life after death

It was a dead silence.

Su Junping heard a crisp "pop" from the bottom of his heart, like a string stretched to the limit was cut, and the force of the rebound hit his chest heavily, making his chest feel tight and painful.

Afterwards, it was like watching a silent movie. The outside world always seemed to be separated by a layer. He saw his father blushing and said something to his mother. After talking about the quarrel, he waved all the bowls on the table. Turning over, the soup in the bowl of radish rib soup flowed all over the floor.Su Jun calmly sat in his seat, watching them quarrel unseemly, and the quarrel ended with Su Wen slamming the door and leaving.

With a click, the film ended and the lights of the cinema were brightly lit.

Yang Hong knelt on the floor to pick up the ceramic pieces. She was holding the ceramic pieces. There was blood in her hand like a trickling stream mixed with the pork rib soup. Su Junping shook as if she had been electrocuted. into the fucking hands.

"Shut up for a while," he said.

The towel is a new towel, soft and has the unique fragrance of cotton fabric. Su Junping looked at Yang Hong's side face, took a few deep breaths, stood up and said, "I'll get you a bandage. Is the bandage under the TV cabinet?"

Yang Hong looked at his thin back, and finally said: "Xiao Jun, don't move, let mom come."

Su Junping turned a deaf ear to it, turned the cabinet upside down to find the bandages, and walked over to bandage his mother together.Of course Su Junping wouldn't tie her up, Yang Hong clapped her hands and said, "I'll do it myself, let go—"

A tear fell on her fingertip.

It was like a signal, Su Junping opened the tear box, shed tears silently at first, and finally sobbed softly, carefully avoiding the injury and hugging his mother, Yang Hong felt that her shoulders were soaked immediately, she stiffened for a while, turned back touched his hair.

Su Junping was crying and his nose was blocked, so he sucked his nose vigorously.

"Can it be cured?"

"Don't worry, I asked the doctor, and the survival rate is more than [-] if you cooperate well."

Su Junping stopped talking, nodded, and continued to sniff his nose heavily. Yang Hong pulled him up and sat down, and handed over two napkins.

She wanted to laugh: "Don't sniff your nose, blow it out. You liked to sniff your nose when you were a child, and you told me 'Mom, look, I don't need to wipe my nose', and it dripped after saying that." She went to stroke the back of his ear hair and found that his son was shaking badly.She hugged him quickly, stroking his back lightly and heavily.

Su Junping wiped it carelessly, then put his head on her shoulder and asked sullenly.

"You don't want me anymore?"

"how could be."

"I saw the note you left on the fridge."

Yang Hong touched the hand on his back, wrapped his arms around his neck and said, "I'm sorry."

Su Junping's body grew taller than hers, more than half a head taller than her. He could easily see Yang Hong with his beautiful and delicate face and fluffy and soft hair as long as he lowered his head.He suddenly realized that at some point, the mother he looked up to needed to look up to him.

The mother who had to bend over to hug him every time she went to and from get off work was actually shorter than him now.

Time is the most ruthless, it makes people have no place to hide, no place to hide, no place to escape, no matter how delicate makeup is, it can't cover the crow's feet at the corners of the eyes; it extracts the flesh and blood essence of parents and injects them into children's bodies, so that they grow up day by day, Let their parents age day by day, and finally the predecessors die, the descendants mature, and then mature to rot, and so on.Human beings reproduce because of this, and they live endlessly because of it.From the perspective of the great era, death is as ordinary as birth, but for an individual, it is the most earth-shattering event in life.

Su Junping thought: "I haven't done anything yet, I haven't grown up yet, I haven't had a family yet, I haven't had my own career yet, she hasn't been proud of me yet, she hasn't heard 'Your son really Promising' praise, everything has not yet begun."

He suddenly remembered the days when she had a fever and stayed up all night when he was a child, the days when she leaned on the bed and told him endless bedtime stories, the days when she fought and ran around for him, those days were half an inch lost in every corner The thick ash has now been reopened, brand new and terrifying, with the sense of sight, hearing, smell and touch at that time, as if he could plunge headlong into the past if he wanted to.

Su Junping held Yang Hong in his arms and hated himself very much. At this moment, his mother patted his back lightly and said, "Sit upright, sit upright."

Yang Hong pulled her son off her body, just like when she was a child, stroking his back lightly and hard now.

"I'm sorry. Mom was just upset at the time and went for a walk by the beach. I've been, always been unhappy, have you noticed that too? Not anymore, I want to live a happier life," she stroked the front of her hair Behind the ears, the slender and beautiful ears were exposed, "And you little bastard is so good at making trouble, it's not at all reassuring. I'm gone, who can restrain you."

Su Junping looked up at the shining chandelier, and finally couldn't help crying bitterly.

His mother waited for him to cry enough before wrapping her hands and bending down to clean up the dishes and bowls on the floor.

Su Junping was still blowing his nose, he saw her leaning over with tears in his eyes, today she was wearing a chiffon shirt with a dark red cardigan, and a loose moon white skirt underneath, showing her ankles, those colors collided before his eyes, Strong as a camellia, as clear as a crescent moon.

