add to the chaos

1.

The days go by day by day, and it takes a few days to pass by. Time flows away inadvertently, leaving some or no marks and wrinkles of the years.

The temperature gradually rises, the cold atmosphere gradually fades away, the dead branches and bare land slowly turn green, and the number of people on the street is increasing day by day.

Shiwei is in the middle of March, and the vernal equinox is coming soon.

Qiu Cen took off the sweater and wool trousers, changed into a fleece sweater and a pair of trousers, and put on a thin windbreaker to go out.

However, the hood of this sweater has nowhere to put it. It is uncomfortable to be pressed inside after wearing the windbreaker. The hood of the windbreaker is a bit higher, which is a bit strangled.

He thought about it, and then changed the sweater into a thin sweater.

Today, Qiu Cen is going to help Li Tian buy goods on the 8th. He ate Li Tian’s various orange-flavored snacks for nothing. He finally felt a little embarrassed. He returned untouched.

Qiu Cen: Then tell me, what should I do, I'm quite embarrassed [smile]

Then Li Tian asked for this free labor without hesitation.

Does Dora eat cake: Come over tomorrow to stock up.

Qiu Cen came out of the subway, and on the 8th, he wanted to have fun like a lotus every day. It was just eight o'clock, and Li Tian didn't come home from the sports school yesterday, and he was still sleeping in Hu Dawei's dormitory. Standing stupidly at the door, he simply played the role of "219 dormitory head" who had never been responsible and led the whole dormitory to go astray. He went to buy breakfast first, and then wandered back to Xiangda University.

Today is Saturday, as soon as I entered the dormitory, the corridor was quiet.

That's right, this group of night owls who played games, went to disco, just came back and were about to go to sleep, unlike him, who rushed to school early in the morning, and brought breakfast with him, looking radiant and looking like a man without night life .

Qiu Cen was having fun while going upstairs, but he didn't feel any discomfort, on the contrary, he seemed to be having fun.

As soon as I pushed the 219 away, the breath of sleep that I had covered all night rushed straight to my forehead with the smell of takeaway.

"Fuck." Qiu Cen opened the door wide to let out the smell, stood at the door for a while, felt that the poisonous gas had almost dissipated, and then walked in.

There is almost no place to set foot in this room, and the three idiots inside are sure to play games all night.

He pushed the empty takeaway box on the table aside, put the breakfast in his hand on it, first took a cup of sour plum soup from the packaging bag, and then took a bun, and ate it one bite at a time.

When he was about to take the second bun, Lin Jian woke up.

"I said why did I suddenly dream of meat buns? When I woke up, there really were." Lin Jian stretched out his hand from above, "Give me one and try it first."

Lin Jian's scruffy hair without combing his face or washing his face was horrible. Qiu Cen handed him the steamed stuffed bun that hadn't been delivered to his mouth. He really wanted to take a photo and ask He Wei, are you sure?are you serious

Ever since the back hug incident in the bathhouse, Qiu Cen was a little awkward. After all, he really cared about Lin Jian as a friend. Except that he was not suitable to be a boyfriend, almost everything fit his aesthetic... Although sometimes a bit sloppy, this does not affect Lin Jian's status as a good buddy in his heart, and once the definition of "good buddy" is converted to "boyfriend", the change will be earth-shaking. Also lost a good buddy.It's not that he lacks confidence in the matter of "being with Lin Jian", but that he really thinks that the two of them are not suitable.

There is no why, a man's intuition.

On the other hand, Lin Jian, everything was as usual, he was still a "good buddy", as if nothing had happened before.

This made Qiu Cen feel that he was too worried.

But this played into his hands.

2.

Qiu Cen, who thought he had finished serving the bosses in 219 and was extremely benevolent, patted his stomach and smiled as if he had just finished whoring. He walked out of the dormitory door, passed the dormitory management office, and drew a picture on the back of his dormitory rating column as usual. After painting a smiling face, I looked at it carefully and felt dissatisfied. I wiped off the two crescent-shaped eyes and filled in two hearts.

Um.Qiu Cen, a master painter, was very satisfied.

When Qiu Cen arrived on the 8th at ten o'clock, he saw a tall and thin young man in black yawning and pushing the door out from a long distance away. becomes "Open!".

How Qiu Cen thought Li Tian looked a little cute.

He stepped forward quickly and called Li Tian to stop. The man paused and turned his head.

The sun was shining in that direction. He squinted his eyes and looked towards Qiu Cen. His whole body seemed to be bathed in the sun, and was coated with a layer of golden light.

so handsome.Qiu Cen muttered to himself.

"Wait a minute, I'll eat something." Li Tian rubbed his sore head and moved his shoulders, "Damn Hu Dawei's bed is really not for people to sleep in."

"Drink?" Qiu Cen asked.

