out of control relationship

The lights in the hallway went out again.

At the end of December, there were thick clouds in the evening, and at this time, the endless northwest wind blew outside, blowing away the only glimmer of life left in winter.

As soon as Qin Yuan went out, he was almost photographed back alive. The wind roared and he squeezed into the small space. He had no choice but to wrap the scarf around his neck tightly again. He went downstairs.

He is actually a bit night blind. Before going out at night, he would bring a flashlight, but this time he really forgot.

After stepping on the last few steps, he took advantage of the faint skylight at the entrance of the door to grab the crooked bicycles by the wall, found the one that belonged to him, straightened the rest of his good intentions, and leaned against the wall. superior.

He heard someone coming down the stairs, their footsteps slowing down, and stopping behind him.

Qin Yuan didn't look back, he patted the white wall dust on his hands, and pushed his bicycle straight into the wind.

The person behind did not make a sound, nor did he stop him.

He breathed a sigh of relief, the sky above his head had just darkened.

On the third day of Qin Yuan's mother's death, according to the rules of his hometown, it took seven days for the black gauze on his arm to be removed.

It's not that it will cause inconvenience to the work, but it's too conspicuous.

He walked into the convenience store where he was working with his head down on purpose, trying to avoid the sympathetic gazes from the boss and the cashier as much as possible, but the result was always unsatisfactory.

"Xiao Qin's festival is sad and obedient."

He passed by the store manager carrying the box, and touched his arm involuntarily, "No... um, thank you."

Qin Yuan has half Uyghur blood, his facial features are deep and three-dimensional, and his pupils are also light in color. At first glance, he looks like a foreign child.

This child is not very old, understands the world, doesn't talk much, but is well-bred. It is said that he is still a top student in school and recommended to university.

Everyone in the store likes him, and after knowing the situation in his house, they usually take the initiative to help him more.

Qin Yuan's father left early, and his mother has been in poor health. In the past two years, she survived by losing nutrition. Therefore, during the long process of Ling Chi, Qin Yuan had already made up his mind about her death. A solid enough bedding.

It's just that he never wants to mention to others that he also has a younger brother.

After two hours of work, the store manager wanted to give him some money before he left, but Qin Yuan didn't want it, but he said "thank you", and pushed the car to the main road on his own.

He walked for a while, the wind blew his face unconscious, reflected in the dim light of street lamps, he took out half a pack of cigarettes in his pocket, took one in his mouth with an extremely familiar gesture, and lit it against the wind. .

Passing by two or three little girls in school uniforms, arm in arm, looking at him as they walked.

He finished smoking that cigarette while sitting on the bicycle, and vaguely felt a little snow falling on his nose, which was wet and cold.

Before the snow fell heavily, he dropped his cigarette butt and rushed into the night with a pedal.

When he got home, Qin Shuobei was still doing his homework in the room.

Hearing the sound of him entering the door, he hesitated for a moment, and waited silently outside the porch. Behind him was the deserted living room, with a layer of lonely lights falling on the floor.

This quietness made people feel an unknown fire in their stomachs.

Qin Yuan was carrying a bag in his hand, and when he walked past him, he bumped Qin Shuobei's shoulder hard, and squeezed out a sentence, "Don't stand here to block your eyes."

The black-haired boy didn't say a word, just ignoring the dreadful hostility in the air.

He didn't pander to it and didn't say anything, he went to the kitchen to pour a glass of water, put it on the coffee table in the living room, turned around and went back to his room with the lights on.

Qin Yuan didn't even look at him, took clean clothes and went to the bathroom to take a shower.

Passing by the next room, my mother's belongings had been tidied up during the hospitalization, and the bed was replaced with a new sheet, pure white, neat and without any wrinkles, and of course it was not popular.

The glass of water Qin Shuobei put on the table was completely cold, and no one touched it until the next morning.

The relationship between the two has been maintained for ten years. It should be said that both parties have a sufficient and clear understanding of this state. It's just that there was a mother as a mediator between them before. Now that she is gone, Qin Yuan simply doesn't even bother to pretend.

He hated that "brother" who had no blood relationship with him.

This hatred is not without reason, it is like a dagger that is getting sharper and sharper in the palm of your hand, with a clear purpose and direction for many years, just waiting to stab into Qin Shuobei's heart one day.

——Just like when his father was stabbed to death.

If you can still find the newspaper of that year, if there are no exceptions, you will see the news that occupies a quarter of the inside page, "A drug addict broke into the house, robbed and stabbed the husband, and the kind wife adopted the orphan regardless of previous suspicions."

