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When I went home again, there were a few old ladies from the neighborhood committee chatting with Yan Wanxin at the door.

Before Yan Wanxin was married, they lived in this alley. To a certain extent, the old men and women here are like the ancient cypress and plum trees in the alley, as if their roots are rooted in the soil under the floor tiles. , unchanged for decades.

Wen Yu came back early today, and greeted them with a rare smile.

"Hey, Mr. Wen is in a good mood today," the old lady said, shaking her cattail fan, "I usually ignore people when I come back."

Yan Wanxin glanced at him and helped out: "He's tired from work, so he can't take care of him after a busy day. Please forgive me."

Wen Yu looked at her mother gratefully, turned her head and hid in the house.

He's really bad at dealing with old people.

Yan Wanxin entered the room after chatting, saw her son helping to choose vegetables, subconsciously smelled it again.

Today I don't smell like that little girl anymore.

"Is there a lot going on at school?"

"Fortunately."

"Your aunt He introduced me to an accounting job. I have nothing to do after retirement. I go to work every day and come back at five o'clock." Open the drain basin and use a wire ball to carefully scrape the green and green rust marks: "You don't watch TV these days, and you go back to the study as soon as you finish eating. What are you busy with?"

"Play the king with my colleagues," Wen Yu said casually, "Mobile games, I will teach you later."

"I'm not interested," Yan Wanxin sighed, "Let's go watch a movie sometime. There's a spy movie that I heard is okay."

"Let's go tonight, I'll buy tickets."

The relationship between him and his mother is not close or far, as if they are both polite to each other.

It was not like this before.

When she was in middle school and high school, Yan Wanxin was no different from the worrying and nagging mother in the world.

She wants face and loves beauty, and being gentle once in a while can move people.

At that time, Wen Yu was so happy to cling to her, he hugged her cheekily when he came back from high school, and coquettishly said that he wanted to eat stewed pork ribs with beans.

Later, he had an operation and came out unexpectedly, and suddenly it was like a solid wall was erected between them.

She will not take the initiative to question, nor will she explore how long he has been ambiguous with another male classmate, and what step it is related to.

Just silently and resistingly, he kept his secret locked up, and transferred jobs and schools as quickly as possible.

He doesn't accept the reality, and doesn't give Wen Yu any leeway.

A few days after the plane landed, more than a dozen packages were being sent from Beijing to Guangzhou. Wen Jianwu was arrested across provinces and imprisoned overnight.

Wen Yu was still isolated at the other end of the high wall.He couldn't see what was on his mother's mind, but he could hear the extremely silent, heart-piercing crying.

He and she are still a pair of mother and son who have a good relationship. They have hardly quarreled in the past ten years, and they miss each other during the holidays.

But if you want to take a step closer and find something from the past, it seems impossible.

Wen Yu was looking for the movie she was talking about, when a chat message popped up.

[If I hear it]: The school temporarily gave me a quota. Tomorrow, I will go to several schools in Jiangsu and Zhejiang with my senior high school teacher to study and study.

[If I hear it]: I will be on a business trip for a week or two, and the plane ticket has already been booked.

Yan Wanxin was still sweeping the floor in the living room: "Are there any seats? Is it because I booked late and can only sit in the back row?"

"There is still a place in the middle, it's a bit off, it's okay."

Wen Yu responded by tilting his head to her side, speeding up the payment and buying the ticket, and then dialed out WeChat to reply to Wen Yu's news.

[Unhappy]: Safe journey.

They went to an old movie theater nearby, and there was still a musty smell when they went upstairs.

The plot is very old-fashioned. The beautiful spy deals with the enemy for intelligence, struggling repeatedly on the edge of life and death.

Wen Yu's butt was itchy from being covered by the airtight sponge cushion, he changed his sitting position several times but it didn't improve, and he began to be in a daze to himself.

His relationship has only started for one day, and his partner is about to go on a business trip, as if he had a fake relationship.

This new relationship, which has no real sense, seems to finally give him a little confidence and a sense of confirmation.

With confidence, Wen Yu finally breathed much more steadily, and belatedly began to wonder when was the last time he hugged his mother.

