Glass man

Busy, he does what others tell him to do.He had a four-ten-minute break for lunch after the fourth hour, and during this short period of time when he returned to normal, he often couldn't recall what he was doing before.

Cheng Jiang himself couldn't remember in what capacity he entered his second job.

He seems to do everything, but nothing requires too high a level.Every day, he revises some words and sentences in English documents, calls people in a list to report, and organizes and classifies several stacks of paper documents.He works in a large room that seats a dozen people, with only one window that cannot be opened, and the air is particularly stuffy after winter.

In the work room, small partitions are used to divide the desks into small grids, so the room is extremely quiet, except for the sound of typing, people on the phone and other small friction sounds.Cheng Jiang was used to this kind of atmosphere, but at the same time, he sat in the corner of the room farthest from the door, always feeling that he was observing everyone in the room.The people in the room only become like living people again after leaving the room, as if they voluntarily enter a box every day, and in the box, they are completely separated from the outside world and become lifeless.

Cheng Jiang found this atmosphere very familiar.

Later he remembered that this was actually the daily atmosphere of Cold Bay that he was most familiar with.Everything is orderly, everything rarely changes, everything is gentle and quiet, as quiet as death.

In such silence, when he had nothing to do, he turned on the old-fashioned computer on the desk, entered the mailbox page, and began to cracklingly translate a document about product design in his remote part-time translation job.He doesn't have a USB flash drive, so the translated parts are put in the draft box of the email, sent to himself before get off work, and then use his own computer to continue the translation when he gets home.

In this way, he can add a small amount of income every month, which can be used as translation practice by the way.

And when he had nothing to do and didn't want to translate, Cheng Jiang began to search for other translation jobs on recruitment websites.He only signed a one-year contract for his work in the "cubicle", and he still has half a year to plan where he will go this time next year.

He listened to Lin Suimeng's words, and through some information he collected, he decided to take the national translation professional qualification certificate for his future career development.

The CCTV that Lin Suimeng said casually at the time was the name of the TV station, which Cheng Jiang only found out later.The National Professional Qualification Certificate for Translation and Interpretation is referred to as CATTI, which has three levels.Cheng Jiang started preparing for the most introductory level-three exam. It has been more than four months since the beginning of the year, and he is waiting for the exam at the end of May.

Because the income is still poor, he just downloaded the learning materials from the Internet, and borrowed two reference books from the library to study by himself. Coupled with the foundation he had accumulated before, he hoped that he would not be disappointed by the 400 yuan exam fee.

Cheng Jiang rushed to learn by himself, even though he didn't like translating documents very much.He wants to translate other... something more literary?Novels, poems, plays.He once told Shen Jiqing that he was not a lover of words, but after watching "Returning Home", he was not so sure.

The writing in Lengwan also seems to be different from the outside.

He imagined seeing a book in the bookstore through the window: by XXX, translated by Cheng Jiang.He pictured himself opening that book, a book with no clear content, and reading it religiously.Even after the book was in print, he kept finding phrases and phrases that he still wasn't too happy with.

The more he read it, the more flustered he felt, and the more he read it, the more he felt that he had completely deviated from the original track.

Even at this point, he has no choice.

☆、chapter31

Lengwan didn't have any tough exams, and Cheng Jiang didn't have much experience in this area.

All he knew was rote memorization and repeated simulation exercises, half of which were spent between work and breaks during the day, and the other half after Cynthia fell asleep at night.On weekdays, he works eight hours a day, studies six hours, overlaps two hours in between, and travels for one hour, plus four hours of "living time" and seven hours of sleep. It's like riding a car to catch a bus, sometimes you can't catch up.

The part that can't catch up is mainly due to the abnormality of the "flexible deployment stage".

Cheng Jiang was eager to get rid of the labels Cheng Yuegu and Leng Wan had put on him, so he didn't care how much he tormented himself.The other parts can't be fooled, and when extra time is needed, adjust from the only sleep time that can barely allow shrinkage.He himself was rigorous and rarely used sleep time at first, but a month before the exam, there was a big problem with this part:

He started having trouble sleeping.

At first, Cheng Jiang's insomnia was due to his worries about his current work.

