Glass man

Mom can't even recognize it. "Lin Suimeng said.

"Really?" Cheng Jiang replied.

"I didn't follow this style in the first place. There are tens of thousands of words in the eloquence. Look at it now, it's less than three thousand words."

"Then why did I think of writing it in the first place?"

"Guess." Lin Suimeng said, "for fun. I'm not a music lover either, I can also play cucurbit flute. It's so simple, I can do it in three lessons, but I can only play that one piece. I Practice once a week, as long as you know how to play, it can be counted as "I can play cucurbit flute."

Cheng Jiang expressed his amazement politely.

Lin Suimeng returned to the original topic.According to what she said, she didn't show this novel to a few people before submitting it, but once she did, she would be eager to discuss writing with her sparse readers.Cheng Jiang chatted with her about other things before turning to the topic.Start by talking briefly about the central idea of ​​the story and other details of the author's design.

Lin Suimeng asked him:

"Where do you think Huihui went in the end?"

Cheng Jiang tried his best to analyze it as deeply as he had written a small paper before: "I didn't go anywhere. Because Xiaomiao and Huihui were originally the same person, right?"

Lin Suimeng sent many emoticons of [dancing hands and feet] to encourage him to continue talking.

"I have read similar stories before, that is, two people who seem to be independent are actually different sides of the same character. The characters in your story can also overlap in some ways. Especially when there is a plot Xiao Miao was writing in Huihui's diary, but after finishing writing, Huihui's reply appeared, and the two went back and forth. So I think the conversations in the diary can also be understood as personal psychological conflicts, right?"

Lin Suimeng sent another series of "Give me Xiaohuahua" emojis to express her appreciation for him.

Looking at those emojis, Cheng Jiang felt that Lin Suimeng looked like a little girl.

The little girl suddenly typed and asked:

"Then do you know why I wrote such a story? Where is the intention?"

Cheng Jiang: About growth?

She went from being excluded to finally trying to integrate into the group, so she successfully survived this unpleasant past.She also played steadily under pressure and was admitted to her dream university, showing that as long as she perseveres, she will win.Although I didn't say it explicitly, I must have gained something from this special experience.

Mengmeng_(:з」∠)_: No

Xiao Miao finally laughed with everyone.It's not growing up, it's not fitting in, she just knows she's graduating, leaving a nightmare, she's giving in

When she transferred to another school, she never dreamed of what she would encounter.She didn't believe that she would be defeated, she was always unwilling, but when she became Huihui, Huihui's family commented that "this child is different from before".Of course she is different, they are two people in the story, but at the beginning of the story, in her memory, she and Huihui are similar

But she found herself changed.She did feel relieved during the conversation with Huihui, but at the same time she also changed from [looking forward to graduating and leaving] to [do not believe that she can return to her original appearance just because she graduated]. Some of the things that can never be undone

From beginning to end, she suffered unimaginable setbacks

But to say what she learned from it, my answer is that she learned nothing.Until the end, she failed to beat anyone.

……

I looked at what I wrote again, what the hell, it seems to have suddenly become deeper

???

What about people?

I said to myself that it would be embarrassing to have no audience for a long time, okay? [○?｀Д′?○]

Cheng Jiang: Sorry, I was thinking about other things just now.

After Lin Suimeng went offline, Cheng Jiang continued to work.

"Tattoo" is extremely short, and there are not a few words left in the translation into English, so his translation process is also very fast.The work was completed in two days, but their contact was still preserved.Lin Suimeng is a lively young girl who often sends him messages when she has nothing to do.

She believes that "reading is easier than writing", and often shares with him various articles and poems she is reading, which is called "cultural exchange".

Whatever she posts, Cheng Jiang reads.Now he felt like he had a friend again.

He flipped through Lin Suimeng's social software. In addition to realizing instant communication, the Telegram software also has a personalized function Telescope, in which users can send some photos and texts to record their lives.Cheng Jiang himself is not used to showing his life state, but Lin Suimeng is obviously different from him.He pulled her Telescope space to the bottom, flipped up little by little, and was surprised to find that even though he had only known her for two days, he had already known her birthplace, appearance, where she went to university, what major she studied, and where she lived. Which neighborhood, there is an apple tree outside the window, when, where and why she met her ex-boyfriend, why they broke up, who they are dating now, what brand of coffee they drank the day before yesterday, and so on.

