phantom hand

Li Chuang felt that Han Mukun was like a black widow, she had woven a net to cover herself.It's sticky and can't be pulled clean.He seemed to be ready for a protracted war, and even got a desk and office computer in the house.No, when he saw Han Niuniu, he should have understood that this person was messing with him.

But the question is what?

Ready for a fresh start?

Li Chuang didn't have the confidence to face the same Han Mukun, let alone a brand new old bastard.So Li Chuang interpreted Han Mukun's actions as a temporary emotional disorder, and when he figured it out, he would let it go.

When he sent Han Mukun a breakup text message, Li Chuang made up his mind that he would never let this person have a chance to hurt him.He's not that cheap, so he can't do it.

But Han Mukun didn’t know what method he used, and he had a very good relationship with the old man and the woman. When making ribs at home, Ms. Zhao would even think of leaving a portion for Han Niuniu. He gave me some meat, but the woman gave her a blank look.

You must know that a woman has never dared to offend him when she entered his house for almost ten years!

So Li Chuang was depressed, this kind of depression in extreme anxiety was even more uncomfortable.

In the end, Li Chuang simply moved back to school.

The next day after that, Han Mukun called Li Chuang and asked him why he didn't come home.Li Chuang ate the long-lost school fried rice, looked at the dry land fountain, and said naturally, I don’t want to be a spy every morning and evening to spy on your presence, I’m tired.Han Mukun didn't speak any more.It's just that after that, Li Chuang always saw men at the school gate from time to time.He didn't step forward, but just watched from a distance, like a divorced father who didn't have custody of his children, he only dared to hide in the corner and watch furtively, as if those eyes could replace hugs, kisses, everything.

Li Chuang was annoyed and bored, so he never entered through the main entrance again, and he was not on time at two o'clock and one line. Occasionally, the teacher in the office had a group activity, and he was more active than anyone else.

On the day of Lidong, Han Mukun cooked dumplings at home.I didn't take a good look at the pot, and it ended up being a soup full of stuffed vegetables.Han Mukun simply stopped eating, put on his clothes and went to Li Chuang's school again.

This seems to have become a habit of his, or obsessive-compulsive disorder. Every time he thinks about it, he can't control his legs, and he always has to go out to find that boy, although most of the time, he doesn't even look at him .

These days, Li Chuang avoided him very much.He knew it, but Bai Mi also had a secret, so after he figured out the rules of boys, he learned how not to let the other party find out.This has almost become a pathological pattern, but Han Mukun never tires of it.

He sometimes came in the morning and sometimes in the evening. Li Chuang only knew that he would go to the Normal University, but he didn't know that he would also go to his practice school, watching him go to school, after school, laughing and cursing with little furry children.The appearance is unfamiliar, but the feeling brought out by the expression is familiar, and when he has been peeping like this for a long time, even the appearance is no longer unfamiliar, and the subtle sense of overlap gradually rises.As if this boy, that boy, became one.He is both Li Chuang and his little bastard, handsome, naughty and cute.

It is said that people can look more pleasing to the eye, Han Mukun now believes it.

It was 06:30 in the evening when I arrived at Li Chuang's school. According to the traffic jam in the evening rush hour, the boy would take more than 20 minutes to come back.Han Mukun lurks to the old place on time - Li Chuang likes to climb over the wall not far away, and every time he sneaks around is very interesting.

Han Mukun stood in the dark corner for a while, but couldn't take it anymore.For some reason, the north wind was so strong that day that it made his bones ache.Although the old arms and legs were tightly wrapped in layers of clothes, they were still weak.Helpless, Han Mukun lit a cigarette for himself.The smell of nicotine slowly filled all senses, and Han Mukun breathed a long sigh of relief.

Han Mukun found that his addiction to smoking was getting heavier and heavier. He used to smoke more than one pack a week, but now he can only smoke one pack for two days.He knew that this was not good, and he was also afraid that one day in the future, he would find that his lungs were full of shadows in the X-ray, but he couldn't control it.After all, none of them arrived, but now, he could find a moment of peace in the smog.

It's a bit like taking drugs, using one drug to resist another drug.

Finally, when Han Mukun smoked an unknown number of cigarettes, the antidote appeared.

Li Chuang was dangling with his torn schoolbag on his shoulders, looking left and right like a thief for a long time, and then sneaked into the low bushes with only branches left. Like a monkey, he had already climbed up half of the wall in two or three steps.

Han Mukun looked at him with a bad look in his eyes, and then decisively took out his mobile phone and dialed the other party's number.

Han Mukun calculated the time to connect the phone, and soon, a free saliva song came from the receiver. At the same time, Li Chuang paused in his climbing movements, as if he was neither going up nor down. Han Mukun listened firmly and persistently to the familiar song. Music, finally Li Chuang sat straddling the wall and answered the phone unwillingly.

That posture is very imaginative, and Han Mukun's muscles and bones are numb.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Li Chuang's attitude was very bad.

Han Mukun couldn't help raising the corners of his mouth, but unexpectedly the other party didn't yell at him, "What time are you picking?" So he quietly hid in the dark again, and asked in a familiar way: "It's Lidong, don't you go home to eat dumplings? "

Li Chuang frowned, and blurted out without thinking: "How do you know I didn't go home?"

Han Mukun smiled without saying a word.

Li Chuang seemed to feel it, and immediately knew that he was an idiot.Han Mukun could not wait to give birth to four eyes to pay attention to him now, besides, he lives in the opposite door, so it is normal to know that he has not returned home.Thinking of this, he felt a little embarrassed, and hurriedly said to cover up: "I forgot that Lidong is today, and besides, the old man and old lady asked me to go back to eat during the winter solstice."

