I'm poor

Fang Yi dragged Yan Qinsheng to the small bamboo grove where the school's lovers gathered, sat down on a long stone bench and began to question him.

"What have you been up to lately? You don't answer your phone calls, you don't reply to your text messages, and you don't even see anyone in sight all day long."

"Did you call me?" Yan Qinsheng took out his mobile phone from his schoolbag, and the eight missed calls were all from Fang Yi.

"I'm sorry, I work part-time in the afternoon, and there are many people ordering milk, so I didn't remember to look at my phone."

Fang Yi frowned: "Are you looking for a job again?"

Yan Qinsheng held up two fingers: "Yes, two servings, order milk at the entrance of the community on Wednesday and Thursday afternoon, and work as a waiter at the Japanese food store on Saturday and Sunday."

"only you?"

"Together with Da Zhou, just that big guy from the Northeast, he's a nice guy, and he's the one who found me a part-time job."

"Heh, he's really enthusiastic." Fang Yi sarcastically.

Yan Qinsheng didn't hear the displeasure in his tone, and nodded in agreement: "Da Zhou is all right, he treats his girlfriend better, people in Northeast China are very warm."

Fang Yi's face softened when he heard that Da Zhou had a girlfriend, and he lowered his head and pressed his phone a few times.Immediately afterwards, Yan Qinsheng's cell phone rang a notification sound, and when he picked it up, Fang Yi transferred 2 yuan to him.

"Why did you transfer the money to me?" Yan Qinsheng was surprised.

"If you need money, just tell me, don't go out and run around all day, you don't know where you were born in a big city, and you don't even know when you are sold."

"It's not so exaggerated. I can't take your money if I'm not relatives or reasons. I can earn it myself." Yan Qinsheng silently transferred the money back. Therefore" made him very angry.

Fang Yi picked up the plastic bag in Yan Qinsheng's hand and looked at it. A cup of pumpkin porridge and two vegetable bags: "Is this enough for dinner?"

"I'm full. I also drink porridge at night at home." Yan Qinsheng felt the pumpkin porridge was getting cold, so he just poked on a straw and drank it.

"Hey, what size shoes do you wear?" Yan Qinsheng stared at the sneakers on his feet and suddenly asked.

"Why do you ask this?"

"It's nothing, just ask." Yan Qinsheng bowed his head guiltyly, if the matter of buying gifts was found out, there would be no surprises to speak of.

Fang Yi obviously guessed what Yan Qinsheng was thinking, reached out and stroked his hair: "I don't lack shoes."

Yan Qinsheng bit his straw and said vaguely, "I know you don't need anything, but I just want to give you something."

Fang Yi remembered that his roommate was showing off that his girlfriend knitted him a scarf in the dormitory this morning, so he turned to Yan Qinsheng and asked, "Can you knit a scarf? It will be cold in two months, so I didn't buy a scarf."

Yan Qinsheng shook his head: "No."

"That's it."

"I can learn," Yan Qinsheng said seriously, "If you want a handmade scarf, I can learn."

Fang Yi raised the corners of his mouth, remembering that he asked Yan Qinsheng for a handmade pen holder in high school, but he forgot it, and he hasn't given it to him until now, so he emphasized: "Then don't forget, and don't go out and buy a finished product to fool me , I must weave it myself, I will accept whatever weave, do you hear me?"

"I will remember." Yan Qinsheng clenched the plastic cup in his hand and agreed softly.

Just giving a scarf as a birthday gift is definitely not worth it, Yan Qinsheng agreed, and secretly moved his feet to Fang Yi's feet to compare, and he could almost guess the size.

On the rest day, Yan Qinsheng took the subway to go around the small commodity city near the school. Good wool yarn is not cheap, and a roll costs dozens of yuan.

Yan Qinsheng bought the most expensive two rolls of light gray woolen yarn, and the cheapest two rolls of ordinary woolen yarn for practice.After all, woolen thread is expensive and delicate, and it cannot withstand weaving, dismantling, and re-weaving.

The first night, Yan Qinsheng sat on the bed after taking a shower and studied the weaving tutorial on his mobile phone stitch by stitch more seriously than in class. Zhou Pingkang, who was opposite, saw that he was imitating the tone in the sketch, and shouted in a big fuss: "Oh, oh, oh! Yay, my God, Xiaoyan, did you take the wrong medicine or something?"

Yan Qinsheng smiled while holding wooden needles in both hands, his eyes were still fixed on the phone screen: "He insisted on making a handmade scarf as a birthday present for a friend."

"Hey, Xiaoyan's spring is here," Zhou Pingkang grinned, "I don't have the patience to knit this stuff for my wife, but she probably doesn't want what I knit. Like the name brand."

"Da Zhou, don't talk nonsense, my friend is a boy."