Cheng Jiang felt that this was rather kind, as if he had witnessed Lin Suimeng's life experience in six or seven years within one hour.Afterwards, he wanted to see what was in Shen Jiqing's Telescope content, but it took him a long time to realize that he did not have the other party's telegram friend.

He was too embarrassed to ask for it himself.

Shen Jiqing got off work at five o'clock, took the bus for half an hour and then walked into the community.When he walked to the door of the house, he passed the kitchen window and saw Cheng Jiang cleaning the kitchen sink with his head down. A minute later, he entered the porch, at which time Cheng Jiang had just finished cleaning the pool.

Cheng Jiang seemed to be in a good mood when he saw him.

"You came back just in time," he said.

This evening, Cheng Jiang made rice with green vegetables and fried mushrooms, and a small plate of meatloaf.Although he claimed to be cooking all the time by himself, Shen Jiqing felt that he would not spend too much time on cooking alone, so although his cooking skills were not bad, the dishes were very simple.Cheng Jiang has been in charge of the meals for more than a week now, and this is the first time he has cooked two dishes at night.

Shen Jiqing sat at the table to eat, and Cheng Jiang across from him began to feed the baby vegetable puree.He wiped the little girl's mouth and said:

"Today I received the notice of being hired."

"Very good." Shen Jiqing congratulated him, "Are you satisfied?"

"It's good now. After I work for a while and have work experience, it will probably be much easier to find a better writing job."

"Yes." Shen Jiqing said, "Aren't you still young?"

Cheng Jiang paused, and his shoulders moved slightly, as if smiling.

After feeding his daughter, he put a cushion on his lap for her to sit on, and smiled wistfully, and the conversation between the two fell silent.Maybe it was to make up for the short conversation time at dinner, Cheng Jiang suddenly came back after dinner and invited him to stay downstairs for a while, because the little girl wanted to play peek-a-boo, which she liked very much recently.

The baby girl's original name was in English, but as Cheng Jiang began to communicate with her thoroughly in Chinese, her nickname became "Yueyue" or "Moon".Cheng Jiang seems to have a soft spot for the moon.The moon can't climb yet, so it's not her who hides and seeks.For the same reason, it is impossible for her to search for Cheng Jiang all over the room, so peek-a-boo is a static version. The general rule is that she is sitting on the sofa, watching Cheng Jiang cover her face with different coverings, and then quickly ask she:

"where is it?"

He watched the baby's reaction, then quickly revealed his face again, making faces to make her laugh.

He only covered it for a few seconds at first, but it took longer after the girl got used to it.This was originally a toddler game that Cheng Jiang saw from the "Beginner's Mommy Guide". The basic version is to cover with hands, the purpose is to cultivate the baby's sense of security and let them know that they don't have to panic even if they can't see the caregiver temporarily, because they It didn't disappear.

When Cheng Jiang discovered that she had a great enthusiasm for this game, she developed different covering tools.He used small thin sticks to glue hard colored paper cut into different shapes, hoping to further guide her understanding of shapes and colors.

"I'll borrow you tonight," he explained, "to make her realize that there's a third person in the house besides me. It won't be too much trouble, will it?"

"No trouble. What do I need to do?"

Cheng Jiang showed him the pile of cardboard.He himself took a balloon cardboard at random and asked:

"I have a small stack here, do you want to pick it?"

Shen Jiqing replied that there was no need, so Cheng Jiang directly gave him the top clown cardboard.However, he took a closer look at the red, white and blue clown head, and replaced it with another cardboard with big blue flowers.

"I've never been a big fan of clowns," he explained jokingly, "with faces painted in all kinds of colors, how do I know if there's a comedian really trying to amuse everyone under the paint or an evil spaghetti monster masquerading as an actor Woolen cloth?"

"Spaghetti monster?"

"I'm talking nonsense," Shen Jiqing smiled and covered the blue flower on her face, "Do you know what I am now? This is called a Smurf."

Cheng Jiang also laughed, stood up and moved the chair for him, and asked him to start his performance.

