Dip in fire

"Still sick? Stomach upset?" Zhong Ning asked standing beside Zhang Weilan after returning to the room.

Zhang Weilan shook her head to indicate "it's okay", and was about to sit on the ground again.

Zhong Ning kicked the kneeling mat next to him flying, and the mat slipped against the ground, and stopped after bumping into Zhang Weilan.

Zhang Weilan paused, looked at Zhong Ning again, and put the cushion under his buttocks.

Zhong Ning turned around and knelt down, kowtowed three times to the coffins of Lu Qingqing and Zhang Zhiqiang, then moved to Zhang Weilan's side and sat down against the wall.

Zhong Ning measured Zhang Weilan's face, and always felt that this face was unhealthy pale, but Zhang Weilan was already pale, and it might be because of the dim light, or he was worrying carelessly and adding oil and vinegar on his own.

Yes, he was worried about Zhang Weilan.He also rubs Da Duozi twice if he falls, not to mention Zhang Weilan, who is a real person who grew up with him.

Even if Zhong Ning annoys Zhang Weilan on weekdays, Zhang Weilan has always been a part of him for 18 years, from childhood to adolescence.

Zhong Ning sighed, and asked again: "Are you still feeling uncomfortable? I'll go get you a cup of hot water?"

Zhang Weilan's lips twitched for a while before she said, "No need."

Zhang Weilan lowered her head and squeezed her right index finger.He pierced /into/a wooden thorn in the belly of his finger, which he pierced when he hit the "bitch" with a wreath just now.

"Oh." Zhong Ning rested his chin on his knees, "Are your hands okay?"

Zhang Weilan didn't answer this time, pretending that Zhong Ning was farting.He kept squeezing, Zhong Ning watched helplessly as his white fingertips turned red, squeezed out a bright bead of blood, and finally wiped it off with paper.

"Aren't you going back?" Zhang Weilan spoke suddenly.

"..." Zhong Ning paused, and repeated the previous words with drooping eyelids, "Don't go, I've said everything and come back to accompany you."

Zhong Ning turned his finger out of the window, and it was pitch black outside: "You don't want to drive me away now, do you?"

Zhang Weilan had nothing to say, feeling uncomfortable all over, wishing to take an ax and hack herself a few times to feel comfortable.But now he has no time to think about Zhong Ning, his head is full of cholera, and his temples hurt like a sting.

Zhang Weilan leaned her head against the wall and began to close her eyes to rest.

Zhong Ning: "..."

Zhong Ning looked at the tear mole on the tip of Zhang Weilan's eyes for a while, his mind sank, and he leaned his head against the wall.

Zhang Weilan is cold, has a bad temper, and is lonely.

But occasionally he would be so vicious, he would help Xu Huai with medical expenses, he would be a "tutor" for Zhong Ning, and he would run into the alley to help Zhong Ning when he was blocked.He would be angry, he would be sad, he would vomit, and he would show a pale face.

Zhong Ningxin said: "Zhang Weilan, Zhang Weilan, are you trying to suffocate yourself to death?"

Zhong Ning was starving with an empty stomach, and after thinking wildly for a while, he gradually became confused, and after a while, he fell asleep just thinking about it blindly.

Very quiet very quiet.

When the air is very quiet, any tiny vividness can be infinitely magnified.Like an extremely light poisonous insect, it slowly inserts its sharp and slender feet into the heart of its prey.

Zhang Weilan could hear, occasionally someone chattering outside the door, or whimpering from nowhere.There is also the sound of wheels passing by on the road outside the window. —the deadly wheel.

And beside him, Zhong Ning breathed long and steadily.

Zhang Weilan opened his eyes, because his eyes were closed for a long time, and when he opened them again, his vision was very clear.

He turned his face to take a look, Zhong Ning closed his eyelids and tilted his head slightly.

Zhang Weilan's throat was a little sore, he called Zhong Ning: "Zhong Ning."

Zhong Ning seemed to have heard it.He frowned, and made a long "um" sound, then shook his head, and the back of his head hit the wall and fell to the ground.

Zhang Weilan stretched out her hand subconsciously, supported Zhong Ning's head from the side, and straightened his head.

Zhong Ning continued to sleep.

His two arms were hanging naked on his knees, and the vest on his body was soaked with sweat before, and the air conditioner had already blown it cold and wet.Feeling cold, Zhong Ning subconsciously rubbed his forearms in a daze.