How could a boy knit a scarf for a boy? Although Yan Qinsheng explained it, Zhou Pingkang still didn't believe it: "Are there any photos, isn't the girl pretty? Is it from our class?"

"No, it's fine." Yan Qinsheng didn't bother to explain to him, and continued to knit the scarf, but was interrupted by Zhou Pingkang, and he knit a few stitches before he realized that one stitch was missing.

Yan Qinsheng sighed, had to pull the end of the thread to untie it and re-weave it again. Sure enough, Fang Yi presented him with a problem. There is no such thing as cost-effective and trouble-free in the world. It always takes a lot of effort.

So the two hours before going to bed every night became Yan Qinsheng's knitting time, and the roommates were surprised at the beginning, but now they are no longer surprised.

It took Yan Qinsheng two full weeks just to practice stitching. After getting familiar with the weaving method, he was able to knit a scarf while watching a movie just as skillfully as a village woman.

Entering November, Huaiyuan began to drizzle with a few cold waves, and every day when I woke up, it was colder than the day before.

Recently, Yan Qinsheng called back every three days. For some reason, he always felt that his father was in a low mood, and he talked less and less, and even sounded tired.

Having lived under the same roof for more than ten years, Yan Qinsheng could sense something was wrong no matter how dull he was, but his father refused to talk about his situation, but impatiently told him not to ask any more questions and just take care of himself.

One afternoon after that, Qin Wanmei also came to the school to look for him once. Yan Qinsheng received a notice from the dormitory manager that his mother had come, he was stunned for a moment, and ran out of the dormitory nervously.

The mother and a strange man were sitting on a stone bench outside the dormitory, with lipstick on their mouths, looking much younger.She was wearing a loose sweater, and her abdomen had bulged slightly into a semicircle.

To have a baby in your 40s is simply too much to die for.

Yan Qinwan walked over bravely, and called out dully: "Mom."

Qin Wanmei stood up, and said in a lukewarm tone: "Do you still remember me as a mother? Your father told you to cut ties with me, so you really won't call me anymore, and you won't even make a phone call. This college student's study has gone to the dog's stomach!"

Yan Qinsheng pursed his lips and did not speak. His father would often instill in him words like "Your mother ran away with a man, so I don't want you anymore", or "If you dare to recognize your mother, don't recognize me as an old man", in an attempt to make himself The hatred of being abandoned by a woman is imposed on the son.

Yan Qinsheng really hated his mother, but when he really saw her, he felt uncomfortable and panicked.

The man who was sitting got up and took Qin Wanmei's arm to persuade him: "Wanmei, I brought you here because you said you missed my son, why did you discipline the child again as soon as we met?"

The man brought up a box of milk on the ground and two down jackets bought at the mall and handed them to Yan Qinsheng: "Son, it's getting cold, and your mother is worried that you don't have any good clothes to wear, so she went to the mall to buy them for you."

Yan Qinsheng didn't reach out to pick up the things, but just gave the man a cold look. He was taller and more energetic than his father. No wonder his mother chose this man.

He doesn't accept the favor of a man, because this man has robbed his mother and his home.

Qin Wanmei glared at Yan Qinsheng, then poked Yan Qinsheng's forehead with her finger: "Didn't you hear what Uncle was talking to you, you pretended to be deaf and dumb just like your damn old man, just watching it makes people angry."

"Hey, that's all right, Wanmei, don't always be mean to the child." The man put on a reasonable look, grabbed Yan Qinsheng's hand and hung up the packaging bag: "Good boy, your mother often misses you so much that she wants to cry, Talk to her a few words, don't just listen to one side of things, Wanmei is impatient, but she has been suffering with your father for decades, so don't let her feel cold."

After the man finished speaking, he turned around and walked to the intersection, took out a cigarette and stuffed it into his mouth, and lit it silently with his back to the two people. He knew that he was an outsider, so it would be better to leave room for the mother and son to slowly untie their knots.

Yan Qinsheng and his mother looked at each other, neither of them said anything, Yan Qinsheng twitched the corners of his mouth, couldn't help crying first, Qin Wanmei covered her mouth and sobbed when her son was crying.

She hugged her son into her arms and said with red eyes, "During the divorce, I agreed to leave the house without leaving the house. I just need to take you with me. Your father refuses. The house is in his name. I don't have the financial ability to get it." Custody rights, Mom doesn't...it doesn't want you..."

Yan Qinsheng suddenly realized that he had done a ridiculous thing, no matter how wrong his mother was, it was still a grievance between her and his father.

His father could hate her, but Yan Qinsheng was her son born in October, so he had no right to hate his mother, nor did he have the right to obstruct her pursuit of happiness.