The evening game with Shen Jiqing Ruo was extraordinarily fun.When it was over, Cheng Jiang also felt a stronger gap than before, and seemed a little lonely.

When he returned to the room, in the silence, he suddenly remembered the beginning of a novel he had written before leaving Lengwan.He turned out the crumpled paper, looked at it for a while, created a document on the computer, and sat by the crib and began to type slowly.

After he quickly finished typing the short snippets that he had already written, he continued to write some content.

The woman walks through the willow forest, the sun is hot in the sky, but everything is silent.Occasionally, she didn't say a word when she met pedestrians walking in a hurry; when others passed her, they were never surprised by her distressed appearance.

The wet woman walked through the woods and hurried towards the town square.Behind the square were rows of small gray residential houses. She looked at the house numbers one by one, and finally stopped in front of one of the countless identical small doors.She subconsciously reached into her pockets first, but the hem of the skirt where her hands touched spread to other places, so her hands just hung down aimlessly.Then she took a step forward and started knocking on the door but couldn't make a sound.

The woman didn't realize it, she was still leaning on the door and knocking.She knocked for a long time, and suddenly burst out a cry from her throat:

"Open the door!"

The sky outside is as clear as washing, and the wind is sunny.The woman stood alone on the side of the alley, knocking tirelessly and futilely on the door, her voice gradually weakening into intermittent sobs.

"Open the door, open the door for me."

Cheng Jiang didn't make an outline when he wrote this story, so although he wrote about a woman crying and knocking on the door, he didn't have any more ideas.At first he just felt that she had a definite destination after leaving the lake, so he obediently wrote to see where she would go.Yet when she knocked on the door, the thread snapped in his head.

He thought for a while, but still had no answer.

He just writes randomly when the inspiration strikes, so he is not disappointed that the content he wrote is so short, he just saves and closes the document.He opened the search engine and rubbed his fingers on the keyboard a few times, but there was nothing he wanted to search for.

Cheng Jiang simply closed the computer.

☆、chapter17

After setting a precedent, Shen Jiqing often came down to play with them.

He stays on almost half the nights of the week.It was also since the after-dinner game time that Cheng Jiang finally allowed himself to save the dry self-inquiry session at the dinner table.He observed the progress bar of the friendship between himself and Shen Jiqing, and felt that there had been some considerable development.

Cheng Jiang sat on the edge of the window sill, turning a small blue plastic speaker around in his hand.

He looked down at the baby toy that he had taken as his own, and he was a little embarrassed, but still sighed in satisfaction.

In mid-February, Shen Jiqing and the magazine began their holidays.However, for Cheng Jiang, there is no difference between no holiday and no holiday, because even if he does not go to work, the work that is in his hands must be completed on a fixed schedule.

The holiday □□ Festival seems to be a traditional Chinese festival.

It may be similar in nature to Christmas, except there is no specific date.When Cheng Yuegu took him to Lengwan, he seldom celebrated Chinese festivals. On the one hand, because there was only one Chinese family in T District, and the decorations sold in the market could not meet their festival needs.On the one hand, it is also because of Cheng Yue that he is not so interested in various festivals.

"Holidays are meaningful when you are poor," she said. "When I was young, I looked forward to the festival every day, because I could have a good meal on the big day. Now? Don't we celebrate the festival every day?"

But Cheng Jiang felt that during the Spring Festival, the prosperity of the streets in China almost doubled compared with that during the New Year.When he pushed Cynthia out for a walk, he found that red blessing papers were pasted on the doors of every house, with Spring Festival couplets on both sides, only Shen Jiqing's door hung a nondescript embossed paper lantern with a white background.

"I can only find this." Shen Jiqing explained, "This was brought back by my colleague when he traveled to Thailand. The quality is not bad."

During the vacation, Cheng Yuegu came back by herself, and only stayed for a day and a half before going back, because there was some urgent matter in the company that she needed to deal with.She said her husband was very busy and felt guilty for not being able to come back to see him and Shen Jiqing.When she was speaking, Shen Jiqing was also sitting in the living room, she didn't say anything, just smiled a few times in a friendly manner.

Before leaving, Cheng Yuegu gave Cynthia another red envelope.

