phantom hand

The clothes were completely thrown away, but when he was washing at night, Han Mukun found two mouthwash cups, two toothbrushes, two towels, and a simple razor on the bathroom table... Li Chuang has always despised him for foaming his chin every morning Then I used a razor blade to shave and shave the ground to pretend to be petty bourgeoisie. Later, the little bastard also secretly tried a razor. Not to mention sweating tremblingly, the effect was completely useless, and the little mustache stubble was still swaying in the wind.

Han Mukun fell into some kind of memory and couldn't extricate himself.

He has often been like this recently, just like a terminally ill person who needs to be given a shot of pethidine from time to time in order to obtain a moment of peace when he is dying.But because he was not completely dead, it was extremely painful when he woke up again.

Han Mukun remembered that two years ago he had read a horror novel called Death of the Second Kind, which said that besides the state of natural death, there is another state of death, that is, social death.Unlike the former, the latter is still alive, but forgotten by all social relations, your files will be destroyed, your memory in other people's heads will be obliterated, and even when you stand in front of others, you will no longer be visible on the other person's retina. Compared with natural death, the second type of death is more desperate.

The second category, death.

At that time, Han Mukun didn't understand it very well, but now, he really felt the inexplicable powerlessness and sadness.Sometimes he also had some kind of illusion, as if the boy was still in this house and living with him, but he couldn't sense it.You see, the toothbrush is still there, the towel is still there, and the tomato juice on the sofa will never be cleaned. How can there be no people?

During the National Day in Shenyang, it rained for three days, and when it cleared again, the temperature dropped immediately.People who are used to these things know that no matter how cold the autumn tiger is, the whole city will be shrouded in cold waves before long, and then slowly, little by little, covered with ice and snow.

Under the arrangement of the school system, Li Chuang entered a junior high school in the city center for an internship.

A political teacher is a semi-corresponding position.

But from time to time, I have to help with other subjects, which is a bit depressing.

"Line up, follow the teacher's actions, and be sure to pay attention to safety!" Li Chuang told the children standing in a row loudly, and patted left and right to make sure the vault was stable.

"Ms. Li," the authentic little physical education teacher approached and said in a low voice, "We will divide it into two sides for protection, and nothing will happen."

Li Chuang nodded tragically - he understands, now there is only one child in the family, and he will be silenced by his parents if he falls or knocks.

The children were all eager to try, especially the boys in the front, who were completely reincarnated from grandson monkeys, jumping up and down without a break.Li Chuang never felt that he was an adult, but now facing so many ancestral flowers, he suddenly felt sad that "the years are gone forever".

It was so trembling and finally got out of class.Li Chuang helped the physical education teacher transport the vault to the warehouse under the drill platform.The vaulting horse is solid wood and very heavy. When Li Chuang recalled that when he was in junior high school, the teacher assigned students to carry it, he inexplicably felt "a bird of a different era".

While changing clothes in the warehouse, Li Chuang found a missed call on his phone.

The long string of numbers is like a sharp needle, piercing the peace of more than 40 days one after another.Li Chuang was a little dazed, the closed warehouse made it difficult to breathe.

Han Mukun stared blankly at the phone on the table, wondering if he should call again.

The secretary brought coffee in as ordered. Although he didn't know why the boss suddenly fell in love with the drink he hated the most before, he still dutifully insisted that silence is golden.

"Thank you." Han Mukun nodded to the secretary, waited for the door to be closed from the outside, and then got up and walked to the French window.

In cloudy weather, the sun is hidden in the thick haze, blurring the boundary between day and night.The crowds of cars downstairs are like teams of ants, diligent and diligent.People are completely turned into fine sand, and they can no longer see clearly.

Han Mukun tried to breathe on the glass, but failed.

It was warm outside, very different from the north.

Taking a deep breath, Han Mukun went back to the table, picked up his mobile phone and dialed the number again, which he had never called much but knew it by heart for some reason.

This time, the phone was picked up after only two calls.

Unexpectedly, Han Mukun forgot to speak for a while.

"I have something to talk about. If it's nothing, I'll hang up." The nice male voice was a little impatient, deep and deep.

The familiar tone shocked Han Mukun, and his voice softened unconsciously: "How are you doing recently?"

"Very, very good," Li Chuang probably didn't expect this to happen, so he said dully for a long time, "That's why you called?"

Han Mukun pursed his lips, suddenly not knowing what to say.

"If you don't have any questions, ask me instead." Li Chuang has never been a patient person. After being at a loss at first, he naturally cut to the point, "Why did you remember to call me?"

Han Mukun wiped his face, trying to make himself better: "I miss you."

"Oh," Li Chuang smiled incredulously, "what are you doing?"

The boy's voice was cool, full of contempt and light teasing.Han Mukun didn't know what he was doing, but his mouth seemed to be separated from his brain and started an independent movement: "I was in a mess some time ago. I couldn't tell what was real and what was fake. If you called me or texted me, I would I watched it over and over again, but I really..."

"Han Mukun," Li Chuang interrupted the man with a gentle but firm voice, "I really can't go back to the past, and it's not the real me that you like. Now that we have reached a consensus, don't be like this."

"Then what should I do? I can't find anyone else." Han Mukun called Li Chuang's name for the first time, and he asked, "Li Chuang, what should I do?"

