I still don't want to go to school today

The journey to Linshi is only 10 minutes, which is still the speed of ordinary express trains.A few songs and a stand-alone game passed.

He turned off the airplane mode only when the car arrived at the station, and seven text messages popped up to remind him of the call - four were for his mother, two were for his father, and the remaining one was... Xu Zhijian.

It was a text message and a phone call, maybe something really happened.But there is no news on WeChat.After a while he realized that he should have deleted the person on Thursday.

It seems that this is something I did after suddenly waking up at three o'clock in the morning.

He stopped suddenly in the crowd of people leaving the station - it felt like a guilty conscience.He clicked on the text message.

"Do you have anything to do on Saturday? They want to discuss with you about the costumes for the show."

He is relieved. "Sorry, I'm out of town this weekend."

Xu Zhibian didn't reply in a second.His father's phone call followed immediately.

"Hello, Dad?"

"Hey, Jiajia, which train are you on?"

"The one that arrives at ten forty."

"Hey, I asked your mother and your mother didn't answer me. I thought it was at noon. Now I'm in the hospital—"

"It's okay, I'll go by myself."

"Do you want grandma to pick you up? Grandma is at home."

"Need not."

"Okay then, why don't you take a taxi, do you have some change? I'll transfer you one hundred and use it—"

"I have. No need, you go ahead."

Dad was silent for a while. "Well, you really can't get away from Aunt Lin, you...sister, her jaundice is a bit serious..."

"I see. It's okay, as long as you are busy."

After a while, the red envelope still came, and the amount I saw was 200 when I clicked on it.

next call.

"Mom, I'm here."

"Have you seen Fu Yun?" His mother's tone was tense.

He hesitated. "…No. But he just called—"

"Then tell you he's busy?" His mother sneered, "Why would he be free when his wife and children are in the hospital! Don't call me when you go to his house, just send text messages. I don't want to hear about his family The son's voice—”

"……it is good."

A taxi dangled in front of him twice, and the driver honked his horn twice as soon as he hung up the phone. "Will you go?"

When he lowered his eyes and was still thinking about whether to take a ride, the driver drove away impatiently.

The station is not too far from Dad's house, just walk along the river bank.However, the greening in Linshi is not as good as that in the county town, and Binhe Road is very dusty, and you have to cover your mouth and hold your breath all the way.

He suddenly remembered Xu Zhibian's mask.

It has a white background with a string of letters on it. He didn't see what it was - it seemed to have been worn last week. It was windy in the county for a few days. What he explained at the time was "the mouth is cold when riding a bicycle."

Cold mouth in summer.

mouth……

Stop thinking about it.

From a long distance, he saw his grandmother standing at the intersection with a strange colored veil wrapped around her head.Her eyes are not very good, Fu Luojia didn't respond when she walked in front of her.

"grandmother."

"Huh?" She stretched out her hand and touched it in the air, "Jia Jia?" He responded, stretching out his right hand for her to hold.

Grandma is not tall, and she leans her head to the right to meet his shoulder.After she touched his hand, she embraced both hands and squeezed his arm.

"I've lost a lot of weight. How much do you weigh now?"

"...I don't know, I haven't been on the scale for a long time."

"Are you hungry, let me get something to eat first? Let me carry my schoolbag?"

"Not hungry, I can do it myself."

Grandma lives with Dad, the house is very big, and a loft is added above the four-bedroom.He used to have a room below, but after Aunt Lin came, Lin Guoren—Aunt Lin's daughter—lived in his room.This time grandma led him directly to the second floor and took him to a large bedroom connected to the balcony.

"Is it okay for Jiajia to live here? The sheets and pillows are all used by you before, and your books and CDs are also put here."

"Okay." He sat down on the bed, and the old-fashioned spring bed made a loud creaking sound.Grandma stood by the bed for a while, looking a little embarrassed.

"It's okay? Or go to my room and sleep with me?"

"I'll be right here."

"Can you draw the curtains? The light is too strong, it's a bit hot—"

"You are busy, don't worry about me."

"There is fruit on the coffee table downstairs, the TV is on, and there is still frozen Coke in the refrigerator, why don't you go downstairs and sit down first? Anyway, it's almost time for dinner, and your dad will be back soon—"

Lin Guoren is now in the fifth grade, and he has to attend interest classes on weekends, so he is not at home, so there is no one in the living room.

He tuned the TV to the news station, picked up a comic book on the table, and flipped through it.When putting the book back, the corner of the book touched a disc, which made a very crisp sound.

He picked up the disc again and looked at it carefully.The disc—the name seemed to be a rattle—reminds him of something sporadically.

This thing should be his.

But this is probably only used in kindergarten, right?How could he remember this?

"Grandma?" he called to the kitchen.

"Hey, what's the matter, Gaga?"

