unspeakable ice

Yu Xiaolong called Cai Qunying back, and Cai Qunying said it was nothing serious, but that he would take Yu Xingqiang to the hospital for a new round of radiotherapy tomorrow, and asked him if he would go.

"Did he say he wants me to go?" Yu Xiaolong asked.

"Not at all." Cai Qunying said, "He has the nerve to bother you all the time, knowing that you are busy, last time the doctor said that he needed to change the treatment plan and the medicine. It’s good to make up your mind.”

Yu Xiaolong wanted to say that you didn’t understand when you treated those bottles and jars so well and wisely, but after all, it was his own mother, and after a while, he would cry, make trouble and hang himself, so he could only stop it. Huatou.

And every time Yu Xingqiang was involved, Cai Qunying would become extra cautious when speaking in front of him, and even kept lowering his posture for him, acting deliberately unfamiliar and polite, as if he could appreciate it.

In fact, Yu Xiaolong doesn't have much hatred for Yu Xingqiang anymore, the long years, the long and boring life, no matter how strong emotions are constantly put in it, it has long since become flat and tasteless.

Like chewed sugar cane, it is difficult to squeeze out a little bit of blood.

Yu Xing gave birth to him, gave him this name, and raised him until he was seven years old, that's all.

For more than ten years, there was no contact between them at all, and Yu Xingqiang never gave him a penny, so Yu Xiaolong thought he lost his father when he was young.

It's just that the only thing he couldn't figure out was that he was also a victim of this farce, and even suffered more direct and tragic despair than he had suffered, why Cai Qunying could forgive him so easily.

It seemed as if all the cursing and verbal abuse she had done before were just a means of rebuffing and retaliating, and it was also thorough, making his injustice and stubbornness a joke without roots.

The prodigal son turned his back and didn't change his money, and now Yu Xingqiang fell ill, squandered all his savings, his parents passed away, his brothers turned against each other, and the only thing he could rely on was his spoiled wife who still didn't wake up from her dream, and him... The ignorant son who dropped out of school early and mixed into the society.

Yu Xiaolong did his best to obey the destiny, Yu Xingqiang's illness was not completely curable, but the cost was huge, and there was only so much he could give, it was impossible to steal or rob for him, no matter how dissatisfied Yu Xingqiang was, there was nothing he could do.

"Then I'll come back tomorrow." Yu Xiaolong said.

Early the next morning, Yu Xiaolong took a taxi back, picked them up and went to the hospital together. The radiotherapy in the day ward was much faster than normal radiotherapy, but it lasted for nearly a morning. with.

Yu Xingqiang's spirit was not bad, he kept playing Doudizhu on his mobile phone during the waiting time, unless necessary, the two of them could barely speak a word from beginning to end, Yu Xiaolong went out from time to time, either to smoke a cigarette or stand outside.

Yu Xingqiang didn't open his mouth until he finished his work and was eating at the dinner table. He chatted with Cai Qunying, saying that it was Old Zhao from the building next door, who now had a pension, how much money his son paid him to play poker every month, and how generous his hands were. such as.

"Which old Zhao?" Yu Xiaolong asked: "I wanted to be your driver before, but you didn't want the one?"

One sentence hit the pain point, and the atmosphere froze for a moment. Cai Qunying served them soup and smoothed things out with a smile, "It's him, you Uncle Zhao, you met his son Xiao Lin, and now he is promising, and he started his own company. "

"He has been running transportation for more than ten years, supporting brother Xiao Lin to study for a master's degree. I heard that he paid the down payment for the houses in the city. Now he is enjoying the blessings, shouldn't he?" Yu Xiaolong said.

"He deserves to live in peace, and I deserve to die." Yu Xingqiang put down his chopsticks and entered the room with an ugly expression.

Cai Qunying was not very happy, "Why are you talking about this? Your dad doesn't mean that either. He just finished radiotherapy, so you can coax him a little bit, you have to say something."

Yu Xiaolong's face was not good-looking, and he didn't eat a few mouthfuls of rice. It was strange to say that he was not picky about his food, and he enjoyed all the meals Shi Jie cooked, but he just couldn't eat Cai Qunying's.

