secret galaxy

Fengming Road, Liang Qian was not familiar with this place name, but when Sun Juan mentioned it, he felt a slight impression.

It's just that the memory of it is too weak, like a flower in the mirror of water, racking my brains for a long time, but I still get nothing.

After Sun Juan was interrupted by Duan Xinghe, she changed the topic, from the wool ball to the children's childhood, three of the five sentences revolved around Duan Xiaoyou, talking about old things over and over again.

When he first entered the door, Liang Qian felt that Sun Juan was a completely normal person. After sitting for a long time, he realized that her spirit was indeed damaged to some extent, and her mood fluctuated violently.If she can't express herself, she will quickly become irritable and forgetful. Sometimes she forgets the next sentence just after saying the previous sentence.

Fortunately, both Liang Qian and Duan Xinghe were patient listeners. They chatted with her stumblingly, answered the conversation just right, and adjusted the atmosphere very warmly.

Liang Qian typed on his mobile phone: "The Provincial Writers Association has a meeting. My sister took Xiaoyou to Sanya to play, and sent me a photo. Do you want to show it to your aunt?"

After Duan Xinghe finished reading, he hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

"Mom, Xiaoyou is in Sanya now, there are photos, do you want to see—"

Before she finished speaking, Sun Juan stood up excitedly, and shouted: "Sanya? Why did you go to Sanya? Why didn't you follow? Ah!"

"With my aunt," Liang Qian hurriedly made a rescue, pushing the phone in front of Sun Juan, "Auntie, take a look at her photo, how happy Xiaoyou is."

Sun Juan is a typical city woman with a low level of education and a stubborn and prejudiced understanding of the world. In her opinion, Liang Qian's status and family conditions all show that he belongs to a "world" that is beyond her reach. The upper class", so she was very polite to Liang Qian and convinced her. When she heard what he said, she calmed down temporarily and looked at the photos on her phone.

One second he was trembling with anger, and the next second when he saw his daughter on the screen, he suddenly sobbed softly with red eyes.In the photo, Duan Xiaoyou is standing under a lush palm tree, wearing a floral dress, holding a big coconut in his arms, and smiling slightly at the camera.

"Any more?" she begged hoarsely.

Liang Qian slid back and showed the photos sent by Yao Xuyun one by one. Duan Xinghe also walked over and stared at the photos.They stood close together, forming a small circle, like a family.

After having lunch in the canteen of the nursing home, Liang Qian and Duan Xinghe were going back to Yuzhou.Sun Juan sent them off reluctantly, thanked Liang Qian a thousand times, and beat Duan Xinghe inside and out, letting him have a good relationship with this old classmate.

She wanted to go home, so she dragged Duan Xinghe and chattered: "Living here, spending so much money every month is meaningless. I'm completely healed now, and I can go back to Yuzhou to find a job, even if it's a dishwashing job." , How much to earn, you will have more places to spend your money in the future."

Duan Xinghe said: "I know, if you take care of me again, I will pick you up during the Chinese New Year, and I won't be able to live in the future."

With hope, Sun Juan murmured "good, good" and watched them leave the building.

The rain had stopped, the world was shrouded in a cloud of gray mist, and the smell of mud permeated everywhere.After turning right and stepping onto the road leading to the parking lot, the burning feeling finally disappeared.Duan Xinghe relaxed, as if he had escaped from a stuffy cage, and his breathing rate accelerated.

Liang Qian touched Duan Xinghe's fist, opened his fingers, hooked them lightly, and asked, "What's wrong?"

His eyebrows and eyes were deep, and when he became serious, he would send out a reliable signal. Duan Xinghe met his gaze, opened his lips slightly, and shook his head again.

The car drove away from the nursing home, and the moist white mist drifted past the window.

Duan Xinghe looked in the rearview mirror with a very indifferent expression and empty eyes, and suddenly said: "Liang Qian, if I said that sometimes I think my mother is vulgar, would you—"

"Wearing colored glasses to see you?" Liang Qian took the words thoughtfully, and gave him a firm look, "No."

Sun Juan is indeed a bit snobbish. Her life experience and living environment have created such a character, which is understandable.And Duan Xinghe felt embarrassed by his mother's behavior, which is even more human, there is nothing to blame.

But remembering that Sun Juan was furious because Duan Xiaoyou went to Sanya, she couldn't help complaining for Duan Xinghe: "Your mother should care more about Xiaoyou, right?"

Duan Xinghe has no complaints: "This is what it should be."

