Infatuation is the most boring

I don’t know how to get drunk when I drink, my mind is full of pictures during the day, every detail is constantly zoomed in, every picture is constantly slowed down, and it is constantly clear.

In the past, the clues became clearer and clearer, and the unreasonable things gradually found their answers.

I cried while drinking and holding the wine bottle. Now that I think about it, I feel that I was really young and ignorant at that time. I put all my grievances in the finished wine bottle and smashed the empty ones. .

When I was half drunk, I heard Brother Li say: "Little friend, you can come to me in the future if you need something, and I can help you once unconditionally. This is... a promise to you."

I was slightly drunk, pulled him and asked, "Really?"

"really."

Later I heard that it was Brother Li who sent me home. I was so drunk that I didn’t know how I got home. I didn’t know what happened. When I woke up, it was already noon the next day. Obviously, I had already missed the morning class. .

There was no one in the family, only one Alexander who didn't know anything in his kennel, and the others were a mess.

Then what?What's the difference between absenteeism and leave?Ask for leave, with whom?Lin Qingyi?I don't know how he escaped from my house later on.But come to think of it, with my dad protecting him so much, the chance of him being hacked to death by my mom with a kitchen knife is basically zero.

My mother came back in the afternoon of the third day, and she was admitted to the hospital. Of course, my father and Lin Qingyi couldn't have the face to do something to her, but she was too excited when she did it, and she was wearing high heels, and she sprained herself, as if The injury was quite serious, and I went to the hospital by myself, and returned home after a day of calm in the hospital.

In the bedroom, my father's things are all there, but everything in the studio is gone.

Perhaps it can be foreseen that everything at home is not important to him, the neatly ironed clothes for him are nothing, the slippers that have been worn for several years are nothing, and the scarves that my mother wove by herself are nothing. Those things are nothing.

All he cared about was the torn paper in the studio, the sweetheart he drew.

I always remember my mother's expression when she limped to the door of the studio and saw the studio that had been evacuated. The despair and sadness in her eyes turned into tears, which gushed out like a burst bank.

She cried and fell straight down, and sat at the door of the studio, crying uncontrollably.

I couldn't stand it anymore, went back to the room and took out my mobile phone to call my dad over and over again. The voice of the female customer service of China Mobile, which I had heard countless times, made me upset.

It never occurred to me that he would not answer my call, was he afraid to face me, or unwilling to face me?

Okay, he doesn't want to face me, I can ask Lin Qingyi to come and find me in person.

I haven't been to school for two days. Lin Qingyi is my class teacher. I don't believe that the school doesn't ask, and I don't believe that he doesn't.I made up my mind, if Lin Qingyi and my dad don't show up, I won't go to school for a day.

But what happened?

and then?

I don't know anything, I don't know what to do, I don't know what to do.

The woman crying hoarsely in the living room is probably the same as me.At that time, I locked myself in the room, covered my ears with a pillow, and forced myself to ignore my mother's continuous crying all night in the living room, and I didn't go out to see her from the beginning to the end.It's not that I don't love her, it's just that I was stunned by the sudden change and didn't know what I was doing.

If time can be repeated, I will definitely be by her side and tell her that I love her the most in the whole world, and I am willing to face everything with her.

Unfortunately, no if.

When I opened the door the next day, as soon as I walked into the living room, I saw my mother lying on the floor of the living room. She must have cried all night, and she cried herself to sleep.

How sad I felt at that moment, maybe only I can understand it.

I wanted to take her to the bedroom to rest, but when I touched her, I woke up, and when I saw it was me, my subconscious reaction was to slap her, the nails scraped across my face, and it hurt so hot .

"Your dad is gay, do you know that!" she cried, "It was you, it wasn't you who brought that bullshit teacher home, how did they know each other? It wasn't you, how could they get together!"

"Did you already know?"

"Tell me, didn't you already know it? You didn't even know they were messing around in the studio next to you when you were in your room! There must have been more than that before, right?"

"Where did you do it? Did you go to my bedroom?"

"How could this be……"

My brain was on fire, which was extinguished a lot by my mother's slap. Listening to her irrational accusations, I knew that she couldn't bear it and began to collapse. Anyone who was around her at this time would be angered.

I hugged her, let her cry and fuss, patted her on the back lightly, and said over and over again: "It's my fault, it's my fault, it's my fault..."

My mother didn't start to calm down until night. She just said that she would stop crying and making noise. In addition, she had an injury on her foot, so she could only lie on the bed and rest. She was gloomy and didn't talk.

I was originally a mess, but she was more irrational than me, which forced me to cheer up and do things, clean up the mess at home, and go to the kitchen to make dinner for her.

It is conceivable that she couldn't eat anything, but drank some soup.

I didn't go to school until the fifth day. Zhou Mingkai called me halfway and asked if I was feeling better. He said that Lin Qingyi asked me to take a week off from school because I was sick and hospitalized.

I couldn't help but smile bitterly, but I was in a bad mood, so I sweared at Zhou Mingkai on the phone: "Fuck it, Lin is farting!"

Zhou Mingkai got angry immediately on the other end of the phone and said, "Keep your mouth clean."

I was so angry that I hung up the phone, feeling that the whole world was against me.

In the end, Lin Qingyi came to me first and asked me to have a talk in the restaurant outside.It's just me and him, my mother is not there, and my father is not with him.

I obviously ignored Lin Qingyi's shamelessness. Sitting opposite me, he didn't seem to be having a very good life, but he didn't feel any guilt at all. In comparison, he was much calmer.

He said: "Jiayang, your father and I really love each other. I can understand him. I know the deep meaning of each of his paintings, and I know the emotion of each tone of his. Your mother can't do these things."

"Fuck you really love each other!" I said.

Lin Qingyi took a sip of coffee and said, "You may think that I am meddling in your parents' marriage, but in love, the one who is not loved is the third party."

This is probably the most shameless conclusion I have ever heard in my life. I resisted the urge to fight him and said, "You mean, my mother is the third party? It will affect you and my father's double living right?"

"I didn't mean that," he said, "I just hoped you could understand, and . . . "

He paused, glanced at me, and said, "Your father will deal with your mother's divorce, I..."