Little follower

The atmosphere was a little quiet for a while.

The box was as quiet as if no one was there, only a pot of bubbling mutton was left gurgling.

"Just kidding." Qiao Chen finally broke the silence after realizing that the mutton was getting old.

Wen Sheng looked at him expressionlessly, without saying a word.

Qiao Chen stood up, picked up a colander from the bowl next to him, scooped a spoonful of mutton into the clear soup pot, and asked, "Do you want it?"

Wen Sheng put down his chopsticks: "Thank you. I'm full."

"Angry?" Qiao Chen raised his eyebrows, and threw all the mutton in the spoon into the red oil pan.

"No," Wen Sheng watched him stir the red oil pan with a spoon, feeling a pain in his stomach, "I just didn't expect you to be so straightforward."

"What's wrong?" Qiao Chen looked at him.

"Although we are poor, we are poor enough to be ambitious." Wen Sheng said with a serious face, "You have to give us some face, don't say it too directly."

Qiao Chen was silent for a second.

Then he laughed wildly at him hahahaha for a long time.

Wen Sheng took a sip of Coke.

The lamb was thoroughly aged.

Gee.

commit crimes.

It was already late after eating hot pot, and there were far fewer cars on the street than when we first came here.

An inextricable mist floated on the edge of the night, and the hazy moonlight spread across the sky like a layer of tulle, and the light of a single star could not be seen.

When Wen Sheng got out of the taxi, he felt so sleepy that he couldn't open his eyelids.

Staring blankly, he went up to the seventh floor, opened the door of the house, and it was pitch black.

Wen Yu had already fallen asleep.

Mom and Dad didn't come back either.

Wen Sheng carried the snacks into the kitchen, intending to let Wen Yu get rid of them tomorrow. Of course, even if she didn't remind her, the little girl would definitely do it herself.

The kitchen is very small. A greasy stove and a dusty locker already take up a lot of space. In addition to a water tank with peeling paint in the corner, there is only a red garbage full of garbage. The barrel was still sitting next to the heater, and it seemed to be the only good appliance.

Although the temperature has cooled down now, the trash can still has an unpleasant smell.

Wen Sheng sighed, and planned to empty the trash can and replace it with a new plastic bag.

As soon as he bent down, he just picked up the edge of the trash can with his fingertips when he heard a slight sound.

click.

Kaka.

Ka Ka Ka Ka Bang!

The trash can was like a set of building blocks that a child didn't play with. As soon as it was touched, it shattered to the ground under Wen Sheng's shocked gaze.

Falk.

Wen Sheng watched mesmerized.

He didn't understand why the trash can suddenly shattered.

Garbage was scattered all over the floor, exuding an intoxicating smell.

This seems like a pretty familiar scene.

Wen Sheng stood there for a long time, as if he had been acupunctured, he remained motionless, staring blankly at the pile of rubbish.

Vegetable leaves with rotten bugs, sprouting green garlic, mushy onion and ginger, countless cigarette butts, and countless beer caps.

There are also a few small black flying insects.

There was a hint of blankness in his eyes, as if he was a little puzzled, straightened his waist, and looked around the dirty, messy, and oily kitchen.

And at that moment, the originally subtle, undetectable sadness suddenly became like a menacing torrent, and when the flood gate opened, he was submerged in a vortex where he couldn't breathe.

It doesn't make sense and doesn't make sense.

Why can't he always escape this shadow?

Why do you have to be born again after dying once?

Who is this punishing?

Wen Sheng seems to have returned to the days when he had no one to depend on and nothing to lose in his previous life. He was filled with uncontrollable sadness every day, feeling unable to grasp anything, without any motivation, and unable to live with hope.

He couldn't see any light.

It seems that a long time has passed, and it seems that a few seconds have not passed.

A small embrace surrounded him behind his back.

It's a warm language.

She heard the sound, opened the door, and saw her brother standing in the kitchen with his back to the door, his shoulders trembling slightly.

Still didn't dare to cry at all.

Even if my parents are not at home this time.

Why is this?

She didn't know, and she didn't want to.

The only thing her sister can do is to do her best to accompany him when he is sad.

"Brother is fine." Wen Sheng said with a smile, turned to look at Wen Yu's face, and scratched her head.

Wen Yu looked at him silently, then touched his cheek with his fingers.

"That's okay." Wen Sheng wiped his cold tears on his face.

It’s over.

Tomorrow morning it should be swollen walnut eyes again.

"Go back to sleep." Wen Sheng pushed her, "Don't come out again."

"What about you?" Wen Yu asked softly.

"Sweeping the floor, didn't you see that the trash can in our house is broken?" Wen Sheng pointed at the trash on the ground, then patted Wen Yu's head, "I'll wash your school uniform for you later, and go to bed when it's done."

After hearing his clear steps, Wen Yu nodded in relief, turned and went back to the room: "Good night."

"Good night." Wen Sheng said.

It wasn't until Wen Yu closed the door that he looked away and continued to look at the messy kitchen.

Wen Sheng twirled his fingertips, there were still some wet tears on them, and his face was cold.

In fact, he often had the situation just now, and it was quite common in his previous life.

Many people may also shed a lot of tears at some point on a regular basis.

All are normal.

But in the eyes of others, for people with depression, what happened just now... should be regarded as a disease.

That kind of sad emotion comes so suddenly every time, as crisp as a prairie fire, people are caught off guard and fall into despair, and it is difficult to escape.

He originally thought that his illness would be much better after rebirth, at least he would not live in despair all the time like in his previous life.

But it turns out that there are still some symptoms of the disease in this body.

Hard to guard against.

After Wen Sheng threw away all the garbage and the trash can, he took out the washing powder and went to the bathroom to wash Wen Yu's school uniform.

The weather is cool now, let the wind blow on the balcony overnight, and it will be almost completely dry tomorrow morning.

When Wen Sheng changed his clothes, he still smelled the smell of hot pot on his clothes, so he also soaked his clothes after taking a shower, planning to wash them tomorrow.

When I was lying on the bed, my head hurt very much, as if there was an awl piercing my brain.

The events that happened today were replayed in his mind like a revolving lantern, and finally stopped at the scene where Qiao Chen said "just kidding".

Qiao Chen's words had a great influence on him.

——I found that you are different from what I knew before.

The look in the eyes and the tone of voice when these words were spoken were not meant to be a joke at all.

Wen Sheng actually felt that even if Qiao Chen found out that there was a problem, it wouldn't be too bad. After all, who would have thought that such a mysterious thing as rebirth would happen to him?

And they are still overbearing.

Every day is full of opportunities.

Maybe it was just to tease him to play.

Don't take it seriously.

Thinking of this, Wen Sheng felt much more comfortable.

He took out a painkiller from the drawer, drank it with water, then turned off the light and went to sleep.

It was a good night.

A night without dreams.