"Then go out to eat with me today," Han Mukun paused, then softened his voice and said in a low voice, "I want to talk to you."

Li Chuang looked up at the sky, there were no stars, and the moon was not very clear, it was really not a good day for a date—if this counts as a date conversation: "You are too good at finding time, I am having dinner with the teachers in my unit, what's the matter?" You can’t run away halfway.”

His heart beat and hurt, and Han Mukun slowly bent his back.

He breathed heavily, but air was no pain reliever.

Li Chuang sensed something was wrong, and tentatively whispered: "Hello?"

Han Mukun wanted to speak, but he couldn't make any sound. Li Chuang fed there for a long time, and then he probably felt that the signal was bad, so he frowned and pressed the button to end the call.

Han Mukun didn't hit any more, just leaned against the trunk of the rough deciduous tree, and squatted down little by little.

He felt uncomfortable, it was an indescribable pain that spread silently like a disease, invading every nerve and every blood vessel.He suspected that Li Chuang's heart was a stone, otherwise how could he be so desperate?This is not a day or two, he has been here for three months, a whole autumn, and even he is about to fall in love with this new little bastard...

Han Mukun couldn't figure out whether the damage in that month was so irreparable.

When he got up again, the boy was no longer on the wall.Han Mukun walked on the street for a long time in a daze, and finally all the shops closed one after another, and only the street lights were left in the world, and he returned home.

After Lidong, Li Chuang never saw Han Mukun again, nor did he receive any calls from him.Sometimes when I go home, the opposite door is locked, and I can't even hear Han Niuniu calling.But according to Ms. Zhao, the man did not leave, and still lived behind the tightly-sewn security door, so Li Chuang was not sure.

What kind of medicine is sold in the man's gourd?

But there is no way to guess.This is a unilateral and futile battle of wits and courage. The opponent does not give you any clues, any information, you can only guess and imagine out of thin air, but there is no criterion for judging, and it is not even clear when the correct answer will be announced or whether it will be announced.If this was a psychological battle, Li Chuang felt that Han Mukun was very successful, at least he thought of him more and more times, and every time he thought about it, he couldn't stop until he had a splitting headache.Li Chuang suspected that if he continued like this, he would go crazy.

The days of stepping on cotton lasted for more than a month.Li Chuang was puzzled, puzzled, and slightly worried at first, and later became angry, irritable, and restless.Several times he wanted to rush to smash the door, but because he didn't know what to say when he broke it open, the result was a vicious circle of negative emotions.

He blamed Han Mukun for all his faults. If the man hadn't disappeared from the world for no reason, he wouldn't have worried about it, so he would take a step forward. If the man hadn't come to the Northeast, he would be able to live a normal life now even if he died. Taking a step forward, if the man hadn't had such a hard time accepting his true self, then they would have been happily waiting for the New Year by now, so how could such a mess happen!

Just before Christmas, the street was full of the amiable old man's head, and the sales of Christmas tree and golden bells skyrocketed. It was as if the festive atmosphere of Chinese New Year was dyed all over Shencheng. Li Chuang finally picked up a gift for Ms. Zhao secretly It was Han Mukun's call.

He originally thought that he would be so angry that he would shoot up the case, but when he heard the man's tired voice, he also became tired, as if he didn't have any strength to explode his hair anymore. He only sincerely hoped that he could cut the mess with a sharp knife. Brand new.

"At the end of the year, the company is relatively busy, so it's almost overwhelmed for a while." Han Mukun seemed to have accurately calculated Li Chuang's mood, so that's what he said when he came up.

But Li Chuang really didn't want to lose his temper, so he said calmly, "You don't need to explain to me, you should have gone back and worked hard, it's not like that to hang out with Dongbei."

Han Mukun expected that the other party would say that, but actually hearing it was another matter.He has been busy in the dark for more than a month, and Li Chuang can ignore it for more than a month. It's not that he doesn't understand, it's just that he can't let go.All the cheapness in this life seems to be spent on the little bastard, but he doesn't appreciate it, he can only spread out his tiny wishes clearly, and almost pleadingly said to the boy: "Don't hide from me, okay what?"

Li Chuang took a deep breath, his nose was so sore: "I wanted to tell you that too at the beginning."

The air freezes.

A topic that has been carefully avoided for a long time, so openly picked it up, revealing pus.

"Fuck, why are you still mentioning that?" Li Chuang reacted first, and smiled uncomfortably, "I'm not retaliating against you, really, I don't think it's necessary. Don't you think it's good now, everyone , we shouldn't be together."

"Let's start over." Han Mukun said suddenly.

Li Chuang was stunned, and after a long time, he said, "Go back to Shenzhen."

Han Mukun was like a stranded fish, struggling to breathe: "Li Chuang..."

"I beg you," Li Chuang suppressed the moisture in his eyes, "I beg you, go back..."

Han Mukun lost his mind for a short while.

In memory, the little bastard has never been like this.He only said that the surname is Han, you have to do what you want, you bastard, you can't do that if you want to do this, when did he need to say "I beg you"?

It turns out that he has such great power, Han Mukun thought, he is comparable to the god of plague, and makes people want to burn incense and send it off.

There was no feeling in the heart, it seemed that the pain was extreme, and it became numb.Han Mukun was surprised that he could still be so calm. Thinking about it, he hadn't eaten rice in vain for nearly 40 years: "Then can I see you, just once."

"Okay," Li Chuang agreed happily, "before you leave..."

"I want to see you now." Han Mukun interrupted him.

Li Chuang made up his mind: "Then are you going to leave tomorrow?"

This time, Han Mukun was silent for a few seconds before he said calmly, "Well, I'm leaving tomorrow."