I still don't want to go to school today

The courier room in the community is a bit crude, surrounded on three sides by a canopy that was dismantled from nowhere, and covered with a thin wooden board. An old man in the uniform of the courier company moved a stool and sat in front of a shelf that was mostly rusted. .Because of the cold weather, there was an extremely primitive charcoal brazier in front of him.

Fu Luojia reported the odd number four times before the old man heard clearly.He walked to the back of the shelf—there was still a small mountain of packages piled up there, and he bent down with some difficulty and slowly rummaged through it.

Shuo Feng hacked on his back, Fu Luojia couldn't hold back and moved closer to the brazier.

"Don't you need to scan the code to confirm the receipt?" In the end, the things handed over were squeezed out of shape, and the packaging was covered with dirt.He looked at the chapped skin on the old man's hands, which looked like dry mud, and he was silent for a moment and only said this.

The old man probably didn't understand.He was holding the corner of the package and was about to leave when he suddenly heard the old man ask, "Do you want the carton?"

He froze for a moment, "It's already wet——"

The old man said dryly: "Give it to me."

He unpacked the packing box and placed it on the small wooden table next to him, without looking closely at the hand that was stretched out in front of him.

"What did you buy?" The old man seemed satisfied and was in the mood to gossip.

"...hanging pictures."

"Oh." A spark flew out of the charcoal. "There are flowers on it." As if hearing some joke, the old man grinned.

Fu Luojia's plan to go back to school for evening classes after putting away his things was disrupted by a strange door lock.

Not long ago he came back once, and that time the door could be opened with the key in his hand, but now he almost poked the teeth of the keyhole flat, and the door still didn't move at all.

Just as he was about to squat down and observe the keyhole carefully, the door next door opened.

"What the hell are you doing, trying to pick someone's lock?"

"I will live here."

The neighbor looked at him for a while, and finally recognized him: "You are the son of this family."

"...Yes." It sounded strange.

"Didn't you just change the lock the day before yesterday, don't you know?"

"Change the lock?" He looked down at the key in his hand, "How is it possible, I haven't heard of it at all-have you seen who changed it?"

"Isn't that your mother? Is your mother getting fat? I haven't seen her for a long time—"

"My mother?" It may be that his blank expression frightened the neighbor, but the neighbor changed his words again: "It should be her... I didn't say hello to her at the time, and I didn't look closely."

He tried knocking on the door, but there was no answer—no wonder, if anyone would have heard it long ago.

"Thank you." The neighbor seemed to want to say something more, but he quickly turned around and went downstairs - without even waiting for the elevator.

Fu Luojia took the bus for a few stops with the painting in his arms, and then ran wildly through a row of withered willow trees on the side of the road.He took the time to look at his watch, knowing that he had missed the first self-study period.

But right now he was angry, and anger made everything else trivial.

He didn't know when his aunt came back and why he did this.None of this matters.The only place he could think of her going was grandma's house.All he wanted now was to find her and—

Say no to violence.He adjusted his breathing.Then reason with her well, there is no need to admit mistakes and apologize, compensate, pay back the money, and then get out.

He raised his hand and knocked on the door.

1 minutes.

2 minutes.

But grandma's house can't be empty.

The rhythm of knocking on the door became less polite.After a while, the door finally opened, and he squeezed in unceremoniously.

Grandma is actually there.She was wearing rubber gloves on both hands, and she was holding a towel stained with an unknown paste.

"How do you..."

He just wanted to speak, but was stimulated by the strong smell of excrement that surrounded him, making him want to cough and retch.

"This..." He pulled the mask up desperately, wishing he could cover his eyes too. "What's going on?"

He suspected something was wrong with the sewer pipes.

After a while, grandma hesitated and said: "Ah... I just wanted to call someone. Can you help? Your grandfather..."

Her tone was very strange, and there was a kind of confusion in her panic, as if she didn't know where she was.But Fu Luojia didn't have time to analyze these, "What's wrong with grandpa?"

"Your grandfather...your grandfather..."

Fu Luojia turned around and walked towards the bedroom.The smell became stronger and stronger, and when he stood in front of Grandpa's bed, he had completely held his breath.

He looked down for just one look, then walked to the window and opened it.The screen window slid out after being opened to the maximum and hit the floor tiles with a loud noise.

There was a slight movement on the bed.

"...Call 120 quickly." He closed his eyes. "what happened."

"I don't know either... I saw your grandfather when I came back, and he's just like that." Grandma followed and stood in front of the window. "What should I do after calling 120? Should I call your father..."

"Why do you always want to find him?" He rubbed his forehead, but his head hurt even more. "They've left long ago—call now."

Grandpa is still conscious.His whole body was in a mess, his cheeks were deeply sunken, and his upper eyelids were half-lifted.After getting used to the smell in the room, Fu Luojia walked to his bedside again, and saw his eyes moving towards him in a trance.

Fu Luojia shouted: Grandpa.

He moved again.

"In the past few months, the nurse took care of him, and it was also... your father paid for it." She didn't dare to mention her father anymore.

And the nurse hasn't come for at least four or five days.

"Who hired someone?"

"...Your aunt."

really. "Where is she?"

"I don't know..." Grandma shivered in the cold wind blowing in from the window. "I just came back too..."

"Call her over.—Where's my mother?"

At this time, Grandpa made a weak voice.

Fu Luojia then bent down.Grandpa stumbled but said with great certainty: I dreamed about Qingqing last night.

Filled with doubts, he looked up to see that grandma had turned pale.

"Let Xiaofu come over..." She couldn't even stand up anymore, and had to support the wooden frame next to her. "The two of us can't do it..."

He was confused for no reason. "What's the matter with two people, two people can... you go first--" What are you going to do first?He turned around and caught a glimpse of the hanging picture he had put aside - he hadn't looked at it seriously yet.There is no color difference between the real thing and the online picture. The bright, vivid and warm sunflowers are inserted in the light-colored vase on the wooden table.

Why is this kind of thing here?

It took half an hour for the ambulance to arrive.Grandpa refused to let the nurse touch him at first: "Dirty..."

Fu Luojia helped him to sit up, and wiped off the dirt on his chest and abdomen bit by bit. "Then shall we change clothes?" He asked in a low voice.

Grandpa nodded slowly.Fu Luojia found a thick padded jacket in the closet and wrapped him tightly, then backed away to let the nurse move him to the stretcher.

Grandma has been standing unsteadily, and all questions are answered by Fu Luojia alone.The nurse praised him for being calm and capable, and asked him to comfort grandma.

"You don't follow?"

"Do not."

The nurse was surprised, but didn't ask any further questions.The car door slammed shut in front of him, and the two-color lights on the roof began to spin.

He went upstairs again.

There is a box on the coffee table, which contains some document bags, a few pens and a few large notebooks with the words of the Local Taxation Bureau printed on it.He tipped them all out, and a card in a protective case fell out.

He picked it up and realized it was a fucking badge.