two

Xu Yiqing lost some money last night because of his bad luck at poker and didn't sleep well all night. Today he got up early to make breakfast for Qiu Xi who was making up lessons.

She was frying eggs and ham in the kitchen, and the small pot next to her was boiling milk on an open flame stove. Seeing that the pot was about to boil, she hurriedly grabbed the ears of the pot and lifted it down, calling out loudly: "Sister Xi, come and turn over the eggs."

Unexpectedly, it was Qiu Yu who came in with a toothbrush in her mouth, causing her hands to slip.

"You got up so early?"

Yes, who knew you would get up so early.

Qiu Yu turned down the power of the induction cooker and said, "Qiu Xi is going to the bathroom."

Before he was allowed to stand guard for too long, Xu Yiqing brought the milk to the living room and came to take over, holding two extra raw eggs in his palms, scooping up the contents of the pot with the spoon in his left hand, and knocking the eggs on the edge of the pot with his right hand.

"I can't eat two."

Qiu Yu said.

"Enough to eat."

Xu Yiqing punched it in stubbornly, and asked Qiu Yu to go out when he turned around and threw the egg shells. The kitchen is not wide in the first place, so don't take up space for nothing.

Qiu Xiqiong was very particular, happily arranged three porcelain plates, went to the refrigerator and took out a bag of bread slices, picked out a piece of bread and laid it on the palm of his hand, twisted fried eggs and ham on top of it one by one.

"Have you washed your hands?" Qiu Yu sat across from her with folded arms, tactfully questioning this kind of artificial behavior that wasted energy.

"Not washed."

Qiu Xi sang against him.

Qiu Yu moved her chopsticks and folded the spread eggs twice, one bite at a time.

Ju Xi's sandwich was just ready, and he was already pouring milk with his head up.

After she finished eating like a snail chewing grass with her little finger in her hand, the three of them sat and stared blankly.

"Sister Xi, it's seven forty."

Xu Yiqing reminded her.

"I know, I'll be leaving later.

I usually go out at 55:[-], a few steps away. "

Qiu Xi said, "Mom, go to sleep again."

"I don't sleep. I'm eating at home at noon today. I'll go downstairs to buy groceries and come back to prepare lunch."

Qiu Xi got up to put away the bowl, Xu Yiqing stretched out his hand to stop her: "Don't worry about it, you go on your own, go to preview early, and exchange learning methods with Xiaocha more during the non-lecturing time, and ask Brother Yuan Mu for advice more often."

Qiu Xi looked up at Qiu Yu.

He shook his head.

So she dawdled to the door to put on her shoes.

"Mom, I'm leaving."

Qiu Xi grabbed the door frame and turned her head.

Seeing her bitter face, Xu Yiqing thought it was because she was unwilling to make up lessons, and asked: "You must listen carefully in class, do you understand?"

"Oh--"

When the door was closed, only mother and son were left in the room.

He and her have never chatted very much. They didn't dare to talk in the past, and they have nothing to say in the future.

"Qiu Yu—" Xu Yiqing called him by name.

Qiu Yu didn't make a sound, and immediately looked up at her.

"...If you're bored, turn on the TV and watch."

Qiu Yu thought she was going to say something important, so he had to say something like this, he looked away, paused, and said, "It's not boring."

Xu Yiqing stood beside the sofa for a while, rummaged around, pulled out two needles and a ball of wool, sat down and leaned against the pillow, and began to stitch.

Winter is not far away, and weaving some warm clothes will fit and be cheaper than shopping.

Qiu Yu stared at the handle of the first drawer of the TV cabinet, dazzled.

In his peripheral vision, she crossed her legs quietly and leisurely, patiently pumping and sending needles, the slender irons lightly touched together, and the sounds they made were orderly and gentle.

"You hit me with this when I was in third grade."

He frowned briefly, and his Adam's apple rolled quickly.

Xu Yiqing at this moment exudes a huge kindness, like the mother in the elementary school essay.

Or it was because of peripheral vision, it could only grasp the outline but not the whole picture, and couldn't find the slightest shadow of the past, which confused Qiu Yu.

She stopped winding, her body froze, as if thinking hard.

"When? No.

how is this possible? "

Clothes hangers, chopsticks, brooms, mops, tongs, benches—to tell the truth, Qiu Yu had suffered through everything that Xu Yiqing could see.

After so long, why didn't I hear him complain.

Because Qiu Yu was afraid, what if Xu Yiqing didn't get the account book out?

The previous him was all left in the past, so were all the bruises and bleeding.

The most difficult thing in the world is that you can't turn back time.

How can she pay it back?

But Qiu Yu didn't think carefully. For more than ten years, he never thought that she would deny her.

Being fooled by himself, he lowered his head and smiled and said, "I'm going back to my room to sleep."