Yu Xiaolong came out of the house, lit a cigarette again, didn't move much for a month, he simply wiped it all at once today, he squeezed the cigarette case in his hand, crushed it and threw it into the trash can.

It's already two o'clock in the afternoon. Xia Cong has never looked for him since he left yesterday. I don't know if his words really helped or he was just playing around. Yu Xiaolong is too lazy to bother. bother him.

One week passed, and on the third night, Zhao Fei dismissed get out of class early and made a meal of braised pork ribs. There were two big bowls, and the mouths of the people at the table were full of oil. in an insulated box.

That day in class, Xia Cong was resting his head on a book, his injured hand was hanging over the edge of the table, half of the palm was swollen, Yu Xiaolong was not hard-hearted after all, it was only a week ago, he didn’t need to do it So absolutely.

It was not too late, Yu Xiaolong was carrying a lunch box, and sent Xia Cong a message in advance on the way, but the person who used to want to reply every second to show his enthusiasm, this time unexpectedly did not reply until he went downstairs to his house .

Yu Xiaolong put away his mobile phone, entered the gate of the community, just came out from the shadow of the previous building, and saw Xia Cong standing on the steps of the hall entrance, talking to someone.

In front of him was a man wearing a thin sweater and black slacks, with clean cuffs exposed, fair skin, clean hair, and a calm and refined demeanor just by looking at it from the side.

It's just that from Yu Xiaolong's angle, he saw his shoulders tightened and his body leaned forward slightly, as if he was holding something in his hand, his movements were a bit slow and incoherent.

Xia Cong has been talking to him, with a rare gentle expression on his face, and the cynical and ruffian air in his body has subsided a lot. Judging from the appearance of that person, he seems to be older than him, but he has the self-consciousness that a junior should have.

Yu Xiaolong has never seen him like this, and for a moment doubted whether this was his truest side, or another disguise he was good at. He was a little curious about the relationship between them, but it was only for a short moment.

In various senses, Xia Cong and him are not from the same world. Yu Xiaolong deliberately avoids it, doesn't want to involve too much, and has no intention of knowing more.

He just thought that they were all here, and he waited a little longer.

The man got into the car with the driver's support. It seemed that his legs and feet were really inconvenient. Xia Cong held the car door and said something to him. A muscular hand stretched out from the door and waved at him. .

That hand was slender and clean, stretched like this, even if it was just a few light movements of the fingers, it seemed that there was an irresistible magic power, Xia Cong looked a little helpless, and finally sat down in it.

In the end, Yu Xiaolong left the meal that was deliberately arranged and not rolled into a ball to the flower protector and unsung hero Shi Jie for supper.

Xia Cong didn't know if he saw his message that day, but he didn't reply anyway, even in the next few days.

If being able to persist in being boring and plain in the ever-changing world can be understood as a kind of accident from another perspective, then in this kind of accident of being brave at night and sleeping with your head covered during the day, eating and feeding dogs in your spare time, you will pass quickly. When I forgot that there was a character like Xia Cong, the message of the God of Plague popped up again on the phone, which seemed to be a natural and unsurprising necessity.

Xia Cong: [Do you have time, can I treat you to dinner? 】

Yu Xiaolong wanted to ask if he still remembered who he was. This message was not sent in a group, but he felt that asking Xia Cong seemed to give Xia Cong something to talk about, as if he had something to complain about.

In fact, he really didn't have any, so he simply replied, 【No. 】

Xia Cong: [Then to put it another way, have dinner with me? 】

Xia Cong: [Today is exactly the seventh day, and you have to spend the first seven days with him after death, you don't want to break your promise again, do you? 】

Yu Xiaolong: [When did I ever break my promise? 】

Yu Xiaolong: [How is your hand? 】

Xia Cong made a gesture of hooking his fingers, 【Then Brother Xiaolong has to watch it by himself. 】

Obviously the system came with it, but it just gave him a flirtatious flair. After getting in the car, Yu Xiaolong folded his arms and said indifferently, "Where should we go to eat?"

Xia Cong leaned over, Yu Xiaolong subconsciously dodged back and tensed his body, but seeing the person in front of him with a smile behind his eyes, he deliberately looked at him and lowered his tone, "Seat belt."

Yu Xiaolong didn't speak, but pushed him away with a cold face, and tied it up by himself. Even though he knew Xia Cong's virtues, when he pulled away from him, he couldn't help but look at his fingers.

