Mindful

Liang Cheng was tired like never before, turned off the desk lamp, folded his clothes, lay down and fell into a deep sleep.

It rained again in the middle of the night, and the dark clouds were like a large mass of intertwined dragon beard sugar, sticking to the sky, and the wind would not disperse them, so the morning dawned later than usual.

Liang Cheng omitted the step of watering the flowers, and after washing, he threw the towel and toothbrush away, rolled up the sheets and pillowcases, and stuffed them into the trash can.

He packed his clothes and books, and in just 10 minutes, a large backpack could fit them.In fact, he is ready to leave a place anytime, anywhere.

However, occasionally there will be a little nostalgia for stability.

Liang Cheng opened the desk drawer with a key, took out a few documents, and put them into the mezzanine inside the backpack.He closed the door and went downstairs, the opposite room was tightly closed.

At the entrance, Wang Ruizhi held a not-thin envelope, and handed it up when Liang Cheng came down.

The envelope contained the two months' rent and the deposit. Liang Cheng took out the deposit and put the rest of the money on the shoe cabinet.

Wang Ruizhi said: "Xiao Liang, you can take it. I agreed to rent it to you for half a year, but now it means that I have breached the contract, and you often help out. I will refund you the rent for these two months."

Liang Chengwu changed his shoes and said, "No need."

Wang Ruizhi said: "Suddenly asking you to move away is neither emotional nor reasonable. It will take time to find a new place to live. You take the money and spend it in a hotel."

Liang Cheng took off the helmet from the hook and asked, "Is there anything else?"

Wang Ruizhi understood that persuasion was useless, and Liang Cheng was not an "obedient" person at all.And they have all been moved away, and it will only appear hypocritical to say more.

She said, "Xiao Liang, what are your plans?"

Liang Cheng said perfunctorily, "Go home."

Wang Ruizhi hoped it was true, and said, "Report that you are safe when you get home."

Qiao Yuanlin wiped the shoe polish on the mat in front of the door and threw it away. The exposed ground was not flat, and there would be a small puddle of water after it rained.

After Liang Cheng left, Wang Ruizhi stood quietly at the door.His wife passed away, and the children didn't come here often. She felt that the house was deserted, so she rented out a bedroom. The rent was very cheap. The picture was a sound of going up and down.

Two months ago, she was selling an old sewing machine.The waste collectors were a couple. The wife was outside negotiating prices with her, and the husband went to the warehouse to move the machines.

Liang Cheng rushed into the alley on his motorcycle, stopped aside to watch the excitement, and waited for the price to be negotiated, he said abruptly: "I have twenty more, sell it to me."

Wang Ruizhi said, "Young man, don't make trouble. What do you want a sewing machine for?"

"I can repair it. If I repair it, I can make a profit if I resell it." Liang Cheng looked at the man who collected the scrap, "Besides, there is an extra piece of silk cloth, which is not a loss."

The man's expression was very unnatural, Liang Cheng looked down, and said: "Only those who don't have to work wear real silk. Big brother, like you, your rough hands will snag your silk."

A very thin piece of silk thread hung from the hem of the man's clothes, and a piece of fabric was hidden in the coat from the warehouse.Wang Ruizhi sent the couple away and thanked him, "Young man, thanks for your help."

Liang Cheng said, "I'm not here to help."

Wang Ruizhi asked, "Then you are?"

Appreciating the small building in front of him, Liang Cheng took out the rental information torn off from the telephone pole at the entrance of the alley, and said, "I will rent any room facing the sun."

Bright light shone into the bedroom from the window, and Qiao Yuanlin leaned against the bed in a daze.He woke up early, listening to Liang Cheng going back and forth between the two ends of the corridor, the door lock turning, and his footsteps disappearing around the corner of the stairs.

A few minutes later, the engine hummed outside the building, and Liang Cheng left Wanping Alley on his motorcycle.

Qiao Yuanlin was not happy, but instead of the expected sense of relief when the boulder landed in his heart, he felt bored instead.

He opened the drawer of the bedside table, took out the silver-gray box from a pile of medicines, rubbed the thin velvet with his fingertips, and held it with both hands for a while, dazed for a while.

Is he right?

Qiao Yuanlin opened the box and asked what was inside, but couldn't get an answer.

