coward

Two days later, Li Xiluo squeezed the invoice she had just paid in her hand, rolled it up and stuffed it into her pocket.Li Qinghe couldn't bear to talk about being discharged from the hospital eight times a day.

It had been three days, and the three days in the hospital made him feel extremely novel.

There is no long and terrifying night, no voices from people who have nothing to do with him around him, and no old Zhang's nagging.He had never slept so well.Those people and things all rolled away like smoke.

After the two left the hospital, they walked on the street.

At the moment, there are few people and few cars.The breath is filled with liquefied white gas.

"Going back to school?"

"Yeah." Li Qinghe tightened his clothes, and Li Xiluo.To be precise, it belonged to Xu Yitang.

He didn't care, what Li Xiluo wore and gave him was Li Xiluo's.

He smelled the fragrance on the clothes.

The breath of sandalwood and cypress is entangled in the cold winter wind, rich and bitter, blending with the body temperature and then mixed with a little bit of lingering, the medicinal fragrance mixed with cedar and cardamom has a trace of pure and clear sweetness, It's like someone put on his coat for you in the cold winter, surrounded by the fierce winter, the infinite temptation and gentleness of the temperature on your shoulders make you addicted to it, and you are fascinated by the fragrance every step you take.Like a boy smoking a cigarette with a smirk, leaning against the wall and reaching out to you when your face is full of injuries, asking if you want to go with him, flamboyant yet graceful, yuppie yet gentle.

Let you be caught off guard and indulge in it.

That day Li Xiluo was also smoking a cigarette and laughing badly...

It wasn't until someone lightly flicked his head that Li Qinghe came back to his senses, feeling extremely embarrassed.

"What are you thinking about? Still cold? I think your head will be tucked into your collar after a while."

Li Qinghe turned his head and saw Li Xiluo with smiling eyes, his heart trembled.

"I'll call you a car, I won't be back, I still have five thousand words of self-criticism, alas, what should I do, I won't be able to write it for another week." Li Xiluo raised her head pretentiously Looking at the sky at 45 degrees, trying to interpret the infinite sadness of non-mainstream teenagers.

"Me, how about I...write it for you?" Li Qinghe leaned forward and whispered.

Li Xiluo also moved forward and imitated him and said, "That's no good, what should Lao Zhang do if he finds out? Maybe you will be punished too."

Seeing him bow his head in thought, he wanted to scare him again, "It's not a big deal if this is discovered, you still have to call your parents, um, maybe you'll be kicked out of your key class."

"I'm not afraid."

"What?" Li Xiluo couldn't help asking when he heard what the young man whispered.

"I'm not afraid, and I'm not afraid of being punished. It doesn't matter if you don't enter the sixth class." Li Qinghe said it again.Clear and firm.

Li Xiluo looked at the young man whose eyes were full of sincerity, pursed his lower lip, and couldn't say anything else, "You really are, you believe everything others say..."

Li Xiluo leaned against the traffic light pole at the intersection with his hands in his pockets, and there was a young man standing at the bottom of the steps looking up at him slightly.Li Xiluo felt that he was very much like his neighbor's kid right now.

"Why aren't you my sister?

"Because I'm a man."

"No, all boys have short hair, only my sister has long hair."

"The elder sister with long hair is the elder brother."

Li Xiluo was full of nonsense and began to talk nonsense.

"Ah~ Then what should I call you?"

"Call me brother."

"why?"

"what why?"

"You said you were a brother...sister with long hair?"

"Then you have to call me Brother Cool"

"why?"

"Because I have long hair."

"Why?" The child still didn't give up.

"Why are there so many? You are such a curious baby."

"Call Brother Cool."

"Brother Cool."

"Hey, good boy. Let's go play." Li Xiluo was deceived by the child and called him cool brother a lot, before leaving, he took a lollipop from the child.

Looking at the sincere and deceitful young man in front of him, Li Xiluo couldn't help laughing.

