my kind of person

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Linshui Road is an inconspicuous narrow road in the old city, but it is only a few hundred meters long, and it is very troublesome to miss the wrong car. It passes through several old residential buildings.At the beginning of this year, Linshui Road also started repairs. The road is full of potholes and gravel, and there are many cracks in the bricks and manhole covers. Be extra careful when walking up.

From Linshui Road to Sipan Road, it takes about four to 10 minutes by bus.

Xie Ziyu lives in six residential buildings on Linshui Road. The houses here are too old to be considered a community. There are only individual residential building numbers, and there is no need for access control to enter and exit the gate.

Every day, he helps deliver dinner to a barber shop at the end of Linshui Road. The owner of the barber shop will send him a message in advance to tell him what to eat in the shop tonight. Most of the time it is some cheap self-employed small restaurants nearby, and most of them don’t do takeaway. , I can only pack it myself.

Every afternoon after school, Xie Ziyu would go to those shops to pack dinner and send it to the barbershop. The boss would pay him the meal money every week, and pay him the part-time meal delivery salary every month. Although the money is not much, But it can subsidize some daily expenses.

The owner of the barber shop is a woman in her 40s with a warm personality, and she especially likes the child Xie Zixin.

Knowing that Xie Zixin is alone, the proprietress kept Xie Zixin several times to eat in the store during the Chinese New Year. She always praised Xie Zixin for being good-looking and fair-skinned, which is suitable for light-colored hair. The store can help him once for free. Came out absolutely stunning.

Xie Zixin didn't care about this aspect, and he didn't think about which hairstyle would look good, so the boss personally dyed his hair for him, and dyed it into the light milk tea color that was popular at that time.

When it was just dyed, the shop owner helped Xie Zixin take a lot of photos, saying that the effect is perfect, Xie Zixin is very beautiful, and he must make the photos into posters to attract customers.

Xie Zixin didn't care, just looked at himself with light-colored hair, reached out and twirled the broken hair in front of his forehead, a little uncomfortable for a while, but after a long time, he got used to it.

On this day, Xie Zixin came back from the barber shop to deliver food, it was almost [-] o'clock in the evening, he walked into a residential building, the lights in the corridor were broken last month, and it was dark at night, because there was no unified management by the community, so there was no one build.

Xie Ziyu went upstairs with the flashlight on his mobile phone, familiar with the road.The corridor was a bit narrow, and the floor was covered with wall dust and various cardboards all year round. Xie Ziyu stepped on these things one by one, stopped in front of a door on the third floor, and opened the door with a key.

The room was as dark as the outside. Xie Ziyu turned on the light. The light in the living room was warm and orange. He turned off the flashlight of his mobile phone while closing the door, and checked the time by the way.

The simple numbers on the phone are set against a somewhat blurred lock screen background photo, which shows a handsome boy in a down jacket and carrying a shoulder bag.

The photo appears to have been snapped from the back of the bus, with the boy standing in front of the door, about to get off.

Xie Ziyu stared at the lock screen photo for a while, this photo had been his lock screen for more than two years, and today, it was the first time he saw the person in the photo so close.

Xiao Yi.

In the first semester of the second year of junior high school, Xie Ziqi still lived with his father Xie Mingkuan.

Xie Mingkuan was defrauded of money by investing in fake projects. He drank every night for two consecutive weeks, beat things at home when he was drunk, or beat and scolded Xie Ziyu.

That night, there was no wine in the refrigerator, and Xie Ziyu forgot to buy it. Xie Mingkuan kicked him, slapped him, grabbed his collar and slammed his head against the closet, and finally burned Xie Ziyu's elbow with a cigarette butt. three scars.

This was not the first time Xie Mingkuan hit him, nor would it be the last time. There would probably be one or two days and nights a week spent in cold pain.

At the beginning of the fight, Xie Ziyu could still yell, but if he yelled, Xie Mingkuan would hit him harder.After slapping too many times, he gradually stopped screaming, as if his soul was out of his body, and quietly watched the slap on the face of a walking dead.

Only that time, the feeling of being burned through the skin by the cigarette butt was so painful that he gasped twice.

After eight o'clock in the evening, Xie Ziyu went out to buy wine.

The corners of his mouth and face were bruised, a lump was swollen on his forehead, and his burned elbow was excruciatingly painful.He wore a mask to go out, his red and swollen forehead was covered by bangs, and there were several large blisters where he was burned. His sleeves rubbed him sorely. In the cold winter at the end of December, he could only expose his arms outside.