The bathroom and room were cleaned up, Liang Cheng's things were either thrown away or taken away, nothing was left behind.Qiao Yuanlin looked around and couldn't help but wonder if anyone had rented it before. Could it be his hallucination?

He walked up to the balcony and looked at the entrance of the alley. Liang Cheng had already left, and he couldn't even find a trace of him.

Hanging on the clothes rail was the T-shirt he used to bandage Liang Cheng's wound. It had been hanging for several days. Liang Cheng had been soaked in water, scrubbed repeatedly, and re-bleached, but the marks still remained.

Qiao Yuanlin thought, it was really unusual, the only trace left was blood stains.

He was late again and missed the first class.

At noon, Qiao Yuanlin didn't go to the cafeteria, but pulled out a few pages of manuscript paper dedicated to Dezhong School, and stayed in the classroom to write the review.

Yao Fu came in with a lunch box and said, "What's the matter with you, aren't you hungry?"

Qiao Yuanlin really had no appetite today, so he said, "I don't want to eat, you can eat."

Yao Fu shouted abnormally, and asked, "Are you feeling unwell?"

"No." Qiao Yuanlin said, "I don't eat Mamaxiang all the time."

Yao Fu was careless on the surface, but his thoughts were very delicate. She noticed: "Brother, you have something on your mind."

Qiao Yuanlin stopped writing, and after realizing it, wrote a line of ill-featured sentence, saying: "It's nothing, Liang Cheng moved out this morning."

Yao Fu said, "So fast?"

"Yes." Qiao Yuanlin said, "I forced him to move."

Yao Fu regretted for 5 minutes, and said, "Well, although the handsome guy is gone, you should be happy that you can live in a big room."

Qiao Yuanlin nodded, but he couldn't be happy.

"Forget it, don't think about it." Yao Fu smiled, "Look at the announcement on the school's intranet. Next week, International Classes (1) and (2) will go to other places to participate in the National Cultural Festival, which will last for five days."

Students in the international class of Dezhong Middle School have no winter or summer vacations to speak of. The regular vacations are full of various trainings, university exchanges and knowledge lectures. Therefore, the off-campus practical activities once every semester are comparable to group travel and are very precious.

As the squad leader, Qiao Yuanlin had a lot of trivial things to worry about. He used to find it annoying, but this time he wished he could be busy so that he could forget about other worries.

Speaking of it, people are really unlucky, there are always things that can't be bothered.Fortunately, life has a strong self-healing power, and it can always restore calm.

A week passed, and the business was booming on the rest day, and the food stall next to Jixiang Park opened early in the afternoon.There is a large area of ​​white tables and chairs, shining brightly in the sun.

Ying Xiaoqiong held a machete with a hook, raised the knife and chopped a fresh big coconut.

He has to drink something before opening. Food stalls are no softer than western restaurants. Greeting customers, shouting orders, and scolding drunks all depend on one voice.

As soon as he put the straw in, Liang Cheng galloped over on his motorcycle, rushed up the sidewalk, and missed him by a centimeter.

"Fuck!" Ying Xiaoqiong yelled, "I thought the enemies were coming!"

Liang Cheng was so hot that he snatched the coconut and took a sip, then sat down with his arms in his arms, and said, "I drank the coconut, and the car is yours."

Ying Xiaoqiong said: "I'm the one who drives the gold cup, so I like your broken motorcycle?"

Liang Cheng didn't expect to be able to show off by opening a gold cup, and he was a little worried about the economic development of Pinghai City.He sank into the chair to let out the heat, and said, "Then you sell it for me."

"What do you mean?" Ying Xiaoqiong sat down beside her, "You don't want this car anymore?"

Liang Cheng said, "Well, I'm leaving."

Ying Xiaoqiong stared at him: "You've been staying in the hotel for the past few days, I don't think it's a long-term solution, and you're fucking trying to find a new place for you, but you're leaving?"

Liang Cheng bit the straw and said, "Nonsense, Cheng Liye is after me."

Ying Xiaoqiong said: "It would be great if Cheng Huaiming came to watch, brother will help you confuse him with the beauty trick."

Liang Cheng smiled: "Last time, how many times did you wink at the warehouse, and did he respond? He won't listen to your tricks at all."

