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Xi Zhao took Xia Zhizhu's knuckles again, and at the same time, his thumbs slid across the boy's neatly rounded nails.

Mr. Xi has been a top student since kindergarten. He is good at preparing a dictionary of questions in advance during preview, and classifying them from A according to their importance, so as to quickly grasp everything he wants to know.

Question1: "Yoko Natsume, is she nice to you?"

Xia Zhizhu came back to his senses and nodded: "Very good."

He held Xi Zhao's fingertips and gently raised his wrist, showing him the position of his thumb joints, and answered the abstract question in detail: "Yoko had tenosynovitis at a very young age, and the cause was overwork."

In order to support Xiao Ruantang well in a foreign country.

When Ruan Mi escaped from home, he wrote an unsent letter to Yoko intermittently.

At that time, she had just learned that another life was being conceived in her body. After sitting downstairs in the small clinic for an afternoon, the woman threw the unsmoked cigarette between her fingers into the road together with the cigarette case and lighter. in the trash can next to it.

Seven months later, she gave birth to Ruan Tang in this small hospital where she was planning to have an abortion.

Why is it called a pond?It was not written in the letter, but the origin of the nickname "Tangtang" can still be traced.

——It's pretty good, I don't react too much, it's just that I have lost my appetite recently, and I think it will not have much milk after it comes.Downstairs, the aunt with a bad mouth and a kind heart brought two cups of soup upstairs every day, staring at me before leaving after drinking, as if she was worried that I would stumble and fall when I climbed to the balcony to pick loquats because I was too hungry.

——She thinks too much, I don't like loquat.

——Today is pigeon soup. I don’t like pigeons either, but I still swallowed it with nausea.Maybe it was food poisoning. I began to doubt whether the first word the child said after birth would be "soup".

——If the suspicion turns out to be true, I'll throw it to my aunt downstairs.

——Little さな叶 (little leaf), I seem to miss you a little bit.

Yoko later found that letter among Ruan Mi's belongings, and until Ruan Tang left Osaka, the thick letter that had begun to turn yellow was still sewn into the woman's pillow—but Ruan Mi was too free , In the past ten years, the number of times she has entered Yoko's dream can be counted on the fingers.

Xia Zhizhu hugged her knees, her long eyelashes drooping slowly.

"I left Osaka, and it wasn't Yoko who drove me away."

Yoko is the eldest daughter and head of the Natsume family, and the responsibilities on her shoulders have always been much heavier and more depressing than the rebellious banner of the Ruan family.It was Ruan Mi who helped her choose to break up back then, and later, Yoko also atones for it in pain for many, many years.

From Ruan Tang's birth to Ruan Mi's death, the mother and son have been living in a place called "Suyi". Yoko searched all the nearby towns before taking little Ruan Tang to Yancheng where Ruan Mi grew up. , continue to aimlessly pursue the almost disappeared Ruan family.

Later, Yoko, who had been away for 11 years, finally returned to Osaka before her father died, and completely took over the burden of the Natsume family that she had never successfully rejected.

"Yoko is very talented, those people have nothing to say, but they will not accept that Yoko finally handed over Natsume's house to me."

Even if Yoko never expresses this wish, Ruan Tang's university major has nothing to do with it, they are still watching, and when they find something wrong, they immediately want to tell the world.

If it weren't for the Ruan family's mother and son getting involved with Yoko and uncovering some old stories about the two women's romance, it wouldn't be so good. After Xia Mu's family found Wei Mingxi, they wouldn't just share the stories with each other so easily. Yoko and Ruan Tang.

The ice cream had melted, Xia Zhizhu stared at Xueding, and said slowly: "Everyone says I look like her."

Soft, gentle, sensitive, quiet, sometimes introverted to autistic.

But Yoko doesn't like her character at all. When Ruan Tang was always left alone and was euphemistically suggested by the teacher who didn't have the energy to take care of him alone, she should give up participating in the spring outing. The woman also squatted in front of him with red eyes and said with a smile : It would be great if Tangtang was more like my mother.

Then he will not be a child waiting to be saved, but he will be the one who saves people.

