I still don't want to go to school today

……

In the office, the electric stove was still placed in the middle and no one cleaned it up, with a thick and long power cord dragging loosely.

Fu Luojia rubbed the thread repeatedly with his heel.

His mother was sitting face to face with Teacher Ye, and when he looked up, he could just see Teacher Ye's glasses legs over his mother's shoulder.This angle of view is a bit like the scene where one person plays two roles in a film and television drama. The one who is shown from the back is a stand-in. When the screen turns, the audience will find that the two are actually the same face.

Of course, he clearly knew that his mother was not with Teacher Ye.

The sound of rubbing clothes and some coughing, swallowing and sighing were mixed together, and some moisture was simmering.

"I want to take him back." His mother first nodded in affirmation of Teacher Ye's conclusion, and then proposed a solution. "Let him go home and rest for a few days."

Teacher Ye didn't agree: "Time is tight, I'm about to enter the third year of high school, and I can't afford to delay my studies—"

"He's been absent-minded lately, and he's wasting time at school." Finally, his mother made a final decision, "I've already taken three days of public leave."

When he went back to pack his things, the get out of class bell hadn't rung.Because it was the last class, the noise in the classroom was not reduced by the presence of a teacher on the podium.

He felt like a sound absorber or something, eerily quiet for a while wherever he went.

After slowly packing his schoolbag, he pushed the chair under the seat.

"Where are you going?" Zhou Linya's eyes widened.

"Go back for a few days."

"Why are you going back? They want to punish you?"

"No. Just... go home and adjust."

"That, Zhao Min, she—"

Fu Luojia stopped what he was doing. "What about Zhao Min?"

"I just found out, that," she looked around and lowered her voice, "Zhao Min seems to have, um, um, depression, this is not the first time she committed suicide."

"How did you know?"

"Hey, it's her dad who came to the school. That's what he told the school leaders. Her roommate was also there at the time, and they were all shocked. They thought she had a personality problem, but it turned out to be mental. There is really a problem. No wonder it’s so weird, it doesn’t get along with anyone. The school leader seems to be very angry, and patted the table several times in front of his father.”

"……I see."

"That's to say, everyone doesn't know, so it's not our fault... You have to go back for a few days?"

He pursed his lips. "Should be back next week."

There are also a few sheets of paper that are almost full of writing spread out on the desktop-these are the lecture notes and some notes for the English class lecture topics he prepared.He folded them a few times, put them in his pocket, and threw them away as he passed the trash can.

"Hold the umbrella." When he reached the entrance of the corridor, his mother withdrew both hands from his arms.

He wanted to say "it's not raining," but he did.

His mother then continued to hold him.No force, but extremely tight.The last time she made such an intimate gesture was when she picked him up from his grandma's house in Linshi.

He saw that on the uneven ground, the figures in the puddles supported each other and cuddled tightly, as if they had lost part of their limbs.

……

"Who is this 'Bin Binran'?"

"Li Shuyi."

"Same class with you?"

"Ah."

"is it beautiful?"

"……do not know."

His mother gave another "hmm", noncommittal. "Is that her?"

His tone did not fluctuate, "No. As I said, there is no such person."

The prompt "Confirm to delete" popped up, and his mother stretched out her index finger to confirm, and then swipe down to open another contact's profile: "What about this 'Si Muzi'?"

"Zhou Linya." Before she could ask him to add, "Sit next to me."

"How about it?"

"What about—"

"Is that what you like?"

"……no."

There was originally only one person in the column with "s" as the initial letter, but now "r" and "t" are intimately connected in the address book.

It's over in a few strokes. "Which one is Zhao Min?"

"I didn't add her."

"Then who is this 'xzx'?"

He didn't know why he was silent.The consequence of being silent is that his mother clicked into the "xzx" circle of friends.

Soon a video that was playing was placed in front of him, "Who is this?"

He knew what was in the video without looking at it.The most recent post should be a very young girl bathing a large black dog. The large dog was very excited and kept barking in the direction of the camera.

"I don't know." He had indeed never met Xu Zhibian's cousin.

"You don't know him? Do you think it's funny? You added someone on WeChat and said you didn't know him—"

"This is Xu Zhibian's WeChat. You have seen him several times."

"Xu Zhijian? A man?"

"Yes."

"Then this is his girlfriend?"

He adjusted his sitting posture. "……I have no idea."

"Why do you add him if you have nothing to do?"

"It's nothing...just add it by the way."

She clicked on a few more videos casually, and quit after watching for two or three seconds, probably because she didn't understand and wasn't very interested. "The filming is all messed up, isn't this person a bit inexplicable?"

He originally wanted to ask "Why is it so inexplicable", but in the end he just said: "You can delete it."

After exiting WeChat, the main interface is empty, except for the basic applications that come with the phone.

She threw the phone on the sofa. "Knowing that I'm going to check, have you prepared in advance?"

"...There was nothing in the first place." He glanced at the time on the screen that was still on.

08:30 in the evening.

He has been sitting on the sofa since he came back at noon and has not moved until now.Next to the feet were the remains of two glasses, and the water mark on the ground kept shrinking until it disappeared.

I didn't eat lunch or dinner, and I didn't feel hungry.Fortunately, the TV is still on, and the agricultural channel is now replaying the road to riches he has watched before.

The dialogue of the wheels is repeated over and over again, and the cycle repeats.

Because the air conditioner has not been turned on, I don't have any concept of "heat", I just feel sleepy.

"Are you going to spend the night with me?"

"..."

"Speak! Are you dumb?!"

"……no."

"Then make it clear."

"No, what did I say?"

"You're still lying—"

Another glass shattered at the foot, new water stains covering the old.

She took a deep breath. "... Now go and turn on the computer in your bedroom for me."

The brain that has not thought for a long time is a little slow to process this instruction: "Huh?"

"computer!"

He stood up, the blood supply did not keep up for a while, and his eyes went dark. "...What are you looking at the computer for?"

"Fill out the chat records of the accounts you use one by one! I don't believe I can't find them!"

Blood rushes past the eardrum.The laziness was slightly diluted, and the sense of absurdity buried in the depths revived.He asked lightly, "What account do you think I have?"

... Of course nothing was found.In the end, he didn't even know what his mother wanted to see, and after thinking about it, he just admitted it.

He recalled a similar scene many years ago.It's just that his role back then was simple: to watch, to keep silent, and if he could, to quietly and unobtrusively remove any breakables from those two men.

He was remembering how the argument had ended.

——"Yes, that's what you said, are you satisfied now?"

and then?

Then he didn't remember what his mother said, but now he only remembered the gust of wind when the door opened and closed again—it must have been winter at that time, because his teeth chattered from the cold all of a sudden.

"Your father doesn't want us anymore."

she said so.

In fact, one door can solve all problems.

So he made up his mind, "I'm just falling in love, are you satisfied now?"

Then, without waiting for any reaction, he rushed to the living room, reached out to touch the doorknob, and pressed down.

The metal bolt twitched a few times like a man with epilepsy, but the door did not slide open.He pushed hard, but the door remained motionless, as if it had been welded to the frame.

The door is locked.

"Where are you going?"