God said I would meet you

In the courtyard surrounded by the old courtyard wall, the black dog that had been lying in the den suddenly pricked up its ears and looked in the direction of the door.

Zhang Xinli and Lin Jinyu, one in front of the other, walked briskly with their eyes on the front, and the other dawdled with their hands in their pockets. They stepped over the threshold with peeling paint and entered the courtyard gate.

There is a long distance between the two people, and the distance between them is wide enough to place a bullock cart.

Zhang Xinli still didn't look back at him, didn't talk to him, just walked straight into the house.

He passed by the big foot basin where Lin Jinyu had done half of his laundry. The clothes were soaked together with Lin Jinyu's innocent and stained pile of clean clothes, and they went straight back to the room without stopping.

Lin Jinyu didn't go in with her, but stood still in the middle of the yard, not knowing what she was waiting for.

After a while, Zhang Xinli changed into clean clothes and reappeared at the door.

He looked at Lin Jinyu, and Lin Jinyu looked at him, and no one spoke for a while.

"Let's talk." Zhang Xinli said after an unbearable silence.

"Okay," Lin Jinyu said, "but it seems that there is nothing to talk about."

Zhang Xinli spread his knees, sat on the doorstep, and then pointed to the little mat that Lin Jinyu sat in while washing clothes in the courtyard: "Sit down."

Lin Jinyu hesitated for a second, and then, with a mentality of "let the storm come more violently", walked over and took the small horse tie, then walked directly opposite Zhang Xinli, and slammed the horse tie to the ground with a "clang" sound As soon as he let it go, he sat up with his legs crossed.

There was a distance of one or two meters between the two of them, and they were both silently waiting for the other to speak.

Even the black dog seemed to feel something was wrong with the atmosphere. It looked at the two confronting people, turned around and went back to lie down in the nest, the iron chain around its neck rattled.

"It just so happens that my parents are not here," Zhang Xinli said, "There is nothing to worry about, you can say anything you have."

"...Say, say something," Lin Jinyu fell into a state of passive resistance: "Just... I haven't finished talking."

"Do you really think that I, and my parents, are just greedy for the little money your father gave you?"

Zhang Xinli said very emphatically: "When you see money, you are mercenary, you are obsessed with money, you are greedy..."

Lin Jinyu couldn't listen anymore: "Stop! I didn't say that!" He said, "Please don't add drama to me yourself."

"Isn't that what you mean?"

Lin Jinyu was annoyed: "I didn't, you misinterpreted my meaning."

"Then what do you mean?"

Lin Jinyu didn't speak again.

This is really irritating, blindly denying, but not expressing one's own meaning and thoughts positively.

Zhang Xinli also got a little impatient: "Speak, let me ask you one last time, what exactly do you mean?"

But Lin Jinyu really couldn't open his mouth. He had no intention of attacking anyone who was not related to him by blood and had no obligation to him. He also fully understood that Lin Huainan would thank the family who took care of him temporarily out of responsibility and favor. Li, he doesn't think it shows how this family loves money, how this and that.

He's just... just sad.

He also couldn't describe this feeling... These days, he watched Zhang Xinli's undisguised impatience, contempt, and dislike towards him at the beginning seemed to be slowly showing signs of changing a little bit, and he did something for him. Eat, pack his clothes, help him fight, help him do this and that.

He thought it was Zhang Xinli who had really changed his view of him from the bottom of his heart. Although he seemed too lazy to talk to him, Zhang Xinli actually didn't hate him. Who would silently take care of someone he didn't like... ...but it turns out that maybe not the case.

It's like the kids who fought with him when he was a child, who were so violent, suddenly want to be friends with him again... He thought it was because they forgave and finally started to like him, but it wasn't... at least Not at all.

There are also uncles and aunts in those units, all of them seem to like him very much, and they always give him what he likes, and when their sons quarrel with Lin Jinyu, they always scold their sons and comfort Lin Jinyu... In fact, they are more or less In order to give Lin Huainan a better impression, so that it will be smoother when he seeks a promotion, or he thinks that this will help build a good relationship between the upper and lower workplaces.

Just like the apples Zhang's mother peeled for him and the tolerance she gave him, they don't seem to originate from Lin Jinyu herself.

It's no wonder, Lin Jinyu thought: He is not related to him for any reason. In their eyes, he is just a willful child with extremely bad living habits and can't do anything. How can he expect others to like him for no reason? Woolen cloth.

Reciprocity, the two families have a little friendship, so Lin Huainan sent him here, and he was helped to take care of him, and Lin Huainan paid the favor.

There's really nothing wrong with it, but he's also really upset.

Fuck, I'm so hypocritical, Lin Jinyu thought irritably: I'm so childish, how can I say it.

Zhang Xinli waited for almost a minute, but Lin Jinyu still couldn't speak, and became more and more irritable: "I don't care if you don't like it, you just want to smoke so much?"

smokes?What smoking... oh yeah, he thought I was angry because he stopped Gao Wu from plugging me a cigarette.