——Even if the photos are too old to be seen clearly, even if the handwriting is too blurred to be legible.

"At ten o'clock in the night on X, X, 20XX, a resident of a certain community, Mr. Qin, was robbed. The male owner was stabbed in the process of fighting with the gangsters, and died of excessive blood loss. Eight hours later, the suspect Mr. Wu was arrested by the police. If he is arrested and brought to justice, the relevant department will initiate a public prosecution."

The plot is generally serious, the title is generally sensational, the progress is generally smooth, and the ending is happy.

Only the follow-up is surprising.

"According to the investigation, the suspect Wu, 30 years old, unemployed, has a criminal record and a history of drug abuse. His cohabiting girlfriend just left him three days before the incident, leaving behind a five-year-old boy. It has been identified that he is directly related to Wu. .”

"On the day of the incident, Wu broke into a house at night to raise drug funds. The victim Qin's family had a confrontation with him. The hostess and her eight-year-old son were fine. The police rushed to the police, but Qin’s rescue was ineffective, and he died in the hospital at [-]:[-] in the morning.”

"However, such a vicious case that caused the families of both parties to fall into grief was rewritten because of the kind deeds of the victim Qin's wife."

Such rich and colorful news happens every day around the world, none of which can become a permanent topic of conversation, but for Qin Yuan, this is a wound that cannot be healed in his life.

"The victim's wife, bearing the great pain of losing her husband, adopted the suspect Wu's son. When the child was found with many permanent scars, it was suspected of domestic violence. After learning about the situation, he adopted the child, which touched countless people."

"This great mother used her actual actions to prove what is the meaning of repaying hatred with virtue. Because children are innocent and free, they should not be forced to bear the hatred of their parents. The local people have spontaneously expressed their gratitude for this special "repeat" Group family' donations, and relevant departments also expressed their willingness to provide assistance at any time to help them get out of the pain and haze as soon as possible..."

Qin Yuan closed the reference book in his hand with a "snap".

He raised his head and sorted out his thoughts from the countless entangled words and exercises in his head. The sky outside the window was blue, as if the whole winter was covered with a layer of indissoluble fog.

The continuous cloudy days often made him depressed for no reason, and the bad emotions that could not be resolved were like dust accumulating in his heart, and a little open fire could completely ignite it.

He lifted himself up from the large group of students who were busy doing papers, leaned back using the back two legs of the stool as a fulcrum, and looked at the empty seat in the other corner of the classroom. Wang Yihong was not there, so he would have left him and ran away. out.

He looked at the useless squad leader on the podium again, stood up, opened the back door and walked out.

The day of his mother's funeral was also cloudy like this, as gray as mold.

The funeral arrangement was very simple, and not many relatives came. My grandmother's family from far away in Xinjiang took the train for two days and two nights, and they could barely communicate with Qin Yuan in Mandarin.

Qin Shuobei just greeted them from afar, then stood in front of the grave with his mother's portrait in his arms, motionless.

The harsh winter light slanted over him, revealing a deep-edged side face and straight shoulders.He is over 15 years old, 1.8 meters tall, with uneven black hair, adult-like melancholy between his eyebrows, and his jaw is closed.

He's still a teenager, he's just a teenager.Therefore, he is used to keeping silent about things that are difficult for him to control.Although in Qin Yuan's eyes, he treats favor and insult equally, this is not humility, but a kind of concealed conceit.

Qin Yuan thought that he had never liked this kid who called him "Brother". The superficial peace was due to the inertia of living together for many years. This indifference was so perfectly expressed that it covered up those naked hatreds.

He is not kind, but kind enough.

There is a utility room at the corner of the stairs.There are no valuables in the room, and the door is usually not locked. It is a treasured place for students to fight and exchange feelings.

There was a boy smoking a cigarette standing in the corner against the light. He reserved a place for Qin Yuan. The two sat down and exchanged mobile phones and lighters. The cat was in a daze in the shadows.

This is the best way for high school seniors to rest.

"I'm done with the paper." Wang Yihong asked him.

Qin Yuan pressed the back of his head against the wall, "Yes."

"The exam is over?"

"Ah."

"Can't go to college?"

"..." Qin Yuan finally raised his eyelids, only the corners of his mouth were raised, "I'll walk you off."

"Fuck." Wang Yihong cursed with a smile.

Qin Yuan also smiled, and glanced at a few junior high school students passing through the corridor outside the door.The tall boy between the two girls looks like Qin Shuobei from the back.

The smile froze on his face until it disappeared, and a large piece of soot fell off. Wang Yihong asked him, what are you doing?

why not.He said, I recognized the wrong person.