The money she gave Cheng Jiang was kept in one place alone.He tried his best to use his meager monthly salary to take care of the daily life of himself and Cynthia, and didn't touch the money his mother gave him.

He didn't want to feel inexplicably flustered when looking at everything like looking at computers and mobile phones.

Another little thing during the Spring Festival holiday is that Cynthia learned how to turn over.

Her first attempt began when Shen Jiqing was out shopping. At that time, she was sitting on the sofa, and her young father was wiping the dust on the photo frame with his back to her.Cheng Jiang loves cleaning very much, so he takes the initiative to do a big cleaning once a week, and the dust on the hangings in the living room has never appeared again.At that time, he only heard a rustling sound coming from behind him, and when he turned his head, he saw that the baby girl had already rolled over halfway, half of her body precariously resting on the edge of the sofa.

He was at the couch in a second and saved her from falling on the hardwood floor.There was a price: the picture frame he was picking up to polish fell to the floor in a panic, and the fragile frame was instantly shattered.Cheng Jiang's knee hit something, and he couldn't stand up for a while, so he could only sit on his knees with his hands on the sofa.He saw a small splinter splashed in front of him.

The baby was unharmed, but after experiencing an unprecedented fall and weightlessness, he cried out with a high-pitched voice that was rare.Cheng Jiang propped his two arms on the sofa cushion and followed her back.

"It's okay," he comforted her, "don't cry."

Children's memories are short-lived.Cynthia only screamed for a while, and immediately forgot the previous discomfort.Cheng Jiang finally stood up, first carried her to a carpet, and then turned around to tidy up the photo frames on the ground.He got up, upset, because he found that what he smashed was a group photo of Shen Jiqing's family of three.

The glass photo frame is already unreadable, and a corner of the photo inside is also broken.There was an indelible light crease on the woman's blue skirt.

Strange to say, when Cheng Jiang saw the broken photo frame, the first image that popped up in Cheng Jiang's mind was Shen Jiqing standing in the airport wearing a yellow scarf on New Year's Day.Cheng Yuegu asked him to wear a brightly colored scarf, and he did so, standing nondescriptly in the airport waiting for them.These insignificant "troubles" are for his stepmother's son, a dependent...

Cheng Jiang picked up the photo and put it aside, then squatted down again, looking at the broken glass.At first he didn't realize what he was doing, until he felt a tingling pain in his fingers, and he realized that several fingers had been cut with different lengths.

He immediately stopped the absurd behavior of picking up the debris with his hands, feeling that he was simply unreasonable.

Drops of blood rolled from Cheng Jiang's hand, wrapping around the debris and his hand one by one.

He sighed, stood up, curled up his fingers and went to the kitchen to clean.

He began to wonder if the blood would seep into the wooden floor of Shen Jiqing's house.

When Cheng Jiang was packing up the debris at home, Shen Jiqing was on his way back.

He waited for nearly a quarter of an hour in the cold wind, and finally waited for the belated 12th road.Shen Jiqing rubbed her hands, swiped her card to get on the bus, found a seat by the window in the empty compartment, and put her bag on the seat next to her.He especially likes to use public transport during the holidays, when the city is half empty: people go back to their hometowns or travel.

The car arrived at Yongle Street unimpeded without traffic jams.

He crossed the road into the community, and when he passed his house, he glanced at the kitchen window and found a figure standing motionless in the middle of the living room, thinking he had made a mistake.Until he opened the door and entered the room, Cheng Jiang was still holding a piece of paper in both hands, looking down at the things in his hands in a daze.

His little daughter was sprawled on the rug beside the sofa.

"Cheng Jiang?"

The young man looked up.

Shen Jiqing first saw the familiar family portrait in his hand, and then found that his ten fingers were all yellow, and he only used the middle finger and ring finger of both hands to hold the photo.As soon as he raised his head, the photo spun around and floated down from his hand.

Cheng Jiang quickly knelt down to pick it up, but the photo seemed to be glued to the floor, so he couldn't pick it up.He didn't seem to dare to use his fingers.

"What happened to your hand?" Shen Jiqing asked.

"I accidentally broke your photo frame just now, I'm very sorry."

In the end, Shen Jiqing picked up the photo.

