Two pots of water

Tan was the most silent, neither believed nor dared to say no.

In fact, Kutcher had revealed the answer to this question in the last semester.

That day, Qin Zui and Jiang Chu had just returned to school separately, and when he learned that Lao Du was going to get married, he was dragged to eat hot pot by Kang Che.

Tan Zui forgot what he was talking about with Kang Che.

I just remember that Kang Che casually said while cooking the meat: "No one can say what will happen in the future when it comes to relationships. If you can delay with the family, you can delay it. Don't get too hot-headed. You can't go wrong with this."

Tan felt the emotion of "repression" most rarely that day.

He still clearly remembered that what made him depressed was not whether Lao Du got married or not.

Instead, I thought of two "ifs" about Jiang Chu——

If Jiang Chu wants to get married.

If it was Jiang Chu and his parents, he broke up and couldn't go home.

At that time, Tan was the most bored, and he had never thought about these two "ifs" before that day.

From the bottom of his heart, he acquiesced that neither of these two things would happen, and he couldn't understand why he was suddenly depressed by these two "impossible" things.

Now he understands.

The status quo of Kang Che and Du Miaomiao, like two roads extending from the same fork in the road, develops in two extreme and completely different directions, which inevitably affects him.

Qin knew that sooner or later, he and Jiang Chu would also stand at this fork in the road.

The root cause of his depression and annoyance was that he vaguely realized that day: if one of these two things had to happen to Jiang Chu one day, then it would be better than letting Jiang Chu go through the torment of being unable to return home. , he would rather accept Jiang Chu to "marry".

"Did you notice a problem?" Kang Che leaned on the chair, stretched his legs and scratched his ankles, looked up at Tan Zui, and signaled that he had something to say.

"The subject of the two possibilities you set up is 'Jiang Chu'." Kang Che said, "So it has nothing to do with how you decide, you have to let people think for themselves..."

Qin Zui turned to look at him.

Conche paused, "Ah" and nodded, "So you came to my place."

"Does your brother know what you mean by coming here?" He changed his mind and asked, "Don't you come here without saying anything."

"Say it." Qin Zui said.

"What's his reaction?" Kang Che raised his eyebrows.

Tan Zui sighed softly: "He said I'm awesome."

"... Fuck." Kang Che couldn't help laughing.

He saw Tan Zui standing here in a daze for a long time without speaking, and knew that he was really uncomfortable.He also really wanted to be curious about the relationship between the two brothers, and to talk to Tan Zui and analyze it.

It stands to reason that he can sincerely empathize from the perspective of the two brothers.

But when he heard the phrase "really awesome" out of nowhere, thinking about Jiang Chu's casually handsome face, he couldn't help it.

"Your brother is really awesome." Kang Che laughed for a long time before stopping.

His nose was sore from laughing, and he rubbed his nose with an "hey" sound: "Is he so stressed out?"

"I'm angry." Tan Zui tapped his phone and swiped WeChat twice, Jiang Chu ignored him after talking about buying a pillow.He locked the screen again.

"He's never been very sick," Qin Zui couldn't help but frown when he thought of Jiang Chu's state of running a fever. Going on, the whole person is not in good condition, and having a meal with his mother can make two bubbles in the corner of the mouth."

"On the day his friend got married, I got angry with him. He was driving, and he could kick the accelerator when he was waiting for a red light." Tan Zui closed his eyes, threw his head back heavily, and hit the back of his head on the back of the sofa.

These words probably lingered in Tan Zui's heart for a whole summer. Kang Che had been with his classmate for a whole year, and he had never heard him say so many words in one breath.

He didn't make a sound, and waited quietly for Tan Zui for a while.

Look at Tan Zui's hand resting on his leg clenched into a fist, like an unconscious patient with anxiety disorder, pinching each knuckle back and forth repeatedly with the fingertip of his thumb.

"Did you two have a good chat? Think about it together." After 2 minutes, Kang Che continued to ask, shaking the cigarette ash that fell on the beach pants.

"He doesn't say anything." Tan Zui opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling, "he didn't tell me anything."

"Is there a nail scissors on the sofa? Pass it to me." Kang Che pointed at the sofa and didn't know which part was in the air, "I don't want to make you angry, you just run away with your butt Can't he be more uncomfortable?"

Tan was the most stunned, and frowned again: "He doesn't say anything, I can only watch him suffer, does it feel better?"

"The problem is that you are a student, even if he tells you..." Kang Che interrupted himself for the second time in the middle of speaking.

"That's right." Kang Che thought again, wondering if he remembered himself, nodded and added inexplicably, "People look at things from different angles."

Tan Zui lifted the blanket and fumbled in the cracks of the sofa for a long time before clipping his nails out and throwing them over to Kang Che: "I can't think of any other way, as long as I stay by his side, his mother will call him once a day. He called. He used to answer his mother's phone with a smile, but now he takes a deep breath before answering."

"Following the pressure at home, you have to smile at me when you turn around. All you think about is his mother and my emotions." Tan Zui poured out another cigarette and got angry with a "click", "He is about to be crushed to death gone."

Kang Che understood: "So you take away your pressure first, and want to give him more space and time, so that he can think about it."

Tan lowered his eyelids slightly in self-loathing: "I can't give him anything else."

"Hey, that's enough, I can sing right away." Kang Che switched to the other foot on the chair.