Like the day she was discharged from the hospital with cancer, he leaned over and gave her a hug, and was crushed on her wound by the disgust.

The secret agents lowered their voices to exchange information, and there were intense gunshots in the distance.

Wen Yu stretched out his hand, and quietly held her mother's hand.

Yan Wanxin was so stunned that she glanced at him, and Wen Yu looked back at her innocently.

She was so unfamiliar with this action, she was still surprised after a few seconds, but she never moved away.

Wen Yu suddenly felt braver.

He used to be terrified of being rejected.

It turned out that my mother's hands were dry and thin.Holding hands in high school, I can still feel that the palm and the thenar are full of flesh.

He let out a low sound, as if he had discovered something.

Yan Wanxin looked sideways, Wen Yu quickly shook her head again.

Maybe Mom was afraid of rejection too, he just never guessed.

Going back to work the next day, there is one less person in the school.

When Wen Yu walked into the school gate, he glanced left and right to make sure that someone would not pop up out of nowhere to tease him, then he greeted other students with a smile, walked straight to the office, and spent the whole day fumbling around.

He was strangely content and relaxed.

Wen Yu just went on a business trip and didn't disappear.

They connected through WeChat saying good morning and evening to each other, and they fell on the ground, very stable.

Then came the third day, the fourth day, and a week passed.

Wen Yu learned a lot from fishing, such as taking the initiative to make a cup of tea for his colleagues, and heard a lot of exclusive gossip.

While listening to the buddy's chatter, he turned on his phone to browse other people's circle of friends.

Then I saw a photo in another physics teacher's feed.

The colleague just took a random photo, half to complain and half to show off the hard work during the business trip.

The subject of the photo is the colleague's seat, with Wen Yu sitting on the side corner.

Seeing him in the third-person dynamic is like an unsuspecting encounter.

Wen Yu turned the phone sideways, carefully looked at the silhouette hidden in the corner, and thought that he was even more beautiful than ten years ago.

The lines on the shoulders and back alone are cold and erotic, like a long-planned seduction.

"Then Hu rushed all the way to the fourth floor. Guess who you met? His wife!"

"Oh, really?" Wen Yu took the time to praise her, seeing her colleagues continue to chatter, and continued to look at other people's reposts in Moments.

The director of the third year and the second year of high school specially posted several group photos in the group, which are very stereotyped when people went out to travel in the [-]s.

Wen Yu is unremarkably caught in the second or third position from the right, sometimes without looking at the camera.

In the shooting of the old teacher, he rarely showed a bit of soil.

Wen Yu noticed this and burst out laughing.

"That's right! I just said that this matter is too outrageous!" The colleague yelled, "It's really crazy..."

When Wen Yu got busy, he rarely sent him messages.

I heard that in Zhejiang and Jiangsu, the difficulty of the college entrance examination is increasing every year, and the teaching reform has been carried out several times.

Two weeks may not be enough if you really want to exchange experience and share, or complain a few times within the industry.

Since Wen Yu succeeded in holding his mother's hand last time, he inexplicably had the magical idea of ​​making persistent efforts.

He wants to challenge something more difficult.

So one day, while Yan Wanxin was cooking, she opened her arms and tried to hug her.

Yan Wanxin was taken aback by him: "How old are you! Why don't you hug me? Don't interfere with my cooking! You're chopping meat!"

Wen Yu maintained his movements and looked at her expression: "Are you embarrassed?"

After speaking, he suddenly turned around and ran away, and there was the sound of a kitchen knife snapping behind him.

He ran back to the study, thinking that I was very cowardly before I fell in love.

Am I that cowardly?

...it seems to be.

After Wen Yu, an evil guy, settled in his heart, he planted a lot of evil seeds in his heart.

Weird, but delightful.

Wen Yu simply picked a blissful and sunny Saturday, and went to see her father with a pack of books.

Naturally, she did not discuss this matter with Yan Wanxin in advance, otherwise she would have to babble several times with a livid face.

Go quietly, go back quietly, and say that you and your colleague werewolf killed.

Nothing had changed in the detention center except for one lamp that was broken and stuck in the corner like a dying moth.