"This is—" He lifted the thing up and shook it.

Grandma came out wiping her hands on her apron, "Ah, this one, your dad just dug it out of the box recently, and used it a while ago—"

The image of his father shaking this to tease a pouting baby appeared in his mind.It's a bit weird, but inexplicably vivid.

"This should be something you played with when you were young—" She glanced at him cautiously, "Your dad also bought a lot of new toys, but it's useless, she only likes this—what's the matter?"

"It's okay, I just asked if I think it looks familiar." It was impossible for him to care about this with a child who was not yet full moon.On the contrary, he can even understand her preference - this hand bell, in his impression, is indeed a very magical thing: the sound it shakes is very different, clearer than the sound of ceramic wind chimes.

Among the things he remembered was this: because the bell rang differently from other children's bells, he was very rare, and even carried it to school like a baby for a while.

Also, it seemed that a kid had snatched this from him.

I don't remember exactly how.

When he came back to his senses, he found that grandma was still standing there, with a worried expression on her face.

"That...sister, did she get her name?"

Grandma was stunned for a moment before she realized, "Ah, sister, take it! Your father took it. The first name is Fu Linlang, and the younger name is Manman! It will be a few days before the household registration, and your Auntie Lin likes this too." the name of—"

He lowered his eyes. "That's good."

Finally, the topic was lifted—grandma breathed a sigh of relief. "Manman just likes that bell, and the only way to stop crying is to shake it—"

"Well, I see."

She turned around in front of the sofa, then turned her head and asked, "Is it okay to have hot pot at night? Of course, I'm going, and your aunt is coming too, as well as your uncle and dad. It's still at the old house—"

"You can decide your birthday yourself, I can do it." He hesitated for a moment, then asked: "Which box is that you are talking about? I want to see it."

The box sat under the bed in his grandmother's bedroom, covered in dust from years of accumulation.The things inside are still clean, and there are a few small flowers made of red paper that haven't even fallen apart—but judging from the abstract shape, it shouldn't be the kind that the teacher rewarded, maybe it was made by myself in the handicraft class.

Books, notebooks, watercolor pens, and a booklet with "Kindergarten Memorial" written on the cover.Turned out to be all children's faces with red cheeks and red lips, the visual impact is quite strong.

He cleared these out, and underneath were his primary school textbooks, scratch paper, certificates of achievement in primary school, and Christmas cards——

Then there is the primary school yearbook.

It's here.

He was a little dazed for a moment, he didn't know why he slipped off the edge of the bed and sat on the floor, approaching the souvenir book.

The first page is a message from the class teacher.

"Fu Luojia is a warm and generous boy, willing to help others, cheerful and active, friendly with his classmates, and can achieve excellent results in every exam. The teacher hopes that you will always maintain such a sunny and loving heart, love Your family and friends, love your motherland, and grow into talents! But you have to get rid of the problem of talking in class!"

He didn't want to read more, so he turned a page.

A message from the subject teacher.

"Student Fu Luojia brought a lot of laughter to the class——"

next page.

Name: Xu Zhijinmu (blackened) Mujin.Age: 12.Constellation: Gemini.Blood Type: Don't know.Likes to do: Play with Fu Luo Jia (blacked out) Jia (blacked out) Jia.

Message: Fu Luojia and I have been classmates for nine years, and we are the oldest friends.I want to go to a middle school with him.In this way we can be classmates for a lifetime. ps. I hope he can change his name to something easier to write, I really don't know how to write that character Jia.

Fu Luojia read it back and forth many times, and turned to the next page with shaking hands.

Name: Xu Zhijian.Age/zodiac sign/blood type/likes/to do/: see previous page.

Message: I am afraid that Fu Luojia will forget me, so write a few more pages.Fu Luojia's beating is very painful. He doesn't know it yet, so he hopes to correct it.

next page.

Name: Xu Zhijian.

Message: Let me think about it again. I used to think I could write ten pages, but writing is so tiring. Let’s reduce it to five pages.Fu Luojia borrowed my mp3 and still haven't returned it.His next birthday present is gone.

next page.

I practiced a class, I will write: Fu Luo Jia.My sister-in-law said that I should learn from Fu Luojia and be likable.I can't please people, but people who can please are very powerful.

Next page, next page, next page...

Fu Luojia was sure that this was already the sixth page, and the title was still: Xu Zhijian.

Forget it, I'd better write ten pages, I don't worry about Fu Luojia's memory.

……the last page.

Fu Luojia will be happy in the future, Pepsi, everything goes well, good luck-ten pages!I am tired of writing, draw a heart here.Bye-Bye!Smooth sailing!Do not forget me!To think of me every day!Add one more sentence: Cui Lili said she likes you, she is too ugly, you are not allowed to agree.