"No, Hu Dawei used to sleep on the floor. When I woke up in the morning, he was next to me. It made my whole body ache from the pressure."

Looking at the back of the person in front of him, Qiu Cen said, "You deserve to sleep in someone else's place and let people sleep on the floor."

Li Tian turned to stare at him.

"He's rebellious, I'll send the picture of him chatting with other girls to his girlfriend tomorrow."

"They are all college students, can we use civilized people?"

"Okay..." Li Tian thought for a while, "Then I'll beat him up."

Qiu Cen thought that he was a sports student, so if he was more civilized, he could only compare his physical strength with fists.Unlike him, if you solve troubles with others, you can eat more than anyone else...

He suddenly thought of a question: "Hey, what do you want to do in the future?"

"Me?" Li Tian was stunned, "I never thought about it. Open a shop?"

Qiu Cen looked at him and smiled: "Don't say hey, Lin Jian and I want to open a restaurant like Dapanji at Xiangmen Gate. I don't serve Dapanji, but Malatang or something."

"...You tell your mother that your mother has to tear you up."

"It's true," Qiu Cen said, "but I've already thought of a name, so I'll call it Brother Cen'er Malatang."

Li Tian glanced at him, "Is Lin Jian willing?"

"...Why don't you call it Cen'erjian Malatang?"

"..."

"Forget it, let's call it Malatang."

The purchases on the 8th are nothing more than some odds and ends of butter, flour, etc., which are sold in supermarkets, but Li Tian has been buying from one place for a long time, and he is also familiar with the boss, and the price is also cheap, so he just buys from one place all the time.

The place was a bit far away, and Qiu Cen didn't know him, so Li Tian borrowed from Xiao Mo, who sells accessories next door, and the two went on the road together.

"Can you still drive this?" Qiu Cen sat in Xiaomo's rear compartment, looking through the glass at Li Tian who was pointing the back of his head at him through the glass, and was very curious about the hidden skills that hadn't been discovered.

Holding the crude steering wheel with one hand, Li Tian put the car keys into the keyhole with the other, and said, "I had one at home when I was a child. I used it to go to and from school every day. The children around me are envious. Let's be cool."

"Tsk, Lafeng is dead." Qiu Cen pushed open the small window that separated him and Li Tian.

The two drove for 10 minutes, and the scenery in front of them was no longer people and commercial buildings, but gradually turned into small bungalows and small alleys. Right at lunch time, there were rows of small bungalows with chimneys emitting smoke. Smoke, the street exudes the aroma of cooking, a strong breath of life.

Li Tian was driving a motorcycle on the street. The path paved with long bricks was a bit uneven, and the motorcycle would bump from time to time. Qiu Cen also jumped up in the back seat, not to the point of being impatient. Modi turned into a small alley, walked to the second small iron gate, and stopped.

"It's like a treasure hunt," Qiu Cen jumped out of the carriage, "Don't tell me we're looking for a shop like on TV."

"I can't." Li Tian locked the car and got out, holding a big square box from nowhere in his hand. He went to the door and knocked the door symbolically. Seeing that the door was unlocked, he pushed it open and walked in.

"..." This is not good, hey!

Qiu Cen looked at the ordinary little one-story house and the ordinary iron gate, but he really didn't see any doorway, so he followed Li Tian and walked in.

There is no one in the yard, and on the left side closest to the door is a grape trellis, which is just about to grow leaves, and the vines are still bare. There are some agricultural tools such as shovels and hoes in the corner, and there is a water tap on the other side of the yard near the door of the main house. , A concrete sink was built directly below.

No matter how you look at it, it is an ordinary small courtyard.

Qiu Cen sniffed and smelled the aroma of rice, which made him a little hungry.

Over there, Li Tian opened the cotton curtain and entered the room. Qiu Cen saw a little girl in the room wearing a school uniform and writing through the gap. If you have to look carefully, the curtain has been tightly closed.

There were thin voices coming from inside the room, but Qiu Cen couldn't hear them clearly.

He didn't go in either, just waited in the yard, and after a while, Li Tian came out, followed by a little girl in school uniform.

"It's in the kitchen. Grandma's done everything and put it there." The little girl said, leading Li Tian to the hut next to the grape arbor.

Qiu Cen followed and watched the little girl open the door. Inside was the kitchen. There was a large water tank in the corner. Next to the water tank were chopping boards, a gas stove, natural gas...

There were four large cardboard boxes in the middle of the room, all of which were sealed with tape.

Qiu Cen felt like he was at the scene of drug dealing.

3.

The two moved four large boxes to the rear compartment of the motorcycle, almost filling the space in the compartment.

The little girl stood at the door saying goodbye to the two, and then closed the door.

The two returned the same way, Qiu Cen sat on the back seat with a big box in his arms, tilted his head and asked the person in front: "What was that big box you just had?"

