a certain Zheng Kexin

When I was still living in the suburbs when I was a child, the neighbor to the west of Zheng Kexin's house had a mentally ill son.

That son was originally a normal person. He graduated and worked step by step, married a wife and had children, and then suddenly went crazy for some reason.

Adults never shy away from children. There is a big willow tree in front of Zheng Kexin's house. It is said that Su Yingyu lived there when she was a child, and now two or three people can't hold her when she grows up. In summer afternoons, people especially like to move a small bench to enjoy the shade under the tree and chat about their daily life.

Zheng Kexin squatted aside, listening while piling up sand.

Some people say that he has madness in his bones, which is hereditary.

Some people also said that he was stimulated by work and couldn't bear it.

At that time, Sheng Yunming was just a little confused, just forgetting things quickly, far less tormenting people than now, and often brought Zheng Kexin to the house to deliver side dishes to Granny Song of that family.

Grandma Song was an art teacher when she was young, with a good temperament, and she would teach Zheng Kexin to draw ducklings with branches in her spare time. She is a kind and dignified person.

A good person has a hard life, her wife died early, her only son was insane, and her daughter-in-law is still filial, and she never divorced because of the children and the house.

But what is this?

This sentence was sighed by Sheng Yunming, of course, it was the former Sheng Yunming.

The grandson of Grandma Song's family is a girl named Xiao Xu, who is older than Zheng Kexin. When she was young, children were not sensitive to older sisters, and the basis for judging peers was limited to height.

So Zheng Kexin never called her sister.

At that time, I was too young, and the affairs of "that family" were demonized by gossip. Xiao Zheng Kexin held a small charcoal stick to draw ducklings. He couldn't help it, and asked Xiao Xu curiously: "What kind of person is a crazy person?" of?"

Xiao Xiaoxu also drew ducks, and the two drew a long series, from the outer wall of Zheng Kexin's house to the outer wall of his own house, then shook his head dignifiedly, and said in an inscrutable way: "It's hard to say."

This word is a bit out of line for a child who just entered elementary school, Xiao Xiao Xu explained in a difficult and serious way: "That's right, I like Dad, but I don't like him."

In the next few years, everyone lived in peace, Zheng Kexin grew up slowly, and gradually understood the helplessness of Xiao Xu and Xiao Xu's mother.

Xiao Xu's family is from other provinces, and they have to buy a house if they want a local household registration, but Xiao Xu's mother can't do it alone, so Xiao Xu's father's sister paid the money—she helped Xiao Xu get Lincheng household registration, Xiao Xu's mother cannot divorce.

Xiao Xu's mother wanted to take care of her daughter, and Xiao Xu couldn't bear to leave her lonely and poor grandma behind.

But there was always a day when he couldn't bear to cope with it. Finally, Xiao Xu's mother paid back the money, divorced and left home, taking Xiao Xu away.

Not long after they left, Xiao Xu's father left home in the middle of the night while Xiao Xu's grandma was still asleep, and set fire to a family's house.

They were all on Xu Yang's production line. Zheng Kexin and Xiao Xu had been in contact for a long time. Later, the two met. At that time, Sheng Yunming had already started "creating ghosts out of nothing."

When the two mentioned the fire, Xiao Xu dipped the French fries into the ice cream and said lightly, "Actually, I'm quite happy. He set fire to other people's houses, and no one will ever say that my mother is heartless."

Xiao Xu was always older, and Zheng Kexin didn't quite understand it. At that time, she only felt distressed about this matter—what did Grandma Song do wrong.

The mental illness burned down other people's houses, but it was Grandma Song who apologized and compensated.

Later, Sheng Yunming's illness became more and more serious, and it became more and more tormenting. Zheng Kexin's love and filial piety for "grandmother" was smoothed out bit by bit, he was dug out of the hole, filled with hatred, and then he listened to others who didn't care about it. The bright moral high ground said to her—"That's your grandma, why are you so ignorant?"

Only then did she understand Xiao Xu's longing.

However, Xiao Xu's desire can still be respected and forgiven under certain circumstances. He hopes that Sheng Yunming "burns the house" in exchange for the opportunity to hold his scythe high, but no matter what the situation is, it is a big treason.

Because that is her blood relative, her elder, her grandma.

It was her mother's mother.