Liang Qian glanced at him, and Duan Xinghe said: "But my parents are also very good to me. I have never been hungry since I was a child." He tried hard to explain, trying to reassure Liang Qian, and raised some An example from childhood, trying to prove that I had a happy childhood.

Liang Qian endured his sadness and smiled softly: "Then have you thought about finding your biological parents?"

Duan Xinghe said simply: "No."

Liang Qian gave a "hmm" and looked at the dark circles under his eyes that had been hanging for several days: "Let's sleep again."

Duan Xinghe shook his head, saying that he was not sleepy anymore, then he opened the book and started to do the questions.

After five o'clock in the afternoon, they returned to Yuzhou, had dinner outside the community, and then bought a ham sausage for the general.

As usual, the general lay down on the lawn in front of Building A03 and licked his paws. When he saw Duan Xinghe, he gave a reserved "meow".

Liang Qian smiled and said, "Strange, I'm not in a hurry today."

"Someone may have fed it." Duan Xinghe tore open the package of ham sausage, broke it into pieces, and fed it to the general.

The general ate a few mouthfuls, was full, refused to open his mouth again, and rubbed his calf affectionately, calmly expressing his liking for the human being in front of him.

Duan Xinghe looked at the half of the ham sausage left in his hand, hesitated for a moment, then turned his head and handed it to Liang Qian.

Liang Qian felt aggrieved: "Give me what the cat doesn't want." Complaining was the only complaint, and he ate it from Duan Xinghe's hand with a happy face.

He was full of thoughts about the words "Fengming Road", but he didn't show a trace of anxiety. After returning home, he chose a sofa farthest from Duan Xinghe, and secretly opened the map software to check the location.

Fengming Road is a small road, located in the old city, two kilometers to the north, where Duan Xinghe's old house is located.

It seems that they have actually met.Liang Qian double-clicked to enlarge the map, observed the surrounding buildings silently, and was attracted by a French restaurant.

This string of letters seemed familiar, he seemed to have been there before.when is itLiang Qian clicked on WeChat, searched around but didn't see Wen Weizhe, and then remembered that he had blocked him.

He released people from the blacklist and sent a message. After a while, Wen Weizhe replied: "Liang Qian, you are too inhuman!"

This guy's psychological endurance is extremely poor. It's been more than a month, and he still can't accept Liang Qian's relationship with Duan Xinghe. He is busy taking care of his pregnant wife every day, and he can still gossip. pull black.Now that I have a need for someone, I can only calmly appease him: "Yes, I am not a human being."

He quickly typed: "Let me ask you something, do you remember that one summer vacation, you insisted on asking me to eat in a western restaurant?"

"Remember, the third year of junior high school... the summer vacation after the high school entrance examination. At the end of June." Wen Weizhe was curious, "What's the matter, you want to eat again? At that time, it claimed to be the most authentic French food in the city, but now it seems that's it. "

"Is that restaurant near Fengming Road?"

Wen Weizhe sent a series of voice messages, Liang Qian lowered the volume, put the phone to his ear, and heard him say: "I forgot, it seems to be. I just remember that it cost [-] to [-]. The first time we When we went there, we were told that we were not allowed to enter because of our poor attire. In the end, you used your three-inch tongue, reasoned with the waiter, and let us in after the conversation broke down. At that time, I thought Brother Qian was awesome , in the future, the son will definitely inherit the father's business, how about it, is it fulfilled now?"

"You really have the guts to say that you guys were more than an hour late, and I almost got sunstroke from the sun on the basketball court."

Liang Qian recalled what happened that day, and many forgotten details gradually shook off the dust and became clear.He saw himself sitting on the hot concrete floor, leaning against the green fence, holding a basketball and waiting for a few friends.The air was dry, and there was a fiery sun hanging in the blue sky. He was thirsty and hot, and drowsy.Other images also flashed through my mind: a wretched old man with a vague face, a beautiful but weak woman, a colorful child, his exclusive errands...

women, children...

Liang Qian shuddered, and the phone hit his knee with a "boom".He stared straight at Duan Xinghe's back, unable to recover for a long time.

It turned out to be him, it turned out to be him.

In the summer of 2009, Liang Qian finished his senior high school entrance examination and lived a lazy and comfortable life with nothing to do.The same goes for his friends, who have too much energy. They make appointments all day long to play basketball, go to Internet cafes, watch the excitement everywhere, and try their best to have fun.

In that year, Nokia was not bankrupt, Liang Qian was still using N96, Yuzhou New District had just been developed, Metro Line [-] was under construction, and the appearance of the city was very different from what it is today.

