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Back home, both parents were sitting on the sofa, apparently waiting for Lin Lian to come back.

He was uneasy for a few seconds, and then heard his mother say: "Lin Lian, you have grown up, and your parents can no longer restrain you. It's just that you still need to carefully consider many things. Your parents can't accept it, but they respect your ideas. "

For the first time, he heard the word "respect" from the mouths of these two people. Lin Lian was so surprised that he didn't know what to say, and he didn't know what happened in just one morning, but it suddenly occurred to him that Jiang Cun was no longer It's my boyfriend, and I smiled bitterly in my heart: "Actually, we broke up a long time ago."

The faces of both parents were not very good-looking, Lin Lian just nodded "Yeah", smelled the aroma on the dining table, and asked very loudly: "Mom, what are you cooking today, I'm going to starve to death!"

Lin Jianshu put a chopstick dish into Lin Lian's bowl, and said earnestly, "Lin Lian, Dad can't understand your..."

"Homosexuality." Tao Xianxia reminded.

"Oh, gay, yes, it's just that you like boys. This society is developing too fast, and Dad doesn't ask for anything else. As long as you can pass the college entrance examination smoothly, you will be happy for the rest of your life."

There were tears in Tao Xianxia's eyes. In fact, she really felt that her son was sick and needed to be treated, but after searching the Internet, she found that it was not the case. She only felt that her son was getting farther and farther away from her. The little boy who could be gently hugged when I was a child: "Don't follow your mother's old way, even if you are looking for boys to play with friends, you must find reliable ones with compatible personalities."

Lin Jianshu happily picked up a piece of ribs for her: "Honey, look at what you said, we are not very affectionate now!"

"Stop talking nonsense," she glanced at Lin Jianshu, and put the spare ribs into Lin Lian's bowl again, "Eat less, what will Lin Lian eat after eating!"

From the moment they started to make up classes during the summer vacation, they officially became senior high school students and started the hell life in the eyes of their predecessors.

The pressure of studying is getting heavier and heavier, the air conditioner in the classroom that has been said to be on has not moved, and the sweat slid down the forehead and dripped onto the table, soaking how many layers of papers.

Lin Lian always felt that he had become a numb robot. Those days of burning night battles could not be said to be bitter, but tired, so tired that people just wanted to lie on the bed like a corpse, and fell asleep deeply.

I don't know if it's a mentality problem, but Lin Lian's grades have gradually stabilized since the beginning of supplementary classes. He got a record low in the final exam of the second semester of high school. He was No. 90 in the grade. He jumped to No. 20 in the first-term exam and returned to normal levels; The school divided the students in the Kunpeng class according to the results. Lin Lian sat in the classroom where Xu Xianqing sat in as he wished, and moved towards his goal step by step.

He calls and sends messages to Jiang Cun almost every day, but Jiang Cun never returns, and the phone keeps shutting down; he asks Fang Zijin on WeChat, and he feels relieved after knowing that Jiang Cun is still painting in the studio. All the arrogance was thrown on his studies, and Wen Mingche even said that he had never seen such a diligent brother Lian.

He put on a new note saying "admitted to the top ten in the grade" and pasted it on the table. He had already planned to go to the main city on the National Day after the monthly exam, and become a man with a boyfriend again.

He admits that he is a fool, admits that it is not good for him to fall in love, and he has to twist and twist to let others guess his mind.

Lin Lian even forgot how he answered Yin Huaige back then, but now he suddenly remembered, he just wanted to pull his shirt collar and call him an idiot—you fucking said tolerance, understanding and communication, why did you forget it yourself?

Roundabout, why are they both so roundabout?

The National Day of the third year of high school is only three days away. It is the first time that Lin Lian is so active in homework. He struggled until the morning of the first day to complete the task. He took a taxi to the train station just after dinner. He was afraid that if he missed it, he would have to wait for the winter vacation. .

Thinking back to the whole year of his sophomore year in high school, he suddenly found that he changed his mobile phones quite frequently. He smashed one by himself and was confiscated by Emperor Qilu. It was empty, not a single photo was taken.

There was still half an hour before the departure time, and Lin Lian really didn't know what he could do, so he had to learn something about Jiang Cun from Fang Zijin.

[Handsome Lin]: Let me ask you, do you have a National Day holiday?

【Contemplating till now】: Don't let it go, go to dinner at six o'clock, and continue painting in the evening.

[Handsome Lin]: Thank you.

[Contemplating till now]: It doesn't exist, it's just that Jiang Cun seems to be in a bad mood after he came back, do you have a bottom line?

[Thinking until now]: Lin Lian, actually, I think you should give him more time, Jiang Cun is just too introverted.

What Fang Zijin didn't dare to say was that he felt that the two of them really didn't know each other well enough. One was waiting for the other to speak up, while the other stayed in his own safe zone and didn't dare to take a step. With tears, they will inevitably suffer a lot on the way forward.

[Handsome Lin]: Thank you.

Turning off the phone screen, Lin Lian looked at his own face reflected on the screen without moving, and suddenly felt that the young man with provocative peach blossom eyes was so strange.

After a while, he seemed to see Jiang Cun mustering up the courage to ask him to be his studio model, seeing Jiang Cun carefully approaching and covering his lips, seeing Jiang Cun's cheeks flushed with anger... Before he knew it, they seemed to know each other for a while. years.