"It's okay," he said with a smile, "isn't it just a photo frame, besides, this photo has been here for too long."

"I'm really sorry." Cheng Jiang repeated.Only then did Shen Jiqing smell the strong smell of iodophor in the air.

"Are there any problems with your hands?"

"No problem, just disinfect it."

Cheng Jiang glanced at the wall clock and said he should go get dinner now.

"Are hands okay?"

"It's okay, don't you have rubber gloves?"

"It will rub against the wound." Shen Jiqing said, "It will also drain."

Cheng Jiang was silent for a while, then suddenly said:

"She's going to roll over."

"Turn over?" Shen Jiqing reacted for a moment, "That's good."

"I won't cook any more. Can I make do with hot pancakes for dinner?"

"I like pancakes."

Cheng Jiang smiled absently.

"Thank you."

"Thank you. I can also take care of your daughter and keep her from rolling to the ground."

"Thank you so much."

Shen Jiqing folded the photo in his hand.This crease was on the woman's face, and it just cut her face in half.He pressed the crease again, so that two cross lines appeared on her face, and continued:

"You're not doing well today."

"Not so good?"

"It's in a daze. Is it because of the hand?"

"No." Cheng Jiang smiled again, and stretched out his fingers unnaturally, "I just feel a little sorry...you."

"Just a picture frame."

"You are a good person."

"Everyone says that about me." Shen Jiqing joked a little out of key, and saw Cheng Jiang showing a sincere smile as he wished.

"I'll just say it."

In fact, Cheng Jiang is also a good person, Shen Jiqing thought.Good people are good, and the world is full of good people.

The game time for this day was canceled because Cynthia ate very early and went to bed after Cheng Jiang had dinner.After he finished washing, he found that his knees were bruised, but he didn't feel it again during the day.He didn't know how to deal with the bruise, so he rubbed the side of the bruised part randomly, and then turned off the light early.

The thin sliver of moon outside the window was blocked by something unknown, the color was dark, and it looked like dirt on the glass window.

He drew the curtains.

Cheng Jiang thought in the dark, what will his life be like when Cynthia can crawl, walk, have self-awareness but is not yet mature?

He remembered the moment when he saw the shattered picture frame.

Shen Jiqing may not care about a photo frame, but that's not the point.The point is that he himself was unable to apologize generously and frankly. On the contrary, the panic and entangled stomach and intestines made him humble and beg for forgiveness tremblingly.When facing Shen Jiqing, he was standing underground, and it was impossible to achieve what Lin Suimeng could easily achieve with emoticons.

Because he knew from the bottom of his heart that he and Shen Jiqing were never equal.

Their current relationship seems to be nothing on the surface, but if you look closely, it is that the father and daughter live in Shen Jiqing's house almost like parasites. In all other places, he is also responsible for solving various matters including work.

No matter what Shen Jiqing said that all these were trivial, he still couldn't accept it.

How is that any different than being in Cold Bay?

Couldn't be more like being in Cold Bay.

The salary of translation seems to be higher than most jobs in Lengwan, but it is not high in this world at all, and he is afraid of poverty.Memories of Leng Wan's past that were destined not to reappear were crowded in his mind, and he couldn't see any of them clearly, but now one suddenly popped up: the government-subsidized donation clothes.Most people in Cold Bay seem to have little money, and there are always people who have to live on subsidies for a year or two.The subsidy includes a set of yellow clothes printed with seven-color flowers representing "support charity". As long as you wear it, you are a walking sign.

The poor in Cold Bay have no shortage of social support, but no dignity.Not at all.

He dreaded days like that.

Cynthia was still a female student, and he was determined not to allow her to wear that kind of clothes to school, so he had to change the old clothes himself and add new linings from the donated clothes to her.At those times, he could dream of those bright yellow donation clothes dangling in front of his eyes, sitting up in the middle of the night, his lungs swollen and painful, and he went to the pool to quietly rinse a small mouthful of blood.

Fortunately, he has not contracted lung disease yet.

Good thing he's still young and starting over.

As long as he can achieve financial independence as soon as possible and move out, the biggest psychological barrier will disappear, he thought.

Mom can live and work in the country with no relatives, and he is Cheng Yuegu's son, so maybe he can too.

