dissatisfied [campus]

When Jiang Yu woke up the next day, he felt like his head was pierced by a needle and it hurt like hell, and his whole body felt as if he had been run over by a car.

He rubbed his temples and opened his eyes with difficulty, and the blurry figure of Ms. Rong came into view immediately.

Seeing him wake up, Rong Xiaoying couldn't help but start nagging: "What's the matter with you? What kind of wine do you drink at a young age? What if something happens outside..."

Jiang Yu fumbled for the glasses beside the pillow and put them on, propped his hands on the edge of the bed and straightened up.

He shook his drowsy head, trying to recall what happened last night, but the memory card disappeared after he drank most of the bottle of beer.

Jiang Jianzhong, who came here after hearing the sound, looked at Jiang Yu with a smile: "Are you awake son? You can really sleep, and you will sleep almost until noon."

His head was still hurting terribly, Jiang Yu frowned: "What are you doing here? Dad, didn't you go to work today?"

"Your dad, I'm going on a business trip with the leader this afternoon."

After a few brief explanations, Jiang Jianzhong quickly turned the topic to Rong Xiaoying who was silent at the side: "Dabao, I don't know if you were drunk last night, but your mother stayed by your bedside for a long time. You boiled sober soup to wipe your face, I'm afraid you'll feel bad when you're drunk..."

Jiang Yu turned her head to look at Rong Xiaoying who was sitting by the bed. She looked down at her hands and did not speak, the corners of her mouth were drooping to her chin.

Rong Xiaoying has been strong all her life, and what she is worst at in her life is taking the initiative to reconcile with others.

When I was young, my family was poor, and I worked five or six jobs while studying outside. I was so hungry that I couldn’t eat for three days and refused to ask my family for a penny.Later, after being with Jiang Jianzhong, when they were arguing about divorce, they would only run away from home impulsively.

It is too difficult for her to take the initiative to bow her head, let alone with her own children.

Seeing that Jiang Yu didn't speak for a long time, Rong Xiaoying couldn't help but shed tears: "You son of a bitch! I've done so much because of you, right? You're lucky, just joke about your grades and your future. …”

Seeing that something was wrong, Jiang Jianzhong hurriedly stood up as a peacemaker: "Dabao, what does your mother mean, that you want to discuss with us before you do something, right? She is so worried about you, anyway. The division of classes has been decided, let us let it go..."

Jiang Yu felt that he and Ms. Rong seemed to be trapped in an endless loop. Every time there was a conflict, they were talking to themselves. There seemed to be a huge gap between each other. You can use the phrase 'I'm all for your own good' to force one party to submit.

For so many years, Jiang Yu has worked hard, fulfilled his duties, and tried his best to be a good son in Ms. Rong's heart. He still doesn't know whether he is qualified, but this habitual submission is like a brand engraved in his body. , so that he can't tell right from wrong.

Seeing Jiang Jianzhong winking at him desperately, Jiang Yu sighed and looked up at Rong Xiaoying: "Mom, I was wrong, I shouldn't make you angry."

Rong Xiaoying hugged him into her arms: "You child really pissed me off..."

Seeing that the matter was settled, Jiang Jianzhong didn't have time to watch more scenes of mother-child love, so he hastily pulled the loveless Jiang Yi out of Rong Xiaoying's arms: "Hey, Dabao, let me tell you something, this afternoon The son of the father's family will come to live for a while, and he is also a student of Qixian No. [-] Middle School, you are all the same age, remember to take care of each other."

It's not a big deal either.

Jiang Yu casually asked: "Then where is he staying?"

Their house was not big, with standard three bedrooms and one living room. Later, Rong Xiaoying specially converted one of the rooms into a study, so there were only two rooms left.

"It's okay," Jiang Jianzhong said indifferently, "Just let him share a room with you when the time comes, since he's the same age anyway."

"Oh." Jiang Yu responded.

Anyway, when relatives came to the house before, they always lived in the same room with him.

Xu Ji sat in the car without saying a word, his face extremely ugly.

He didn't expect Xu Bin to do such a terrible thing. Not only did he change the lock on the door of his house to prevent him from going home, but he also gave his living expenses for the next half month to the foster family.

foster care.

That's right, foster care.

Today Xu Bin will personally escort him to someone else's home.

Xu Ji has always felt that he is a nostalgic person. He clearly distinguishes what belongs to him from what does not belong to him. He and his things stay in his circle honestly. He feels scared and uneasy.

Just like today, the moving car and the people around are very similar to the scene eight years ago. At that time, he followed Xu Bin home for the first time. It was not until the car drove on the high speed that he realized that he was not following him. The "uncle" next to him went to buy candy for his mother, but he really wanted to leave the place where he grew up.

He was deceived.

This awareness made him terrified, everything around him suddenly became strange, and even the toys that his mother gave him in his hands could not soothe his emotions. He cried and shouted, kicking and kicking like The last struggle of a drowning man before dying, praying in his heart that someone will come to save him in the next second...

Memories are like flipping through an old book, once you start it's hard to stop.

Xu Ji closed his eyes, trying to calm himself down, but the constant surge of irritability was like a raging fire, making him flustered.

He subconsciously reached out and touched his pocket. It was empty... Then he remembered that he hadn't taken medicine for a long time.

"Son, you have to know something when you come to someone's house, don't act like you are in your own house..."

Xu Bin instructed one by one in detail, regardless of whether Xu Ji listened to it or not.

As he said that, Xu Bin's tone paused, as if he remembered something, he said with great interest: "My son is good at studying, remember to learn more from him."

Unable to bear Xu Bin's noise, Xu Ji put on the earphones hanging around his neck.

"Ding--"

The doorbell rang, and Rong Xiaoying, who was cooking in the kitchen, immediately shouted, "Dabao, go and open the door."

Jiang Yu, who was sitting on the sofa watching TV, responded. He threw the remote control in his hand aside, got up and walked towards the entrance.

As soon as the door opened, a kind old man in a suit and leather shoes looked at him with a smile on his face, and then Jiang Yu squinted... and saw behind the old man... who was sitting on the suitcase and playing with his mobile phone Xu Ji.

The host's laughter on the TV reached Jiang Yu's ears directly, as if he was laughing at the funny scene at this time.

Jiang Yu: "..."

Xu Ji took off the earphones from his head, and looked up at Jiang Yu who was holding on to the door frame.

The two looked at each other, stunned.