Wen Weizhe heard that there was a new French restaurant in the city, it was very authentic, and foreigners were full of praise, so he wanted to find something new, and called a few brothers to visit the restaurant.

Liang Qian didn't want to go because he didn't like western food, and the temperature that day was 35°C, which was annoying.Wen Weizhe said softly, saying that there is a public basketball court on Fengming Road nearby, and they can play by the way.

Liang Qian was practicing basketball skills hard at that time, and he was a little moved when he heard the word "basketball court". Then he thought that staying at home alone would be boring, so he agreed.

He took a bus to the neighborhood, but he didn't know where Fengming Road was, so he had to take a taxi.The roads in the old city were full of potholes, and the traffic was very congested. Liang Qian dozed off with a basketball in his arms. When he arrived at his destination, he saw that it was really broken.

Being broken also has its advantages. There was no one in the stadium, which gave him room to play to his fullest.Liang Qian threw dozens of balls, felt dizzy, pulled his collar to fan the wind, and planned to find a place to rest for a while.Looking around, only the west side of the basketball court is next to the sidewalk, with a little shade, so I walked over lazily and sat on the steps to play Tetris.

He leaned against the fence net of the stadium, with sidewalks behind him, and there were sporadic vendors setting up stalls around him, and business was bleak.

Not long after sitting down, someone came over, cleared his throat "hohohoh", and spit thick phlegm on the ground.Liang Qian glanced at him in disgust. He was a slightly fat man with a parted hair, thick eyebrows and nose, and a shiny face.

The man walked under the banyan tree and flirted with the female sock stall owner. The two seemed to know each other.Liang Qian turned his head and continued playing the game, the cicadas chirped sharply, but it couldn't cover up the man's glib tone.

He told obscene jokes without restraint, using the white steamed bun in his hand as a metaphor for a woman's breasts, implying the combination of genitals obscenely and vulgarly, and deliberately raised his voice to say that he saw the female stall owner messing with others , with a threatening tone.

That woman is like a stuffy gourd, she can only weakly say things like "make room", "don't stop me from selling things".

Liang Qian was dizzy from the sun, and the obscenities in his ears aggravated his irritability, so he stood up "噗" and kicked the fence.

This little movement didn't disturb the man's good interest. He rubbed against the female stall owner vigorously, and tried to touch her hand. After being thrown away, he became a little annoyed and scolded the other party, "I want to set up an archway even if I'm a bitch."

Liang Qian picked up the basketball, patted it on the spot twice to find the feel, then aimed, jumped, and shot.

"Bang—" The basketball hit the stupid head with precision.

The man staggered and almost fell, his face flushed, he looked left and right, and growled, "Fuck it, what kind of grandson is it!"

Liang Qian stepped on the steps of the stadium and said condescendingly: "Your grandfather and me."

"Little bastard," the other party saw that he was young and rolled up his sleeves to teach him a lesson. Liang Qian stood in the fence and smiled confidently: "Come in if you have the ability."

"Fuck," the man opened his mouth with a series of vicious curses, yelling that he had a concussion, and reached out to grab Liang Qian's clothes, planning to blackmail him for a sum of money.Liang Qian disliked his dirty hands, and took a step back. The man was anxious, staring at his cloudy eyes: "If you have the ability, don't fucking run away, I will go over now!"

He was holding on to the fence and was about to turn over when a dilapidated bicycle suddenly appeared at a fast speed and ran straight towards the man.

Liang Qian felt that the car could not stop, and reminded: "Hey, hey, take it easy!"

"Damn it!" The man dodged in embarrassment, gave a "Pooh" resentment, picked up the things that fell on the ground, and walked away with a sullen face.

After rushing for a while, the bicycle finally stopped. A thin boy jumped off, hurried to the female stall owner, asked something in a low voice, and then turned to Liang Qian and said, "Thank you."

He was wearing a gray baseball cap, short, dark and thin, with colorful paint splashed all over his clothes, and he looked ashen.

"You're welcome." Liang Qian raised his voice and said to the plump female stall owner: "Auntie, this kind of person is a strong outsider, but what are you afraid of him doing? Next time, just take a knife and see if he dares."

The woman was submissive, flustered and embarrassed, and lowered her head to straighten the stockings on the stall.

"Little friend," Liang Qian pointed to the basketball that rolled under the banyan tree, "help me pick it up."

The boy froze for a moment, trotted to help him pick up the basketball, and threw it into the field through the fence.Liang Qian caught it and said, "Thank you."

He sat down again, called those who were late, and scolded them one by one.