Xu Yiqing's blurred face was reflected on the black screen, and the stick needle in her hand did not lift up again.

When Yuan Mu came, Qiu Yu was squatting in the bathroom rubbing socks.

Pointing to the pile of socks like a hill, Yuan Mu stood at the door of the bathroom and asked, "How long have you been saving?"

Qiu Yu didn't want to mention that strange dream, in which the person in front of her was the one she was rushing to see.

He heard that dreams reflect reality, so he didn't want to expose his anxiety and uneasiness, and he felt that this kind of dream scene that he couldn't see and couldn't get was very unlucky.

"one semester."

Qiu Yu hastily rubbed two handfuls of each pair and threw them into the clear water basin, "What's the matter with your presence?"

"Give back your bowl."

"Oh, where's the bowl?"

"It was put in the kitchen when I came here."

"Being your own home?"

Yuan Mu shrugged: "Isn't it? The door is wide open, and the robbers are more willing to think so."

"She just left, she probably forgot to close the door."

Yuan Mu knew that he came here just to see Xu Yiqing leave.

Qiu Yu asked, "Is your mother not home?"

"Yes, I went to Sister Li's house to help."

Yan Li lives upstairs in Yuan Mu's house. She is four or five years older than them, but she just took the college entrance examination this year.

Because she studied late, she dropped out of school for two or three years, and only came back last year to repeat her studies.

The Yan family held a school entrance banquet at the big restaurant today, but it wasn't for her. Her younger brother Yan Lei also graduated from high school, and the name of the invitations both at the meeting and on the phone said Yan Lei's banquet.

"Are you going tonight?" Qiu Yu asked him.

It was still early for dinner, but Qiu Xi and Yuan Cha took the younger children on the street to the restaurant early to join in the fun.

"Why didn't you come to make up lessons today?" Yuan Mu asked him.

Qiu Yu was twisting the water out of the socks, turning and twisting, but couldn't squeeze out half a drop. Yuan Mu wanted to say that twisting the two pieces of cloth again would break his hands, and then he heard him say in a muffled voice, "I can't go, I will Mom is here."

"She doesn't know you make up lessons?"

Qiu Yu took it for granted, "I don't know."

He stood up, carried a basin of socks to the balcony, and took a wrong look when he was taking the clothes-horse, and saw a transparent vase on the window sill on the second floor opposite, half filled with clear water, and a handful of golden osmanthus stuck in it happily.

It is decorated with bright autumn light, and the windows are bright and clean.

When he returned to the living room, Yuan Mu was still standing there waiting for him, and asked, "If you don't tell Ms. Xu that you are coming to make up lessons, what will you give me for the make-up lessons?"

Qiu Yu approached, her hands were wet, she didn't touch him, she passed through his waist to support the wall, arched her back slightly, and sniffed the side of his neck.

Yuan Mu took two steps back and put his finger on him: "Speak the business, Qiu Yu."

"Is my sweet-scented osmanthus fragrant? Yuan Mu."

He still couldn't help hugging him so tightly that the water in his palm instantly soaked the skin around his waist.

Yuan Mu stood there for two seconds, then turned around and left. Qiu Yu only knew that he was annoyed, not that he was ashamed, and chased him to the door without grabbing his hand.

"Are you going tonight? You tell me and I'll decide whether to go or not."

He looked at his back and shouted, trying to trip him.

"Teacher, those flowers count as the tuition fee I paid!" Qiu Yu leaned on the railing and probed. She didn't ask him to stop, but just wanted to see him raise his face and curse.

Unexpectedly, Yuan Mu didn't pay any attention to it, he should have shouted "Get out" when he got out of the corridor, because that voice came from the balcony.

Qiu Yu pulled the door shut and rushed to the door for a while.

In the end, he went, Qiu Yu repeated his old tricks, dragged Qian Jin, and abducted him downstairs to Yuan Mu's house with a few words.

This time Yuan Mu didn't change his clothes, he locked the door and turned off the lights while wearing his slippers.

The restaurant is not far away, two streets away.

While walking on the road, Yuan Mu suddenly said, I will start school in two days.

Qian Jin thought that Xueba was also worried about starting school. Although he and Qiu Yu were still two weeks away from entering prison, he agreed: "Oh, my Yuan'er, you are so miserable."

"Tomorrow and the next two days are the last two classes."

Yuan Mu said.

Qian Jin was dumbfounded, this was obviously not what he said, and he had no idea of ​​the ins and outs of the word "attend class".

He was in the middle position, slowly looking towards Qiu Yu on the right.

"I know, I'll go."

Qiu Yu buried her head and looked at the road, "Today was an accident."

The evidence was conclusive, Qian Jin sighed, "Well, you two!" He held one in each hand, "What a good brother, I didn't tell my mother about this!" You Qi hugged Qiu Yu tightly, "It's hard for you, one People have suffered in silence for so long."