Li Qinghe blinked his eyes, looked at the corners of Li Xiluo's mouth and hurriedly lowered his head, the corners of his mouth could not help but curl up slightly.

Li Xiluo took out her mobile phone from her pocket, and a taxi app showed that the taxi she called was still 3 minutes away from where they were standing.

Li Xiluo squeezed the phone, "Do you... have a phone?"

"Well, yes, that day... when I ran out, I didn't bring..."

"Ok."

Before putting it in his pocket, Li Xiluo handed the phone to Li Qinghe, "Then... leave a phone number for easy contact."

Li Qinghe looked at the mobile phone in front of him, and was stunned for three seconds before he could react.

"Oh, I, cough." Li Qinghe quickly took it.

"There is no password to unlock the screen."

"……what."

Li Qinghe kept staring at the dial page after clicking a few times on the phone.

Li Xiluo turned her head to look at Li Qinghe.

The two looked at each other for three seconds.

"Did you forget your phone number?"

"I forgot... my phone number."

The two spoke at the same time.Li Qinghe lowered his head, blushing unreasonably.

Li Xiluo took the phone, stared at the three numbers on the page and blinked: Is there anyone who doesn't remember their phone number?

After thinking about it, Li Xiluo said, "Well, you should remember my mobile phone number first, and then contact me later."

"okay."

Li Xiluo felt all over his body and only found a pen in his fart pocket. It was a pencil. Maybe he put it in during art training in case the teacher couldn't find the pen during the demonstration.

Okay, I have a pen, but where the hell can I find paper? !

Li Xiluo tentatively asked Li Qinghe: "Do you have paper on you?"

Li Qinghe shook his head: "No."

That's right, the child escaped from the house, shrank into a corner, and did not bring anything with him.

"How about writing it on your hand?"

So he saw the child cautiously make a suggestion and cautiously extend a hand.

Li Xiluo looked at that hand.

"Fuck!" This he-mother is a pencil, it can't write at all!

Li Xiluo was so annoyed that she touched the cigarette in her pocket.

Half a minute later, Li Qinghe got into the car holding a small piece of tinfoil cigarette paper.

Li Xiluo leaned against the pillar with a cigarette in his mouth to smoke. A spam text message came in. Li Xiluo swipe to delete it. He looked at the three numbers on the dial page: 158 and then what? 8 what? 88888888888 remembered the half piece of paper he tore from the cigarette case after scratching all over his body, even Li Qing and his palms, and couldn't help laughing at the ground.

After laughing for a while, I realized that the fuck is still on the street, like a crazy person, I stopped laughing immediately, and couldn't help but start laughing again after a while.

"Hold"

Li Xiluo walked back with the corner of her mouth pressed, preparing to go to Xu Yitang's house.

I don't know if the irritability and depression these days have been diluted by the wind in the street, or his brain is pumped, and he can't help laughing when he thinks about it.

"Fuck, idiot."

……

Li Qinghe didn't go back to school first, he wanted to go home to get his cell phone first.

I want to write down the string of numbers he pinched all the way and save it in his mobile phone.

Li Qinghe got off the car a few streets away from his home. He didn't want to meet Li Yongfu, let alone involve Li Xiluo in the slightest.

Li Xiluo got out of the car while the driver looked at the surrounding buildings in disbelief.

He walked through the alleys full of demolished buildings on both sides, turned into a familiar and unfamiliar alley, hesitated at the door for a while, and entered the house.

No one, Li Yongfu was not at home as expected.However, his family is no longer what it looks like.

Those people should have smashed Li Yongfu's house while he ran out to hide.

Everything of value was removed, although there was very little of it.

Li Qinghe sat in his messy home, full of confusion.

Li Yongfu previously had a job working in a nearby water plant, and was later tricked into contracting DB. The poison is not too big, Li Yongfu wins and loses, and gradually cannot extricate himself.The houses on the line north of Li Qinghe's house were all demolished, and the houses on the line south of his house were not within the scope of demolition, so they remained intact.

But Li Yongfu was jealous.

