The boss is holding me by picking up trash

It was already dark, Jing Sui hung up the phone and got up, and it took a long time before he remembered to pat off the grass clippings on his body.

Looking at the dark sky, most of the grades are on summer vacation, and he is the only one in the empty green field. Looking at the thousands of empty auditoriums, he suddenly felt a terrible loneliness.

Jing Sui picked up his mobile phone and edited a text message to Yao Yicheng: I will live in school today and I won't go back.

Then he put his hands in his pockets and dangled aimlessly.

Walking and walking paused, turned and walked in a certain direction.

The elementary school has long been deserted, and there are colorful slides standing in the corner of the playground. Suddenly, a gust of wind blows, and the iron chains of the swings on the side make a toothache "creaking" sound, and they sway for self-entertainment.

Jing Sui raised his eyes to see that the height of the slide was not as high as his height, so he gave up the urge to go for a walk, went to the swing and sat down.

The swing has the effect of relieving worries.

Anyway, if you can't sit still, just let it sway, and your mood has recovered a lot.

It's like a child who loved to cry when he was a baby, when he is held in the arms of his mother and rocked like a boat, he will miraculously stop wanting to cry.

Jing Sui's face showed empty imagination, and he lowered his eyelids for a while, and let out a sneer without moving his flesh.

Laugh at your mother, laugh at yourself, and laugh at Yao Yicheng.

Sad in my heart, it turned out that he already knew.

Jing grabbed the iron chain casually and swung with a little strength.

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Yao Yicheng has always had a regular schedule, and it is difficult to fall asleep before midnight, and he wakes up on time at six in the morning.

After living with Jing Sui, he pushed his working hours into the evening, and usually waited for Jing Sui to return to his room before he took out his computer to deal with it.

After receiving the news from Jing Sui, he put down his book, left the wheelchair to stretch his arms and legs, and then took out his computer from the study to work on the balcony.

The indoor lights are not turned on, and the light and shadow on the balcony come from the computer and the bustling night scene outside the floor-to-ceiling windows. The nearby golden driveway is speeding past red and green car lights, the neon signs in the distance are eye-catchingly flashing, and the lights of the sea-crossing bridge in the distance brightly lit.

When the colorful lights came in, it was not very bright, leaving only a touch of color on the wall and Yao Yicheng's profile. Yao Yicheng stared at the computer quietly in such half-light and half-darkness, his eyes reflected a piece of whiteness, his eyes The posture is leisurely and serious, and the slender fingers tap the keyboard from time to time, causing the screen in his eyes to change accordingly.

Ten minutes later, he looked away from the computer, picked up the glass in hand, leaned back in his chair, drank water, and admired the city that never sleeps.

However, his eyes did not move around, and his deep gaze was more like a trance.

The hand in front of him raised his hand and took out a bag of grape slices from his bag, and put it in front of his eyes in front of the changing light. After a while, he said in a low voice: "So, what do you really like?"

Take out a piece of grape and put it in your mouth, move your tongue, you can always taste the sweetness in your mouth before, but now there is only a sour taste that irritates the mucous membrane.

Yao Yi swallowed expressionlessly and looked at the package in his hand.

It turns out that I don't like eating grapes, I just like things that Jing Sui might like.

He paused, turned his head to look at the door that would not be opened tonight, picked up his phone and edited WeChat:

Brother Jing, I wet the bed, can I sleep in your room tonight?

For Yao Yicheng, face is a dispensable thing.

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The boy was running in the school corridor, and his classmates were chasing him back and forth. Suddenly, a tall figure flashed not far in front of him. Seeing the boy laughing, he squatted down and opened his arms towards him. The boy laughed and tried to hide, but was caught by him Pick it up accurately, straighten your arms and raise it high.

On the way home from school, men and women took the little boy by the hand and led him to avoid potholes and return home safely.

At night, the boy was asleep, but he was woken up suddenly. In the dim vision, a woman was sitting on the edge of the bed wearing a coat, opening and closing her mouth: "Your father is going to work in the city, where the salary is high, I have to take care of him." , you have to be obedient at school, mom will come back to see you on weekends."

The boy thought not to go, but he didn't make any sound, nodded obediently, watched the woman close the door, and rushed to the big city with his father in the night.

"Tell them not to go, get up quickly, and stop them!" Jing Sui's voice sounded like a voiceover, he was struggling and anxious, but the boy couldn't hear him at all, rubbed his eyes and fell asleep again.

School vacations and vacations, spring and autumn come, but my mother only came back twice, and my father never disappeared.

But my mother looked good, her clothes and jewelry became more and more fancy and exquisite, and she looked younger than before with makeup and hair.

"We are not stable there, you study hard, and one day your mother will take you to school in the city."

The boy nodded longingly, but the scene outside the screen smiled indifferently, and as expected, the next screen was the black and white paper signed by the boy who dropped out of school.

He was taken to the big city, but not to school at all.

He finally saw his father, but found that his eyes were full of exhaustion and cruelty, and he forgot how to hug his son whom he hadn't seen for a long time.

Big cities, small rental houses, the smell of smoke, the sound of unknown machines turning, day after day, made the boy fearful and anxious.

Grace's mother scolded her dejected father, beating his chest and stamping his feet with tears in his eyes. The latter let her insult him, lowered his head more and more, and curled up in silence without saying a word.

Noisy, explosive.

This family never quiets down 24 hours a day. His mother is like a repeater that never gets tired. Sometimes I yell at someone with all my words, but sometimes I just complain about cursing, mourning, and so on.

No one in the room refuted, no one corrected, and no one even made a sound at all, and she spoke even more happily.

The boy didn't like it and didn't want to hear it, but there was nothing he could do but wrap himself in the blanket.

What's even more frightening is that when other uncles and aunts come to play at home, the mother will be like a different person, gentle, generous, and clever, if she doesn't occasionally give him a sneaky look and order him to do this or that, and gently pinch his arm Tell him to be obedient, or poke his vest and tell him to call someone to wait. He really thinks this person is some monster wearing his mother's painted skin.

He could see that his mother was very satisfied with his current situation. Like a fish in water, she had found her own way of life. She was angry and no one contradicted her. She was weak and everyone sympathized with her. She was exquisite and happy.

The boy stared blankly, as if looking at a corner on a stage.

Jing Sui remained silent, waiting for that day to come.

Suddenly, the picture in front of me flashed by, frame by frame changing like a revolving lantern.

The father has been cowardly and shy away all the year round, while the mother is adoring the outside world and bossing the family around...

It was snowing heavily in the cold winter crew, and his feet got sores from the cold.

The opening ceremony of the new school was held, but his mother dragged him out of the school in a blink of an eye, begging him to drop out of school again.

He was wearing tattered and dirty clothes, walking on a muddy path, and was chased by a group of people who threw gravel. He turned his head and hit his eyes. When the director said to cry, he cried.

Jing Sui knew he was dreaming, he didn't want to continue, he wanted to hit his head with his hand, pull his ear and yell that he felt awake, but he couldn't stop the screen from turning and came to a certain hotel box.

The men were laughing, glasses of wine piled up in front of them.

Jing Sui murmured painfully in his dream: "I, no, drink..."

But the grown-up boy drank it, and wept timidly.

"Don't cry! Don't cry!" Jing Sui yelled like crazy, jumped up from the bed, and the bed board shook with a loud noise, waking up the whole dormitory.

"What's wrong?" the roommate asked.

Jing Sui was panting violently, his eyes gradually focused and the whites of his eyes were blood red, both angry and sad.

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