The owner of the small supermarket knew Xie Ziyu, knew that he was here to help his father buy wine, and would occasionally recommend new products to him.Xie Ziyu bought the kind that Xie Mingkuan drank most often, and went to the pharmacy to buy a scalding ointment.

The moment he came out of the pharmacy, he looked at the quiet old city and suddenly didn't want to just go home.

So Xie Ziyu got on a bus casually, leaned against the window, and followed the bus slowly.

He thought quietly, he used to go to the small river on the outskirts of the city when he was a child, but he never went there after moving.

I don't know if the river is dry now, I don't know how deep the river is now, I don't know if the river is cold in winter.

In fact, Xie Zixin is a little afraid of water, because Xie Mingkuan once pushed his head into the toilet, and the stream of water with the slightest smell submerged his head and poured into his nasal cavity and ears, leaving him struggling in vain and leaving behind. Under the unforgettable fear and helplessness.

After sitting on the bus for three stops, a lot of people came up at a business center station, men and women, including a boy, wearing a down jacket, a sweater inside, and a hood, sitting on a single seat and looking down Movies on your phone.

After a few more stops, the number of people in the car gradually increased. Today is the weekend, and there are quite a few people taking the car at this point.

At this time, the drowsiness of a car of drowsy people was suddenly dispelled by a girl's scream. A high school girl stood in the corner with a frightened face and pointed at a middle-aged man, saying that he had just sneaked up on her.

The middle-aged man was sharp-tongued and full of sophistry, which made the girl cry in anxiety. The whole car just watched silently, except for the boy watching the movie.

The boy opened his mouth and said that he testified that the girl was molested and he saw it with his own eyes.

When the middle-aged man saw that the guy who was talking was a boy who was still in middle school, he yelled and cursed, his words were extremely dirty, and threatened the boy not to meddle in his own business, he already remembered his face, be careful and call someone to fix him in the future.

After the boy heard this, he stood up straight away. He was considered to be particularly tall among his peers, and he suddenly changed from looking up to looking down. The boy took off his hood, revealing a handsome and charming young man, with a serious look on his face. s face.

The boy said coldly: "Okay, then you'd better remember my face, and next time you see me, just go around."

The middle-aged man probably only dared to bully the weak. He had never met such a bold one, so he was taken aback.Seeing the middle school students all stand up, voices of yelling and cursing gradually echoed in the car.Just when the car reached a stop, the middle-aged man got out of the car resentfully.

The girl who was molested choked up and said thank you to the boy. The boy shook his head and told her: "It's okay, a little thing, just don't affect you, just be happy."

After two stops, the boy was about to get off the bus. He got up and stood in front of the bus door. The moment the bus stopped, Xie Ziyu in the back row quietly took a picture of him.

In fact, at that time, Xie Ziqi didn't understand why he did that.

Afterwards, he also got off the bus at the stop behind the boys, but he didn't leave in a hurry. Instead, he sat down on a chair at the bus stop, carrying a case of beer and an ointment.

Since elementary school, he was looked down upon by the boys around him because of his appearance, forced by the senior boys to change skirts, pushed to the ground by the boys in the same class, and "painted lipstick" on his lips with a red colored pen. The girls looked at it with strange eyes.

Xie Ziyu was bullied at school, Xie Mingkuan didn't care, but impatiently blamed himself for being too easy to bully.

His mother Chen Yun ran away because of his father's domestic violence when he was in the second grade of elementary school. She ran away suddenly one afternoon and made him breakfast that morning.

After entering the fifth grade, Chen Yun, who had no contact with Xie Ziyu for three years, suddenly contacted him quietly again, and secretly met him in a coffee shop.

At that time, Chen Yun held Xie Ziyu's hand and cried, saying that she was really sorry for him, but she couldn't bear to live with his father anymore, so she had to leave. It's not that she didn't want him, but she didn't take anything with her when she left. Money, when she works hard, she will file a lawsuit with Xie Mingkuan to get his custody back.

Xie Ziyu just listened silently, he didn't actually blame his mother.

Chen Yun defected to her natal relatives and found a job in a factory.She gave Xie Zixin a new bank card and told him to remember the password of the card, it was his birthday.

Chen Yun told him that she would transfer [-] to this card every month in the future, and then transfer an additional [-] to Xie Ziyu's WeChat, a total of [-]. When her mother's job stabilized, she would slowly call him more.