In this strange and advanced world, use your own teeth and hands to climb up bit by bit.

☆、chapter18

Mengmeng_(:з」∠)_: ()Hi

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Cheng Jiang opened the link sent by Lin Suimeng, and saw a small poem in the center of the page.

Richard Corey

Edwin Arlington Robinson

Whenever Richard Corey comes into town,

We must always take him into consideration:

From head to toe, he looks like a gentleman,

He is neatly dressed and tall.

He is always simple and personable

He is always dignified and elegant in his words

He said "Morning" to make the heart beat faster,

Even the steps of walking are sparkling.

And he's rich - yes!Just like a king——

Well-educated and unparalleled demeanor

In short, we all think he has it all.

If you can be like him, it's like entering heaven.

We toiled on, waiting for the light of day,

Eat without meat, curse the bread day after day

But Richard Corey, on a quiet summer night

Came home and shot himself in the head

Mengmeng_(:з」∠)_: Are you there?

Why is there no sound?

Cheng Jiang: I don't know what to say.

Mengmeng_(:з」∠)_: Don’t you want to ask, “Why did he shoot”?

Cheng Jiang: I think its focus is to reflect on why he committed suicide?

Mengmeng_(:з」∠)_: BINGO!

Still talking to you is easy.I showed it to my boyfriend and he wanted to figure out why on earth he shot himself.

Cheng Jiang: Anyone may commit suicide suddenly, I am not surprised.

Mengmeng_(:з」∠)_: Yes, I heard that many of those big stars and rich people in the world suffer from depression.With so much money and fame, who knows what's on his mind.Still enjoy the happiness of the little people

No, little people aren't happy either

You know, the editor I work with recently took a wedding leave, so now I'm doing the work of two alone

And the salary is almost completely unchanged!Do you think there is any reason for this? ? ?

If this continues, I will resign [○｀Д○]

Cheng Jiang, who had just received a salary increase last month that was less than half of hers, didn't know how to answer her words, so he had to find another emoji and send her back.Then he swiped the screen up and looked at another poem she sent a few days ago, about the huge gray bird, which seemed to reappear in the poet's dream.

gray bird?Cheng Jiang thought, he seemed to have dreamed about it himself.

After recalling for a while, he became very sure that he also had the dream of being expelled by the gray bird.The dream probably happened when he first arrived at Shen Jiqing's house, in which he was standing alone in the house, but everything was empty, only Shen Jiqing's door was closed.He lingered on the stairs until the closed door burst open, and out came a huge gray magpie, spreading its wings and just grazing the edge of the corridor.

The magpie drove him down the stairs, but the door was locked tightly.

He couldn't run out, he could only flee in every corner of the house.At some point, the magpie had disappeared, but the breathless sense of oppression still lingered in the dark house, and he still remembered it now.He even remembered where the magpie ended up: the gray bird became the size of a normal magpie and flew back to where it came from.

Cheng Jiang took a deep breath and turned off the phone.

He has already finished translating the articles sent to him by the person in charge a few days ago, and he sent a letter last night to ask if there are more articles to be translated, but he has not heard back yet.The weather outside was fine, and he felt that he should take Cynthia out to get some fresh air.

When Shen Jiqing was not at home, Cheng Jiang would always take Cynthia out for a walk.It's not that there's nothing wrong with them going out when the former is at home, but he feels that in his heart, when he is under the same roof as the owner of the house, there always seems to be a little secret peace of mind.

But in detail, he couldn't explain clearly.

Cheng Jiang put on his sun hat, turned his head and carefully put the stroller across the threshold.

The neighborhood where they live is huge.

Except for two rows of small duplex buildings, there are all six-storey residential apartments. The former is a very light (and easy to get dirty, if you look closely, you will find that the walls are full of stains) azure blue, while the latter are all uniformly painted in light pink.At first glance, there is a strange tenderness in the tone.

Since Cheng Jiang bought the stroller, he often pushed Cynthia out for a walk, and now he has formed a fixed route.He walked straight from the main entrance of Shen Jiqing's small building, passed a large piece of withered grass and a small court opposite the grass, then turned to the artificial lake, walked three quarters of a circle along the frozen lake, passed three A small pink building, and then a brick red building.