Seeing other people eating and drinking with the demolition funds, and some people even living a life of luxury, he felt that it was unfair, and felt that God was not fair at all. It's not pleasing to the eye, and the beatings and scolding are even worse from time to time. After venting, he will drink, lie on the ground and cry, and then go to play with those people and win two bottles of wine.

Repeatedly, Li Qinghe felt that the gears of fate turned every day until he was squeezed and hanged.In the end, only some viscous blood flowed out, not even residue left.

Now, looking at the smashed and messy home, he feels that it is no different from those demolished houses.

He suddenly remembered something, opened the smashed door, opened the smashed bed board with a hole in it, and took out the mobile phone.

Fortunately, it was not found.

Press and hold the power switch, and after 3 minutes, the phone will turn on.

Fortunately, not bad.

He put his mobile phone in his pocket, found another big plastic bag, took out some of his clothes from under the dusty wooden cabinet that had been kicked upside down and smashed several big holes, and packed some things that belonged to him. Hastily ran out of the home he hadn't felt at home since his mother left.

He ran for a long distance, and was afraid of meeting Li Yongfu and debtors, so he took a detour, which was covered with reinforced concrete and mud.

He ran for a while, found an inconspicuous broken building, and hid in it.

Turning inside is a collapsed building, four or five stories high, with a clean and tidy small yard underneath.The west wall of the small courtyard has completely collapsed, half of the south wall has collapsed, and the other half is crooked and trembling in the wind.

Li Qinghe walked inside, put the bag of things he was carrying on his back in the corner, and squatted down against the corner.

Li Qinghe looked at the dilapidated courtyard.The wall he was leaning against was still clean, as if it had been demolished just after it was painted with new paint. There was a large tank by the wall to the west, not for water storage, but for viewing.

In the southwest corner, there are two wooden stakes standing crookedly in the turning block, and half of the rope is still hanging on the wooden stakes that are about to fall, precariously falling in the wind.Presumably it was a swing before.

The wall on the north side has not yet collapsed, but there are many potted plants beside the wall.Big pots and small pots, the plants in them are big and small, but they are all withered, leaving only dry black and yellow flesh tissue, which has been dried by the wind, struggling to retain the posture and pain of life. This dilapidated ruin shows that there is no escape from withering and disappearance.

Li Qinghe piled up the swivels at his feet and sat down.

He reached into his pocket and took out his phone.In the howling cold wind, he clicked on the deposit account page, and reached out to touch the cigarette paper he had been pinching all the way.

Li Qinghe's expression froze.

He put the phone aside and went to touch it carefully again.

No.

He was wearing Li Xiluo's coat, but he searched all the pockets but did not see the piece of paper.

Where have you been?

Where did it go!

He anxiously took out his pocket over and over again but didn't see it.

"Where have you been?"

"Where is it!"

"Where the hell is it?!"

Li Qinghe was talking to himself, his mind went blank.

He turned to look through the bag that contained all his things.

Because his hands were shaking constantly, he couldn't untie the tied bag no matter what. He tore the plastic bag hard and the contents fell out.

Li Xiluo rummaged through his clothes, there were four pieces in total, two pairs of trousers, a brown leather notebook, and a yellowed photo remained.

No more.

Everything turned over, no.

He breathed hurriedly, and the hot air he exhaled swirled in the air, condensed into small water droplets, floated in the air, and then disappeared immediately.

Li Qinghe felt that he was going to be out of breath, he hugged his head and shrank in the corner, "Where did you go?"

"Where did you go!"

"Why can't I find it!"

"Why?!"

"give me back…"

"give me back!"

He flipped through the only few things frantically, and threw them out fiercely.Hot tears flowed down his cheeks, and when the wind blew them into freezing drops, they hung on his face and dripped into the cracks in the bricks.

"Please, give it back to me...Give it back to me..."

He choked up and knelt on the ground, floating on the sea like a ferryman who had lost everything, and any wind could kill him in the deep sea.

Suddenly Li Qing paused.

