President, he must be me

Tan Shaochen saw himself standing downstairs in the old house, and his mother was still wearing an apron standing in the common aisle, holding a cane and slapping it on the quilt to dry.

At that time, my mother was very energetic and not sick. Her long and smooth hair was tied to one side, woven into a loose braid, and hung on her chest.He raised his voice and yelled "I'm going out to play", and his mother raised his voice and told him "don't go too far away".

He responded and ran happily in a certain direction.

Only then did Tan Shaochen realize that he was dreaming—this was already 14 or [-] years ago.

Immediately afterwards, the dream changed the scene and went to other nearby buildings.That area is full of these two or three-story townhouses, and all the poor people live in them without money. A family of three or four is squeezed into a [-]-square-meter house.Their house is not bad, there are only him and his mother, so it doesn't seem crowded.

There are a lot of poor people, but few An Xin are poor; as long as he can remember, people have been moving out of townhouses, but no one has moved in.

By the time he was eight, an entire house was empty, unoccupied and untended.At that time, Tan Shaochen's favorite thing was to play on the roof, because no one lived there, and the corridor door leading to the roof was opened by someone and never locked again.

He still remembers very clearly that day, as usual, he wanted to sneak up on the roof to play.

But during that time, there were more dubious people wandering around the townhouse—my mother said the dubious, and told him to be careful not to talk to these people, and to run away if he found something wrong.

But the child didn't know how to be afraid, looking back now, Tan Shaochen felt that he was much more courageous when he was a child than he is now, and no matter what those people did, he would go to the empty house anyway if he had nothing to do, and jump up to the roof, very skilled.

It was the same day in the dream, he took advantage of the fact that there was no one around, and ran up to the third floor in a hurry, and ran through the corridor to go upstairs to the rooftop at the end.But when passing an empty house, he suddenly saw an extra lock on the door.

It's the kind of heavy U-shaped lock that Tan Shaochen has only seen on bicycles.

A child's curiosity and energy are inexhaustible, even if he is as weak as he is, he likes to run and jump around at that time.

For some reason, the door and the door frame are equipped with external locks, as if it was specially used as a warehouse.He leaned over and looked in at the original keyhole; but he couldn't see anything inside, as if it was empty.

At that moment, there were some rustling sounds from the door.

He was taken aback at first, but couldn't hold back his curiosity when he wanted to slip away.

The picture in the dream was so clear, as if it was happening in real life. The wooden boxes piled up with dust next to them were all clearly outlined. After hesitating at the door for a moment, he climbed onto the wooden box and grabbed onto the top of the skylight. edge.

A beam of light from the skylight could not illuminate the entire space at all. He looked in cautiously, and an eye appeared in his field of vision.

That eye was just in the light, and the pupils of the eyes were illuminated by the light, which was clear and bright; but what surprised him the most was that under that eye, there were tear-like traces hanging there.

——Ah, no wonder he found Shen Yanwen's eyes so familiar.

——It turned out that he had seen other people with tear moles like his.

He seems to have returned to his childhood in a dream, and he seems to have borrowed his young body to see the world in his memories.In short, he has no way to influence the actions of "myself". Just like what happened in real life, he climbed on the skylight and stood on tiptoe, struggling to expose his eyes, and whispered: "What are you playing in there?"

The other party answered almost in seconds, but the voice was weak: "...Is there anything to eat, I'm very hungry."

"No," the young Tan Shaochen replied very honestly, "but I have them at home, do you want to eat?"

"Can you give me something to eat..."

"Then tell me what you're playing in there!"

"I'm here, I'm making a bet with others, if I can stay here alone for five days, they will lose." The other party spat out nonsense that even a child could not believe.

"That's not true, you've been locked up." He still thought he was very smart at the time, Tan Shaochen suddenly remembered.

"........."

That eye was half closed, as if depressed by it, and didn't look at him anymore.

At this moment, there was the sound of a man coughing downstairs, followed by the sound of footsteps as leather shoes went upstairs.He subconsciously said: "The bad uncle is coming, I'm leaving."

Tan Shaochen can no longer accurately recall his own thoughts at the time, maybe out of sympathy, maybe because he thought this game of "imprisonment + avoiding bad guys" was very interesting.Before he left, he added, "I'll treat you to dinner again tonight—" Before the owner of that eye could reply, he ran away like a thief, followed the old road to the roof of the townhouse, Played alone all afternoon as usual.

——Could the boy locked up be Shen Yanwen?

--Will not.

——So what, what if not, he has nothing to do with Shen Yanwen, so the question itself is meaningless.

It's just that in his vague and lengthy dream, Tan Shaochen couldn't help overlapping that eye with Shen Yanwen's, as if subconsciously seeking an answer.

Until the vague voice grabbed him and pulled him out of the dream.

"...I know, I know, I'll be here right away, don't rush to know." A familiar voice said, "Four o'clock, I will definitely arrive before four o'clock, and I will invite everyone to drink milk tea if I am late! That's it, Hang up, don't rush anymore..."

Tan Shaochen finally opened his eyelids, and what he saw was a wheat-colored body.the flesh of a man.

The other party is not strong, but stronger than Tan Shaochen, and there is a small line of handwritten tattoos on his side waist, which is just enough English that even Tan Shaochen can understand, "Keepreal".