He doesn't like it, so he has to prepare for the exam even more, while often unconsciously questioning whether he will always be like this.He has no academic qualifications, nor does he know any solid technology, so he thinks about this possibility, and the more he thinks about it, the more restless he becomes.

Am I going to be in this precarious, dead-end, low-paying job forever?Like in Cold Bay?

Cold Bay, Cold Bay.

When he tried his best to think back, he couldn't remember anything useful, but when he was most helpless, all the things that shouldn't have come back all at once.English, his only shield and tool in this strange city, was worthless in his birthplace.A writer in Cold Bay can only be reduced to "amateur pastime" like a stage actor, and he cannot be a teacher: he cannot speak in crowded places.The landlady's icy smile, the yellow donation shirt...

Cheng Jiang shuddered.Will not.Didn't Cheng Yuegu also have no education?After all, he would not be reduced to sucking her blood.

But education is clearly not the biggest problem.

And now he is sucking Shen Jiqing's blood.

Now Shen Jiqing and their father and daughter seem to be close, but that can't change the most fundamental thing.He knew that he couldn't be like this forever, otherwise even if Shen Jiqing didn't care, he would look down on himself.

The curtains were half drawn, revealing in the moonlight the silhouette of a terra cotta planter with tiny spiky leaves.Looking at the shadow, he felt that the shadow became two double images for a while, and felt that it disappeared for a while; he himself felt sleepy for a while, and extremely awake for a while.

Cheng Jiang thought: I don't believe it.I don't believe that I'm the group of people who should stay in Cold Bay. I'm still young. When I get my translation certificate...

But what if he fails the translation certificate?

He buried his face in the pillow uneasily, tossing and turning between half asleep and half awake, every thought was put into infinity.He can be more strict with himself, and he can double the daily study time before preparing for the exam.He can definitely pass the test.

Why is he lying here thinking and wasting time now?

Cheng Jiang felt that he was a prop rope in a tug-of-war, with "tiredness" on one side and "fear" on the other.He is just a prop, he has no bias of his own, nor can he influence the situation of the battle.All he knew was that the game had to end immediately, before dawn.But it was almost dawn.There was no one around who had experienced similar difficult nights, and no one could help him because he only knew one person who had insomnia.

Nor can she help him: she dies before he does.

"Dad?" He felt Cynthia pulling his trousers.

Cheng Jiang lowered his head and saw her standing there with both hands on the table and looking at him, her two braids sticking out behind her head, like a little fire-breathing dragon that hasn't grown up.

"What do you want, blue eyes?"

"Tell me a story," she said.

But Cheng Jiang couldn't tell any stories.He tried to wrestle something out of his head, but all he could think about was a translation exercise he had just been doing. "Climate change is no longer simply a matter of environmental protection—"

"Not right now, baby. You..."

When he was in a dilemma, Cynthia who was standing under the table suddenly disappeared.Cheng Jiang found himself squatting in the living room, drew a circle on the white tile floor with a red marker, looked at the little girl sitting on the ground and said:

"Did you see that circle?"

She turned away obediently.

"Yes, it's this circle. I need to go to work outside. Can you stay in this circle as much as possible during this period?"

She blinked her big lifeless eyes and said nothing, but he knew she understood.But when did she get so old?

What did she call him?When had she ever called him the word "Daddy"?

"So cute." Cheng Jiang said.When he went out, she turned her head slightly to stare at him, and the faint blue color in her eyes was suddenly brought to the maximum.He felt himself being pulled into a foggy sky and lost control of his body for a moment.He heard the sound of something heavy rubbing against the concrete, the thud, the scream of a woman, followed by a belated dull ache.He heard a distorted, floating voice repeating itself amidst continuous echoes:

"Did you see that circle?"

"Did you see that circle?"

"Did you see that circle?"

"Are you all right, sir?" Finally a real voice asked, presumably the woman who had just screamed.

Cheng Jiang felt that his internal organs had been shattered, and he was speechless for a while.His chest was pressed against the yaw-side bike halter, one leg was curled up between the safety rails, and he couldn't move until the pain passed.After his vision became clearer, he first saw that the child seat had been broken and the seat belt was loose.He struggled unconsciously, the bicycle finally lost control and leaned to one side, he felt the distant tree tilting downward rapidly, and something hit him on the side of the face.He moved his fingers and found that some people whose faces could not be seen were looking at him from above, and their voices were piled up one after another.