"But I like her very much." Xia Zhizhu said.

I liked it so much that I gave it to her the first handicraft I made in kindergarten, and quietly left all the money I earned when I grew up. Yoko was so frightened when she knew her life experience that she fell off the steps and couldn’t get out of bed. Standing in front of the door that was guarded not to allow him to enter, he quietly said "goodbye, mother" in his heart.

The movement of the people around him slowly pinching his fingertips to play stopped at some point, Xia Zhizhu hugged his knees and looked at the mountain night lights outside the window, and calmly answered Mr. Xi's unspoken question: "I am going to participate in He didn't know Wei Mingxi before the draft, but he knew me."

The people of Natsume's family did not let him meet his "relatives". Ruan Tang knew that his biological father should be his uncle, but he didn't know the name of the other party, where he was going, and he returned to the "family" in a daze. After "hometown", what will be waiting for me.

From actively approaching and showing favor at the beginning, to digging holes and framing quietly later.

The family members I thought were no longer family members, and the friends I thought were not friends at all.

Xia Zhizhu is not an idiot. Both Yoko and Faxiao have taught him to protect himself, but when he was trying to protect himself, Wei Mingxi was monitoring a blind spot where he couldn't see, and asked with a soft smile while holding a photo hidden by his roommate. He: Ruan Tang, you are a child of a low life, what right do you have to like others?

The world in front of my eyes suddenly became blurred again, and the fake and smiling faces in front of the stage and behind the scenes were entangled and mixed into the ear-piercing noise.

Xia Zhizhu uncontrollably covered his ears and hunched his back, but in the next second, he was hugged by someone across his legs and hugged tightly in his arms.

"And then?" Xi Zhao asked him softly with his chest against his back.

Those painful memories that can't be avoided are vented out in a swarm. Xia Zhizhu thought that never mentioning it would be self-help, but tonight someone took his hand and told him: just say it, just say it.

"We have an agreement." His voice was still trembling.

From the time when Ruan Mi's sister knew what happened to her sister and began to commit suicide, to when Ruan Mi passed away, she sent her husband to prison and then jumped off the building in front of the whole family, Wei Mingxi was tortured for five full years.Then from the autumn five years ago to September this year, as compensation, Xia Zhizhu will accept all Wei Mingxi's demands within his bottom line during this period.

Xia Zhizhu twitched the corner of his mouth: "It sounds like I'm getting a good deal, right?"

The arms around him were so tight that they seemed to be strangled to death, Xia Zhizhu heard the man's icy voice above his head: "Your bottom line is too low."

Xia Zhizhu woke up from the vortex of self-weariness, paled and shrank himself even smaller, and did not dare to raise his head when he made amends: "We have not signed an agreement with legal effect."

After calculating it one by one, maybe Wei Mingxi can be sentenced to extortion in court.

"But you won't sue him." Xi Zhao used declarative sentences.

After a long silence, Xia Zhizhu whispered weakly: "I'm sorry."

He knew that such behavior would make people angry, and Xia Zhizhu didn't even dare to tell Ji Baicen.

"No need to apologize, that's your business." The tone was so cold that the ice cream was almost re-frozen into icicles.

Xia Zhizhu was terribly frozen, but felt that what Mr. Xi said was very reasonable, and he was embarrassed for a while, not knowing how to deal with himself.

The arms that locked him tightened even more, and just when Xia Zhizhu felt that Mr. Xi was so angry that he wanted to strangle him to death, the man's lips suddenly fell on his forehead.

With slightly cool lips, a quiet and careful kiss.

He has been crying easily lately.

The moment he realized that he was shedding tears again, Xia Zhizhu suddenly seemed to know the reason for Mr. Xi's anger.

"sorry."

Xi Zhao didn't answer him.

"I don't like myself," Xia Zhizhu said selfishly on the verge of being strangled to death, "but you seem to really like me."

With no expression on his face, Xi Zhao hugged Xia Zhizhu tightly with an attitude of throwing people away, listening to the idiot in his arms talking about his own logic: "I like you very much, so I will start to try like yourself."

"..."

The strength to pull people to pick loquats and jump off the building suddenly disappeared completely.