Chen Yun said that after he turns 16, he will apply for a new card by himself. Before that, he will use his mother's card. This bank card must be hidden well, and his father must not find out. It is absolutely impossible for his mother to come to him. Can't talk to anyone.

After saying this, Chen Yun was about to leave. When she left, she stood on the side of the road and looked at Xie Ziyu for a long time.

After that, Xie Ziyu hid the card according to what her mother said, put the bank card in the interlayer of the drawer, and received the two sums of money every month.

But he didn't tell anyone that after parting with Chen Yun that day, Xie Zixin went to buy a new phone card and re-applied for a WeChat ID with the new number. The money was transferred to the new WeChat account, and all the transfer records and change records with Chen Yun were deleted.

On the day of graduating from elementary school, Xie Ziyu saw Chen Yun again. Chen Yun's complexion was much better than in the past year, and life seemed to be better than before.

Chen Yun gave Xie Zizhen an inexpensive English electronic dictionary. Xie Zixin was often praised by teachers for his talent in English when he was in elementary school. She always hoped that he could learn English well.

After that, the money Chen Yun called him every month increased to two thousand, one thousand for the card, and one thousand for WeChat.The money in the card Xie Ziyu has almost never been touched, and the money in WeChat is also trying to save it day by day.

In the second year of junior high school, Xie Mingkuan discovered that bank card.

When Xie Mingkuan found out, more than 3 yuan had been saved in that card.On the night when the bank card was discovered, Xie Mingkuan went mad and pressed Xie Ziyu's head in the toilet to flush the water over and over again. Countless fists landed on Xie Ziyu, forcing him to tell the password, and finally knocked him out. Spent the night in the toilet.

The next day, Xie Mingkuan took all the money in the card without missing a penny. He checked the flow on the ATM machine to confirm that it was all credited to this card. Xie Zixin has other contacts, and Xie Zixin's WeChat only has a little living expenses that he gives every month, and there is no other money.

Xie Mingkuan took the [-] yuan to invest, never expecting that Xie Ziyu had a WeChat account that he never knew, and there was another part stored in that WeChat account.

Xie Ziyu had always been submissive in front of him, and perhaps he had never thought that his child would have such courage.

Since all the money in the bank card was taken away, Chen Yun suddenly lost contact with Xie Zixin, and she seemed to disappear out of thin air, without the greetings of the festival, and became silent.

It was not until half a year later that Xie Zixin learned from his aunt Chen Jing, who had not been in touch for a long time, that a liquefied gas tank exploded in the chemical factory where Chen Yun worked. Chen Yun happened to be on duty in the factory at the time, and was seriously injured and survived.

The aunt said that her mother had made a will, and because her grandparents had passed away long ago, Xie Ziqi would inherit most of her estate.Chen Yun lived in the dormitory of the factory, and there were not many belongings. The only locked drawer in her dormitory contained wallets, bank cards, some important documents, and a photo of Xie Zixin.

The aunt also specifically told him not to let his father know about it.

In that factory, Chen Yun received a monthly salary of 3000 yuan, but each time she had to give 2000 yuan of it to Xie Zixin.

That night, Xie Zixin sat by the window all night, just staring at the silent night in a daze, he only shed a few tears, and then he stopped crying.Because apart from his mother, no one in this world would care about his crying anymore.

In the past few years, his body and mind have been stitched stitch by stitch by those whispered calls from his mother, holiday blessings, and tender love like a dream, but someone took away all the densely stitched threads , In just an instant, those lines spread out like tides, leaving a dry, bottomless hole.

Since then, his young life has only been pushed forward by time in silence. There is nothing in this world that arouses his interest, and there is nothing worthy of his efforts when he grows up. He has been peaceful along the path of decay. Walking down without hesitation, he didn't care about his own suffering, and never cared about the deep wound in his heart, allowing it to tear his flesh and blood in a slow time.

But at that moment, when Xie Zixin sat alone under the bus stop sign, he felt different again.

There was beer bought for his father at his feet, and the endless flow of people and cars became like a scene of flickering illusions. His heart felt the pain of violent convulsions after a long silence, and then he was reluctant to part with everything. .

The cold cover around him seemed to be pierced by a ray of light, struggling to break out of the ground in his heart, holding the candle that he thought would never be lit again, he couldn't see the way ahead, no matter what was in front of him, he They accepted it without any resistance, and just walked forward indifferently.