"But you're not afraid that your brother really wants to 'understand'?" He asked Tan Zui again, "You say you can accept it now, will you really accept it then?"

Qin Zui didn't speak, and Du Miaomiao squatted on a park bench and cried like a child appeared in front of his eyes.

Du Miaomiao, who cried the most, seemed to be the bravest one instead.

"What about you? How do you do it?" Tan Zui turned to Kang Che.

It wasn't arguing or provocation, there was no expression on his face, only his eyes were full of irritability, incomprehension, and confusion.

Kanche looked at him for a while, shook his head and smiled, put his ankles on his knees and continued to cut his nails with a "click".

"If I had a good idea back then, I could still stay here with you during such a great summer vacation." He said mockingly.

Jiang Chu slid the phone onto the table, crossed his legs and tilted his legs on the table, and then nestled back into the swivel chair for a moment in a daze.

One semester is three months.

Four weeks a month.

seven days a week.

If we only analyze it in terms of time, Qin Zui is leaving now, but it actually makes sense to think that he only went home for the winter vacation.

It was just before Qin Zui's next vacation, the next half semester seemed a bit long.

On the other hand, the feeling of "longness" is not only reflected in time.

——Jiang Chu himself didn't know whether it was his brother Tan Zui or his puppy Tan Zui who would come back when he was on vacation next time.

Obviously "thinking about it" is what Jiang Chu always thought he should do.

Now that Tan is not at home, he has tens of thousands of idle hours a day to think about it, but he still can't get an answer.

This year, the Qixi Festival passed earlier, and the Mid-Autumn Festival followed suit.

This feeling of bewilderment followed him until before the Mid-Autumn Festival.

"Mr. Chu recently realized that he is so hardworking." After finishing the last order before the Mid-Autumn Festival holiday, Da Ben slumped on the chair and stretched his waist, teasing him, "I haven't seen you lately, so I hurried home after work. "

"Tan Zui went back to school." Jiang Chu replied, checking the date at the bottom right corner of the computer.

It has been less than half a month since Qin Zui came to the present.

In less than half a month, plus the video that Tan Zui had just called at Kang Che's house, they only had three phone calls in total.

The tone and manner of speaking are still the same as before, but Jiang Chu never heard Tan Zui say "I miss you" as a concluding remark.

"School is starting?" Da Ben also checked the time, a little surprised.

"No, I'm too self-conscious about studying, and said I'm going back to school to join the lab." Jiang Chu explained absently.

"Pull it down quickly." Da Ben was delighted when he heard it, "I lied to my mother like this when I went to Chengdu with Baoli in the summer vacation of my sophomore year."

"But I have a second reason, and I'm going to be a volunteer." He added humbly.

Jiang Chu's hand on the keyboard tilted a key, looked down carefully, smiled and pressed it back.

"Ben'er, did your aunt stop you and Baoli from being together to getting married?" He asked suddenly.

"You have nothing to do at home all day to watch mother-in-law and daughter-in-law dramas." Da Ben didn't know what Jiang Chu's problem was, "Why did my mother stop her, Baoli is not a man."

Jiang Chu also felt that he was dizzy, and he was able to ask Da Ben's head when he bumped his lips.

Even if Baoli is really difficult, Baoli will not be the sister who opened her mouth and called the same person as Da Ben.

"You have such a big face." He said casually, "I wonder how the mother-in-law can fall in love with a son-in-law like you who is full of crap."

"Then you can't explain it. True love is just so unreasonable." Da Ben was going to eat at his mother-in-law's house again at night, and continued to enjoy himself while turning his chair in a comfortable mood. "You can't even be jealous."

Da Ben chatted with him, and then Baoli's phone happily slipped away.

Tang Cai and the others in the outhouse also pack up their things, it's time for a holiday, and it's time to get off work.

Jiang Chu sat alone in the company for a while, waiting to answer the call from his mother urging him to go home for dinner.

My mother has been mentioning the Mid-Autumn Festival meal to him since last weekend.

It seems that as long as she doesn't pay attention, Jiang Chu will buy a ticket and run to the neighboring city just like last year's National Day.

When it was almost half past six, the phone rang.

"Mom." Jiang Chu picked it up and said directly, "I just finished my work, so let's go."

"It's just right." Mom didn't sound like she was at home, and the background sound was quite loud, "I met your Aunt Pan when I was doing nursing care, and I bought some things. I'm stuck at the moment, don't go directly to the house , come here and pick us up, and send you Aunt Pan back on the way."

Jiang Chuguang listened to it, but didn't think about which Aunt Pan it was.

He was about to promise to ask his mother to send the location, when he heard a young female voice on the other end of the phone urging: "No need for auntie, I've already got a number here, don't bother..."

"Cancel cancel, don't bother, he will be there as soon as he turns the corner." Mom quickly reported the name of the mall, and hung up the phone with a happy tone.

Qianqian?

Jiang Chu stared at the phone for two seconds, and when he realized it, he put the phone in his pocket helplessly and tiredly, took the car keys and went out.

Just as he locked the courtyard door and walked to the car, before the door handle was pulled open, his phone vibrated again.

"My side is also blocked, Mom, you and Auntie Pan can find a place to sit for a while." Jiang Chu said as he sat in the car and slid on the phone.

"Which Aunt Pan?" Tan Zui's voice came out of the receiver after a pause, with a hint of hesitation.