The viewing pool downstairs is clear and transparent, shining with colorful waves under the reflection of night lights.

The pool is very shallow, there should be no fish, or the fish has already been held in his palm.

Xi Zhao's thick eyelashes drooped downwards, he lowered his head and rested his chin on Xia Zhizhu's shoulder, and said softly: "My social phobia probably stems from my growth experience."

The cuffs were suddenly grasped a little tighter, Xi Zhao pretended not to notice, and continued flatly: "Xi Yue is half a year younger than you, and my mother knew of his existence not long after he was born."

The married husband who thought he was a good man lived in his heart with a woman who was far inferior to him. He easily tore away the perfect illusion that she had carefully maintained for many years. Fu Yu must have found it hard to accept.

"Maybe she thinks I'm her only hope."

Xi Zhao's evaluation is understated, but the unspoken part that made his son feel sick is enough to make people feel bitter and sour just by imagining it.

With his back to the person sitting in his arms, he quietly turned around at some point, and the arm that was still tightly hugging his knee just now was like a vine, softly and silently climbing onto Xizhao's back.He looked down at Xia Zhizhu, with an indistinct night in his eyes.

"I don't like myself very much, either."

Xi Zhao said: "I hope you can add the part of me that I didn't like to your liking for me."

The student took the initiative to make up lessons, and the teacher saw that he was diligent, so he left more homework.

If you like it, if you can sell it for a pound, Xia Zhizhu may go bankrupt tonight.Not only that, but he has to go back and make a good plan, which ones will be given to me and which ones will be given to Mr. Xi.

When Xia Zhizhu was in school, he was very average in mathematics. He should have been troubled by it, but he suddenly rolled his eyes and really laughed.

"Okay." He replied.

It's late at night, the air in the suburbs is far better than the heat islands around the city, and the summer night wind is even more refreshing.

The man who pushed down the door from the back seat of the limousine thanked the driver gently and politely while holding the phone on the call. Even through a mask, the curve of his lips was still perfect.

The driver who was driving at night was so dizzy by him, he hesitated when he turned the steering wheel 100 meters away. The voice of the passenger just now sounded familiar.

"Rest well and stay safe."

After hanging up the phone, Yu Jianyi, who had been standing in the dark for an unknown amount of time, suddenly laughed beside Song Ci, lowered his voice, and said in a low voice, "When did you become so gentle, Miss Song?"

The woman put away her mobile phone, and absently answered with a cigarette between her hands: "I have always been gentle with my people."

Yu Jianyi leaned close to Song Ci's ear, and asked jokingly, "How can I become Miss Song's man?"

The orange-red cigarette butt was crushed in the ashtray.

She pinched the man's tie in the night, and pulled it to the corner of Yu Jianyi's lips.

"People can't do it, but they can be dogs."

The adult world is really complicated.

On the west bank of the Lujiang River, pushing open the door of the young boy's messy apartment, kicking all the limited edition sneakers into the studio full of musical instruments, Xi Yue clicked on the email that Xia Zhizhu sent to him just now in front of the computer.

The title of "To Die in Summer" was created by a good student, and the boy's singing voice was so gentle and low that he closed his eyes, as if he was about to fall into an unknown dream.

where is your home?

Sean asked the hesitant Xia Zhizhu.

He said that writing songs is the hometown of recording spirit.

Xia Zhizhu searched for a long time, where is his home.

Yancheng is Ruan Mi's hometown and the place where he settled in the past, but now it has become a foreign land.

Jiangcheng is not Xia Zhizhu's home, let alone Osaka.

But tonight, when he was lying next to his sweetheart, listening to the male voice wrapped in the night more and more subduedly reading to him the verses in the primary school Chinese textbook "Little Tadpole Looking for Mother", Xia Zhizhu suddenly felt , he seems to have finally returned to his hometown following the story.

"Good night, Mr. Xi."

The bedside lamp was off, and before getting up and going downstairs, Xi Zhao leaned over and rubbed the boy's forehead with the tip of his nose: "What did I say?"

Xia Zhizhu answered him word by word: "Good night, Xi Zhao."