"The more upright he is, the more I want to disgust him." Ying Xiaoqiong yelled out of thin air, "Don't talk about the note, but also about you, really want to go, where are you going?"

Liang Cheng said coolly, "Whatever you want."

He bought a ticket at random. For people without a home, the whole country is so big and vast that it doesn't matter where they go.

The cook started to stir-fry the base of the signature seafood, and the aroma blended with the fireworks, wafting everywhere, Liang Cheng felt his mouth dry, he drank the coconut juice quickly, and put the car keys on the table.

Ying Xiaoqiong put it on and said: "Who will buy a second-hand motorcycle, let's put it aside for now."

"It's okay to dispose of it as waste." Liang Cheng didn't have the slightest bit of reluctance, just like when throwing towels, toothbrushes and bed sheets and pillowcases.

Ying Xiaoqiong asked: "When are you going to leave?"

Liang Cheng replied: "Ticket for Monday."

"Isn't that tomorrow?" Ying Xiaoqiong's expression turned ugly, "The reason why you have made all the decisions is to let me know, will you take me as your big brother?"

Liang Cheng smiled and acquiesced, he didn't like procrastination, he didn't like to say goodbye solemnly, and he didn't like to get drunk and shout "Don't forget brother".

Liang Cheng has no vision for the rest of his life, he just asks not to meet another troublesome landlord.

He naturally thought of Qiao Yuanlin, that little kid lives in a big room now, and no one is bothering him, so he should be very happy.

There were more and more customers, Liang Cheng said hello to the fourth child who had returned from his trip, and walked along the roadside under the shade of the plane tree, thinking about the luggage that needed to be packed.

Books, chargers, socks, regular medicine...

Qiao Yuanlin made a list on the desk.

He studied in this bedroom every day, but he didn't move in. When he looked at the bed, he always thought of Liang Cheng sitting by the bed, playing with his mobile phone, leaning against the bed to read, and strangling his neck.

At that time, he was really scared, and now the memory is still a little tense.

Qiao Yuanlin tried to think of something good. For example, Liang Cheng helped him run errands for the first time and bought a shrimp risotto with soy milk.It's a pity that I didn't eat a bite and gave it to Xiao Le.

He opened WeChat, swiped through the chat list, and Liang Cheng's superman avatar was replaced with a pot of prickly pears.

It seems that the only thing Liang Cheng likes in this house is the prickly pear on the windowsill.

Qiao Yuanlin went out to get some air. Passing the electric pole at the entrance of the alley, he found an advertisement for the opening of a new store covering Superman's QR code.

Very good, there is no superman in this world.

Qiao Yuanlin beckoned a taxi, got in, and said, "Xiaoyu food stall."

The road is very congested, and he only walked half an hour. He still can't figure out one thing, so he asked the driver: "Master, when there is no traffic at night, can the takeaway be there in 10 minutes?"

The driver said, "Impossible, I'll run one way."

But Liang Chenger arrived in 10 minutes, and Qiao Yuanlin still couldn't figure it out.

An hour later, Qiao Yuanlin got off at Jixiang intersection, the whole night market was brightly lit, and the signboard of Xiaoyu food stall was blindingly bright by the lake in the park.

He didn't find a seat, and walked to the order board standing half a person's height on the side of the road, looking at today's specials - he caught a glimpse of a bright figure out of the corner of his eye.

Qiao Yuanlin raised his head and was stunned.

Ying Xiaoqiong was wearing the flowered shirt she wore on the day she went to the island, and was waving a big folding fan. She was also slightly surprised when she saw him, and then she smiled and said, "Acquaintance, is it just you? Didn't your colleagues from the newsroom come with you?"

Qiao Yuanlin asked warily, "Why are you here?"

Ying Xiaoqiong said: "I'm the manager, I'm here every day."

"Manager?" Qiao Yuanlin said in shock, "That day... didn't you belong to the underworld?"

Ying Xiaoqiong burst into joy: "Am I sick or are you sick? My family's business is so booming, I'm free to mess around with the underworld."

Qiao Yuanlin was a little confused, and even stammered: "Then, what is the situation of your kidnapping and extortion?"

Ying Xiaoqiong brushed and closed the fan, pointed at the moon, as if there was a mirror hanging high on the plaque in the night sky, and said: "Who are you slandering, kid? Let me tell you, we used the official words that day to call it bravery! "