Just stay next to each other, bear it, she hates family, relationships, and crowds, and if there are more than two smoking creatures in the house during the holidays, she will be so annoyed that she will jump off the building.

The slight signs of improvement brought about by the stable life of the three weeks outside were brought back to the original state by Sheng Yunming's short words.

She kept holding back this anger until Friday. On Friday night, she called Su Yingyu as a matter of routine to report on the recent situation. Sheng Yunming's voice came over just as soon as the call was connected.

"Who?! Who?! Who?! Hey, hey, sweet——"

Zheng Kexin gritted her teeth.

"Hey, why don't you go home now, go to your grandma again."

Zheng Kexin's anger reached the top of Tianling Gai.

"What did your grandma tell you again—"

Zheng Kexin threw away the phone, Xu Niannian was on duty and hadn't come home yet, Zheng Kexin kicked her schoolbag into the room, slammed into the door and rushed downstairs.

A few minutes later, she sat down at the breakfast restaurant downstairs that never had a queue - the Malatang restaurant next door.

Zheng Kexin didn't like to eat snacks when she was a child, she didn't develop "antibodies", and she still hasn't had a stomach that can resist many market foods. Eating out is like testing poison. I will have a stomachache.

For example Malatang.

Every time I eat Malatang, my stomach hurts absolutely, and I hit every shot without exception.

Teenagers are full of emotions, with ups and downs all day long, because it is a common problem to seek life and death for a little shit.

In Qiao Yuan's words, it is only natural to lose your temper when you get angry, otherwise you will have more pimples than others.

Although he made a lot of nonsense, what he said was not rough. Emotions have to be vented, and sooner or later he will lose his hair.

However, Zheng Kexin got used to it and couldn't express it, so he found a new way and learned to fight poison with poison, using sexual torture instead of mental torture. Every time his breath was not smooth, he would have trouble with his stomach, as if his dream in life was to turn himself into an advanced stomach cancer patient before he became an adult. of.

She was thinking—"The stomach pain is better than now, and you won't be able to think about it when you pass out from the pain."

Adhering to this philosophy, she masochistically ordered two large bowls of Mala Tang, five-star heavy spicy, and ate them all in one mouthful.

After paying the money, she held her stomach and walked back to the community. She was so uncomfortable that she almost vomited at the door of the security room.

This kind of self-torture happened several times, Ning Zhi and An Ji were unlucky enough to go to the emergency room to rescue her sooner or later.

The building was not climbed up, but rubbed up, and when she finally touched the handle of the door, the hot sweat on her body had turned into shivering cold sweat. When she entered the room, Zheng Kexin floated past Xu Niannian who was drinking water with a pale face. Like a dead body, he threw himself onto the bed.

Relying on the last bit of strength, Zheng Kexin touched the remote control of the air conditioner and adjusted the temperature to the lowest level, and then patted the thick quilt that had just been dried by the pillow on his body - according to his previous experience, when he got sick, his body would definitely be cold and hot for a while. Hug the quilt when it's cold, and breathe in the cool air when it's hot.

Zheng Kexin was very nervous and thoughtful. She allowed herself to be in trouble for a while and crashed for a short time, but she didn't allow her prolonged illness to delay things. Now that she has heavy tasks in her third year of high school, she can't delay class.

In this kind of matter, it is rare for her to know the priorities.

This kind of magical brain circuit is probably the same reason as middle-aged people with beer bellies "soak wolfberry in a thermos cup" and "bald aunts" staying up late to choose eye cream.

As expected, within a short while, Zheng Kexin changed from sweating all over his body to convulsions all over his body, and his body turned into ice cream. I don't know if it was because of the stomachache or the air conditioner. When he rubbed the part of his back against the bed sheet, he could pinch out some pain. Put cold water.

When she crawled back from the toilet for the third time, Xu Niannian followed her into the door like a little tail, Zheng Kexin's face was pale, and she was a little dehydrated, her body hurt everywhere, and she refused to communicate.

But the person in front of him was Xu Niannian.

She only looks like a little kid when she competes with herself. She always looks sober and even calm when dealing with outsiders.

Xu Niannian approached her and asked, "Stomach pain?"

Zheng Kexin gave a weak "hmm".

Xu Niannian is very sensitive to the smell of food, and when she smelled her body, she immediately asked, "Have you gone to eat Malatang?"

