I still don't want to go to school today

The people at the mahjong table changed a few.His third uncle also came in at some point, leaned back on the sofa, and turned away when he heard footsteps.

Then he should have been frightened by Fu Luojia, his eyes widened.

His mother pressed his shoulders and took a few pieces of paper from the small coffee table.

"What's the matter?" Uncle San stood up and asked in a low voice, "Crying so sad?"

His mother smiled awkwardly, and probably felt that it was not easy to explain - at home, she might have exploded immediately, but in today's occasion, "crying" is the most blameless thing.

"...Why are you crying again? Can you stop embarrassing me?" She wiped his face forcefully, deforming the eye sockets.

"It's okay, it's okay to cry if you're sad..." The third uncle sighed, "His aunt hugged him when he was a child, do you remember? - You all come and sit down."

Damn no more talking.

He didn't know how many times the mahjong table had been changed throughout the afternoon—in short, more and more people came to the back, and there was no room for the sofa, and plastic stools were moved in.Three or five people gathered together and played poker, with melon seed shells piled up into hills at their feet.

His mother went to receive guests, and she probably wanted to take him along, but in the end he was left alone to sit there crying.

Several children were very curious when they saw him on the sofa, poking their heads and wanting to come over.So he bent down and put his head in his arms.

"What are you doing lying on your stomach?" His mother didn't forget to scold her when she passed by, "Look at you—everyone is fine, you're the only one who pretends to be weird!"

"Hey, hey, don't talk about him, are you sleepy from taking a nap? Let him sleep for a while."

"He's not sleeping, he's losing his nerve again—"

The tears that had just been about to stop somehow suddenly surged up again. He adjusted his posture, and the place where his arms were facing his face was wet.

His mother was soon called in to help again.

After listening to the almost constant noise for a long time, I became confused, and then I really fell asleep.When he raised his head, the sky darkened, and the decibels in the room remained undiminished.

...fucking at the poker table.No wonder he was able to fall asleep here.

He felt himself calm down.

New melons and fruits were added to the fruit plate on the small coffee table, and there was a pretty knife beside it, which should be used to peel the fruits.He picked it up and gestured a few times before someone suggested, "The children are all hungry, and they all go to eat after this lap."

The rest of the people agreed one after another, and the mahjong sound rumbled.

He put the knife neatly back in place before the mother could look over.

He didn't expect that the place would change after dinner: it no longer looks like a private room in a tea house, a large part of the tables and chairs have been removed, and the space is not as cramped as it used to be; A string of colorful lights was lit, and someone was adjusting the audio equipment on it.

Even the background of the "Dian" on the wreath in the corner has been dyed in color.It can't be said that the atmosphere has become more lively - because the atmosphere was not very solemn at first, and Fu Luojia didn't notice that anyone looked strange after seeing these, so he didn't think it was strange.

"I hired a band...you can order songs. I asked the price, and it seems to be 30 yuan a song."

He heard someone say that.

The sofa he sat on in the afternoon has not been removed.He pretended to sway casually in front of him, and reconfirmed that the stain, which was said to be neither big nor small, could not be seen unless he looked carefully, let alone the light was dimmed now.At that time, he was not very clear-headed, so he hurriedly scrambled on the sofa-the paper was clearly at hand.

The music started, it was a popular hit in the 90s.

The third uncle hummed along beside him. "This song--"

He thought he would hear some comments related to the deceased, such as her favorite song when she was alive.In the end, the third uncle just said, "—the tune is very nice. You children will definitely not appreciate it."

"...It sounds good." This sentence really came from the heart.

"Hey -- my God, why are you here, uncle?"

As soon as this abrupt sentence fell, the atmosphere changed suddenly - Fu Luojia was sure that there were several back and forth glances blowing past him.

The one who spoke was his cousin who was already working, the son of his uncle.The uncle called by the cousin... should be the one Fu Luojia should call "Uncle".

He didn't know anything about his uncle and aunt, but from his mother's words not long ago, he roughly inferred that the person who appeared at this time might not be popular.So he silently stepped back a few steps to make way for others, and sat in front of the fruit plate again.

"Uncle is free today? What's the matter, the money was lost early?"

"Do you still remember to watch the night for your aunt? I thought he had forgotten it long ago."

With a good temper, he immediately smoothed things over: "Let's not talk about this, come and sit down—"

The uncle didn't say a word, but accepted a cigarette offered by someone else.Fu Luojia watched him walk to the edge of the crowd with his head down like a schoolboy who made a mistake, and lit a fire for himself with his shoulders slung over his shoulders.

The discussion has not stopped.

Soon Fu Luojia forgot his existence.He glanced oddly at the stage as the next song came on—the band started playing a sticky old love song.

A very, very old song, probably older than the previous hits.

It is estimated that he was not the only one who felt strange, because the room gradually became quiet, and finally only the sound of music and a cry that sounded extremely sincere was left.

His great-uncle held a cigarette butt between his fingers and was shaking from crying.

Although embarrassment and indignation seemed to be more legitimate feelings at this time, Fu Luojia thought of another thing.

...Perhaps this should be the song that the deceased loved most during his lifetime.

He lowered his head and wiped away the small round circle of fresh blood above his wrist.

……

"Am I going to school tomorrow?"

Asked after the bowls and chopsticks were put into the cupboard.

"You still want to find your girlfriend?"

This means no play.

"...you have to go to school." Having said that, his emotions didn't fluctuate much.

It's funny to think about it, the first one who doesn't want him to go to school is not himself.His mother stopped talking, he turned around and walked out of the kitchen into his bedroom.

Also locked the door.

After a few minutes, the doorknob was turned, and when he realized that it couldn't be opened, his mother knocked on the door, "What are you doing in there again?! Are you secretly chatting with someone on WeChat again?"

He put the things back and opened the door again, "You put away the phone." She reminded her many times, but she still forgot.

"Where's the computer? Are you turning on the computer—"

"You unplugged the network cable."

"Then what are you doing in there?!"

He said in a relaxed tone, "It's just for a while."

"Why, do you think I'm suffocating you? If you don't want to stay, get out early and see who you can find on the street to pay for you—"

"...I just feel a little dizzy. I want to sleep for a while."

"What time did you get up, and now you want to sleep again? Don't make any excuses for me!"

"..." Anything is fine. "Let me mop the floor."

The TV in the living room is playing news, an earthquake in a certain place, a car accident in a certain place.It seems that countless places are holding the same ceremony as yesterday, and everything is not unusual or even very common——

The doorbell rang suddenly.He didn't seem to have heard it, and when his mother began to express dissatisfaction with the long-lasting doorbell, he leaned the mop handle against the wall on one side, straightened up and opened the door.

When he touched the doorknob, he was still thinking, who would come here and knock on this door.

Then he saw Xu Zhijian standing behind the door.