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, Yao Yishan and Liu Hao turned on the lights in the quilt, it seems that they have figured out the dormitory management's routine of checking the dormitory, and they are very stable.

Bi Ziyun waited quietly in the dark, and at ten o'clock in the morning, the screen of his mobile phone lit up again.

f: "The dorm manager is gone, you come to the balcony."

After receiving the message from Fang Nan, Bi Ziyun carefully sat up from the bed and stepped on the slippers beside the bed.

He walked lightly and tiptoed towards the balcony, holding his breath all the way, for fear of accidentally disturbing the Four Heavenly Kings.

Bi Ziyun's upper bunk heard the sound of the balcony doorknob being twisted, poked his head out from under the quilt, squinted his eyes and looked down at him.Just as Bi Ziyun was about to open his mouth to apologize softly, the man lay on his back again, snoring louder than anyone else.

The first thing he did when he came to the balcony was to look at the balcony of 506 on the right.On the balcony three dormitories away from 503, there was indeed a person standing.

Fang Nan had been leaning against the railing of the balcony to check his phone, but when he saw the person finally came out, he put down his phone and looked at Bi Ziyun in the dark.

The early spring in the south was still chilly, so Bi Ziyun deliberately wore a coat over his pajamas, just because he was afraid that the temperature difference between day and night would be large, and he would catch a cold if he was not careful.Seeing that Fang Nan was only wearing a short-sleeved T-shirt and staying outside in the cold, he immediately picked up his phone and sent him a message.

Yun Duo has no head: "Aren't you cold if you wear so little?"

When Fang Nan received the news, he pointed to Bi Ziyun's lower back.

f: "Pain at night, blowing cold wind to distract attention."

Hearing that Fang Nan said he had back pain, Bi Ziyun's nerves tensed up, and he sent several messages one after another: "Did you take the medicine on time as prescribed by the doctor?"

"Didn't the last inspection say it was well under control?"

"Has this symptom continued, how long has it been?"

The phone vibrated several times in a row. After reading the message from Bi Ziyun, Fang Nan bowed his head and started typing.

F: "Look downstairs, Beimen Snack Street, which is in the direction of Sunflower Back Street."

F: "Next to Pretty Friend's Barber Shop, there is a Sichuan restaurant that is not closed."

Bi Ziyun raised his head and stared at Fang Nan: Are you deliberately avoiding my question?

Beimen Snack Street is backed by the male dormitory area in Gunan. It is too late now, and almost all the shops on the street are closed, only a few barbecue stalls are still open.

Bi Ziyun lowered his head and began to search along both sides of the street.The Sichuan restaurant that Fang Nan mentioned was very conspicuous, and it didn't take long for him to find it.

The barbershop next to it has closed, only the neon light box at the entrance of the shop is still blinking, as if there is a short circuit.The Sichuan restaurant seemed to be closed, and there were no customers in the restaurant, but two guys in aprons were carrying tables and chairs outside.

He pointed to the phone, and mouthed to Fang Nanbi: I saw it, and then what?

Fang Nan didn't send any new news, but just signaled him to continue looking down with his eyes.

After the guys in the shop moved the tables and chairs, they set up a white box at the door of the shop.

Bi Ziyun and the others live on the fifth floor, which is still some distance away from the snack street downstairs, so he won't be able to see what that thing is for a while.

A few minutes later, in the middle of the night, a few figures sporadically appeared at the entrance of the Sichuan restaurant.Bi Ziyun rubbed his eyes, looked down carefully, and found that they were a group of plainly dressed middle-aged people. After a while, two middle-aged people pushing cardboard boxes and a young man dressed as a migrant worker also walked towards the Sichuan restaurant. came over.

When the tables at the door were full of people, the staff in the store brought out several large pots from the back kitchen, put them on the dining table at the door, and put a bowl of rice in front of everyone.

The young man dressed as a migrant worker walked up to the white box erected and fiddled with it a few times. The white box suddenly shot a bright light, which hit the huge white wall between the Sichuan restaurant and the barber shop. It becomes a giant screen.

"Om—" Bi Ziyun's phone vibrated again.

F: "These are migrant workers in the teacher's community. The Sichuan restaurant will distribute free meals and show free movies to them every Tuesday after closing."

The distance between the dormitory building and the snack street is too far, no matter how good Bi Ziyun's eyesight is, he can't see clearly what is being shown downstairs.

He can't see it, but he can hear it.

"Just now, I made up a nonsense poem, next, I will tell you a paragraph..."

He heard the crisp sound of bowls and chopsticks colliding in the alley, and heard the laughter of migrant workers competing for each other while listening to cross talk.Accompanied by the wind, these sounds came into his ears from the distant snack street, like a wisp of catkins in spring, tickling the tips of his ears.