"Cheng Yue." He was almost speechless, and breathed heavily in his throat, "My daughter... where is my daughter?"

"Don't get excited." Two people hurriedly set him up, one of them was an old man wearing a red armband. "You ride by yourself, no kids."

no kids.At this time Cheng Jiang finally came to his senses, Cynthia was not here.She is probably sitting on the carpet of the small class right now, playing while waiting for him to pick her up.

It was then that he felt he could breathe normally again.

"Thanks," he whispered, and the pain had eased to a point where he could barely stand himself. "Thank you, I'm fine."

"You have to be careful, young man." The old man said just now, "Fortunately, you only hit the safety railing. If you hit cars and pedestrians, you will be in big trouble."

"Yes." The woman who screamed just now echoed, "It was really scary just now."

The bike lane where he had just had a small accident was empty at the moment, so it didn't cause congestion problems.Cheng Jiang thanked them, took off the broken child seat and threw it in the nearby trash can, pushed the car forward aimlessly, and finally sat down on a bench by the side of the road.He intended to just rest for a while, but as soon as he sat down, he found that his legs were very weak.

He thought: If Cynthia had just been sitting on the bicycle...

She would no doubt be thrown from the gap in the shattered child seat and onto the road of the motor vehicle.A child's bones are fragile, and maybe she will break an arm, a leg, or her entire back; if a car comes right by, it will run over her because it didn't have time to brake, and it will be stuck between the railings. In front of Cheng Jiang's eyes.

His phone was still intact, tucked into his bag.He took it out to check the time: six-fifteen.Normally, he arrives at Cynthia's classroom to pick her up at around [-]:[-] every day, but now he can't even stand up, so he must be late.

He felt cold drops of water running down the back of his neck, cold sweat.

There is actually a seat on the bus today.

really not bad.

Shen Jiqing sat down, put the briefcase on her lap, and turned her head to stare at the tree outside.The tree itself wasn't much to look at, but he had to see something, right?The glass was a bit dirty, and people outside couldn't see his facial expression clearly through the car window.

He stared fixedly at the tree.

Suddenly the phone he put in his coat pocket started vibrating, it was Cheng Jiang.He felt a little surprised because this was the first time Cheng Jiang called him.

"Hey?"

"Ji Qing," he didn't know whether it was because the voice on the phone was distorted or the noise outside was too loud, he felt the other party's voice was trembling, "Are you off work already?"

"I'm already on my way, almost there. What's the matter?"

There was silence for a few seconds.During this period, Shen Jiqing felt that she hallucinated the breath sounds unique to asthmatic patients.The airy voice was then suppressed, and then a whisper-like voice that didn't quite look like Cheng Jiang said:

"Something happened on my side, so I'll be home later. Can you pick up Cheng Yue for me today?"

"Of course I can. What happened to you?"

"It's nothing, a little accident...I'll be home late today."

"Accident? Need I do something?"

It was rare for him to have the heart to ask what was going on on the other side, but the person on the phone seemed to be emotionally unstable, and kept saying the same thing over and over again.At this time, the bus door was about to close, so he finally hung up the phone, looked at the name of the stop sign in front of him, stood up with difficulty and squeezed to the folding door.

"Excuse me," he swiped his card and said to the conductor, "open the door again, I want to go down."

☆、chapter32

The street has grown quiet.

Cheng Jiang was walking with his thoughts, because he couldn't feel his feet anymore.He didn't park his bike because he had to hold it for balance as he staggered along the path next to the bike lane.

Sometimes the route of the bicycle lane and the sidewalk are not exactly the same, and he has to make a detour.

The 10-minute ride can be completed in half an hour at most, but this half hour seems to be stretched to infinity.

His eyes were blackened by sleepiness, and the surroundings were full of deafening noises that did not exist in reality, as if this road had no end.When he was walking, he even had the illusion that the surrounding scenery hadn't moved, that there wasn't a single angry person.He seems to be walking through a still simulated landscape painting. All the scenery is the result of copying and pasting, and at the same time, they are all like mirages that can be broken at the touch of a finger.

stop, stop.

