Xu Jun's life

While I was hesitating, a shadow suddenly appeared in front of me, and I instinctively hid behind, but he reached out and grabbed my collar, pulled me down from the fence, and pressed me to the ground.

"Are you crazy! You bastard!" He yelled at me in a hoarse voice, raising his fists high, his face full of anger.

I closed my eyes instinctively, only to hear a muffled sound in my ears, the fist that I thought would fall on my face was delayed.

I opened my eyes, and the first thing I saw was his pale face because of suspense. From the cheeks to the end of the eyes, there was an angry red. He gritted his teeth and stared at me.Even the eyes are red.

I smell blood.

The punch that was supposed to hit me in the face hit the concrete floor, the flesh on the joints burst open, and the blood continued to flow out.And he just stared at me, gritted his teeth, and didn't say a word.

I was intimidated by him like this.Just when I was about to speak, he pulled me up from the ground and hugged me so hard that my chest started to lack oxygen.

I couldn't see his expression, but I knew he was terrified.

We are standing at the door of the third floor.

On both sides of the door frame, there are Spring Festival couplets written by my dad. The edge of the red paper has faded a little, and the black characters are like eyes, looking at me quietly.

My eyes are a little hot.

"give me a cigarette."

Weak smoke rises, from the throat to the lungs, all the way down, tobacco is a good thing that makes people feel at ease.

After smoking a cigarette and pressing it out on the rough wall, he was carrying things in both hands, suddenly turned his head and pecked my face.

"Teacher, knock on the door."

I am what the condemned man was like when he was waiting to be hanged.

It was my mother who opened the door.

She has lost a little weight in the past two years, her hair has turned white from the temples, and it is stiff. She probably thought that there would be guests coming, so she didn't wear an apron. She was wearing a rose red dress that Shen Wanyi bought for her when I went home last time. Jacket, as if he didn't know what expression to put on to receive us.

"came back?"

"I'm back." I lowered my head and walked towards the door, not daring to meet her eyes: "Mom, where is my dad?"

"In the study." She stood awkwardly at the door and glanced at Li Zhurong, probably not expecting that he would be of mixed race, so tall and beautiful, she rubbed her hands, not knowing what to say.

Li Zhurong twitched the corners of his mouth and smiled, "Hello, Auntie."

"Hey, hey." My mother responded again and again, letting him in. She is the kindest Chinese woman, with a knife mouth and a bean curd heart. With a smile, she couldn't bear to drive him out.

"Let's put things on the sofa. Sit down first, and I'll make tea. Did you guys come over after dinner?" My mother turned around, squatting next to the cupboard looking for tea, and made tea with the water in the thermos with a plastic shell. Dad likes to drink Pu-erh tea, and all the tea in the house is Pu-erh tea.

I went over to help her hold the cup and asked her in a low voice, "Mum, is my dad mad at me?"

"You still said," my mother sighed: "Your dad didn't eat lunch, so you go and persuade him. The doctor said that his blood sugar is low, and he can't do without food."

I looked back and saw that the door of the study was closed tightly. Li Zhurong was sitting on the sofa, looking around silently, probably thinking that I was looking at him, so he straightened his expression and sat upright.

I couldn't let him be alone with my mother - I shouldn't have let him in at all, but there was nothing else I could do.

After brewing tea, Li Zhurong glanced at the rim of the teacup without any trace of his eyes. After confirming that it was not a new cup or a disposable cup, he pursed his lips and picked up the cup of tea without saying a word.His family likes to pretend to be a scholarly family, and when he is not talking, he is really good at fooling people.

"You talk to my mother, I'll go and see my father."

I loved my dad's study when I was a kid.

I like thick books, preferably hard-shelled, with smooth, yellowish paper that rattles when you run your fingers along the edges.

I knocked on the door: "Dad, I'm back."

There was no sound from inside the door.

I knocked on the door again: "Dad, open the door, I'm Xu Xu."

The door opened a crack, my dad hid behind his eyes, looked at me vigilantly, and after realizing that it was indeed me, he opened the door a little: "Come in."

I get it, my dad is mad at my mom.

My dad pampered me since I was a child. He never forced me to study. He actually has a good temper. Other dads beat their sons, but he never beat me. I let me mess around.His students said, when I was young, my mother had no time to go to work, so my father took me to class, and he sat by the podium and asked the students to do exercises.I crawled on him like a monkey, leaving footprints all over his suit pants, and he wasn't angry at all.

My dad has been a scholar all his life, and he doesn't know anything about people and the world. He doesn't know how to swear, let alone beat people, he just sulks with people.And he is angry that he often gets the wrong person.Sometimes it's obviously my fault, but he blames it on my mother who passed the news.The study is his base. Whenever he gets angry, he goes into the study and reads for a day. When he is very hungry, he goes to the school cafeteria to get a meal. Anyway, he doesn't care about the taste of the food.