Zheng Kexin bent herself into a ball, shaking her head and sweat all over the pillow cover: "Well, my stomach hurts when I eat it."

She is a person who handles her own affairs, and sometimes she has the personality to handle her own affairs because she is too lazy to explain.

When encountering this kind of situation before, she knew she was wrong, and she also knew that she couldn't explain it. She confessed her guilt very simply in front of those who knew her, but she would not say a word and prevaricate in front of people who didn't know her.

Xu Niannian asked, it was not difficult for her to fool the past according to the old routine, but this time she suddenly thought a little bit critically, I am a patient, don't scold me.

This kind of hypocritical and unreasonable idea of ​​young children appeared in Zheng Kexin's mind, fresh as if an alien species had invaded.

However, Xu Niannian didn't say anything, and went to look for medicine gently.

Zheng Kexin was not scolded, but an inexplicable sense of loss rose in her heart.

After taking the medicine, she fell asleep for a while. When she woke up, her stomach was already flat. Timely summer cool quilt.

Turning his head, he found that there was a towel on his head.

Zheng Kexin moved his neck, and found that Xu Niannian had not returned to the room, but turned on a small desk lamp and was reciting English words covered by a ruler.

She didn't disturb her endorsement, looked at the ceiling, thought about the stupid things she did, and asked herself.

"Is there something wrong with you?"

Every time she used her own body as an experiment to fight poison with fire, she would come to such a conclusion when her mind cleared up after the end, and it was the same every time, and then she would not learn a lesson and never repent.

Only this time, besides this... there seems to be something else...

Xu Niannian turned around after reciting a page, and saw Zheng Kexin staring at the ceiling with her eyes open. She was suddenly startled, walked over and squatted beside the bed, took off the towel and touched her forehead.

"No more fever." She said to herself, and asked, "Do you get a fever every time you eat Malatang?"

Ok?

fever?

Zheng Kexin shook her head: "No, it's not a fever, it's cold and hot for a while, just sleep and you'll be fine."

Xu Niannian asked back: "It's cold for a while and hot for a while, but it's not a fever."

Zheng Kexin was dumbfounded by the question, and suddenly realized that there was something wrong with her. I dare say she didn't think about this way every time she had a fever.

It's a blessing from God that she has managed to survive till now.

Zheng Kexin reflected on the spot, Xu Niannian turned on the light in the living room, went into the kitchen to heat up a small bowl of porridge.

The simple smell of rice wafted in through the crack of the door, and Zheng Kexin's stomach was dying to think, if it had a way, it would have already killed its master in the nest.

Xu Niannian watched her finish the porridge, turn off the light and go out. Zheng Kexin lay in the faint fragrance, listening to the sound of lightly tidying the kitchen outside the door, did not sleep, and slowly remembered her abnormal emotions when she fell ill.

She smacked the taste in her mouth, and suddenly understood the source of that sense of loss.

She wanted Xu Niannian to scold her, and then play her temper logically, like a normal 17-year-old girl who is helpless when encountering a situation, crying and throwing a fit and complaining about her grievances once.

Does she have to bear the grievance in her heart by herself? Can't she find someone to talk about or scold, even if she will be ridiculed afterwards or make herself feel ashamed.

For a moment, she was really tired.

After a while, Xu Niannian pushed the door open again, and Zheng Kexin's wild thoughts stopped for a moment, and she even closed her eyes for no reason, and pretended to be asleep for no reason.

Xu Niannian said softly, "Are you asleep?"

Zheng Kexin was silent for two seconds, then opened his eyes: "No."

As soon as she opened her eyes, she saw Xu Niannian had changed into her pajamas, and was standing at the head of her bed with her pillow and quilt in her arms, so she immediately asked, "What do you want...?"

Xu Niannian ran to the foot of the bed, threw the quilt and pillow inside against the wall, took off her shoes and climbed onto Zheng Kexin's bed: "I'll sleep with you today."

The author has something to say: Well, for Malatang, Malatang is really delicious, especially the chicken fried dough sticks, fungus, yuba, crab balls, egg dumplings, lettuce, winter melon, quail eggs, thousand-page tofu, blood tofu and gluten!

Oil gluten and fried dough sticks are the immortals recommended by Xiaoyue.

Mala Xiangguo and Mala Mix are also delicious. I don’t get a stomachache when I eat them, but my sister does get diarrhea when she eats them.