He turned his head and saw Fang Nan lying on the railing, looking intently at the crowd downstairs.

Bi Ziyun leaned against the railing of the balcony and suddenly yawned.

f: "Sleepy?"

Yun Duo has no head: "Well, kind of."

f: "Do you think it's boring?"

Yun Duo has no head: "It's not boring. However, my dad has always looked down on these people."

F: "Why?"

Yun Duo has no head: "My dad used to tell me that there is nothing in this world that cannot be obtained, only people who don't work hard enough. Like them, they have no ambitions and are willing to be mediocre. It is impossible to gain the respect of others in a lifetime."

f: "Do you think so too?"

"No," Bi Ziyun wrote in the chat box, "Thank you, Fang Nan, thank you for bringing me to see this tonight. From now on, I will never believe a word he said."

Fang Nan raised his head from the screen and saw Bi Ziyun stretching sleepily, smiled and waved to himself, then turned and left the balcony.

He brought Bi Ziyun out to watch these, but he didn't really want to have any comforting effect.It just felt that Bi Ziyun couldn't sleep and wanted to be with him.

He didn't mention a word about Bi Ziyun's father, but Bi Ziyun said, Fang Nan, thank you.

This is his favorite smoke when he can't sleep at night. He doesn't know if Bi Ziyun will like it, but he still wants to share it with him.

Bi Ziyun didn't say anything, but he seemed to have seen through his own heart.

The day before, I used Brother Pig's mobile phone to talk to my mother, but she hung up halfway through the call.

Back at the dormitory at noon the next day, Bi Ziyun used Fang Nan's mobile phone to call his mother again.

Bi Ziyun didn't want Fang Nan to avoid him, so he asked Fang Nan to stand with him in the corridor on the fifth floor.

Fang Nan found that Bi Ziyun, who was usually quite eloquent, became clumsy when he heard his mother cry.

No matter what Su Lijuan said, he always said those few words back and forth: "Mom, don't worry." "It's okay." "There is me."

After Bi Ziyun finished talking with his family on the phone, Fang Nan asked him, "How's it going?"

Bi Ziyun leaned against the railing of the corridor, like a deflated rubber ball: "Fang Nan, I don't know if my mother is right or not."

"Yesterday, she quarreled fiercely with my dad, and she felt that my dad went to Harbin with ghosts." Bi Ziyun said, "My dad explained it for a long time yesterday but couldn't explain it clearly, but today he suddenly returned the words to Yuan. He said yes There was a temporary project in Harbin, and I went to accompany the client for a few days. My mother didn’t believe it and insisted on my father to show evidence. As a result, my father’s colleague actually visited the hospital today, saying that my father came to talk to him about the project.”

"Your mother believed it?" Fang Nan asked him.

Bi Ziyun sighed: "You know, for my mother, it's not a matter of believing it or not."

"My mother, she is completely inseparable from my father."

"She used to work in the provincial theater and was always the lead singer in the provincial choir. Later, she married my dad and had me again, so she quit her job and stayed at home. My dad often travels away on business, and my mother sometimes gives me the feeling... ...It's like the family has no backbone, and she can't make up her mind about what to do. She usually just goes shopping with her girlfriends, and feels like she never does anything serious."

"Every time my dad comes back from other places, she starts to make various preparations a few days in advance, such as cooking, shopping and cleaning." At this point, Bi Ziyun frowned slightly as if suddenly remembering something, "By the way, as long as my dad is at home for a day, my mother will always wear makeup on her face, and her skin will gradually get worse. I have persuaded her many times, but she just doesn't listen."

Fang Nan: "Auntie wants to be a good wife and mother."

"That's right, that's why she controls me very strictly. She has to report every time I go out. She doesn't let me live on campus, and she doesn't let me use my mobile phone." Bi Ziyun said, "Sometimes I have the illusion that she is It’s not that I see my father’s shadow in me. If it’s not because there are no good universities in our small broken city, I don’t think she would want me to leave her side.”

Fang Nan said, "She's afraid that you, like your father, will not come back after leaving home for a long time."

"So I feel that she has not been happy these years, as if she has become a vassal of me and my dad, and revolves around us every day, without any life of her own."

Bi Ziyun paused, and then said to Fang Nan: "My mom just told me that since my dad explained it fairly clearly, she wants to give him another chance."

"You advised her not to do that?" Fang Nan asked.

"Isn't there a saying on the Internet, what do you say, there is only one cheating and countless times." Bi Ziyun said angrily, "I don't believe my dad anyway, a man's mouth, a deceitful ghost."

Fang Nan glanced at him: "There's nothing you can do, if you have time, spend more time with Auntie."

Hearing what Fang Nan said, Bi Ziyun remembered.Fang Nan's mother, after his father was imprisoned, seemed to be mentally ill