother finally sat down after finishing everyone's meal while standing.The atmosphere was very strange, no one spoke, and Rou Rou, who had always been arguing about not eating, obediently picked up the food by herself, and secretly glanced at the adults present.

"Uncle, I brought you a pack of cigarettes, but I don't know if you are used to smoking." Tutu wanted to ease the atmosphere.

"Well, how much is it, I'll get it to you later."

"No need, we are all one family." Tutu said with her head down.

"What needs to be distinguished, still needs to be divided. Besides, you have to support yourself, so you should keep the money." The stepfather didn't even raise his head, and ate his own meal, refusing to accept Tutu's kindness.

"Eat this, Xiaoyi. Try it quickly, is it delicious?" It was too quiet, and Mother Tutu chose to break the deadlock by herself.She stretched out her hand to pick up some food with chopsticks for Tutu, but she slowly withdrew her hand, and only gestured for Tutu to pick up food by herself.

"Well, it's delicious." Tutu said with a smile after he took a piece and ate it.

The whole place was quiet again.

Maybe it's because everyone is focused on eating, and dinner is over in less than 10 minutes.The stepfather went back to the room, Rou Rou sat and watched her cartoon, the little writer helped her mother clean up the dining table and cleaned the dishes.

"Xiao Yi, I..." Mother Tutu hesitated to speak.

"By the way, Mom, I suddenly remembered that I have one more thing to do. I'll go back later." Tutu naturally asked to leave first.

"Ah? What's the matter? Didn't you just come back?"

"They are a little anxious about the publication of the magazine. I'd better go back at night."

Carrying the luggage and walking out of the corridor, Tutu's mother sent him into a taxi. Tutu knew that his mother had been staring at his back as he left, but so what?

I used the mobile APP to grab a ticket that was refunded by someone else at the train station. Fortunately, I didn't have to go to a hotel to stay overnight.After getting on the train, Tutu looked up at the scenery outside the car.Stay away from the busy traffic in the city, and watch the scenery of the suburbs pass by in a hurry.It's like watching a silent reel of film.The inside and outside of the car are different worlds, but the little writer feels that he does not belong to either world.

He is like an outsider who was rejected by time and space, or, he chose to get out of these two worlds.Little writers sometimes don't know what they are thinking.

Some people say that the source of people's loneliness is ultimately that they can't get along with themselves.What you said really makes sense.

At 11 o'clock in the middle of the night, Li Yi finally returned to his den.All the luggage was thrown aside, and he threw himself on his bed without taking off his coat.Hiding my face in the pillow, I got into the quilt with my whole body, and my heart seemed to warm up.

For some reason, Li Yi kept staring at his address book.When he came back to his senses, the call had indeed been connected.

"Hello? Tutu?" Gu Fenggang was still doing market analysis in the study, concentrating on it.Seeing Tutu's phone call, I felt a little strange. I don't know why Tutu called himself at this time.

"Gufeng, I seem to have pressed the wrong button just now. I'm sorry." Tutu apologized sincerely, without revealing any abnormalities in his tone.

"It's okay, can you talk to me?" Gu Feng remained calm.

"What are you talking about?" Tutu didn't know what to say about something unplanned.I still have no way to accept being with Da Da, nor can I refuse him again.After all, this call was made by himself, and he broke the rules.

"Can you tell me about what happened when you were a student?"

"I didn't have any interesting things when I was a student, so I was busy working part-time all day. I don't have any interesting things now, and I just stay by myself every day."

Not wanting Gufeng to mistake him for sympathy, and also not wanting him to sympathize with him, Tutu hurriedly said, "But it's okay, it's fine if I live alone. Many of my classmates have been arguing that my father Mom is very annoying and disturbs their sleep every day. By the way, let me tell you, I have a classmate who is very funny. Once his grandmother was afraid that the breakfast would be cold, so he put the breakfast on the bed. Then he turned around, pulled the quilt, and then The breakfast was exposed. The funniest thing is that his grandmother bought tofu curds. In the end, the whole bed was covered with tofu curds, and he couldn’t lie down, so he had to get up. Isn’t it funny.” Little Writer He laughed while talking.

But you are still very sad, Gu Feng did not speak.

Why did I call him? I shouldn't have called him at all, the little writer said to himself.

"Where are you?" Gu Feng knew that something must have happened to the little writer, otherwise he wouldn't have called him.For so long, the little writer never took the initiative to call him, as if sticking to the last bottom line.Once you cross it, you can never go back to where it was.

"I'm at home, where else can I go. Don't think too much, I'm fine." "By the way, Daddy, I'm a little sleepy now, so I'll go to bed today."

"Hmm." What am I thinking too much?If you haven't asked yet, you won't call yourself out. You really can't hide what's on your mind.This person, you still have to watch for yourself to feel at ease.

What happened today was also full of twists and turns, and the little writer was a little bit haggard.After hanging up the phone, the little writer lay down silently, closed his eyes naturally and slowly, and finally fell asleep because he was so tired.

an hour later

Suddenly, the phone rang again, waking up the little writer.He opened his red and swollen eyes in a daze, fished out the mobile phone beside him, and glanced at the screen of the mobile phone.Since there was no light entering the pupils for too long, the light from the mobile phone was too harsh. The little writer then closed his eyes for a while, then opened them again, and finally saw the caller clearly.

"Hello?" The little writer suspected that he had misread it, how could it be that person?

"It's me, you come and open the door."