follow my heart

That night, Meng Buqing obviously didn't drink, but he seemed to be drunk, and kept having quite real dreams within dreams in his sleep.Until the sky was getting brighter, unknown birds chirping outside the window woke her up.

Meng Buqing opened his eyes, confused like a comatose critically ill patient waking up.

Her long eyelashes fluttered, and she pulled out her phone to check the time.

It was already noon.

Lots of new news.

Uncle: [Your mother moved a lot of things into my room yesterday and asked me to bring them to you, saying that you don't want to see her. ]

Uncle: [She wants to take you to Disney, but you refuse to go? ]

Uncle: [Bubu, your mother's personality is not very good, but she loves you very, very much. Those two membership tickets were bought by a friend. The extra money is because she remembers that you hate me the most. queue.You hurt her so much. ]

Meng Buqing yawned for a long time, and then asked: "I want to go now, is there still time?"Is mom already playing with someone else? ]

There was no reply for half a day.

She pursed her lips, as usual.

My uncle has always been my mother's protective umbrella, and he speaks gentle and gentle words under the appearance of a harmless and honest man.In fact, he stood by Xiao Anqiao's side unconditionally behind his back, helping her smooth things over and smooth things over for her.

Helping to make up is very obedient, and it is not anyone's true feelings at all.

After Meng Buqing got up and washed, he saw that the living room was empty, and there were indoor slippers in the entrance.Ji Wan has already left the house.

She puffed her face, and took a few mouthfuls of rice casually by herself.

Sitting in a daze with nothing to do in the room full of sunlight.

After a long time, she also decided to go out.

After the weather warmed up for a whole day, suddenly there were people wearing all kinds of clothes on the street.Before those who are afraid of the cold have time to take off their coats, some people are already wearing T-shirts that reveal a part of their waist.

Meng Buqing put his hands in his pockets, looked around, and walked to the familiar color printing shop.

She hasn't gone in yet.

A familiar figure was coming out with garbage bags in both hands.Gone was his shaggy yellow hair, replaced by a half-inch of thin, shaved black hair.

Meng Buqing couldn't help swearing: "Xu Jiahao, you just came out?"

"That's right," Xu Jiahao didn't know why, his eyes lit up when he saw her, he nodded and said, "I'll go and throw away the trash first."

He quickly ran to the big blue trash can not far away.

"..."

Meng Buqing was sitting on the sofa, with the sun slanting on her face, she half-closed her eyes.Staring at his same hairstyle just out of prison.

"What's wrong with you?"

Xu Jiahao was stunned for a moment before realizing what she just said.

He couldn't help swearing, raised his hand and touched his head and said, "I think this hairstyle is beautiful, it looks like my head is round, my head is big and my face is small, handsome!"

Meng Buqing nodded thoughtfully: "It seems that your mother is here, you have to pretend to be good, Mommy's life is really not easy."

Xu Jiahao: "..."

He took out his mobile phone to open the game, and asked, "Are you here to find someone to play the game? Shall I call them?"

"No, no need, I just come and have a sit when I have nothing to do."

Meng Buqing lowered his head, looked at the pure white floor tiles, and suddenly said suspiciously: "Why do you shops like to use this kind of broken floor tiles, the color is white and white, and it doesn't look good at all."

"Because polished tiles are the cheapest, they are cheap and wear-resistant, and they are easy to clean." Xu Jiahao stuffed his phone back into his pocket and said kindly, "Miss, where can we get the money to decorate a run-down shop like ours. "

"Oh."

"..."

Meng Buqing moved his eyes, staring at the newly placed small lucky tree in the corner, paused for a few seconds, and commented carefully: "The leaves are limp and the whole tree is collapsed, so there is no temperament, it seems that your fortune this year is not good either. It will be fine."

Xu Jiahao couldn't help jumping his feet when he heard the words: "Grandma, are you here sincerely to make trouble today?"

"No," Meng Buqing chuckled, "I've come to miss Gu Yang sincerely."

"..."

The air suddenly fell silent.

The name Gu Yang has not been mentioned for a long time.People in their circle, in the final analysis, still have their own muddy life to struggle, and the past can only be let go.

Just kidding, no one likes to say sad things.

Meng Buqing raised his eyes and looked at the expression on Xu Jiahao's face.

After a while, Xu Jiahao chuckled and said, "Then you are not as venomous as he is, he is much more irritating than you."

"Really?" Meng Buqing said indifferently, "He treats you very badly, but he never got angry with me. It's normal that I don't learn well."

Xu Jiahao nodded and remained silent.

Meng Buqing stared straight at him, and asked in a low and flat tone, "Xu Jiahao, do you still like little brother?"

"..."

The name "little brother" blurted out, and both of them were in a trance.

Time always goes by when you don't notice it, Lin Hua thanked Chunhong too hastily.

In the past, Meng Buqing's grandparents were taken to the city to live for the elderly for a period of time. The house they lived in was the old campus in the central area, which was full of lively fireworks.

They lived on the first floor, with a large garage attached to the house.The old man is used to being thrifty, so he rented out the property simply because it was wasted.

The garage became a car repair shop for a couple from out of town.

Inside the storefront were foldaway beds, and the three of them lived in a tiny room that used to be a garage.

Meng Buqing will play at his grandfather's house during the holidays.Once her pencil case broke, grandpa said that the little brother who rented downstairs was very handy and could fix everything.

He took it and went downstairs.Sure enough, it was fixed quickly.