Su Junping hastily tossed his nose and tears to help his mother clean up the floor, and strongly demanded to wash the dishes, but Yang Hong couldn't hold back him and agreed.

Yang Hong looked at Su Junping's ping-pong, and sighed secretly in her heart, but her son rarely washed the dishes, and she didn't hit him, but just pointed him around.

"I'll be hospitalized the day after tomorrow. Your dad is on a business trip and working overtime so he doesn't have time to pick you up. You have to ride your bicycle sooner or later, okay?"

When Su Junping heard "hospitalized", his body froze for a moment, and he forced himself to relax and said, "Okay, how old do you think your son is, you can't even do this little thing well."

"There is also breakfast and supper. There is a street of breakfast at the vegetable market. You can buy it yourself. Remember not to eat too greasy. There is also supper, no barbecue, do you hear me? Just eat some porridge at night. Noodles, or fruit, are easy to digest."

Su Junping nodded in agreement, wiped the bowl, washed the dishcloth and spread it out on the cooking counter, then went to wash his hands before pushing his mother to sit down.

"I'm not young anymore, if I can take care of myself, don't worry."

Yang Hong and Su Junping leaned on the sofa to watch TV for a while and ate a plate of fruit. His mother sent him to sleep and told him to apologize to the teacher tomorrow.

Su Junping responded, and closed the door behind his back.

He glanced at the schoolbag with the zipper ajar, kicked his slippers and threw himself on the bed.

No matter what earth-shattering event happened, eat as usual, sleep as usual, and study as usual.

When he woke up the next day, Yang Hong hadn't left yet, and cooked him a bowl of noodles with a poached egg in it. Su Junping didn't even wipe his mouth after eating, leaving a mimeograph mark on his mother's face before leaving.

Early self-study was Chinese, and Su Junping read the text for 5 minutes, but was taken away by Boss Xie, who scolded him.

He lowered his head to study the stain on Boss Xie's leather shoes, admitted his mistakes in an unprecedentedly good manner, and offered to write a self-criticism.Boss Xie was choked by him for a second, and then scolded: "Don't be glib all day long!" It's a pity that he was soft in the later stage, and he lost his original momentum when he interrupted him. Finally, he was asked to write a [-]-word self-criticism and present it in the class meeting. Read it aloud on the Internet, without recording the file.

Su Junping made up his mind to work hard to be a good student, so he nodded and led him to the door lightly before leaving.

There are two consecutive English classes in the morning, and there is an exam as usual.

When Su Junping came back, Chen Yilin was helping him fold the test papers in half and stack them in order of page numbers. When he saw him approaching, he seemed to have picked up some hot potato, threw it on his desk, and lowered his head to do the papers.

When Su Junping saw him again, his mind changed a lot in just one day.His inexplicable anger and resentment towards Chen Yilin yesterday was suddenly splashed with a ladle of water, and it faded a lot.In the face of life and death, those emotions are children's awkwardness, naive and ridiculous.But after all, it was just diluting rather than disappearing. Seeing Chen Yilin's movement of throwing away his paper, his heart skipped a beat, and a spring of displeasure came out. He sat down with a snort, and ignored him.

It was only later that I heard that this cloze was a level [-] material. It was so difficult that he scratched his head, not to mention not knowing the words, even after chewing the article twice, he still didn’t know what the author wanted to say.He habitually wanted to ask Chen Yilin for an answer, his hand stopped abruptly in mid-air, and then quickly retracted.

"You can't copy homework like this anymore!" He said to himself, "Let my mother save some time!"

However, the independent result is painful and long. When it is found that none of the four words are recognized, or each word is recognized but the context does not make sense when combined with the context, it almost makes people collapse.

Su Junping racked his brains and only made single digits, and he racked his brains to capture the inspiration for the rest.

Because cloze wastes a lot of time, he is slower than others in English. When the "peahen" called to close the paper, he still had two reading comprehension and error correction. Oh, yes, and the previous choice The title is not painted.

Normally, Su Junping would naturally copy Chen Yilin's with a lenient heart, but this time, he gritted his teeth and would rather fill in the blanks by himself than rely on others.

When he handed it in like a strong man broke his wrist, he was a little bit excited.Even if he guessed it, it was his own skill, and Su Junping even had an unrealistic thought in his mind that he was mostly right.

Of course, luck would not favor a guy like him.In the afternoon, after "Peahen" finished grading the papers, the English class representative called him to the office.

"You got fourteen out of twenty readings wrong, tsk," "Peacock" threw away his answer sheet, took a sip of tea to suppress his anger, "Believe it or not, I stepped on it right than you?"

Su Junping didn't say a word, looked at his machine reading card for a while, lowered his eyes and said, "I want my grades to get better."

"Peacock" was stunned for two seconds, Su Junping raised his head and saw the corner of her mouth twitching, a thin layer of sarcasm appeared in her eyes.

She said, "Just you?"