Mindful

Qiao Yuanlin completely misfired, like a drop of water hitting a red-hot iron plate, sizzling and evaporating with smoke, his lips parted slightly, and he could only spit out a meaningless breath sound from his throat.

These days, all the obsessed desperation, the eagerness to almost fall on the stairs, and all the expectations to make people laugh, were all shattered by Liang Chenggai's final sentence, and became meaningless.

He was so angry, it was grief and anger!

The letter of recommendation that he worked so hard to get turned into waste paper, Qiao Yuanlin reached out and snatched it, bent down to collect the rest, gritted his teeth, and kept his voice as steady as possible.

"Okay." He nodded, "I see."

Liang Chengwei tilted his chin and lowered his eyes on the corner of the table. There was a board of empty throat medicines, nine pills, which Qiao Yuanlin practiced nine times last night.

This quarrel alarmed Wang Ruizhi, the old lady did not go upstairs to intervene, and put the stewed pot in the refrigerator, it is estimated that her grandson will not have any appetite today.

Qiao Yuanlin went back to the room and locked the door, his nerves and body suddenly relaxed.He climbed onto the bed, lay half back on the corner between the head of the bed and the wall, spread his legs at sixty degrees, and stared at the ceiling in a daze.

After the extreme anger passed, he began to feel sad.

There was a sound of footsteps in the corridor, Liang Cheng went downstairs, and then the motorcycle roared out of the alley.

Qiao Yuanlin took out the button from his breast pocket, with four small holes, a little dizzy after staring at it for a long time, he held it in the palm of his hand and closed his eyes.

Probably tired, Qiao Yuanlin felt exhausted and fell asleep with the badge on his chin.

He slept all afternoon and all night, woke up with starry eyes, his long and slender neck felt hard and angry, and it hurt when he moved his Adam's apple.

Wang Ruizhi went out to buy groceries. Qiao Yuanlin took a shower and went downstairs to eat. The chilled papaya and peach gum tasted even sweeter. He put it into his mouth spoon by spoon, and his phone rang the alarm that was set last week.

Remind him that the French exam is only one week away.

Did landslides start with a single stone?A rift appeared in Qiao Yuanlin's recovering spirit. He didn't understand for a while, how could there be so many things forever?Is there a fart after busy work?

He's going to break down, he's going to break down.

The porcelain spoon fell on the tray, Qiao Yuanlin didn't have time to get up, and vomited all over the floor while leaning on the edge of the table.

The door lock turned, and Liang Cheng entered the entrance with his helmet in his hands.He was a little tired after not returning home all night, smelling sour smell, and looked up to see Qiao Yuanlin's cheeks mottled with snot and tears due to vomiting.

The person who hadn't even wiped the table squatted down holding the tissue box and cleaned it for a long time, until Liang Cheng regained his composure, opened the door and left again.

After this quarrel, the whole house was deserted.

Qiao Yuanlin didn't deliberately avoid Liang Cheng, but he no longer knew how to get along with Liang Cheng.He learned to set up the washing machine by himself, dry the clothes by himself, and collect them when they were dry.He used the desk as usual, and when Liang Cheng came back, he left.

He didn't say a word, and Liang Cheng ignored him.

In fact, Liang Cheng didn't come back very often at all, he left before dawn and returned in the middle of the night, to help people collect debts or other things, Qiao Yuanlin didn't know, and didn't care anymore.

The French test was on Saturday, early in the morning, Wang Ruizhi prepared a table of Chinese and Western breakfast, with seven or eight dishes.

Qiao Yuanlin dragged her schoolbag down and asked, "Grandma, have you made a fortune?"

"Where do I go to get rich? You've been eating porridge these days, so I'll give you a change." Wang Ruizhi put away his chopsticks, "Where do you drink milk or sesame paste?"

Qiao Yuanlin wanted to drink it, so he said, "Mix milk with sesame paste."