"What?" Li Tian didn't hear clearly.

"I, say, you, hand, in, of, box, child, is, what, what?"

Li Tian tilted his head slightly and replied: "This, yes, small, snack, food."

Qiu Cen didn't know why he brought these, he nodded in doubt, and then realized that Li Tian couldn't see, so he simply asked, "Why?"

"Give it to the little girl, she likes to eat."

"Yo," Qiu Cen laughed. "Perfect score in flirting skills."

"Fucking fart." Li Tian glared at him.

"What's in this box?"

"goods."

"..." Qiu Cen really suspected that he might have joined some illegal organization.

He leaned close to the seal of the box and smelled it, and he was relieved when he smelled a sweet milky smell.

Back on the 8th, Li Tian returned the motorcycle, and opened the big box again. Qiu Cen saw that there were ingredients such as cream cheese and flour inside.

He held the bag of flour with both hands and put it in the small cabinet under the cooking table. Looking back, Li Tian was taking out the kitchen utensils in the closet. From his direction, he could just see his profile.

Li Tian is really handsome. He lowered his head and focused on washing the egg beater, holding the metal handle in one hand and rubbing it back and forth with the other. His drooping eyes made the long eyelashes cast a shadow under the eyelids, and the three-dimensional straight bridge of the nose stood on the shelf. Wearing a pair of framed glasses, her thin lips are slightly pursed, without any curvature at the corners of her mouth.In Qiu Cen's opinion, this person is not very afraid of the cold, because there is no heating in No. 8, but this person is wearing a thin sweater, the back of his white neck is exposed to the air, and there are deep dimples at the two clear collarbones.

Qiu Cen stared at his slender wrist, because he wanted to be clear about the equipment, he rolled the sleeve up to the elbow, the wrist bone protruded, and the slender fingers were particularly eye-catching.

"What are you looking at?" Li Tian turned his head, Qiu Cen didn't have time to look back, and directly bumped into those deep eyes.

Qiu Cen touched the back of his head uncomfortably, and said, "No, I just think you're pretty thin."

Li Tian didn't speak, turned around and continued with the action.

After a while, Li Tian's phone rang. Qiu Cen watched him pick up the phone, and heard something, his face became stiff for a moment.

"What's wrong?" Qiu Cen asked.

After a while, Li Tian put down the phone and turned to look at Qiu Cen, with inexplicable fear in his eyes, as if he knew something unacceptable.

fear?

Qiu Cen looked at his eyes as if he had been stabbed by something, and felt distressed for no reason.

He stepped forward and asked softly, "What's the matter?"

Li Tian moved his lips, as if he was uttering something, but he seemed to be speechless, and his whole body even trembled, "Lele, Lele is in the hospital."

"... Lele?" Qiu Cen thought of a little girl wearing a pink dress and holding a doll in her arms with a sweet smile.

That little girl has heart disease.

That little girl who looks carefree on the outside has many shocking scars hidden on her body.

When Qiu Cen understood this, he also felt sore for the pain the little girl had suffered.

He looked at Li Tian, ​​the man was holding the phone tightly in his hanging hand, his knuckles were white from the master's tight grip.

He stood quietly, staring at nowhere, with endless darkness in his eyes.

The little girl entered the hospital. Although he was also very worried, he vaguely felt that Li Tian's current behavior was too weird.

Qiu Cen didn't know why Li Tian behaved like this, but he knew that this person was not sober at the moment.

He put his hands on his shoulders and straightened him, staring into those glassy eyes.

"Li Tian?" He tried to call out, "What are you thinking?"

"..."

"Li Tian? Shall we go to the hospital?"

Those beautiful eyes gradually regained focus, and they were fixed on Qiu Cen's face. Li Tian saw the concern and worry on his face, and also saw the helpless self reflected in his eyes.

As if awakened from a dream, Li Tian gave a jolt.

"I..." He said, his voice was a little hoarse, "I didn't think about anything."

Qiu Cen breathed a sigh of relief: "Then shall we go to the hospital?"

"...OK." Li Tian nodded.

In order to get to the hospital as soon as possible, Qiu Cen took a taxi and sat in the back seat with Li Tian.

Seeing that Li Tian hadn't completely escaped from the emotion he didn't understand, he moved closer to Li Tian, ​​sitting with his legs touching his legs.

Li Tian turned his head to look at the open space half an arm's width away from the car door, and forced his lips into a smile: "Why, you still squeeze me in such a big space?"

"I just want to sit here with you." Qiu Cen said.

"Ah."

The master driver in front gave them a strange look from the rearview mirror, Qiu Cen wanted to say something but silenced, and urged the driver to drive quickly.

When he arrived at the hospital, Li Tian was silent again. Qiu Cen went to the front desk to ask where he was, and then dragged him to the operating room.