There were no benches for pedestrians to rest around, so he sat on a roadside step out of the way of other pedestrians, propping his chin on the beam of his bicycle.He felt that if he continued to walk like this, he might be hit by a car at some intersection.He came back from the other side of the new wall, and went all the way out of Cold Bay, not just to die outside like this.

Besides, what would Cynthia do if he died?

It is obvious: her custody will be transferred directly to Cheng Yueshi.

She's good at taking care of the kids, and she's the one who should really be leaving Cold Bay.This is also very good, and he doesn't have to worry about what will happen to her anymore, because everything has nothing to do with him.He can sleep peacefully and without any worries, without having to force himself to redeem anything, and there is no need to hold heavy things on his heart.He was... free.Cheng Yue will take over his responsibility and raise Cynthia to grow up safely, making her completely forget her father who was only a flash in the pan in her life and accomplished nothing.

No.

no.

He wasn't the one to stay in Cold Bay.He's not he's not staying in he's not...

Cheng Jiang felt his thoughts were torn apart, left him and floated to the sky, disappeared in Yang Xu for a while, and returned slowly after a long time.He struggled to stand up, stumbled and walked towards home without hesitation, and after walking for a while, he found that he was actually at the gate of the community.Shen Jiqing was not at home when the lock was unlocked, only Cynthia was sitting on the floor in the living room, obediently playing with the paper mask he had made for her before.

"Cynthia?"

She turned around, her voice was very light and coherent: "You are back! I have been waiting for you for a long time."

"You've already spoken so well." He responded with surprise and bewilderment.

"Yeah." She giggled, and put the clown's mask in front of her face, "Guess what I am?"

"……what?"

She takes half of the mask off, revealing her innocent face.

"I'm your burden."

Her voice exploded in his ears layer by layer, cutting off all the oxygen around him.Cheng Jiang felt himself sinking vertically into the water, trying in vain to grab something, but his arms couldn't move an inch.The daughter's wave-like voice gradually disappeared, replaced by a mournful cry that seemed to be the gasping of a dying person.Suddenly someone shouted in his ear:

"Cheng Jiang!"

The sound penetrated all the water waves, allowing him to break through the water with difficulty.

Cheng Jiang opened his eyes wide, but at first everything he saw was dark.He looked hard for a while before he could make out a pair of white shoes... his feet on the ground.His hands hung limply between lapped knees, fingers twisted and curled up, one wrist resting on the other.He blinked a few times and found a fourth hand on his lap.

Why does he have four hands?

Cheng Jiang raised his head belatedly.The bicycle had been removed from his chest, and under the dim orange light of the street lamp, he rarely saw Shen Jiqing's face without a smile.

Cheng Jiang never said that he had asthma, so Shen Jiqing felt that the sound he made while sitting on the roadside might just be a panic attack.But no matter what, he felt that this sound was quite uncomfortable, like a crushed cockroach.

Familiar, crushed sex.

The person sitting on the side of the road seemed to have grown together with the public bicycle, and he squatted there with great effort to separate them.Probably because of sitting there motionless and blowing the cold wind for two hours, Cheng Jiang's skin was cold and his limbs were as stiff as a dead person.If it weren't for his almost uninterrupted gasp, as if his neck was being slowly crushed, Shen Jiqing would have felt for his pulse.

"Cheng Jiang?" He called him in a low voice, "Can you hear me?"

Cheng Jiang's fingers stretched out unnaturally, as if trying to dig out his knees.He quickly grabbed his wrist and pulled it away, and then protected his knee.From Shen Jiqing's point of view, he half-opened his eyes expressionlessly, a large piece of skin was scraped off the left side of his face, and the untreated wound seemed to be still stained with sand and bloodshot, which looked particularly terrifying.

He took a deep breath, leaned into the other person's ear and yelled his name.

Cheng Jiang's wrist, which was held by him, twitched and stopped moving.The panting sound that seemed to be dying disappeared, and after a while, Cheng Jiang woke up and looked up at him.His face was even more miserable when it was illuminated by street lights, and his dizzy pupils seemed to have not fully focused, making him look extraordinarily pitiful.

"It's you." He lowered his straight eyes and said inaudibly.