It was so hot that Liang Qian was so thirsty that his throat was smoking, and he wanted to buy a bottle of water, but the exit of the basketball court was on the other side 200 meters away, and he thought it was far away, so he was too lazy to walk around.

Turning around inadvertently, I found that the colorful boy moved a stool and sat next to his mother, watching him secretly. When he met Liang Qian's gaze, he turned to the other side to cover up.

"Hey," Liang Qian smiled, slapped the basketball "bang bang" to attract his attention, then raised his index finger, "Come here."

The boy walked forward obediently, with his head slightly lowered, the brim of his hat covering his brows and eyes.Liang Qian took out 20 yuan and said, "Can you buy me a bottle of water?"

The boy nodded, took the money, and Liang Qian said, "You can also buy a bottle."

100 meters north of the sidewalk, there is a newsstand selling magazines and drinks.The boy returned quickly and handed the Coke and change to Liang Qian. Liang Qian was slightly surprised: "You didn't buy it?"

"I'm not thirsty."

"What grade are you in?" Liang Qian unscrewed the bottle cap, raised his neck and poured it vigorously.

The other party said, "Grand one."

Liang Qian almost sprayed Coke, and wiped the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand: "You are the first grader!"

He looked at each other up and down. The kid was just over 1.6 meters tall, with slender arms and a frail body. It looked like he hadn't developed yet.

"What about you?"

"Me?" Liang Qian smiled and showed a row of white teeth, "I am a senior."

The boy raised his face in surprise, revealing a pair of bright and warm eyes.

Liang Qian pointed to the paint on his clothes: "How did you get it? Don't be bullied."

"In the Children's Palace, I accidentally bumped into someone."

Liang Qian joked with a smile: "Return to the Children's Palace, the children who go to the Children's Palace are all children."

The boy retorted unconvinced: "I'm here to help."

"That's a child too." Liang Qian put an ice-cola on his forehead to cool down, "You look malnourished, drink more milk, you know?"

The boy didn't answer, and didn't walk away. He looked at Liang Qian through the green net, and asked after a while, "Are you suffering from heat stroke?"

"Maybe," Liang Qian sat down on the ground, "a little dizzy."

"I'll go buy Huoxiang Zhengqi water for you."

"Don't!" Liang Qian hated that smell the most, and felt like vomiting when he smelled it. He rubbed his temples and said, "It will be fine after a rest."

He closed his eyes, took a few deep breaths, and gently pressed the root of his nose.After a while, my mind became clearer, so I turned my neck and moved my cervical spine.As soon as he moved, his forehead touched something soft.

Opening his eyes, the little boy was pulling his right hand out of the grid.Liang Qian was stunned for two seconds, and suddenly realized that he was protecting himself from the sun.

"Thank you." He was a little moved.

The boy shook his head.

Liang Qian stood up again, lifted the basketball vigorously, and raised his eyebrows with a smile: "Come in to play? My brother will teach you."

The boy was hesitant, when Wen Weizhe and Shen Huazhi arrived, and they wailed "Brother Qian" as soon as they entered the basketball court.

"I'll fuck you!" Liang Qian threw the basketball at them, went to settle the accounts aggressively, and said goodbye to the boy before leaving.

"Are you coming tomorrow?" the boy asked.

"I don't know, maybe."

Liang Qian went to that basketball court twice later, both with Wen Weizhe and the others.Every time I go, the children are there, sitting beside their mother obediently and helping to sell things.

Sometimes when the basketball rolled to the sidelines, Liang Qian ran over to pick it up, and would wave or whistle at him.

More often, he lay sweating profusely on the concrete floor, pillowing his arm, watching the white clouds in the blue sky.

Their drinks were all bought by that child. Among them, Shen Huazhi's family conditions were relatively poor. Liang Qian often invited him to dinner, so he took the initiative to undertake the task of running errands. When everyone was tired and paralyzed, he took the money to the west of the basketball court. side, beckoning the child to come over and ask him to help buy water.

"Buy him a bottle too, I'm always troublesome." Liang Qian said.

But the kid never spent his money and always served them silently.

Liang Qian still remembered that the last time he went to the basketball court on Fengming Road, Shen Huazhi came back with a drink and said casually, "That kid is painting, and he is quite versatile."

After he heard this, a carp sat up straight, waved to the sidewalk on the west side, and shouted: "Make me handsome!"

"Crazy," Wen Weizhe burst out laughing, "They didn't draw you."

Liang Qian said, "I'm teasing him, what's the matter?"

He didn't expect that fate also likes to make jokes. He teased the children, but ended up involving himself in it.