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Gong Junye said that he planned to detain those people temporarily, and let them prepare for his funeral if my throat can't be cured.

After he finished speaking, he laughed at himself again, saying that if I really can't sing for the rest of my life, it's useless to take their lives.

He said it's okay, it's okay, the voice will recover soon, and no one will hurt me again.

I stood under an old birch tree with gnarled branches in the park, with a few scattered curly dead leaves under my feet, holding a thin stack of small books that I had torn up, and I didn’t write anything on it. What sensible words, only printed a little dark ink stains.

The setting sun made it hard for me to open my eyes, my chin retracted into the raised collar, and my cold hands were put into the pockets of the jacket, and I was speechless with him.

After a while, he extinguished the last cigarette and said with a smile:

"I'm so sad."

We ate dinner outside, four of us.Zhou Jingyang asked everyone about their taboos before ordering. He is always considerate. Xia Jie ordered fried rice noodles. Gong Junye didn’t eat anything except smoking. I ordered a light soup and sat at the corner of the table to eat. drink it tastefully.Considering that I still have a sore throat, the doctor who saw me told me to pay attention to my diet and avoid spicy food and cold food, so as not to aggravate my condition.

And wear thicker clothes to avoid catching cold, adjust your emotions well, maintain regular meals and work and rest, whether you go out to relax or stay at home alone, psychological barriers can always be overcome...

Xia Jie whispered in my ear.

I scooped out the goji berries in the soup with a spoon and threw it aside, then took a pen and wrote in my notebook: "Mom, please ask my counselor for a leave of absence, saying that I will go to school a week later."

"Okay, okay." At this time, she was like a doting parent, with a soft-hearted look on her face, and she didn't ask for a reason, as if no matter what I asked, she would agree unconditionally like now: "Do you want to go out and play for a few days?" ?"

I thought for a moment, "Well, I'm leaving tomorrow."

"Did you buy a ticket or something?"

"Go back to buy at night. I won't go too far."

"Oh, I feel so uneasy..." She bit her lips: "Send me a text message or take a photo every day, can you do it?"

"Don't worry, I can do it."

"Hey, those people can come back to find me. I won't be polite this time."

I drew a long line with the tip of the pen. She held the pen holder and made me stop writing. She held my fingers with her sleeved hand and lowered her head.

"Baby... Mom, I'm sorry."

She muttered, her jaw trembling slightly: "Mom knows you've heard so many things all of a sudden, and you definitely won't be able to accept it for a while, so am I. I'm afraid you will be snatched away..."

"It's not that I'm narrow-minded... I don't know why, it's just that I feel aggrieved when I think of you having suffered such a crime. I'm so incapable of being a mother."

I wanted to write "No such thing" on the paper, but my hand was firmly held by her, and I forgot to break free.

"But I'm very happy...the baby is still willing to stay with me." She cried all afternoon, her eyes were swollen like peaches, and she laughed with a nasal voice, "Then I won't hold any grudges."

Abnormal abandonment and abnormal search for relatives, I think, compared to the superficial things of recognizing my ancestors and returning to my ancestors, I am truly unfilial by leaving Xiadu, who has been kind to me in nurturing me.

Not to mention hating anyone - I glanced at Gong Junye and Zhou Jingyang who were paying the bill at the front desk - I have met so many people who love me even if they are not related by blood in my insignificant half life, love is not enough , How can we talk about hate.

In the evening, I went home and packed my luggage for school. When I was packing clothes and drawers, I found something old and sat down to look at it for a while. Books, photo albums, souvenirs, anything that stored memories, it was the middle of the night.

The next morning, Xia Jie and I ate the breakfast she cooked together. After sending her to work, I stayed and cleaned the house. At noon, I packed my bag and went out. I posted a note on the wall directly opposite the entrance.

"Love you, Mom."

I didn't buy a ticket, and I didn't intend to travel at all.

I found the key that hadn't been used for a long time and opened the door of Gong Junye's house. The two cats hadn't seen me for many days, and they rubbed against my trouser legs and meowed.I hold one in each hand, let their hook-like claws grab my clothes, sniff my ear sockets with their wet noses, and lead them around the house.

He was not at home, and the air conditioner was still sending out warm air. There was half a glass of still-cooled boiled water on the table, and a note was also pressed on the bottom of the glass: "Come back before three o'clock. Your old palace."

Unconsciously moving the corners of my mouth, I crumpled up the note and lay down on the sofa with my two cats in my arms.The little ones huddled between my body and arms, purring one after another, and I fell asleep peacefully in this "with him" air.

Not long after this sleep, I woke up naturally. When I opened my eyes, I saw him sitting next to my arm on the edge of the sofa, without a shirt on. His clean and broad back showed thin and clear muscle lines, and he was wearing a brown leather belt. on his shoulder; he's on the phone.

"If you don't have anything that requires me to come forward these days, don't look for me, huh? Ah, there are patients at home who need to be taken care of."

He pulled the belt off his shoulders. This action with a strong hint aroused some inappropriate reveries in me. When he turned to look at me, he closed his eyes in love.

"I don't know how to serve others, I don't know how to learn, can you say something pleasant, grandson, you have such a bad mouth. Hang up."

He stroked my forehead with one hand, pushed back the broken hair, and kissed my brow bone with his lips.

"I am back."

I turned over and sat up, and wrote on the paper: "Miss you."

He blinked, as if he was amused by this unexpected and frank way of communication. Some words that are too emotional and even hypocritical are much easier to write down than to speak out. This seemingly boring "one-sided" communication will not make people feel uncomfortable Annoyed, I lay down in front of the coffee table, leaning sideways on his calf, and asked him, "Are you still sad?"

"..."

"Jun Ye." I thumped his knee. "Let me listen."

I know how far I persist until he backs down.He took my clenched hand, stroked the protruding knuckles with his fingertips, and said, "Actually, I was outside the door at first, before I heard you speak."

"...Thinking, what should I do if you leave."

His eyes were lowered, looking in my direction but not looking at me. "You know I'm not afraid of losing things, I will protect them, and I will also rob them. But the people here are different this time, so I probably can't do anything."

"You're the only one. I've been guarding it openly and secretly for so many years. Where can I find it if I don't have it?"

It turned out that he was afraid of me leaving.

The white paper was spread out in front of my eyes, but I couldn't hold the pen. I swallowed the hot pain in my throat desperately, and my heart was sore. .

I grabbed his wrist, let his palm stick to my chest, deviated from the position of my heart at once, and carefully moved it a few inches. At the place where the heat was throbbing, I said slowly and silently, I is yours.

The pen and paper that got in the way was swept off the floor by me, and fell silently on the soft hand-woven carpet. I knelt down in front of him on one knee, and with my breath, put together four recognizable words.

"I'm yours."