gentle night

He sighed emotionally.

Mother Sang is from the north. It is said that she used to be a female factory worker. After she was laid off, she couldn't find a living, so she went to this small southern town to do this most primitive job.She sends money home every month, and when she has nothing to do, she will find a photo to look at.It was a man and a little boy, and herself.Three or four years ago, Sangzi went back to his hometown, probably because his son didn't recognize her, and the man found another woman to live with. When he saw her back, he said that it was just right and he wanted to divorce her.Anyone who puts this on will go crazy, right?Mama-san did not.She signed the divorce agreement, burned the photo on the spot, ran back with her bag, and continued to be her mother-san in the "New World".There was no change after I came back, and I still looked at things from time to time, but what I read was no longer the family photo, but Dostoevsky’s novels.Several times, the girls under my command came to say goodbye to Sangzi, intending to play tricks with the guests, full of joy and fear that they were about to go ashore.Sang Zi always said nothing, and waved to them after the salary was settled.Occasionally, when Yang Huai saw her on the sidelines, he would smile at the girls: "Remember to invite me to a wedding in the future!" The girls would feel much better after hearing this. —— Fatty Yang's popularity is not unreasonable.

"Why bother! It doesn't take much effort to say something nice!" Yang Huaifang said to his mother Sang when they left.

Mom Sang's answer was: "This is coffee for you, so don't look for beer in the cup."

Speaking of this, Yang Huai let out a "ha" and said to Cheng Xian: "Mom Sang is right, but you can't expect those 20-year-old girls to understand the truth that only 40-year-olds will understand. Especially in recent years, there are many female college students. Even if you don’t need money, you come to sit on the stage, saying that you are experiencing life, and some people say that this is feminism——come on, let’s ask Mama Sang, what is feminism?”

At that time, Sangzi was approaching with a little boy on his arm, and before she let go, the little boy broke free from her, calling "Cheng Cheng!" Throwing the small schoolbag aside, he ran up and hugged Cheng Xian's arms, rubbing his head against her. Rubbing to the ground, he continued to call: "Cheng Cheng!"

Yang Huaifang laughed: "Little Xu Wenqiang is here!"

Mother Sang stood beside her with her elbows in her arms, and said to Cheng Xian: "Li Li is still drinking with the guests, and will come over later. She asked me to put you two off work at night, and she wants to treat you to dinner."

Fatty Yang laughed again, and turned his head to look at Cheng Xian, with a funny expression hesitating to speak.

This is another change after that fight.That Miss Wu—named Zhang Lili, seemed to be acquainted with each other after that time, and came to look for Cheng Xian every now and then, bringing her son who had just entered elementary school.

That son is Yue Junsheng.It's just that no one knew at that time that he was Yue Jianyi's seed, so Zhang Lili thought he was unlucky because some prostitute was careless.Zhang Lili called his son "Junjun", and everyone called him "Junjun". Although the adults of "New World" are not innocent themselves, they are kind and respectful towards this little boy of unknown origin.Of course, they didn't look at Zhang Lili's face, but they didn't want to provoke Sangzi and Yang Huaifang.That couple, strange to say, always showed an indescribable love and care for the child.Since Junjun went to the nursery, the two of them paid together to hire a nanny to pick up and drop off Zhang Lili's son.The little thing was picked up, and given the privilege, it was sent to the special office of Mom Sang on the second floor of the "New World". I bought a bunch of snacks and drinks, and the nanny took care of it.Later, when Junjun entered the first grade, Fatty Yang became interested in tutoring his homework again, and volunteered to be Junjun's tutor. He lowered his head and asked the little boy, "Did Junjun finish his homework today? Here's Let Uncle Yang take a look."

In all fairness, Yue Junsheng was a very well-behaved child when he was young, well-behaved and honest, and he was very serious about his studies.But Yang Huaifang soon discovered that no matter how hard Junjun practiced writing and memorizing texts, doing arithmetic problems over and over again until his palms sweated, Yue Junsheng was always slow to understand other children who quickly grasped the basics No matter how many times Ren Yang Huaifang explained, such as the addition and subtraction of these two digits, the little boy looked at him blankly.

Flipping through the red crosses one after another in the homework book, recalling how Yue Junsheng racked his brains to do his homework the night before, Yang Huai sighed in his heart: "I'm afraid this kid is not suitable for studying!"

Of course, it's not easy to say this clearly, not only to Zhang Lili, but also in front of this brat.This illegitimate son of Miss Wu is not only honest, but also fragile. When he showed helpless faces to Hong Chacha and Yang Huai who were full of test papers, he himself was so sad that he burst into tears.Grabbing the small paper balls in his hand, he picked out one, two or three, with slumped shoulders, like an abandoned puppy.