Qiu Yu got annoyed and pulled his arm away. Finally, she glanced at the other side: "Are you fucking hot or not?"

Qian Jin stretched his arms high and began to sing: "He said in the wind and rain——what kind of pain—"

"nerve."

Yuan Mu and Qiu Yu left side by side, leaving him behind to set up the stage.

When we arrived at the hotel, the lobby on the first floor was filled with round tables, and people of similar age sat together consciously.

But there were so many people, it was so crowded that they couldn't see Qiu Xi and Yuan Cha, their feet were slippery, and they had to be distracted to avoid the busy waiters.

Qiu Yu wrapped his arms around Yuan Mu's left shoulder, protecting his arm from which the cast had just been removed, and said, "Go to the table next to it, the least crowded."

"What?" The hall was noisy with people, Yuan Mu obediently hugged him, trying to hear what he had to say.

Suddenly, Qiu Yu couldn't say anything, but quietly squeezed Yuan Mu's arm.

Yuan Mu didn't hear it, but he seemed to understand, wherever Qiu Yu's toes were pointing, he would go there.

In the end, the three of them met Da Dou and sat around a table with a group of people they didn't know.

The four of them sat in a row to brag, and Yuan Mu sat in the middle but talked the least, and only helped them remove the chopsticks and arrange the bowls.

Qian Jin robbed him of his work, and wrapped the disinfection bowl with a layer of vacuum plastic film. He told Yuan Mu to trust him, and it was very cool to poke it in with chopsticks.

Qiu Yu was chatting with Da Dou about games, and while he was still talking, his palm covered the bowl of noodles, stopping Qian Jin.

"Why?" Qian Jin was dumbfounded.

Qiu Yu tilted her head and said, "I can't hear this voice."

He handed the bowl to Yuan Mu who was next to him, and Yuan Mu then slowly used his fingernails to find the gaps before he continued to chat with Da Dou about combo skills.

Da Dou didn't move, and suddenly he came between the four of them, and said in a low voice, "One o'clock, why does Xue Zhiyong keep looking at you?"

Yuan Mu was the first to raise his eyes, locking onto Xue Zhiyong, his eyes were dark and he was facing Qiu Yu.

Qiu Yu was about to find someone, but Yuan Mu pressed his knees under the tablecloth, so he didn't look up: "I got married with him yesterday."

Da Dou said, "The mad dog bit you?"

"It is."

Qian Jin is rare and serious: "Qiu Yu, do you know that he eats white powder?"

"How do you know?" Qiu Yu asked.

"Once I delivered noodles to Xiao Xiaozhi, Xue Zhiyong was also at home, and he was using a lighter to burn the paper on the cigarette box. There was a pile of white powder on the paper, and he didn't move when he saw me.

I went home and told my mother, my mother told me not to talk outside. "

Da Dou: "How did he mess with you?"

"Just, curse at me."

"Damn it, I've been bloated by drugs."

Da Dou took two chopsticks from Yuan Mu's hand and shook them in front of Qiu Yu's face, letting Xue Zhiyong look at him.

He aimed two chopsticks at Xue Zhiyong's eyes, and poked hard: "Look at your father."

Qian Jin was in a hurry: "Don't recruit him like this, this kind of person has no bottom line in doing things."

Yuan Mu kept staring at Xue Zhiyong: "He dares."

"Correct."

Da Dou grabbed Qian Jin's hands that were stretched out indiscriminately to cover him, folded them one by one to his chest, put on a posture of self-defense for Qian Jin, and said, "Don't be afraid, brother, that is a pustule that only bullies women."

Qiu Yu turned her head to look at Yuan Mu, the corners of her mouth raised, and the laughter was hidden in her throat, very small and low.

The arm slid down, he touched his knee along his thigh, pried open Yuan Mu's fingers one by one, and let his hand lie in inch by inch.

Yuan Mu knew that Qiu Yu was smiling, and knew that he was right in front of him. He lowered his eyes to look at the thick and sticky tablecloth, covering his emotions, and opened his lips to curse silently: You idiot.

Qiu Yu pretended not to understand.

Originally, he wanted to do it himself, but—he asked Qian Jin to do it for him. He stood up and found out which table Qiu Xi and the others were sitting at.

As soon as Qian Jin stood up, he saw a group of people rushing out from the corner of the hall, with Yan Lei's parents at the head and Yan Lei at the end.

The master ran away.

"what's up?"

More and more people stop chopsticks to find out.

Xu Yiqing was the most stable among them, and she should have been entrusted temporarily. She coordinated with the waiters to continue serving the dishes.

Fang Qiong shuttled through the aisle with a bag full of gift money, and kept saying that it was all right.

The banquet was finally finished in the sound of panic discussion.