Yan Qinsheng buried his face on his mother's shoulder, and cried for a long time with trembling body before he said in a crying voice: "Mom, I'm sorry for you."

The two wiped away their tears and calmed down their emotions. Qin Wanmei took her son's hand and sat down on the stone bench, speaking in a gentle tone.

"Your father only has such a small salary, how much does he call you every month for living expenses?"

"One thousand, enough."

In fact, Yan Qinsheng lied. His father only gave five hundred in the last two months. He knew that his father was short of money, so he didn't ask for more.

"One thousand is not enough. Boys grow up and eat a lot. It doesn't cost money to talk about a girlfriend after they get to college." Qin Wanmei glanced at the man with his back to them in the distance, and secretly took out the bag from his pocket. A wad of banknotes was stuffed into the son's coat pocket.

"You use it first, and then call Mom if you don't have enough, and Mom will transfer the money to you."

"Mom, I really don't need it. I'm not short of money." Yan Qinsheng knew that it was the man's money, and he didn't want it.

Qin Wanmei glared at him: "Take it if you tell me to."

Yan Qinsheng was most afraid that his mother would stare at him, which meant that she was impatient, so he accepted it silently without any further evasion.

After sending his mother away, Yan Qinsheng went into the dormitory with big bags and small bags, unpacked all the milk and gave it to his roommates, leaving no box for himself.

Anyway, I can't grow taller, so why drink milk?

Putting his hands in his pockets, he touched the wad of banknotes and pondered for a moment, then left school and took the subway to the shopping mall.

Yan Qinsheng specially went to the counter to look around, and he looked at the pair of 800 yuan sneakers for a long time.

Although Fang Yi didn't wear shoes worth less than 2000 yuan, this was already the maximum amount Yan Qinsheng could afford. He thought that giving Fang Yi 800 yuan of sneakers would be enough for him, so he bought them as soon as he gritted his teeth.

When paying, he suddenly felt Da Zhou's feelings about buying things for his girlfriend. Although he felt sorry for the money, as long as the recipient was happy, no matter how tired he was, it was worth it.

Fang Yi's birthday happened to be Saturday, and Yan Qinsheng put the knitted scarf into the packaging bag. The wool was thick and the handle was heavy.

He bought too much wool yarn, and Yan Qinsheng wove a scarf for the remaining half roll and gave it to Zhou Pingkang.

Da Zhou yelled happily again, sighing that Xiaoyan is more virtuous than my wife.

After Yan Qinsheng got off work, he went directly to Fang Yi's dormitory and called him to come down.

As soon as he hung up the phone, Fang Yi appeared at the door with a speed comparable to that of a sprinter. Although it was already night, Fang Yi was still neatly dressed, obviously waiting for someone to come to him.

"I'm sorry, there are a lot of customers today, and I'm late for get off work." Yan Qinsheng smiled, and handed him the two packaging bags in his hand: "Happy birthday."

Fang Yi picked it up and continued, and found that there was a pair of sneakers in addition to the scarf. He felt a little distressed immediately, and he didn't know how many porridge this fool Yan Qinsheng had to save to buy shoes.

"I'm not telling you not to buy shoes."

Yan Qinsheng reached out and pulled out a long gray scarf from the bag: "I knitted the scarf for you too."

"You really woven this?" Fang Yi was shocked by the neat stitch pattern, and thought Yan Qinsheng bought it from outside, so he searched for the label everywhere.

"Really." Yan Qinsheng proudly put his hands on his hips: "Don't look for it, there is no label, it's [-]% handmade."

In the next second, he was hugged into a warm and firm embrace. When surrounded by Fang Yi, he could even hear the sound of his heart beating faster.

Fang Yi took his chin and rubbed his hair: "Thank you."

Back in the dormitory, Fang Yi still had a smile on his lips, and his roommate stuck out his head from the bed: "Look, which girl gave it to Yi Shaole?"

"It was given by my wife." Fang Yi walked under his roommate's bed, couldn't help but took out the scarf to show off: "See, it's better than the one your partner knitted."

The roommate stretched out his hand to grab the scarf and looked at it: "Hey, your girlfriend is quite dexterous."

"Don't pull it, you might damage it." Fang Yi stuffed the scarf back into the bag.

The roommate joked: "It's just a scarf, it seems to make our Yi Shao feel distressed, why didn't I realize that you love things so much."

Xie Qi sat up from the bed, glanced sourly at the scarf, a ragged scarf was so happy, obviously he didn't even look at the GUCCI wallet he gave him.

That scarf has been with Fang Yi for two whole winters. He didn't like wearing scarves very much before, but he got used to wearing it later. When he forgets one day, he will feel the cold wind blowing into his neck all the time, as if something is missing.

It was as if Yan Qinsheng was not around, and something was missing in his heart.