He hasn't seen me for half a year, and he returned to his desk without being cold or warm. I leaned over to see that he was calculating the formula of charged particles in a uniform magnetic field. Halfway through the calculation, he raised his head and looked at me, asking : "Is (Eq-Mg)/M?"

"Yes."

He showed a smile, but it disappeared quickly, frowning, lowering his head to calculate.

I clearly saw his graying hair, and his hand holding the pencil was so thin that only a bone remained, but his attitude was always as pious as a primary school student finishing his first homework.His posture for holding the pen was wrong, his fingers were clenched near the tip of the pencil, and his sitting posture was also wrong. He was lying on the desk, coughing occasionally.

"Dad, let's go out to eat," I whispered to him, "We'll settle this when we come back."

"I won't eat." He shook his head seriously: "I won't eat with that person. I won't eat today!"

He was talking about Li Zhurong.

"Let's go out and have some food. He also arranged for me to enter the research institute of R University. It's always wrong not to see guests." I lied to him indiscriminately.

My dad frowned, looked up, and looked at me through his eyes: "Did he help you?"

"That's right. I'm working in Group A of the Research Institute of R University, and I'm preparing to do a 315 subject." I lied.

My dad frowned, and said sternly: "Don't owe him favors, he is not a good person. He told lies before, which caused you to drop out of school, and you couldn't make friends with this kind of person. If you let him go back, I won't make friends with him." He eats together..."

If it is possible, why do I want to wrong you to smile at him?

After all, it's just my own incompetence.

Maybe it was because of the embarrassment on my face that my dad actually agreed to come out for dinner.

I walked behind him and turned off the light in the study. The gray-haired and thin old man in front of me is my close family, but I can't be filial to them and let them spend their old age in peace.

Li Zhurong was sitting in the living room, when he saw my dad coming out, he stood up quickly and called out, "Uncle."

He was so respectful, which was beyond my expectation.

A person like him actually grew up in a strict family, so he was the most courteous.The key is whether he is willing to respect a person as an elder.

Generally speaking, when a person sees Li Zhurong for the first time, it is difficult to react immediately. He looks so good, and his temperament is different from ordinary people. No matter how polite he is, there is a little arrogance hidden in his eyes.Coupled with the height that is different from ordinary people, no matter where he is, he will be looked at by others a few more times.

But my dad is really dull enough to look at people's appearance, so he just gave him a bad look, sat down on the sofa, and took a book to read by himself.

"The chicken stew seems to be ready, I'll turn off the fire." My mother found an excuse and walked away.

I saw that Li Zhurong didn't intend to talk to my dad, so I calmed down a little and went to the kitchen to help my mom cook.Once my dad has a fixed impression of a person, it is difficult to change it, but my mother seems to be angry.

There is still some time before dinner, and there are many vegetables on the counter in the kitchen, as well as a pot of fish marinated in cooking wine and salt. My mother likes to cook salty, spicy, and authentic coriander.

"Mom, I peeled the red cabbage..." I accosted and picked up the vegetables on the counter.

My mother was opening the pressure cooker when she suddenly raised her hand and wiped her eyes.

"Mum, what's the matter?" I quickly closed the kitchen door and came back to persuade my mother: "I'm fine, why are you crying?"

My mother propped one hand on the wall and wiped her eyes with a handkerchief. At her age, women are always extraordinarily frugal. They wish they could spend everything on their husbands and children and leave nothing for themselves.

I turned her around, the little old lady's eyes were red, and even her hair smelled of oily smoke and was disheveled.

"Why are you crying? I'm not fine now. I'm back at school, and I can still do physics. I told you last time, didn't you say that my dad was so happy that he drank? Now I'm standing here , why are you crying..."

The little old lady leaned against me, her skinny shoulders trembling from crying, and she beat my back with her fists with hatred: "You debt collector! Don't let your parents worry about it, why are you talking to that girl again?" Yaoshouzi got mixed up, look at the power of other people, is it someone like us who can climb up to it? If you find an ordinary person, suffer a lot and be bullied, your mother will fight for it. It can also help you back up a bit. You find such a person, such a good-looking person, rich and powerful, how can you hold on! In the future, your father and I will stretch our legs and close our eyes, who do you want to cry? You used to Isn't it enough to suffer? You still have to find him, you debt collector! You want to make your mother feel uneasy..."

I stood there, feeling pain and swelling in my heart.

The tears that had not shed when she was forced to congratulate Mr. Li on his birthday suddenly fell uncontrollably.