The registration staff at the gate changed their faces and looked at the ID card and family certificate several times, as if comparing the similarity between his face and Wen Jianwu's.

Wen Yu held back for a while, then whispered, "Isn't it like that?"

The man didn't accept small talk, and waved his hand to signal him to go in quickly.

Wen Jianwu this month is not much different from last month.

There are a few stubbles on the chin that haven't been shaved clean, and it looks black and blue.

When they met again, they were still separated by the glass wall with air holes, and the prison guards were guarding one side with batons.

Wen Jianwu didn't expect him to come over again, and said in a straight voice, "How are you at school?"

"It's okay," Wen Yu looked at his prison uniform and cropped hair, trying to find a topic with the little courage he had in his heart: "What have you been up to lately?"

This question is applicable to father-son conversations in most countries, but he regretted it once he said it.

Why not mention this?

What else can one do in prison?

When Wen Yu realized that he had said something wrong, he felt a little annoyed.

Why can't we talk?How can I say that nothing is right? ?

Wen Jianwu was stunned for a moment, thought for a long time, touched the back of his head, and confessed honestly.

"... learning C++."

Wen Yu was stunned for two seconds: "Did you really see it?"

Wen Jianwu nodded: "If you behave well, you can use the computer for a while, but you can't connect to the outside, it's the LAN inside."

He had a rare desire to talk, and chatted with Wen Yu about the obscure C++, and the old computer that still had the XP system.

How much work does he have to do every day, he learned that he can go to the computer and try to operate something, and the gossip about the recent meals that the prison guard told him.

Wen Yu was fascinated by the sound, and suddenly the prison guard knocked on the glass wall: "It's time, hurry up and say goodbye."

Only then did Wen Jianwu come to his senses, and when he thought that he hadn't asked about his son's situation, he belatedly showed regret.

"On your side……"

"My mother has moved here. She recently went for a re-examination. She is in good health and has not relapsed." Wen Yu hurriedly said, "The teachers in our school take good care of me. I have a bit of a sore throat recently, but I guess it's because of a fire—"

"Hurry up, it's time." The prison guard became impatient.

"I brought you something!" Wen Yu spoke faster, opening the package that had passed the inspection in front of them: "My mother brought fermented bean curd from Guangzhou, a pure English copy of "Crime and Punishment." "—and an "Oxford Chinese-English Dictionary"!"

The prison guard knocked on the glass wall with his baton. Wen Jianwu stood up and nodded vigorously at him.

When he got up, the shackles on his hands fell heavily, and the shackles on his feet crackled, hitting the tiles harshly.

Wen Yu realized that there were still many things he hadn't said to him. Seeing that his father was about to be brought in, he raised his voice and said, "I'll come to see you next month—Dad—"

Wen Jianwu tried his best to look back at him, but before he could turn his head completely, he was pushed in by the prison guard.

The door slammed.

Wen Yu stood there with his eyes wide open, as if he had been slapped in the face.

He couldn't help but wonder why he only visited his father every six months before.

There were so many things to talk about between them—but what happened before?

He and his parents, him and his life, what happened before?

The staff had already walked in, asking him to go out in a calm and unintuitive tone, so that the next couple of visitors could come in.

Wen Yu nodded and walked out, his throat felt dry for a moment, until it hurt a bit.

He licked his lips and looked around, and saw that there was a large bucket of drinking water in the waiting hall, and seven or eight used paper cups beside it were piled up at the bottom of the trash can.

"Are there any paper cups, please?"

The person at the window waved his hand without saying a word.

Wen Yu was stunned for a while, even his throat began to feel burning thirst.

A whole bucket of purified water is [-]% full. If he ignores everything and bends his head to catch the water with his mouth, no one may stop him.

But he will never do that.

He looked for the staff everywhere, wanting a disposable paper cup to take a sip, even just a sip of water, before leaving.

At this moment, his mind was filled with the smile of his father just now when he confided.

Father was chatting happily just now, even reluctant to stop to catch his breath.

Wen Yu tried hard to remember what his father talked about just now.

He should bring a notebook, take more notes, and a voice recorder, he really wants to hear his voice.