"If I don't come again, even if you can't scare yourself to death, you should scare the pedestrians walking at night to death. Are you okay with your bronchus?"

Cheng Jiang smiled and shook his head.

Shen Jiqing looked around and saw that there was a parking spot nearby, so she asked Cheng Jiang for the password and pushed the car away to return it.When he came back, Cheng Jiang was still sitting there, but his posture seemed much more natural.

"Do you need help?"

Cheng Jiang stretched out an arm to him, so he grabbed Cheng Jiang's arm with one hand and wrapped his back around his back with the other to pull him up.When pulling, Cheng Jiang uncontrollably "hissed", and when he stood on his feet, he was still in an unstable posture.

"Did you get hurt anywhere else? Except your face."

Cheng Jiang supported him with one hand and bent down, carefully touched his right calf, then stood up straight again with some difficulty, frowned and pressed his chest.In the end he didn't speak, just sighed.

Shen Jiqing squatted down, trying to fold up his right trouser leg.But the pants didn't have any tightness, and at the same time Cheng Jiang gasped and almost kicked him to the ground, so the attempt ended in failure.Cheng Jiang pulled him up, sniffed, and said:

"Don't look at it, the whole calf should be swollen."

"How did you get yourself like this? Was there a car accident?"

He was just saying it casually, but Cheng Jiang nodded.

"My God, what's going on?"

"It just hit the railing." Cheng Jiang said lightly, "I'm destined."

His legs were swollen and his chest was bruised and he couldn't carry him on his back. In the end, he had to be supported by Shen Jiqing to walk slowly.The wounded man himself didn't really care about it, he just looked down at his feet, and sometimes he walked with one deep step and one shallow step, and then took small steps with hops and hops, and even for a short distance, he walked as smoothly and smoothly as a normal person.

When he walked into the fast-forward community, he remembered to ask:

"what time is it now?"

"It was [-]:[-] when I came out. Cheng Yue was already asleep, so I temporarily put her in the next door."

"Have you two eaten yet?"

"Have eaten. Haven't you eaten?"

"I don't really want to eat today."

They happened to come under another streetlight, just around the corner.Cheng Jiang sniffed again, and Shen Jiqing turned his head to look, and recognized that he had no wounds, and the faint cyan under the eyes on his clean side face made his pale face even more contrasted.

There is no ice pack at home, so Shen Jiqing took a few mineral water bottles, wrapped them in towels and put them in the refrigerator to try to DIY.Cynthia had already been picked up, and the crib was temporarily placed in the bedroom on the first floor.She slept so well that she had no idea what the adults in the house were going through.

"Let's see what else we can do besides ice compress." While waiting for the mineral water bottle to slowly cool down, Shen Jiqing first helped Cheng Jiang's profile face with iodophor, and then sat on the sofa holding the computer Browse the most clicked 'How to deal with bruises' articles. "Look at this one: Elevate the bruise. Cheng Jiang?"

At this time, Cheng Jiang seemed to have returned to the situation where he was sitting on the side of the road before, curled up on the other corner of the sofa, his eyes half-opened, wondering if he was asleep.He moved over and tried to pull the other person off the armrest of the sofa, but at this moment Cheng Jiang suddenly woke up.

"It's you." He said again.

He obediently followed the instructions and lay flat on the sofa, with his injured leg resting on several cushions.Shen Jiqing sat on the other side of his head and said with satisfaction:

"...higher than the heart to allow the blood to return. Next, exposure to sunlight - more on this tomorrow; no strenuous exercise - tomorrow is Saturday, and you don't want to ride a bike for a few days ... use vinegar and water - —Ah! Shouldn't the ice pack be ready by now?"

Shen Jiqing pushed the computer aside, got up and went to open the refrigerator.The bottle in the fridge is frozen.He stuffed three bottles of water into his arms, picked them up at once, and turned to look at Cheng Jiang.

The latter turned his head to look in his direction when he heard the sound, his eyes were still half-closed, as if he was not asleep.

"Are you feeling cold all over?" Shen Jiqing asked.

☆、chapter33

Cheng Jiang did feel cold.