The little girl's operation was not over yet, and the small light "in operation" above the door was still on, and the kind old dean I saw at the orphanage last time was sitting at the door.

The three of them greeted each other, and Li Tian asked the old dean to rest first, but the old dean didn't refuse, and left with a sad face.

Qiu Cen looked at the staggering back of the old dean, and thought of the little girl on the operating table in the ward behind him, and suddenly realized that this world is really unfair, and someone with a superior family like himself does not need to live happily. People who work hard and persevere can easily survive, and there are also poor people who are as lonely and helpless as in the orphanage, knowing that their strength is weak, but still struggling to survive in this world.

These poor people living in the dark crevices dealt a heavy blow to him who was always bathed in the sunshine.

He turned his head to look at another person leaning against the wall, that person lowered his head, wondering what he was thinking.

So, are you the former or the latter?

Where does your fear come from?

4.

The people waiting anxiously outside the ward were like gamblers with red eyes at the gaming table. They were staring at the result that was about to be revealed, waiting for the final verdict.

It was getting dark in the afternoon, and it seemed that a heavy rain was about to usher in.

Qiu Cen asked Queen Song for leave, and planned to dedicate the whole day to Li Tian and the little girl in the ward.

And with Li Tian's current state, he was really worried.

He hung up the phone and came back, and sure enough, he saw that Li Tian was still leaning against the wall.

"Li Tian, ​​take a break." He pointed to the chair.

"I can't sit down." Li Tian said.

"What's wrong?" Qiu Cen asked.

"The legs are a little stiff."

"..." Qiu Cen was grinning on the surface, but in his heart he was abusive.

He stepped forward, passed an arm under Li Tian's armpit, and helped him sit on the chair.

"Does your leg hurt?"

"A bit."

Qiu Cen sat up straight and patted his thigh, motioning for Li Tian to come up.

Li Tian was a little surprised, and refused, "Not really."

"Don't talk nonsense, there is no such shop in the past village." He didn't wait for Li Tian to move, he directly lifted his leg and placed it on his lap.

Li Tian adjusted his position, leaned on the back of the chair, closed his eyes, and let Qiu Cen knead his calf.

Qiu Cen said: "I didn't expect you and Lele to have such a deep relationship. I was really shocked by how you hung up the phone."

"It's okay, this little girl is very clingy to me."

"Don't worry, Lele will be fine."

"Ah."

When Qiu Cen thought that the two of them would remain silent like this, Li Tian spoke again, in a low voice: "My dad also died in this operating room back then."

"Uncle is also a heart..."

Li Tian interrupted him: "No, he...he was shot."

"Shot? I remember your dad was a criminal policeman, so he must have done something good for the common people. It's really amazing." Qiu Cen sighed sincerely.

"No," Li Tian hesitated, "It's me...if it wasn't for me..."

"He wouldn't have failed to dodge the bullet that killed him."

Qiu Cen's heart skipped a beat, he didn't speak, and quietly listened to him continue talking.

"My father is indeed a good policeman, and of course he is a good husband and father. My mother died after giving birth to me. My father is a rough man who raised me and my sister. He hopes that we can be as happy as ordinary children and live a happy life. Under the protection of adults, he tried not to go out to work as much as possible, seldom worked overtime, and often accompanied us. At that time, I felt that it didn’t matter if I didn’t have a mother, as I had a father. "

Li Tian sniffed, as if feeling uncomfortable.

"Later, I happened to run into him when he was out on the job. He was confronting the wanted criminal. I was frightened by the scene, and then...was discovered. The wanted criminal wanted to arrest me, so my dad rushed towards him. I rushed over...I heard a gunshot and then, a lot of blood...stained his clothes red. There was actually another person at the scene, they were a gang, and they rescued me while my dad came time, one shot."

Qiu Cen stopped pinching his legs. He didn't turn his head to observe Li Tian's expression, but he knew that he was shaking.

Also, never empathizing, he didn't know what to say to make this person less miserable.

How long does that little boy have to hide in the house and cry bitterly, or can't cry, suffer in silence alone, and endure this shocking disaster silently?

"It was me, if I hadn't suddenly appeared there... Then, then he was pushed into this operating room and never came out again."

Out of the corner of his eye, Li Tian raised his arm and pressed it on his eye sockets, a trace of crystal pierced Qiu Cen's eyes.

He knew that that incident must have left a painful and deep mark on Li Tian, ​​who was still a young man, just like the simple and thick lines drawn on sketch paper, no matter how difficult it is to clean up, no matter how long it takes, it will always remain. leave traces.

"How can I blame you for this, if it were anyone, your father would jump on him..."

This pain cannot be borne by a child alone.

Those behind-the-scenes swearing and pointing should not be placed on him.

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