The high-speed train came into the station, and he took out his mobile phone and sent Fang Zijin a message, taking advantage of the signal before the train started.

[Handsome Lin]: Can you tell Jiang Cun, please, that Lin Lian misses him and misses him all the time.

[Handsome Lin]: When I think of him, I can dream of him, I can write his name in my homework, I want to see him, I want to hug him, I want to go to the library with him, eat hot pot, and do many things together .

Fang Zijin, who was holding the mobile phone, was suddenly shocked. He had never seen a person so numb to this extent. The corners of his mouth unnaturally froze in an embarrassing arc, and he tapped the screen and said, "No, your words are still Tell him yourself, sorry I can’t do anything.”

It’s just that the signal was disconnected at that moment, and Lin Lian didn’t receive the message. He put on his earphones and started listening. The scenery outside the window formed a long line across the glass, fields and villages, factories and roads, all whirring in the air. The sound is fleeting.

According to the address sent by Fang Zijin, Lin Lian arrived at Jiang Cun's studio in less than an hour, but he saw a lot of people watching from a distance. Someone was fighting, Lin Lian suddenly felt uneasy, and took a closer look—damn, isn't that Jiang Cun?Who is he fighting?

"Auntie, what's the matter?" A young man who was also watching the show asked the person next to him, with a curious expression on his face.

"I don't know either. They said that the two inside were the baby and his father, and they were fighting," the aunt said worriedly. To the baby to ask for money."

"I see this man sneaking around every day when I come back from get off work. He doesn't look like a good person."

"Who is fighting with your own baby on the road in broad daylight? I really can't see through it."

"Don't hit, don't hit, I think if you continue to fight, you will die!"

The people around were still chattering, but Lin Lian was trembling all over. He only saw Jiang Cun's face full of murderous intent, as if he wished to send this man to hell immediately, his eyes were cold, as if he was using his eyes to torture this person.

But Jiang Cun couldn't see or hear anything, he punched the man Jiang Pingguang with trembling hands, gritted his teeth to keep his tears from coming out, and stuck his coat on the ground several times. A lot of dust slid down from his shoulders, revealing the dense scars on his arms.

"Go to hell."

"Go to hell."

"Go to hell."

He repeated these three words with every punch he threw. Whether he was thrown to the ground and slapped or picked up a stone and threw it at Jiang Pingguang, he only had these three words in his heart.

"Go to hell."

He didn't even want to look at Jiang Pingguang at first, but who knew that this man would start talking nonsense after he couldn't get the money? Dumped it.

"You're pretty fucking capable, Jiang Cun. If it weren't for Lao Tzu, would you be a little bastard like you are now?"

"Do you recognize me? Oh, are you still thinking about your bitch mother coming back to give you milk?"

"Let me tell you, your mother died a long time ago. She jumped into the river and died. Now you are the only one alive!"

"Ha, I heard that you still have sex with men? Stop pretending, give me money!"

"Do you want to be forced to kneel on the glass and sleep in a pigsty like your useless grandfather?"

"Hahahahaha, Lao Jiang's family is a bit stubborn, I'm just fucking..."

"My god, do you dare to hit me? Don't think that because you are also surnamed Jiang, you dare not fight with you!"

There is still a hazy shadow of Jiang Pingguang deep in his memory, he is obviously not like this.

Back then, he obviously liked to laugh, read books, didn't swear, would patiently tell Jiang Cun bedtime stories, and would give him a dollar to an old woman begging on the street.

He loved Luo Shu so much back then. He loved Luo Shu so much that he severed ties with his family because of her. Bureau.

Jiang Cun just looked at Jiang Pingguang indifferently, he felt trembling with every breath he exhaled: "I don't have a father, Jiang Pingguang, you are a bastard, you are a beast."

No one can hurt the one he loves.

Grandpa, grandma...

And Lin Lian.

Jiang Pingguang was stronger than him, grabbed his collar and slammed into the tree, staring at those cloudy eyes and threatened: "Will you give it to you, kid?!"

He felt so painful, so painful, Jiang Pingguang's every punch was on his heart, smashing the little illusion of "home" in his heart.

Jiang Pingguang has been taking drugs for a long time, and he just got out of prison recently. He always feels uneasy in his heart, and his old illness has relapsed.

It just happened to be a drug addiction attack, and his body after many years of drug use was far from being as strong as ordinary people. He only felt that the strength in his hands was suddenly drained, and his mind was dizzy. pain.

Jiang Cun pinned him to the ground and beat Jiang Pingguang viciously like his life. Seeing his heart devouring by thousands of ants, tears finally couldn't help falling down, one by one mixed with blood and sweat. face.

"Go to hell."

Every frame was slowed down, and his movements seemed to be a black and white silent film. He saw Jiang Pingguang's ferocious expression, saw him swearing deliriously, saw his arms constantly waving, saw Someone exclaimed at the scar on his hand, saw the siren of the police car approaching from a distance, saw Fang Zijin's astonished expression coming out of the studio, and saw the uniformed policemen trying to get Jiang Pingguang out of the way. His subordinates dragged him out, and saw a person rushing through the crowd regardless, came in, and hugged him.

He said, baby, don't cry, Lin Lian is here.

Seeing himself plunging into Lin Lian's arms, Jiang Cun couldn't control the fear and hatred in his heart anymore, and began to cry like a child.

He said, you go to die, you go to death, you are not my father, you go to death.