I still don't want to go to school today

/*The last paragraph of the dialogue in the last chapter may be ambiguous. Let me explain here. It is the conversation between Fu and Dad, not Dad and the clerk. I am afraid of reviewing and dare not change the text*/

There is not much difference in the taste of ice cream of different colors. The tongue feels ice when it touches it, and it is too late to taste the sweetness inside.When it melts and drips down the cone to your fingers, it becomes warm and colorful, like sunlight that has been dispersed and condensed into a liquid state.

He lowered his head slowly, and hesitantly brought his lips close to the knife edge.

……

After all, the temperature is high, and the food spilled on the ground will go bad after only one night.A strange sour smell lingered in the air, and once the door was opened, it penetrated into the bedroom.

Fu Luojia looked up at the wall clock, it was almost time for his mother to get home from get off work.After thinking about it, he went to get the broom and dustpan.

Broken porcelain pieces are mixed between the meals, and they make a crisp sound when they are fiddled with.Solids are easy to clean up, but the semi-solidified oil stuck to the floor tiles is the most troublesome.

He tried wiping with paper and a towel, but with little success other than getting his own hands dirty.

It didn't take long for him to feel tired, and he threw away everything in his hand and sat down on the ground.It was weird, but he didn't mean to, any more than he didn't mean to leave the water on.

He tried to stand up—although the idea existed, it went awry when it was turned into a command from the brain to the body.So instead, he lay on his side with his whole body on the floor.

The wallpaper, chandeliers, hanging pictures, tables and chairs from this angle all looked unfamiliar, including a cracked enamel plate that he could touch with his fingers.

It seems that the blood in the whole body is rushing to the back of the head.Still, he felt the floor was cool.

At least stand up when the lock rings, he thought.If his mother saw this scene after opening the door, she might be more angry than seeing this mess still in its original state.

——But he waited until he was soaked by the smell from the inside out, and he didn't wait until the door lock rang.A piece of porcelain with a sharp edge eventually slipped out of the palm, soaked in sweat.

The thought he had been wrestling with for a long time disappeared silently in an instant.Then he was convinced that the thought was an intruder in his head, not his own.So he was relieved again, and sat up successfully this time.

Time passed longer than he imagined.She still hasn't come back.

He staggered off to take a shower, then went to bed for a nap.I fell asleep for a long time, and when I woke up, I was not only dizzy but also hungry, so I went into the kitchen and spread a shapeless omelette for myself.I tasted it in a cup and found that there was no salt.

There is also a sour smell like rancid—although this is most likely an illusion.

There is still a bag of lye noodles in the refrigerator, but he doesn't know how to do it.There was not much juice left, but there were still a few apples on the coffee table.He didn't like apples, and though he was sad, he swallowed them.

It seems so extremely hungry, but it takes only two or three mouthfuls to fill up.

The remaining half of the pulp was thrown into the trash can, and soon turned yellow and wilted.He looked up at the time again, it was already evening.

In other words, his mother didn't come back all afternoon, and she hasn't arrived home until now after get off work in the afternoon.He walked to the window of the living room and looked outside. The construction team was sifting sand beside the ground that had been crushed, probably to re-lay bricks.

His gaze swept over everyone who entered and exited.Their clothes became so similar that it made him think it could fucking be either of them.So he retreated from the window countless times and sat down on the sofa, but he never waited for the door to open before returning to the window.

He didn't fully accept the fact until it was completely dark: his mother probably won't come back, at least not today.

But why?It is obviously impossible to happen.

On business trip?In a hurry?Or... an accident?

There are two kinds of back locks for the door.One can be locked and opened with a key inside and outside; the other can only be locked from inside the room, and after being locked, it cannot be opened with a key from outside.Now that his mother might not come back, he simply locked the door inside, and took the initiative to remove the "possibility" in this matter.

He spent the night on the sofa, turned on the TV and turned on the lights, and couldn't resist calling Xu Zhijian halfway through.

Xu Zhijian didn't answer.

He left another endless message to Xu Zhibian on WeChat. After sending it, he wanted to withdraw it, but clicked delete. He simply turned off the phone without waiting for a reply.

He comforted himself that maybe today was destined to be such an unexpected day, then went to wash his face, and saw a pair of funny red and swollen eyes in the mirror.

It's good to stay alone like this.I was afraid that one day he would grow together with the sofa or the floor, which would increase the workload of the people who came to clean up.

……

When he woke up from hunger for the third time, he heard frantic banging on the door. At first he thought it was a hallucination, but then he found that the windows were also rattling.

Judging from the sunlight covering half of the third tile, it should have been ninety o'clock in the morning.

"Foraka?"

"Phoraka, are you in there?"

"I'm grandma, open the door for me—oh, my key can't open the lock!"

"Fu Luojia—oh, what's the matter, aren't you at home? No matter how long you call the door, you can't answer it for a long time. Are you going out to play?"

"It was still open before, did I take it wrong or did I clear and change the lock?"

—It turns out that people with bad ears can even whisper a few words like growls.

Fu Luojia looked at the cat's eye, and waited until she thought that no one inside turned around to leave before she said, "...I can't open it either. This door...can't be opened. It's locked."

Grandma must have heard the movement and stopped. "Foraka?"

"……Um."

"It turns out that you are inside, and there is no response after shouting for a long time. What are you doing? Open the door."

He raised his voice slightly: "It can't be opened. It's locked."

"Locked? Aren't you inside? Why do you want to lock it?"

"……do not know."

"Then why can't I open this key—that is, you haven't come out these few days?"

"Ah."

"Aiyo, what is Qingqing doing? She's so grown up and still doing things so frizzy, and someone at home still locks the door—do you know that she's in the hospital?"

Fu Luojia blinked slowly. "……I have no idea."