"Yao moth, be careful and vomit again." Wang Ruizhi served him sesame paste while looking up the stairs.She got up early in the morning, and she didn't see Liang Cheng go out.

There were three pairs of chopsticks on the table, Qiao Yuanlin understood, the old lady was setting up a table for peace wine.He pretended not to know, broke open a fresh meat bag and chewed carefully.

The back alley was yelling loudly again, and after a while, Liang Cheng came down from the stairs, wearing a black T-shirt and black sports trousers, which he often wore when he was not going out.

Wang Ruizhi immediately said: "Xiao Liang, come over for breakfast."

Liang Cheng said, "No need."

"You don't come home until late at night, aren't you hungry?" Wang Ruizhi was fed up with these two cold-war young men, so he had to rely on the old to sell the old, "Eat as much as you want, I can't waste this busy table."

The rich breakfast at that table was too rich to be ignored, Liang Cheng finally ignored Wang Ruizhi's intention and walked over to sit down.

The sound of the quarrel reached a hysterical climax, and one could imagine the blushing appearance of the person involved, and the ending was loud and loud, so high-pitched that men and women could not be distinguished, only the roar——

"Take care of you again! I'm a fucking bastard!"

Qiao Yuanlin buried her head in eating the steamed stuffed bun. The soup was so oily that she missed it and fell into the sesame paste.Liang Cheng chewed a piece of overcooked toast, it was slightly bitter, the more he chewed, the more he lost his appetite.

Wang Ruizhi tried to find something to talk about, and said, "Xiao Liang, don't rely on your youth, you must get enough sleep."

Liang Cheng: "Yes."

"What are you busy with?" Wang Ruizhi asked.

Qiao Yuanlin raised his head and frowned at the old lady to signal her not to ask.But Wang Ruizhi didn't see it, he pushed the bowl and interjected, "Grandma, I won't drink the rest."

Almost at the same time, Liang Cheng replied: "We accept second-hand gold."

Wang Ruizhi was a little surprised, but he didn't want to ask in detail, so he turned his head to meet Qiao Yuanlin's voice and said, "Are you full?"

"Yeah." Qiao Yuanlin wiped his mouth, "I'm off for the exam, I'll be back in the afternoon."

Wang Ruizhi warned: "Check to see if you have all the documents, be careful on the road, and don't buy food from small stalls."

Qiao Yuanlin went to the entrance to change his shoes, and took out the exam certificate from his pocket. He thought it would be safer to pack it in the bag. He unzipped the zipper and looked up to see the motorcycle key on the hook.

After the door closed, Liang Cheng finished drinking the milk and helped Wang Ruizhi clear the dining table.He was going to see Xiao Le, but now that the quarrel has subsided, it is unnecessary.

Qiao Yuanlin came back in the afternoon, he could sleep before going out.

Liang Cheng glanced casually through the entrance, and stopped, the car keys on the hook were bare, and the safety knot tied on the buckle was gone.

He walked over, but couldn't find the safety knot, and picked up the exam certificate that had fallen on the shoe cabinet.

This idiot can forget even after being told.Liang Cheng called Qiao Yuanlin, but no one answered without accident, hung up and called again, but still didn't answer, probably determined to break up with him.

Liang Cheng asked Wang Ruizhi to fight, but still couldn't get through, Wang Ruizhi said: "What can I do with this child?"

The exam address was listed on the exam certificate. It was in a convention and exhibition hall in the city center, and taxis would definitely be stuck in the middle of a round trip.Liang Cheng turned off his phone, took off his car keys and helmet and went out.

As the taxi drove up the wide Mingkang Avenue, Qiao Yuanlin was sitting back in the back row, not quite at ease. The traffic radio was broadcasting a rear-end collision accident at the intersection of the expressway.

He was annoyed and said, "Master, can you turn it off?"

"That's not okay, I have to understand the road conditions." The driver uncle refused to turn it off, "Little classmate, if you don't like listening to it, just play with your phone."

Qiao Yuanlin set the phone to mute in advance and stuffed it in his schoolbag, he didn't bother to take it.