Seeing this scene, Yang Huaifang could only sigh in his heart again, "Take your time, maybe one day you will be enlightened..."

However, before the enlightenment, life is still passable.When Cheng Xian saw Yue Junsheng several times, it was this little guy who was clutching a test paper and shuttled around the night scene of "New World" with a confused face. He asked everyone: "Do you know where Uncle Yang is? I don't know." Do this word problem..." Or, "Did you see my mom?"

Most of the guests gave him a rare look, and then continued to have fun.But there was also a malicious one who beckoned him over, patted his head and asked, "Little friend, isn't your parent here?"

A natural vigilance made Junjun back away.But someone pinned him on his shoulder, and a suspicious glass of wine was forced to his mouth.Seeing that Yue Junsheng was about to submit, he was picked up by the waist and fell into a firm and warm chest.

The person he recognized was the uncle who fought fiercely that day and protected him and his mother behind him.Although this uncle's face was not kind, it somehow made the young Yue Junsheng feel trust and peace of mind.He wrapped his arms around his uncle's neck very naturally, as if he had finally come home, and called out in a soft voice: "Cheng Cheng..." The voice was soft.

He heard Uncle Yang and his mother Sang call Cheng Xian "A Cheng, A Cheng", and he was deeply impressed by the word "Cheng".When it was his turn, he habitually called in multiple voices, thinking that it was more catchy, just like everyone called him "Junjun".

Hearing this sound, Cheng Xian turned his eyes to look at him, but saw that the little boy was holding the test paper in his hand, his cheeks were pouting slightly, and there was a small melancholy knot between his brows.He looked at Cheng Xian with an aggrieved face, and then at the group of people who teased him, as if he didn't understand why he was already so useless, and these people still came to bully him, just like his mother used to do every day Laughing at people, those people still want to bully his mother.

Jun Jun, who had just tasted the confusion and pain in this world, slowly hugged Cheng Xian tightly, and leaned his head on Cheng Xian's shoulder.Then, like a gust of wind shaking a wind chime, Cheng Xian's heart twitched gently, suddenly and unprecedentedly.

This strange feeling dissipated the hostility that was still surrounding him a moment ago. Seeing this group of people playing with Yue Jun's voice aroused his rage. Originally, he was going to drive these people out, even at the cost of losing his job. Fight.Now being relied on by the brat like this, he doesn't think about anything anymore.

He tightened his arms to hold the puppy in his arms more stable.Throwing an expressionless look to the group of Xiaoxiao, Cheng Xian led Yue Junsheng away like a guardian god.

The night deepened.Cheng Xian recalled that scene many years ago, and still felt it was vivid and amiable.The smell of oily smoke outside the window gradually dissipated, and the lights in the three or two windows upstairs on the opposite side were still on.There was the sound of broken clarinets in the wind, playing the often-heard and sad "Farewell"...

Fives,

During those days, he was often with Yue Junsheng who was still a little boy at that time.As long as he saw the little cub running around in the field, he would go over and pick him up, and take him away from that sensual place.And every time, Yue Junsheng cuddled up to him obediently, as if he was running around in the "new world" like himself, just to be discovered by Cheng Xian, and he would leave after being hugged.Many times, in Sangzi's office on the second floor, Cheng Xian was still reluctant to leave immediately despite the presence of a nanny, and Junjun in his arms often forgot to let go of his arms around his neck.

Let the nanny watch at a loss, Cheng Xian sat down with Yue Junsheng in his arms, leaned on the sofa, and maintained that hugging posture.

In the beginning, the nanny thought he would sit for a while and leave, but she often waited for more than half an hour and didn't see him moving, so she went to rest and left Yue Junsheng to Cheng Xian.As for Cheng Xian, it seemed that he hoped so in his heart. Once the nanny closed the door and walked away, the expression on his face instantly relaxed, and his eyes silently followed Yue Jun's voice in his arms.

But to be honest, Cheng Xian didn't really remember what he did when he was with Yue Junsheng.In fact, they did nothing.Cheng Xian has always been not good at speaking and coaxing people, even if he is facing a doll with a weak mind, even if he will feel a strange tenderness towards this doll, he can't think of more words, He would only silently watch Yue Junsheng's every move.And Yue Junsheng was not a naughty character, he was tired from lying on Cheng Xian's body, so he just changed his posture and continued to lean, one hand unconsciously grasped the edge of Cheng Xian's shirt, pinching folds of folds.

"Cheng Cheng..." Occasionally, he would call him, but nothing happened, his soft hair rubbed against Cheng Xian's chest, his eyelids drooped, as if he was about to fall asleep the next moment.Sometimes he really fell asleep, and he and Cheng