Zhang Weilan stared at him for a while, got up and picked up the towel that she had thrown on the ground before, shook out the ashes twice, and flung it perfunctorily towards Zhong Ning's body to cover it.

Zhang Weilan sat back down again, staring at the two coffins in front of her in a daze for the whole night.

At dawn, the sun shines in, and the room can smell warm.

Zhang Weilan went to the bathroom to wash her face, and when she came back with cold water dripping down her face, Zhong Ning was still sleeping.

Zhang Weilan walked over and lifted the towel off Zhong Ning's body.

"Huh?" Zhong Ning opened his eyes in bewilderment, staring at Zhang Weilan in front of him and lost his mind for a while.

Then, when Zhong Ning turned his head, he grinned in pain, "Oh my neck..."

Young Master Zhong moaned silently in front of the two coffins containing the dead, groaning from his neck to his waist and then babbling to his feet, just like a hapless Princess and the Pea.

Zhong Ning sighed and stood up with great difficulty. His whole body was so stiff that his limbs looked like dead objects picked off from a mummy.

He turned his eyes to look at Zhang Weilan, but still felt that Zhang Weilan's complexion was too bad.Zhong Ning frowned and said, "Are you really feeling well?"

Zhang Weilan really didn't want to go back to him, so it happened that Yan Huiwan pushed the door in with an insulated lunch box.

"Grandma." Zhong Ning rushed to meet her.

"Didn't you rest last night?" Yan Huiwan sighed and rubbed Zhong Ning's arm, "You go back and change your clothes, why is this room so cold..."

Zhang Weilan paused, and called out in a calm voice, "Grandma."

"Weilan, good boy." Yan Huiwan pulled Zhang Weilan with distressed eyes.

Yan Huiwan said from the bottom of her heart, "Wei Lan, think about it. There is grandpa, and your Aunt Zhong and grandma are here, so don't think too much."

Yan Huiwan: "Grandma made a bowl of rice paste at home early in the morning, you can eat some..."

Zhong Ning went home first, and Zhang Weilan didn't leave, so grandma stayed with Zhang Weilan.When Zhong Ninglin was leaving the house, her grandmother was still nagging Zhang Weilan, admonishing her and comforting her.But Zhong Ning could see clearly that Zhang Weilan's expression didn't change a bit.

Zhang Weilan presumably listened to her grandma's words with her left ear, but her right ear blew up.

But also normal. The "comfort" thing is a top-heavy out-of-stock item and extremely useless.

Zhong Ning didn't ask for leave from school, he was so annoyed that he wanted to go to school.

Before he went to school, he went into Zhong Pei's bedroom. Zhong Pei was drunk and crying last night, and was still sleeping. His eyelids were closed and he could see that they were severely swollen.

Zhong Ning quietly turned off the air conditioner for her, replaced it with a fan, and fixed the fan to blow towards the wall.Then Gong went to the kitchen to stuff his stomach before leaving.

Lu Qingqing and Zhang Zhiqiang stayed at the funeral home for three days, and some people came to pay their respects.Zhang Weilan received a few handfuls of favor money that varied in thickness and hypocrisy.He never knew that his parents knew these uncles and aunts before.

It seems that "people" are born on the ground and are connected to the land.No matter who, what kind of virtue they have become, there are still a few cronies who can gather together to form a stinky pile.

The day after Lu Qingqing and Zhang Zhiqiang were buried, old man Zhang was discharged from the hospital.After the old man returned home, he spent most of his time lying on the bed, either staring at the ceiling in a daze and crying two lines of muddy old tears, or thinking about looking at Zhang Weilan, and suddenly broke down in sobs.

Zhang Weilan never came to school.Zhong Ning sat guarding an empty table for a week.

During the period, some classmates cared about Zhang Weilan and came to ask a few words. Zhong Ning was annoyed and unhappy when he heard it, and couldn't help but pour cold water on his enthusiasm.

Even the boss asked Zhong Ning to go to the corridor to inquire about the situation, but Young Master Zhong didn't pay attention to "respecting the teacher and respecting the way", and dared to lose his temper at the boss: "I don't know."

Then Zhong Ning ate the sole of Lao Si's shoe.