The sofa appears to be floating, while the living room gently reclines.The orange light on the top was shiveringly bright, and his eyes went black for a while, and the sky was spinning.The consciousness is very clear, but the reaction is a little sluggish. After Shen Jiqing repeated the same words three times, he realized that he was asking if there was anything with vitamin C at home.

"There are a few oranges." Cheng Jiang thought for a while and answered.

"Then do you want an orange?"

"Do not want to."

Shen Jiqing looked at the webpage for a while.

"Is there any ginger at home?"

"In the small basket in front of the stove." Cheng Jiang said weakly.

"Then let's go together? Or I'll make some ginger water for you. It can kill two birds with one stone, and it may be more effective for you. After all, your name is... Hey, Cheng Jiang?"

Cheng Jiang entered his half-dream and half-awake state again.

The room was as quiet as death for a while, but Shen Jiqing didn't seem to care, she went to boil water and soaked some sliced ​​ginger, and found a box of Ganmao Qingre Granules from the chest of drawers.He returned to the sofa, thinking about how to wake up Cheng Jiang, who regained his senses.

"It's you." He said this sentence for the third time in one night.

"Why do you keep repeating this sentence?" Shen Jiqing helped him sit up, first gave him the cup containing Ganmao Qingre Granules, and then gave him the cup containing ginger soup.Cheng Jiang looked down at the cup, and without changing his face, he chewed the thick slices of ginger that made Shen Jiqing's stomach hurt just looking at it.

"Thank you," he said when he lay down again. "It's because you have a good physique, and you were fine in the rainstorm last year. In the end, I lay down after blowing on the wind."

"I was drenched in the rain for 10 minutes at most," Shen Jiqing said, "but you sat on the vent and slept for two hours, it's different. And——have you not been getting enough sleep recently?"

Cheng Jiang smiled. "You see it?"

"It's very obvious today. You can't fall asleep even though you're like this. What's going on? If you don't sleep enough, your immunity will decline."

"It's been a little stressful lately," he said simply.Suddenly he seemed to remember something, "What time is it?"

"It's just after ten o'clock...you should go to bed. I'll move Cynthia to the second floor, so you can stay on the first floor? Save the infection."

"I haven't reviewed it today."

Shen Jiqing knew what CCTV translation exam he was referring to.

"Don't worry about it. Although I admire your mentally disabled spirit, as your friend, I don't really want to see you die suddenly in the examination room."

"I will not die suddenly in the examination room."

"Oh, that's right. Who was the one who almost died suddenly on the street today?"

Cheng Jiang froze for a moment, lowered his head and giggled.

"You're still laughing. Can you stand up by yourself now? If you can, go brush your teeth and wash your hands. I'll be responsible for moving Cynthia's bed up."

"Yes, thank you."

Ten minutes later they met in a bedroom on the ground floor.

Cheng Jiang drank another glass of ginger water and was buried under several layers of quilts, with only half of his face exposed.

"You should be fine after sweating all night." Shen Jiqing said, "Then you can make an official debut with ice compresses—I still think that will be better than eating ginger. These two days coincide with the weekend, you should rest well, Cynthia Leave it to me. Don’t think too much about the exam, or take the exam again if it’s a big deal.”

Cheng Jiang was noncommittal about this.

"And you know?" He continued, "The more anxious you are, the more nervous you are, and then you tend to perform abnormally. Let me teach you, just don't touch your review materials again before the exam next week, Friday at most Take a look in the evening, I used this review method when I was preparing for IELTS - IELTS is an English language test, which I had to take when I went to the UK for exchange and postgraduate study."

Cheng Jiang rolled his eyes at him.

"You must pass the test. If you fail the test once, I will practice writing my name upside down within 20 seconds." Shen Jiqing finally said, "It's difficult, you will know if you try."

"Thank you." Cheng Jiang stretched out four fingers from under the quilt, and pulled the quilt under his chin, "I will try my best to avoid this misfortune for you."

Shen Jiqing smiled.Then they said goodnight to each other.

Probably because of illness, Cheng Jiang's insomnia was suppressed by physical exhaustion for the time being, and the nightmares also logically receded first, allowing him to have a good night's sleep.Not dreamless sleep: not seeing clearly, just one person stumbling around.The man ran for a while, and stood in front of the sea of ​​drifting rocks and ruins, the picture rose and moved away, gradually leaving only a piece of gray-blue, and blue-gray broken stones in the corner.