Moreover, it was repaired completely as before, and there was no evidence of damage at all.Meng Buqing opened the pencil case in surprise and saw a fruit candy lying inside.

The sugar-wrapped cellophane glowed with colored light.

From then on, she had a good impression of that taciturn little brother, and would greet him politely when passing by.If there is no one in the store, they will be greeted to come in and sit down.

Gu Yang is very gentle to her, as if he really treats her like his own sister, even willing to help her with her homework.

He is obviously a vicious and delinquent boy, but he holds a mechanical pencil with a pink pendant and writes a diary for elementary school students stroke by stroke.

I don't know why, but the two of them hit it off.

"..."

When Meng Buqing was in junior high school, Gu Yang was in the last year of vocational high school, and finally fell in love.He hadn't had time to graduate yet, his studies -- and his life stopped directly.

The reason is that his mobile phone was secretly checked by his parents.

All the chat records between him and his boyfriend were printed out.

That day, fists and slaps fell on his face and body alternately, and the man even grabbed his hair and hit the wall.The woman's insults resounded all over the world, and finally the upstairs neighbor called the police for disturbing the people.

"..."

And then, a softly lit noon.

The boy with the word "Yang" in his name committed suicide by cutting his wrists in his parents' shop.With only a small razor, he was able to cut off the tendons in his hand, and then cut off the artery.

Before that, he made a simple and gentle phone call with Xu Jiahao, telling him to pay attention to his body and eat well.

He also sent a text message to Meng Buqing with the same advice.

Both Xu Jiahao and Meng Buqing felt abnormal, and they rushed to the door of the repair workshop at the same time.I saw a long yellow cordon outside the narrow repair shop.

Do not let in.Not allowed in.

It seems to be waiting for the ambulance to arrive, and it seems to be waiting for the forensic doctor.

Blood was sprayed all over the white floor tiles and walls.

"..."

The weather forecast says it will rain today.I don't know when, the sky outside the window suddenly darkened, the leaves were rubbed and shaken by the wind, and the fallen leaves were forced to the corner by the wind.

Meng Buqing thought, she is used to being self-willed and free, and she dared to come out to others at will because others dare not be rude to herself.But in front of important people, it was always hidden.

Thinking about it carefully, the fear of trouble may be only the superficial reason.

After all, she had witnessed the suicide of her little brother.

Xu Jiahao looked away and sighed.

He didn't say anything.

Meng Buqing nodded, and changed the subject cleverly: "I heard from Li Feng earlier that you have an old man setting up a chess stand here, why didn't you see it?"

"The old man won't come until noon."

"Oh, why do people set up a stall in front of your store?"

Xu Jiahao said: "He used to come here for a walk with his wife, and we got to know each other very well. Later, his wife got into a car accident."

Hearing this, Meng Buqing thought it was a sad story.

Xu Jiahao continued: "The old lady's legs are not convenient for walking, so she dragged the old man to play chess. The old man lost every time and was scolded, so he could only sneak out to set up a stall when the old lady was taking a nap, and find someone to hone his skills by playing chess. ..."

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Ji Wan drove home and passed a color printing shop on the way.It was pouring rain outside, and occasionally a few pedestrians were walking quickly.

But there were two people holding umbrellas and playing chess by the side of the street in heavy rain.

"..."

After Ji Wan glanced hastily, she realized something was wrong.She pulled over and stopped the car slowly, lowered the window and looked carefully.

The profile of that young girl was very familiar. She was sitting with an umbrella propped up, with a silly smile on her face.

It looks heartless.

Sitting in the car, Ji Wan called her: "Why don't you find a place where you can shelter from the rain to play chess?"

"Because it didn't rain when it started to rain, the old man—" Meng Buqing suddenly paused, she raised her eyes from the chessboard, removed her umbrella and looked around.

The gazes of the two met for a moment in the lingering rain.

"Is the old man unwilling to move his seat halfway down?" Ji Wan said softly on the phone, "Come here, go home."

Meng Buqing hesitated for half a second: "Ah, but..."

Ji Wan was silent.

Meng Buqing thought about it, she looked at the chessboard eagerly, and stood up anyway.Hastily explained to the grandfather: "I'm going home, you ask Xu Jiahao to bring the chessboard to the shop, don't mess it up, this is called Fengqi! Let's continue playing tomorrow!"

After finishing speaking, he hurried to Ji Wan.

Before she got in the car, she shook the rainwater out of the folding umbrella, and thoughtfully folded up the wet side.Didn't get the car dirty.

After closing the car door, he asked, "New car?"

Ji Wan said "hmm".

"The old man who played chess with me just now, his wife had a car accident some time ago." Meng Buqing said enthusiastically while fastening his seat belt, "The old lady's leg was injured, and it was inconvenient to walk for a while, so she took the old lady Grandpa plays cards and chess every day, and grandpa lost miserably, and then secretly went outside to make up lessons, which is very interesting."

"It's pretty good." Ji Wan turned her face sideways, with a faint smile on her lips, "You can chat with anyone, and get along well with anyone."

The tone seems to have a deep meaning.

Hearing this sentence, Meng Buqing's smile slowly retracted, and he stared at her suspiciously, "What's the matter, are you in a bad mood?"

After a while, Ji Wan came back to her senses, and looked directly at the gray and smoky rainy road in front of her.

"No."

The author has something to say:

The third day of junior high school sends the poor god.

There are small red envelopes in this chapter, I wish everyone a fortune in the new year! !