"Your mother is also true. She has long said that it hurts here and there, and she doesn't go to check it carefully. She has to wait until pancreatitis is found out after vomiting and diarrhea. She spent a whole day in the county hospital yesterday, and she just remembered it this morning. Call me and ask me to come and take you to the hospital. What's going on, shouldn't you be in class these days?"

"Leave a leave." He said dryly. "Is pancreatitis... serious?"

"She said it wasn't serious. The doctors told her not to let her go, and said they needed to observe and observe again. Oh, that's how hospitals are. No matter how small the problem is, you have to check a lot, for fear that your little money will be deducted. -"

Fu Luojia was silent.

"Then what to do, find a lock picker to get it?"

"……whatever."

"Have you had breakfast, are you hungry? Oh, by the way, you haven't been out for the past two days and no one has cooked for you—you haven't eaten a meal, have you?"

"No." He ate half an apple, a bite of an egg, and drank some juice.

"I just said that the two of you are living in a muddle-headed way. You are all like this, and you don't know what to do. What will happen to you one day? What are you going to do? All right, I'll take a taxi and go back to change the car. Try the key, if it really doesn't work, then find a lockpicker."

The footsteps faded away.

He stood at the door in a daze for a long time, then suddenly remembered something, he grabbed a small wrench under the keyhole and turned it slowly.

The door slid open automatically—grandmother took the key correctly, and all the bolts connected to the keyhole were retracted into the door. The small wrench that opened independently from the keyhole was connected to the last bolt stuck in the door frame .

——It was the lock he added himself before.

He took a trembling breath, carefully looked out through the crack of the door, and saw the dimly lit corridor, the garbage bags piled up in the corner, the cobwebbed wires and the dusty fire hydrant.

Seeing this, he was sure that the door was really opened.There was a "ding" sound at the end of the corridor. It should be that an elevator car stopped on this floor.He stepped back immediately and closed the door again.

The person who came out took out a bunch of keys and opened...the door next door.

He breathed a sigh of relief, and began to calculate the time it took for his grandmother's house to travel back and forth.The calculated answer was that it might be too late, so he immediately rushed into the room to pack his things.At first he only took Xu Zhijian's cell phone, but then he felt that it was too little, so he emptied his schoolbag and carried it on his shoulder.

After thinking that everything was ready, he stood in the middle of the room with his bag on his back, and spent a few seconds thinking about several grand propositions such as "should I bring clothes", "where to go" and "will I come back?" The complexity of imagination forced tears.He reconfirmed once again: he just simply wanted to leave, the others...

Everything else doesn't matter.So he adjusted the position of the shoulder strap of the schoolbag, and opened the door again with the empty bag on his back.

At some point, the elevator doors that stopped on this floor also slid open to both sides.He restrained the desire to "hide" that appeared at the first moment, and forced himself to stride towards the elevator.The people inside looked up at him at this moment.

... So how could it be Xu Zhijian again?

He no longer moves forward.Xu Zhibian was short of breath, leaning on the car wall and staring at him with wide eyes.

"you--"

The elevator doors began to close automatically, and he and Xu Zhiman moved at the same time - he rushed over and pressed the "down" button outside the elevator door.The elevator doors reopened, and he quickly squeezed in through the middle of the elevator less than half a meter wide.

Xu Zhibian withdrew his fist against the door opening button, turned his head and continued to stare at him. "What do you mean? Why didn't you reply to me after that?"

He couldn't recall the content of his message for a while, so he couldn't understand why Xu Zhilian had such an expression that looked like he was about to cry.But as far as he was concerned, it was quite refreshing to see Xu Zhijian at this moment.

So he whispered a bold suggestion, "Shall we go?"

Xu Zhibian didn't have the chance to say what he had prepared, because he suddenly took a step forward, and cast his affectionate eyes like looking at food - using this metaphor because his intense hunger suddenly revived - on Xu Zhibian's eyes. On Zhizhi's lips, after lingering for two weeks, he lightly bit it.

It may only take a second for a touch to develop into a predatory lick|kiss.

A transparent salty liquid seeped in from the corner of his mouth.While stirring, all parts of the mouth were stained with the same taste, including under the base of the tongue and deep in the soft palate.

It was extremely short, but both sides tried their best to go deep.

He buried his face in Xu Zhibian's neck, but within three seconds he was picked up: "Are you crying? What's the matter—"

"...I'm so hungry."

"...Don't change the subject."

"I'm really hungry." His tears flowed more fiercely, "I didn't eat..."

Xu Zhijian silently took out the wrapping paper. "……What to eat?"

The elevator stopped once on the second floor, and a thin old woman came in.Fu Luojia didn't respond, and continued to lean on Xu Zhibian's shoulder without moving.On the contrary, Xu Zhibian reached out and rubbed the back of his neck, as if he was afraid that he would be nervous.

After reaching the first floor, the three people in the elevator went out together.A person waiting outside stepped back to allow them to pass.

Fu Luojia walked out close to Xu Zhijian, but his right hand was suddenly grabbed by someone waiting to enter the elevator.

"Fu Luojia? God, how did you come out? Who are you with, this is your classmate?"

Xu Zhijian was about to stop when Fu Luojia pushed him on the waist: "Let's go."

Then he shook off grandma's hand, and at the same time started to gallop.He became dizzy after running a few steps, but he still didn't stop at all.Xu Zhibian quickly followed, without asking any questions, he stretched out a hand to hold him.

"Fu Luojia, why are you running? Hey, this child——don't you go to the hospital to see your mother? Where are you going?"

The Mermanton wasn't even locked - it's a wonder it's still here and not stolen.

Xu Zhijian rang the car bell, the flow of people parted, and they drove out of the community on the vacated road.