He unzipped his jacket and reached into the inside pocket of his school jacket with a trembling hand.

A piece of folded cigarette paper was in his hand.

That little piece of cigarette paper kept shaking.

No, it was the person holding him shaking.

Li Qinghe carefully opened the small piece of cigarette paper, and there was a string of numbers on it.

He looked at the eleven numbers that he would have memorized long ago.

Li Qinghe instantly felt that nothing could be happier than this.

At least, now he can't think of it.

He felt that his heart was warm, like a hot current flowing slowly from the heart to his limbs, making his limbs no longer stiff.Then a little flower burst out from the bottom of my heart with a "bang".

Nothing could be happier than this.

He wiped away his tears, carefully saved the eleven numbers, and when he wrote the words Li Xiluo in the remark, he felt his heart was pecked by a little sparrow, and it was numb and itchy.

He was still holding the piece of tinfoil in his left hand, and gently rubbed the pad of his index finger against the back, feeling the number bumps on the back of the paper kissing the lines on his fingertips. There were two people in his address book from today.

The two most important people to him.

He leaned his head against the wall, breathed a sigh of relief, and involuntarily closed his eyes.Until a deep and slightly lazy "Hello" came from the phone.

Moreover, this voice is familiar to him.

He opened his eyes suddenly, and saw that the phone was in the middle of a call. When the caller Li Xiluo, he felt that his brain couldn't turn around for a moment, and stared blankly at the constantly beating numbers on the phone. He was on the phone 00:06 .

"Qinghe?"

Hearing Li Xiluo calling his name, Li Qinghe came back to his senses suddenly, and put the phone to his left ear, "Ah...it's me..."

"Why didn't you speak just now?"

Li Qinghe heard Li Xiluo laugh lightly, and heard his voice coming from the receiver, it was like Li Xiluo chuckling in his ear.

He put his phone away and rubbed his ears.

"speak?"

He laughed again, with indescribable ease in his entire tone.

Li Qinghe reached out and rubbed his ears again.

stop laughing.

"I, I got home and took out my phone."

"have you eaten?"

"Ah I……"

He didn't expect Li Xiluo to ask him if he had eaten, and he didn't know how to answer for a while.

"That's why I haven't eaten."

"Ah."

"Eat first, then go back to school, go to school, and tell Lao Zhang about the situation first. Don't touch the wound for two days, and don't touch the wound that is about to heal. Remember to apply medicine every day, and find a classmate if you can't reach it...forget it Anyway, be careful."

Li Qinghe looked at the medicine he had thrown aside, quickly picked it up, patted the dirt on it, and held it in his arms.

Listening to Li Xiluo's explanation sentence by sentence, listening to his gentle and tired voice, he felt that every word Li Xiluo said crawled into his ears and directly into his heart.

Li Qinghe gently scratched the phone case with his left index finger, and gave a soft "hmm".

"Oh, by the way, you, you said to help me write the review...does that count?" Li Xiluo asked suddenly, his tone full of smiles.

"Forget...forget!"

Li Qinghe answered quickly.

"Then... what if you are recognized?" Li Xiluo asked intentionally with the intention of teasing a child.

"Then, can I try to imitate your handwriting?"

Li Xiluo listened to Li Qinghe's question in a low voice, and felt that it was impossible for this child to grow up in such an environment.It's really...so soft.

"Okay. But my handwriting is very sloppy, probably the kind that you can't even read. Is that okay? Xueba?"

Li Qinghe heard Li Xiluo's deliberate teasing, and was embarrassed, but also a little happy.

In the end, the two discussed it, and Li Qinghe blushed and waited for Li Xiluo to hang up.

Li Qinghe had seen Li Xiluo's handwriting.

The Qing Dynasty is slender and the pen is sharp.

Li Qinghe never forgot the first time he saw it.

He looked at his right hand, the tip of his ear was slightly red.

The author has something to say: It rained heavily today!

Yes, there are only two people in Qinghe's phone address book.

They are all very important to him.

Brother Luo is not the first haha.

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