The tip of his nose was sore, he was too thirsty to speak, and helplessly knocked on the door of the external office.

"Who?"

"Hello, you..."

"No, no, let's go."

Wen Yu nodded quickly, turned and left.

When he walked out of the detention center again, the parking lot was empty, and no one was waiting for him.

The inside of the car was scorched by the sun, and sitting in it was like sitting in a stove, and a hole could be burned through the skin.

Wen Yu turned on the air conditioner and waited for the temperature in the car to cool down before leaving, leaning against the hot seat in a daze.

The phone suddenly rang.

He suddenly grabbed the rope like a drowning man.

"Xiaoyu," Wen Yuping called him, "I'm busy these days, so I don't have time to contact you."

Wen Yu responded dryly.

There's nothing wrong with being brave.He felt like his throat was scalded too, and he couldn't say another word to anyone.

"Can you take the initiative to call me? Huh?" Wen Yu laughed and said, "I'll wait and see, but you've lost my temper."

Wen Yu really wanted to explain, this time he didn't have any scheming.

In the few days you just left, I had a good time.

When I think of falling in love with you, I feel that the sky is bright.

But when he spoke again, his voice was tired and cold.

"I don't want to fight."

He recalled unrelatedly that on the day his father was imprisoned, his mother stayed up all night, begging for help everywhere.

Every word passed over the phone felt strange and empty.

Guarantee, fraudulent loan, legal person, criminal responsibility.

When the court dropped the hammer, it not only meant that Dad's existence was immediately stripped away.

Even his dignity and existence were bloodily peeled off.

I may never be able to love anyone again.

I am empty.I am an empty hole.

"It's so cold." Wen Yu became dissatisfied: "Miss me, okay?"

Wen Yu said flatly: "I hung up the phone."

"Don't hang up." The man suddenly became authoritative//with a serious tone: "Xiao Yu, think about me."

His voice was low and strong, as if he was pulling Wen Yu to the ground with all his might, not allowing him to float too far away.

Wen Yu clutched the phone and opened his eyes, and in an instant, the warmth surged into his heart again.

He misses him.

He wanted to escape into his arms, wanted to be rubbed against his face again, holding hands and clasping fingers tightly.

He really missed him, and wanted to go with him to eat the fish head with chopped peppers at window No. [-], no matter how many students were watching, he would eat the portion in his bowl.

"I miss you..." Wen Yu's nose was sour, and he choked up when he spoke: "I miss you."

At the beginning, he missed Wen Yu, as if he allowed himself to become fragile, and all hard barriers could collapse and shatter.

"Brother Yu, I'm so tired," Wen Yu trembled incoherently: "The water cups in the detention center have run out, I'm so thirsty in the afternoon..."

"There are no cups everywhere," he said hastily, "I'm being polite to everyone, but none of them have cups..."

Wen Yu couldn't tell if he was crying, or if he was talking, his thoughts were confused, and he said what he thought of.

The man listened calmly on the other side of the phone, letting him talk nonsense out of breath for a long time.

It was as if some gate had finally been released, but the flood would not break the dam, but be held firmly in another person's arms.

Then dissolve them all.

Wen Yu stopped when he said that his throat was so painful, and said shortly, "I still have to drive home."

Wen Yu hummed softly, and asked, "Do you feel like you can still drive now?"

"Not really." Wen Yu glanced at the rearview mirror: "...I really want to fall asleep right now."

"Then go to sleep, put the seat down, and the temperature of the air conditioner should not be too low." Wen Yu said calmly: "Check if there is any spare mineral water in the car, if there is, drink a little, and drive when you are full of sleep."

He really found an unopened bottle of mineral water, drank the whole bottle in a hurry, and fell asleep right there.

I fell asleep from [-]:[-] pm to [-]:[-] pm, and when I woke up, the world was peaceful, without wind or rain.

Wen Yu rubbed his eyes, as if he really woke up from a nightmare at this moment.

He restarted the car and called Wen Yu before leaving.

"I miss you." He said hastily, "I slept for a long time just now, and I'm driving home now."

"I miss you too." Wen Yu laughed: "Best trip."