Obviously, the swelling has subsided, but the splint is still fixed, and it doesn't look very flexible, so more often, he rests the wrist of that hand on the steering wheel, or simply puts it aside and only uses his left hand.

Xia Cong seemed to be in a good mood, and it took him a while to drive out of the path before he thought of answering Yu Xiaolong's first question, "Is there anything you want to eat?"

After asking, he added, "Forget about wonton noodles."

"Anything is fine." Yu Xiaolong said, he didn't care what to eat, or rather than the content of the food, he came to this breakup meal more to express his feelings.

Xia Cong asked, "Are there any taboos?"

Yu Xiaolong: "No."

Seeing that it really didn't look like it was there, Xia Cong was a little suspicious, "Have you never eaten anything good?"

This is a bit hard to understand, whether he thinks he is poor, or thinks he is a rough guy, it doesn't sound good anyway.

Yu Xiaolong ignored, Xia Cong smiled, put on the sunglasses, whistled softly, "I'll take you to a good place."

"This is what you said, a good place?" Yu Xiaolong got out of the car, and saw a small, dilapidated one-story house on the side of the road, which was lower than the roadbed. It looked like it was hidden behind the green belt by someone, and the front door was so old. It's like an underground workshop.

Not to mention that there is no signboard with hot gold characters of Wonton Noodles. He scanned around, but he didn't even see the signboard.

"You'll know when you go in." Xia Cong said.

However, there is nothing special about going in. There are five or six tables in the narrow and narrow space, all of which are ordinary small round tables like food stalls. The chairs are plastic and there is no decoration at all. It is almost the same as the usual fly restaurants.

There were quite a few people, maybe the light was too dark, or maybe there was too much oily smoke coming out of the kitchen. In short, every face I saw was more or less lingering and blurry.

As soon as the people at the table left, Xia Cong asked Yu Xiaolong to sit down first.

He went to look at the freezer at the door of the kitchen, picked out a few ingredients that had been washed and cut and put them on the plate familiarly, and handed them all to probably the only one in the room who looked like the proprietress and waiter. people.

"What to drink?" Xia Cong pointed to several boxes of drinks scattered around behind Yu Xiaolong.

Yu Xiaolong reached out for a bottle of Coke, and gave him another bottle without asking for his opinion.

Xia Cong drank a couple of sips, turned around and saw no one came to clean up, so he found a rag to clean the table, went to the door to fill up two bowls of rice, and explained to Yu Xiaolong when he sat down, "This shop is an employee of the factory behind. canteen."

"In the past, it was not open to the outside world, and only opened a small stove for the leaders of the factory. Later, it was so good that people from other factories around came to eat, and gradually began to receive some foreign customers, but the time was very tight. After dinner, the stove I won't get up."

"How did you find out?" Yu Xiaolong was curious, unless someone he knew took him with him, or even if he was given the opportunity to walk three times a day, he might not notice.

"Boring." Xia Cong had nowhere to put his long legs, and leaned casually under the table, right on Yu Xiaolong's knee, "Wandering around, and turned here by chance."

Yu Xiaolong didn't feel anything wrong and moved away. He looked around and asked suddenly: "I remember you said you came here in September?"

"Is there any problem?" Xia Cong looked at him and smiled, "Every time I go to a new place, I will try to get familiar with it from all aspects, otherwise the time will be long, what can I do to relieve boredom."

Of course it’s okay, and it’s even more okay if it has nothing to do with him. Yu Xiaolong always felt that what this person said was true and false.

Just like he smiled at him so many times, gentle, cold, serious, unscrupulous, ordinary, malicious... It looks like he likes to laugh, but Yu Xiaolong can recognize it, so many smiles, there is no Once is true.

Whether the way to get rid of the boredom hinted at including provoking or molesting a person like him? Yu Xiaolong didn't ask, for fear that he would send him to the hospital again.

The two were silent for a while, the food came out quickly, Yu Xiaolong was really hungry, he was already a little bit when he smelled it when he first entered the room, he picked up a pair of chopsticks, and started eating by himself without looking at Xia Cong.

The moment he entered, Yu Xiaolong suddenly felt that he might really have never eaten anything good.