Han Mukun asked me, not us, so Li Chuang told him, "You can figure it out."

Li Chuang was leaning against the back wall of the training platform to answer the phone. When he picked up the line, he found some young girls who had just finished physical education and physical exercise classes were dancing rubber bands in front of them.

Li Chuang has never looked down on this women's sport since he was a child, and he still does now.In the end, I lost a jump and was waiting for the resurrection. The little girl suddenly came over and asked solemnly: "Teacher, do you want to break up with Mistress?"

Li Chuang had no memory of how he fled in despair. Anyway, in the political class, the little girls who usually actively answered questions suddenly ignored him.Later, Li Chuang accidentally discovered a professional term on the Internet that can accurately describe this situation-fans turn black.

Han Mukun found that it took enough courage to call Li Chuang. After brewing it once, the embarrassment would often take a long time to recover.So he can't always play the second time immediately.

He doesn't like to go home anymore, the little bastard can't clean up his things anyway, if you lose this today, new ones will come out tomorrow, even the clothes have slipped through the net, but Han Niuniu has already dragged it into the nest When the bed sheet was used, Han Mukun didn't move any more.He was no longer welcome, and he didn't want to be bothered by dogs even worse.

When he was free at night, Han Mukun rested in the bedroom inside the office.

When there is something to do at night, such as now, he would drink and spank with his three or five friends.

"Let me tell you, have you fallen in love with the solo club recently? Why are you always alone?" Just after I finished with my new boyfriend, Wang Hengxin came over to care about his gloomy buddy.

"Quietly alone." Han Mukun pushed away the big face of the troublemaker, "I don't want to be like someone, and the whole Six-Party Talks will end up in the end."

Before Wang Hengxin had time to protest, he was dragged over by his little boyfriend and tortured to ask him what the "six parties" issue was.

Han Mukun smiled, not so sincerely.

There are only a few friends, iron-clad lineup, and flowing companions.

Jiang Lu and Zhou Zhenting are the only ones who are fixed. The one always smiles lightly, with an unpleasant gloomy look from behind the lens, and the other is never enough to eat, as if a luxury cruise ship can fit in his chubby belly.When the two first got together, Han Mukun didn't like it at all, but they got along together for almost five years.

Five years may not be a big deal for ordinary people, but for them, it is commendable.

Han Mukun was wandering, when his sight was suddenly blocked by a hill, he raised his head, and happened to meet Zhou Zhenting with small eyes.

"Old Han, if you stare at my wife again, don't blame me for being rude."

Han Mukun was very helpless, and almost wanted to dig his heart out: "A Ting, your wife is not my type."

"Who knows what your food is?" Zhou Zhenting babbled and sat down beside Han Mukun, "I think you don't seem to eat food recently, are you on a hunger strike?"

Jiang Lu came over and gently took the shredded squid from Zhou Zhenting's hand, put it eight hundred feet away, and then said lightly, "He doesn't like Snickers, but Xiaolongbao."

Zhou Zhenting suddenly realized: "That's right, what about your little boy, why haven't you seen him recently?"

Han Mukun twitched the corners of his mouth, wanting to smile or not.

"Stupid," Jiang Lu slapped his husband while looking for a comfortable position on the sofa, "It's clear that we've broken up."

Zhou Zhenting hugged his wife so that she could lean on his stomach firmly, and then frowned and muttered: "It's a bunch of people who can't think about it, what are you fussing about."

Han Mukun didn't speak, just took out his phone and looked through the inbox.

Han Mukun didn't want to make a fuss, but if he didn't, he would end up living in such a muddle.So he had to struggle, just like Zhou Botong wrestled with each other, and he had to compete with himself.But in the end, there was no winner.

It was summer when Li Chuang went to the Northeast.

Even Shenzhen is starting to get colder now.

When Han Mukun didn’t have the courage to make a call, he would read the boy’s text messages like he is now. Most of them were in that summer, but no matter how sweet the beginning was, the ending would always be the cold sentence “If you don’t reply, I’ll take it as your agreement.” .

It was cold, when he saw the text message that morning.

Closing his eyes, Han Mukun tried to imagine what that person looked like.Unexpectedly, he found that he remembered very clearly: straight eyebrows, black eyes, high nose bridge, thin lips...

Heh, he's a handsome guy.

That night, Han Mukun returned home drunk.

When Han Niuniu heard the sound, she rushed over to greet her with a sound of sleepiness.Han Mukun became impulsive for no reason, put his arm around Han Niuniu, took out his phone and dialed the number again.

The phone was hung up after just one call.

Han Mukun frowned, dazedly thinking that maybe it was too late and the person had already gone to bed, so he continued to dial wildly without a trace of guilt.As a result, when I hit the eighth time, the machine was shut down.

Han Mukun suddenly became angry, dropped the phone heavily on the ground and stomped on it with his leather shoes.

Han Niuniu timidly hid aside, wanted to approach but dared not.

The slender screen does not look devastated, it is broken into pieces.Han Mukun still didn't seem to be relieved, his anger was like magma pouring out continuously, burning his internal organs.

He just wants to live a peaceful life, he just wants to find the right person, he thinks he has found it, but he has already found it!