"Lin Jinyu," Zhang Xinli called him by name: "If you used to smoke, I won't care whether Gao Wu will give you cigarettes or not," he said, "Whoever you make friends with is your freedom. relationship to limit you."

However, he changed the subject and said again: "But you don't smoke at all. I haven't seen you smoking at all since I've been here for a week."

Zhang Xinli took out the confiscated cigarette that Lin Jinyu had smoked from his shorts pocket: "Do you think smoking is handsome?"

Lin Jinyu didn't speak, so he put the cigarette into his mouth, took out a lighter from the other side, stretched out his index finger, and lit it with a "crack".

Zhang Xinli's eyes were lowered, and the cigarette butt was glowing orange. He held the cigarette between his index fingers, squinted his eyes, and exhaled a cloud of gray smoke.

His whole set of movements of lighting a cigarette is so smooth and natural, even more sophisticated than Lin Huainan's smoking movements in Lin Jinyu's memory. Market Qi...is very similar to Gao Wu, but different.

The gray smoke quickly shattered and scattered in the air. Lin Jinyu was not very used to the smell of tobacco, and frowned subconsciously.

"You see, smoking is nothing more than that, neither avant-garde nor unique, nor handsome," Zhang Xinli said, "I don't want you to learn to smoke here when you return from here without learning anything else."

The sky was getting dark, and in the last twilight of the hazy afterglow, Lin Jinyu looked expressionlessly at his face shrouded in wisps of smoke, and said silently in his heart: No...he's really handsome.

He chose to use tit for tat to cover up the bitterness and hypocritical sadness in his heart.

"Do you know what your name is?" Lin Jinyu said, "Double-standard dog, I've been here for so long, and I've never seen you smoking. I thought you didn't smoke, so you just took care of me. Okay, although I'm still upset, But that still makes some sense, minors are prohibited from smoking... I still understand."

He said: "But now, you obviously smoke yourself, why do you care whether I smoke or not?" He said: "You don't seem to be eighteen yet? Who is the double standard for? Are you my father or my mother? ah?"

"I don't smoke..." Zhang Xinli held the cigarette in his mouth, with his hands hanging on his separated knees: "...I haven't smoked for a long time."

"Whether you smoke or not is none of my business," Lin Jinyu said, "Leave me alone."

The cigarette butt was on and off, and Zhang Xinli looked a little annoyed. He took one last puff, stamped out the half-smoked cigarette on the ground, and said, "You can smoke." He said, "You have countless kinds of cigarettes you can smoke." The reasons for this can be for thinking, for reducing pressure, for... whatever, but I don't want you to learn to smoke just for the reason of 'pretending to be cool and cool'."

He said: "And you are too young. In your place, there should not be many people in your class who smoke."

Zhang Xinli guessed right, only three or two boys in Lin Jinyu's class smoked openly and secretly, and none of the girls smoked.

Lin Jinyu said: "It's nice to say, aren't they all smoking? What's the difference? When you're out of love and you smoke, isn't the nicotine you inhale 0.01mg less than the nicotine you inhale just to pretend to be cool? Isn't it the same?" Lung cancer."

"Why can't you understand?" Zhang Xinli himself is not a person who is good at explaining: "Motivation, what is your motivation for doing something is very important."

Lin Jinyu said coldly: "I don't understand, thank you, but tell me why you smoke, for world peace."

"No," Zhang Xinli lowered his voice, "I learned to smoke at a very young age," he said, "Maybe eleven, or 12 years old...for ridiculous reasons."

"Then what are you talking about?" Lin Jinyu said.

"Are you trying to understand what I'm talking about?" Zhang Xinli said, "You look like a pissed-off 15-year-old kid now."

"You're just a 15-year-old child who is angry, and I'm sixteen!" Lin Jinyu spoke as fast as a machine gun shot: "Okay, I know you are not greedy for money, you are greedy, can you stop being in the way? Well, if you don’t want to talk to me, just leave it alone, really, anyway, my dad has already paid for the food, it doesn’t matter if you are the shopkeeper, I won’t force you, really.”

"Lin Jinyu!" Zhang Xinli was really angry this time: "Don't be ignorant."

"Why don't I know what's good or bad? If you're happy, I'll be happy, and if you save trouble, I'll be relaxed, okay?!"

Both sides seem to have a set of self-consistent logic, and the collision of the two sets of logic is like the tip of a needle pointing at the wheat, and no one will let the other.

"I don't care about you, I don't care about you, what can you do? What will happen to you?"

"What happened to me? Did I die halfway because I couldn't live without you? Then I've lived for 16 years and I haven't seen you! Why didn't I die before I started my mission? It made the hero burst into tears lapel?"

Lin Jinyu's ability to slander people is profound. Zhang Xinli doesn't have the ability to write small essays like him, so he can only say one thing and one very straightforward: "Why do you still ask? Think about what you have encountered in the past few days before asking." How about it! And I have been patient with you enough, you took my exercise book and hid it privately, right?"