He looked up again, and it happened that the other party was lighting a cigarette, and he also looked at him: "...Damn, you finally woke up?"

"..."

"Is the fever gone?"

The other party had a cigarette in his mouth, but he didn't have time to light it, so he leaned over to him with it in his mouth, and reached out to touch his forehead.This moment was completely subconscious, Tan Shaochen flinched and avoided the hand.

"...Uh, you can't touch it?" The other party was a little surprised and confused, "Then just wait."

Tan Shaochen watched the other party get up from the ground, wearing jeans and bare feet, thumped into the cabinet, rummaged through it, and took out an electronic thermometer.

Taking advantage of this time, Tan Shaochen looked around in a daze.

Yellowed and delaminated ceilings, walls covered with various rock posters; the place where he is located can barely be called a bed, but in fact there is only a mattress and no bed frame; in front of him is a low square table, covered with sponge foam floor.No matter how you look at this place, how poor it is, and it is so poor that it still has the atmosphere of modern young people.

Laptops and a bunch of weird devices were lying on the ground; the stranger almost got caught by various wires when he came over, and staggered to his side.

The thermometer beeped, and the man said, "Wow, it's still 38 degrees, you should go to the hospital...can you call an ambulance?"

Tan Shaochen looked at his face, and finally recovered his brain: "...ah, you are...that, you want to commit suicide..." "Fuck, don't talk nonsense, who the hell is going to commit suicide," the man scolded Said, "I just drank too much and vomited by the bridge, but you almost strangled me to death."

"I'm sorry..." Tan Shaochen immediately lowered his eyes and apologized, "I made a mistake."

"Don't, don't apologize suddenly." The other party was probably very uncomfortable with this kind of politeness, and he couldn't speak briskly, "I just want to say, I didn't ask for a fuck...you are too kind. Oh yes, Are you asking who I am? My name is Wei Wan, how about you?"

"Tan Shaochen..."

"You were like that last night, and you still worry about whether other people will die or not. You really have a big heart..." Wei Wan read meaningfully, sat on the small square table, lit a cigarette quite casually with his legs crossed .

Good guy, Tan Shaochen is not surprised that he immediately developed a fever after being exposed to the rain.

Faced with weakness and dizziness, he sat up slowly, touched his hot forehead, and said weakly: "...Thank you... Well, what time is it?"

"02:30 p.m."

"what……"

As soon as he heard Wei Wan's time report, Tan Shaochen immediately wanted to get up.But just as he moved his feet to the ground, his upper body swayed uncontrollably for half a circle, as if he would fall down at any time.

Wei Wan hurriedly reached out to pick it up, as if she was afraid that he would fall to the ground: "Don't worry, you have a high fever of 38 degrees, go to sleep for a while. Everyone has been picked up, and I won't be in a hurry to drive you away. Don't worry." Worry……"

"No, I have something urgent..."

"Why is it so urgent, no matter how urgent you are, you have to wait until the fever subsides before going out..." "I'm in a hurry to get a divorce."

Wei Wan pursed her lips and blinked again, apparently not knowing how to answer the conversation.

Tan Shaochen sat on the mattress, covered his eyes to calm himself down, and finally said after a long time: "...Is what you said last night true?"

"What is true and false..."

"I was sold by my family... I was deceived by my feelings and my body... something..." Wei Wan was a little embarrassed, and deliberately turned her eyes away when she said this, "...I thought you were using it to enlighten me .”

"..." Tan Shaochen didn't answer, just touched his body, "Where is my phone?"

"You broke your phone, just when you passed out last night, it fell to the ground." Wei Wan took out a phone with a broken screen into a spider web from the corner, "I really didn't break it."

"...It's okay." Tan Shaochen said, sighing slightly.

"Do you want to call your friend? Use my cell phone."

"...I don't remember his number."

"Then do you know his unit? Give me the name of the unit, and I'll help you with a message later..."

"...Can I say that I don't know?"

"Uh..." Wei Wan took a puff of cigarette, "You don't have friends, do you?"

"........."

"Am I right? Hey, I didn't mean to laugh at you... Then you, you are your family... Oh, you were sold by your family," Wei Wan frowned, thinking for a long time but did not come to a conclusion, " Then I don't know what to do, or you should buy a new mobile phone first?"

"...I made an appointment to go to the Civil Affairs Bureau for a divorce at eight o'clock in the morning."

"It's 02:30 now..."

The room suddenly fell silent, and for a long while there was only the sound of Wei Wan smoking.

Tan Shaochen's brain was really buzzing, and he couldn't figure out what he should do now; Wei Wan thought he was lost—to be able to drag the suitcase alone on such a rainy night, and shout out such words, He didn't start crying directly, Wei Wan felt quite strong.Han ^ 0 ^ Pigeon ^ 0 ^ Two ^ 0 ^ Rescue ^ 0 ^ Li

"Otherwise..." Wei Wan tentatively said, "If you don't have a place to go, you can stay with me for a few days...I'm done and I have to go out."

Wei Wan stood up while talking, picked up the guitar standing in the corner, and said while packing the bag: "I will help you figure out a way after I finish my work; there are instant noodles on the refrigerator, you can eat them; about eight I'll bring you a midnight snack at nine o'clock... Let's talk about it after your fever subsides."