The boss stared at Zhong Ning, sighed for a few seconds, and didn't have the same knowledge as evil: "Sometimes when the elders talk too much, it will have the opposite effect. If you care about Zhang Weilan, it will be much better."

Zhong Ning patted off the big shoe prints on his legs, and said "oh" in a low voice.

Zhong Ning walked back to the classroom covered in hysteria, and Yang Jian, who was blind-eyed, immediately jumped out to ask questions.

Zhong Ning frowned, and was very annoyed: "How many times have I told you not to ask. Deaf?"

"... Ning..." Yang Jian was stunned for a moment, and looked at Zhong Ning cautiously.

Zhong Ning choked for a while, then waved his hands: "I'm sorry, cheap, I didn't mean to attack you."

"I know." Yang Jian sighed.

Yang Jian said, "I know you are worried about Zhang Weilan."

Zhong Ning didn't make a sound.

The boss asked him to care more about Zhang Weilan, which is what he should say, but it's a pity that Zhong Ning can't do it.Not to hinder anything else, but he couldn't catch Zhang Weilan at all.

He has been running to Zhang Weilan's house every day these days, but Zhang Weilan only closes the window and the door.Not to mention talking, he didn't even see Zhang Weilan's face a few times.

You can't smash the doors and windows with a hoe, can you?

Zhong Pei said: "Wei Lan is strong and sensible. He is not feeling well, so let him rest for two days."

But what will Zhang Weilan want to be quiet?

The day before yesterday old man Zhang went to sit at home for a while, talking with Yan Huiwan.When Zhong Ning pricked up his ears to listen, he heard old man Zhang say, "He's suffocating, I know. He's been suffocating for so many years, all the time."

Old man Zhang: "Look at him shutting himself in the room, but when I open the door and go in, he will still talk to me and eat with me."

Old man Zhang clenched his fist with his right hand and drilled hard into his old chest: "It hurts to see..."

In the evening, Zhong Ning opened the window and led Da Duozi to carry out a night attack, hitting four stones on Zhang Weilan's window frame, and finally hit it directly with his hands.

The lights in the room were on, but Zhang Weilan never opened the curtains to pay attention to him.

"going or not?"

"Ah?" Zhong Ning came back to his senses, "Why don't you go?"

"..." Yang Jian frowned, "I said Xu Huai wanted to treat someone to dinner, so I asked you if you could go."

Zhong Ning: "Why?"

Yang Jian said: "Zhou Baixue's father owed the money, and he said he finally got it together, so he won't have to worry about it in the future. Isn't this a bad thing? It's just in time for the weekend, and Xu Huai wants to ask us to have a meal together, which is annoyed."

"I see." Zhong Ning nodded and whispered, "Finally something good happened."

After the words fell, both of them were silent for a while.

"Let's go." Yang Jian put his schoolbag on his back, walked a few steps with Zhong Ning, and said, "Why don't you think about it and bring it out for Zhang Weilan to eat together?"

Yang Jian: "He always has to come out to get some air. Qiu Liang also goes, and everyone goes together, just... I don't know if it's okay, anyway..."

"...Let me try." Zhong Ning said, shaking his head after speaking.

Zhong Ning thought aggrievedly: "I don't know what to do, he just ignores me."

Zhong Ning and Yang Jian separated at the fork in the road, and walked home alone, the more they thought about it, the more angry they became, at the same time they were so angry that they were worried, and they were so annoyed that they wanted to get their heads off.

In the end, Zhong Ning took a detour and went to the south end of Santang Street to buy a bag of mung bean cakes.He likes this mung bean cake, so he bought some to fill his stomach and relieve his problems.

But this detour is really wonderful.Zhongning Road passed a creeper, a large area of ​​emerald green, so eye-catching.

Zhong Ning took a few more glances, and inadvertently saw a person squatting in the dense bushes.

Zhong Ning tilted his head to look around, blocked by the branches and green leaves, he couldn't see the person clearly from his back, but he saw the schoolbag on the person's back, which was exactly the same as Zhang Weilan's schoolbag.

So Zhong Ning took a few steps forward, and when he got closer, the other party heard the voice, and turned his head to look behind him.

The two met eyes.It really is Zhang Weilan.

"You..." Zhong Ning was stunned, and saw a handful of biscuit crumbs in Zhang Weilan's palm, and a little tabby cat was eating happily.