Waiting for a red light at the intersection, the driver asked: "Which one of the four entrances of the Convention and Exhibition Center should I stop at?"

"Let me take a look." Qiao Yuanlin didn't remember, so he had to open the bag, searched the inner pocket but couldn't find the exam certificate, "Huh? I put it in."

He was a little flustered, and checked again to make sure there was nothing wrong. He recalled that before going out, he saw Liang Cheng's car keys, put the exam certificate on the shoe cabinet, and then untied the safety knot. After untiing it...

When the light turned green, the driver kicked the accelerator and drove across the intersection.

"It's over, it's over," Qiao Yuanlin said hastily, "Master, turn around and go back."

The driver wondered: "You didn't say it earlier, just after passing the intersection, this street does not allow U-turns."

"What should I do?"

"Do you see the bank building at the next intersection? You can only turn there."

Qiao Yuanlin couldn't see clearly even with his non-myopic eyes. He glanced at his watch and said, "Master, that intersection is too far away!"

The driver resolutely said: "That can't be helped, points will be deducted for turning around here!"

When there was nothing to do, the radio station began to broadcast another road information in real time. The anchor said: "Please pay attention to the vehicles on Mingkang Street—5 minutes ago, a motorcycle was speeding on the motorway and overtaking frequently. Please avoid it in time and pay attention to driving safety."

The uncle driver gave two tsk tsk irritably, tapped the steering wheel and said, "I'm most afraid of those speeding gangsters, how many lives do they have? Riding a motorcycle will drive him crazy!"

Qiao Yuanlin said unhappily, "What's wrong with riding a motorcycle?"

"What can I do, it's dangerous." The driver tapped the speaker, "Didn't you hear what was just broadcast? It's just this street. If there is an accident, you'll be honest."

As soon as the words fell, there was a seemingly invisible hum of the engine coming from a distance, full of horsepower, like an invisible vortex, each sound more turbulent.

The driver looked at the rearview mirror and said in panic, "What did I say, young people nowadays, don't die!"

Qiao Yuanlin turned around and leaned towards the rear window. There was a constant stream of cars. A motorcycle was galloping conspicuously tens of meters away, shuttled through the gaps, and slammed past every car. It was frightening to watch.

The motorcyclist wore a familiar helmet, and his black clothes and trousers were slightly blown by the wind, outlining smooth shoulder and arm lines.He kept an eye out for taxis carrying passengers, glancing inside as they passed.

Qiao Yuanlin stared in astonishment, and a white mist appeared on the glass: "Stop, stop at the next intersection!"

The distance of tens of meters quickly disappeared, the motorcycle was getting closer and closer, and finally caught up with the rear of the car. When he saw him, he slowed down instantly.

Qiao Yuanlin didn't wipe off the layer of fog, lying on the back window awkwardly, and didn't turn around.

At the next intersection, the taxi pulled over.

Liang Cheng went around to the side of the car, turned off the engine, put down one leg to support the ground, lifted the windshield of his helmet, and glanced at the carriage that was within reach.

The window was lowered, Qiao Yuanlin had already suppressed the worry just now, time was running short, but he still stubbornly refused to speak.

Liang Cheng took out the exam certificate and handed it over, his sweaty fingertips left a wet mark on the edge.

Neither of them made a sound, one chased after vigorously, the other shouted to stop in a panic, and they were both dumb at the moment.After the silent film was handed over and received, the driver uncle rolled his eyes and asked, "The clock is on, do you want to change to a motorcycle or continue to take my car?"

Qiao Yuanlin stuffed the exam certificate into his trouser pocket, held back for a while, and said, "Let's go."

The window was raised, revealing only a figure, and the taxi drove away and disappeared on the street.

Liang Cheng put away that leg, feeling the burning pain, he lifted his trousers, and the skin on the outside of his calf was scratched.

He came up with an idea: If you are spiritual enough, it seems that you cannot live without a peaceful knot.