However, someone ignited it again, and it burned so fiercely and endlessly, constantly reminding him how dark the night road he was walking on was, and that he was living in an unbearable hell.

He felt at a loss, felt unfair, why had never such a person appeared in his life, even if he just gave him a hug, a smile, and a look without malice.

Xie Zixin bent down and cried, the wound at the corner of his mouth was soaked with tears, which aroused the pain he had neglected for a long time.

He forgot the river that should have devoured him in the winter night, leaning against the billboard next to him, choked up, cried until his ribs ached, as if something had pierced his flesh and blood, and the blood hole in his heart was abrupt Every time he started to have something to desire, the pain would only become more obvious.

At that moment, he knew that that figure was like a song and a beam of light, which he would never forget in his life.

That night, Xie Zixin came home at almost eleven o'clock. Xie Mingkuan was furious. He slapped him when he came up, and asked him why he came back so late when he was asked to buy a drink. Did he secretly go to the Internet cafe to play, and he dared not call? do not answer.

Xie Zixin had half of his cheek swollen. He quietly put the beer on the table, and the glass bottle made a crisp sound.Xie Mingkuan asked him to bring him a bottle, Xie Zixin took out a bottle expressionlessly, walked up to Xie Mingkuan, and smashed the beer bottle on his face.

Xie Mingkuan was hit with a nosebleed, he was stunned, then he jumped up, knocked Xie Zixin down on the cold ground, and spit out the most vicious words inarticulately, he pinched Xie Zixin's neck with both hands, saying that he would kill him strangle.

Xie Zixin struggled and knocked the beer bottle in his hand against the corner of the table. The bottle exploded with a loud noise, and the beer flowed all over the floor.

Xie Zixin took the sharp base of the beer bottle and stabbed it hard into Xie Mingkuan's arm. Xie Mingkuan let go of his hand in pain. He stared and panted heavily, his eyes seemed to be looking at a monster.He became even more furious, rushed into the kitchen and took the kitchen knife, yelling, "I will hack you to death today and chop off your hand."

But when he rushed out, he only saw Xie Zixin standing by the window with a cold and calm expression that he had never seen as his biological father.

Xie Zixin was holding a lighter in his hand, the golden flame was beating in the dead silence, less than a finger's distance from the curtain blown up by the night wind.

Xie Mingkuan tremblingly said: "You, you dare!"

Xie Zixin said expressionlessly: "Why don't you dare? I'm not afraid of death, are you afraid?"

At that moment, Xie Mingkuan was afraid.

He shook his lips, finally dropped the kitchen knife, opened the door of the house and ran out a few steps like fleeing from a madman, and then there was a loud sound of closing the door.

Xie Zixin watched him leave, and then his stiff arms slowly relaxed. He was too tense, and when he relaxed, his arms ached.

He extinguished the lighter, threw it on the ground, and sat down by the window wearily. He remained motionless, as if he had shed his flesh and blood and turned into a silent sculpture.

The cold wind poured in from the gap in the window lattice, instead of the icy river water, enveloping him in it.

After a while, the sound returned to Xie Zixin's senses from all directions. He slowly raised his head and saw the clock hanging on the wall of the dining room that hadn't broken for many years. It was still running non-stop until today.

One day after Xie Zixin got out of school, he found that all the things Xie Mingkuan had left at home had disappeared. His ID card, driver’s license, keys, most of his clothes, and all the cash he could find at home had disappeared with him. Xie Mingkuan seemed to be taking advantage of his absence to come back Went there, and never plan to come back.

Xie Zixin didn't respond.

The restaurant where I packed today is a little far away, Xie Zixin didn't have time to eat properly, he put his backpack aside, took out a bag of half-eaten sliced ​​bread from the refrigerator, he took out three slices and put them on the plate, and bundled the rest When he got back, he put the plate in the microwave and heated it up on a low heat.

The microwave oven was bought only last month, and it was not expensive, but he hesitated for a long time, and finally decided to buy one.

After the bread was heated, Xie Zixin ate the bread while watching the news, but his mind was not on the news.

I saw that person today, the same as two years ago, that person is still very dazzling, even though he was a bit fierce to him because of a misunderstanding, Xie Zixin didn't blame him.

For two years, Xie Zixin was used to keeping that figure in his heart, and he would never forget it, nor would it shine on the sun.That person is different from him, he lives under the ordinary and warm sunshine, and will not have any intersection with him.