When I opened my eyes, it was already daylight.

With no change of clothes, he sat on the edge of the bed in his pajamas and found his slippers.His cold was not serious in the first place, and he almost recovered after sleeping, but his head was still dizzy.There was no one in the living room, only he wandered around for half a circle, and walked to the piano again unknowingly.It was still decorated with the same decorations as before, but there was less dust than the first time he saw it, and the photo with the woman was missing.

Or he accidentally broke it.

Cheng Jiang looked at the only remaining photo of Shen Jiqing and his son.

The photo looks harmonious at first glance, but upon closer inspection, it seems that every detail reveals an indescribable sense of awkwardness.He looked away for a moment, then looked back, only to see that the photo had returned to its normal appearance.look again.Shen Ziwei's appearance was moving, and Shen Jiqing's appearance was also moving.Just like the characters in the comics, the upper body movements are completely unchanged, only the feet are walking.

They are coming out.

Patter away.

Cheng Jiang turned around abruptly.The heel of the slippers Shen Jiqing had worn for many years seemed to be out of joint with the front, and as he walked, he knocked on the ground, making small and insignificant noises.Suddenly he seemed to be walking sideways, diagonally... Cheng Jiang held the piano.He was walking again.

"I thought you would sleep a little longer." Shen Jiqing said.

"When you wake up, you can't sleep."

Shen Jiqing smiled and didn't ask any more questions.Cheng Jiang touched the velvet cloth of the piano with his fingers, and suddenly remembered to ask:

"Why haven't I seen you play the piano?"

The latter spread his hands: "This is not mine, how can I play the piano? If I did, I would have shown it. This is when I was a child, and my dad——plays it very well."

"Good playing, didn't I ask you to learn it too?"

Shen Jiqing folded her hands on the corners of her clothes and rubbed them around, saying:

"I can't learn. Let me practice. I started playing from the age of four until I was in elementary school. I can't. It doesn't sound good, and I can't pass the grade test. This material. What about you? Can you play the piano?"

Cheng Jiang shook his head.

"I thought you would. You look like an art student."

Cheng Jiang didn't know what to say, he just laughed.

"I didn't have a chance before, but I can try it in the future." He finally said.

The breakfast is also hastily made, simply spreading a few cakes, without any tricks.During the period before preparing for the exam, Cheng Jiang allowed himself to spend the day more relaxed, did not sit for any review, just walked around the house.It was bright in the garden, and he looked around, then went upstairs again to water the little flower in the pot.The plant has been growing for nearly three months, the leaves are curled, and a small, orange-yellow flower bud is surrounded in the middle, and it looks like it is about to be released.

The first flower that had a chance to survive.

Cheng Jiang still planned to try to grow cornflowers, but for some reason, the seeds he got were calendulas of the same price.He didn't realize there was a problem until the leaves were fully grown, but he made the mistake.

In fact, it doesn't have to be cornflowers.

He sowed a small handful of seeds at the end of the previous year and planted them in two pots. Half of them didn't germinate at all, and because of improper care, the ones that grew out of the soil died one after another in winter.Fortunately, there was still half a bag of seeds left, so he planted another batch. Among them, only this one managed to survive until spring, and was still unwilling to bloom.Shen Jiqing's previous description of the house turned out to be accurate.Is it true that the five elements are short of wood and not blooming?Maybe it's ghosts, Cheng Jiang thought.

He put his hand out the window, but no wind came.There is no reason why calendula should not live when the weather is fine.

After watering, Cheng Jiang moved the flower pot again, making sure that the position where the plant was standing could be exposed to strong sunlight before stopping.He had done everything he needed to do, but he felt flustered one after another, feeling that he had forgotten something between unimportant and important.Recently, he often had inexplicable palpitations, so he pressed his fingers on the pulse as usual, and he felt that they were beating faster.

Suddenly the phone rang: Lin Suimeng sent him another message, saying that the theater troupe had gathered enough people.

Mengmeng_(:з」∠)_: We have decided to meet at my house tomorrow, and I will send you the address later.

It turned out to be this thing.forgot this