The shape of this building doesn't look like a place for people to live in, because from Cheng Jiang's point of view, it doesn't contain any rooms inside, only a shelf composed of corridors and stairs.

The brick-red building has two floors, and the upper and lower shapes are similar. They are all square pillars connected to form a long triangular corridor. At one end of the corridor, they are connected together by a staircase.Cheng Jiang felt that the building was very mysterious, and always wanted to go up to have a look, but the stairs were steep, and he couldn't move himself away, so he had to give up.

The triangular open space surrounded by the red brick buildings is also full of weeds, and now it has turned light green, and there are even some small blue wild flowers mixed in, which looks like a ruined garden at first glance.

"Spring is here," he murmured cheerfully, "isn't it?"

"Dah," said Cynthia.She already knows some simple syllables.

The red brick wall is often the last stop, but this time Cheng Jiang felt that the weather was obviously warmer than the previous few days, so he went to a place behind the duplex building that he had never been to before.To his surprise, there is a small yard surrounded by fences behind each small building, and the one closest to the main road is obviously connected behind Shen Jiqing's house.

He went up and looked inside, and saw a dwarf tree inside, and the rest of the place was still withered grass.

The white iron gate connecting the yard to the house has rusted, and it seems that Shen Jiqing doesn't take care of the yard very much.

Then he visited the courtyards of all the families in this row, and felt that each had its own merits.It's only the beginning of April, and many plants haven't grown yet, but the patterns carefully designed by the yard owner are very interesting.One even set up a swing in the middle of the yard.

Only the design of the last yard is a bit strange.Apart from a few ordinary trees in the yard, there were several boxes of strange shapes and different materials scattered on the ground.Cheng Jiang stared at the boxes for a long time, and suddenly saw a pair of eyes through a hole in one of the boxes.

Cheng Jiang took a small breath, at this time the owner of the eyes meowed and disappeared from the small hole.Only then did he know that there were wild cats in the community living in the boxes.

"Look, there are cats," he said to his daughter, "cats."

"Momo?" Cynthia asked.

"Yes." Cheng Jiang said and raised his head, just in time to meet another pair of eyes in the window at the back of the yard.Through the glass window, he recognized that it was an old man.

Old men are much scarier than cats.

Cheng Jiang immediately entered the highest state of emergency, forced to calmly nodded to the old man.After taking two steps back, he quickly pushed the stroller back home.

When returning home, Cheng Jiang remembered to count the time.It has been more than half a year now.

She stayed at Shen Jiqing's house for several months, and everything was in order.Although there is no earth-shaking change from the beginning, in Cheng Jiang's view, the atmosphere in the house has become much more comfortable, and he has not thought about miscellaneous things for a long time.

It had been a long time since they had a long conversation over dinner.

But today after dinner, Shen Jiqing took the initiative to ask Ying to play peek-a-boo with Cynthia for a while.

Shen Jiqing probably has a natural sense of humor, a few pieces of cardboard can almost turn out flowers in his hands.He holds two colored cardboards in each hand, hides behind the balloon on the left for a while, hides behind the bear on the right for a while, and imitates two different sounds.

The girl kept laughing.

Because Shen Jiqing supported the overall situation alone, Cheng Jiang did not join the game.He let Cynthia sit on his lap to watch Shen Jiqing change his face, and he laughed along with him for a while.After the game stopped, Shen Jiqing had no intention of leaving, so Cheng Jiang just mentioned:

"When I went out today, I saw a lot of cat litters in the yard at the far end."

"Ah," Shen Jiqing said while drinking water, "It's Old Man Mao's house."

"Old cat?"

"It's Mr. Mao Yi. But because he has been feeding the stray cats in the community, many people directly call him the old cat, and he doesn't feel disgusted."

"Has he lived here long?"

"For decades. He lived here when I was a kid."

"When you were a child?"

"That's right," Shen Jiqing said, "since I was born... Then my dad left it to me when he went abroad. Anyway, I'm quite used to living here, and it's very close to my work place, so I don't plan to move to other places. Where."

Cheng Jiang sat up straight.

"From birth to now...?" He suddenly asked, "Living in the same place for a long time, don't you feel, um, haven't changed?"