suddenly tired

Zhong Lei is a dull person, just like the sudden change of weather in a midsummer afternoon, he always feels that he is holding his breath, and once he opens his mouth, there will be lightning and thunder.

Sunday is his rest day. He usually doesn’t leave the bed. He just rests completely. He plays games on his stomach. When he gets tired, he turns over and lays down to sleep. When he wakes up, he uses a small projector to project a movie on the ceiling. Look, the projection on the ceiling is bound to be not so clear, so after watching it for a long time, the eyes are tired and then close. When Ji Sumian came to watch the movie, he was quite impatient: "Don't squeeze me!"

"Show me, I haven't seen this movie before."

"Have you wiped the floor? Have you washed your clothes?"

"Wipe it, the clothes have been washed a long time ago, the sun is good today, I washed the sheets again."

"You don't know how to wash mine when you wash the sheets?"

"You didn't wake up when I washed it. If I dragged you up to wash your sheets, wouldn't you beat me up?"

"When did I hit you?!"

"You didn't do anything but just talking is enough! Then you get up and change the sheets now."

"No, I just washed it."

Ji Sumian was speechless. What the hell is this doing? Is it okay to play tricks?

Zhong Lei moved to one side and gave him half a pillow. After looking at it for a while, he realized that lying next to each other like this... was very strange.

"What... do you want for lunch?"

"Yeah - stir-fried shrimp with asparagus, and sea bass with lime are also fine. The yam fish soup you cooked last time is delicious, or the clam soup, pork rib soup, they are all delicious... Er Brother Lei, what do you think I am doing?"

Zhong Lei turned his face sideways and stared at him, unable to speak for a moment.

"...Do you treat my place as a restaurant? Do you still order food? Do you still choose expensive ones?"

Ji Sumian stuck out her tongue: "I didn't either... I just... I don't have any imagination, so I think you did all of this..."

"Master, if your imagination is richer, I will open a restaurant with [-] or [-] cooks to serve you!" Zhong Lei got up while complaining, and suddenly remembered something, "When did I cook sea bass?"

——Oops, he didn’t do it at home, he did it on the show before... Ji Sumian quickly made up in his mind: "Huh? Haven't you done it? It might be me and Sister Xiaobai going to eat Thailand I got the food, hehehe forgot."

Zhong Lei didn't say anything, and went out to buy groceries in response.Even though the air conditioner was on, a thin layer of sweat broke out on Ji Sumian's nose, but fortunately, he was fooled.

Zhong Lei's habit of being hard-mouthed and soft-hearted has not changed. He bought asparagus and shrimp, sea bass, yam and pork ribs, according to the requirements of the young master.He had mixed feelings for Ji Sumian, but he didn't dare to think about it deeply, as if nothing would happen if he didn't think about it.

The sudden heavy rain trapped him, and he lit a cigarette at the gate of the vegetable market, regretting not driving here.

Before I finished smoking, I received a call from Lao Fang: "Where are you? Hurry up and go home, something happened."

"Ji Sumian?"

"Well, don't worry. I'm watching. I can't tell you clearly on the phone. You can talk about it when you come back."

Ji Sumian did have a little accident. At that time, he was lying on Zhong Lei's bed, watching the remaining half of the movie. He had watched the movie, but he didn't close it. He felt that the curtains were closed to watch the projection in broad daylight. The atmosphere is very good, very ambiguous, he can even smell the herbal fragrance of Zhong Lei's shampoo on the pillow, which makes it even more ambiguous.At that time, he only cared about his self-indulgence. He didn't know that the situation outside had changed. The sky darkened rapidly within a minute or two, and a bolt of lightning lit up. The hammer seemed to hit the top of his head, and the rain poured down.

He immediately picked up his mobile phone and wanted to ask Zhong Lei if he had brought an umbrella. Before he started typing, he remembered that clothes and bed sheets were still hanging in the yard. A rag was blown from nowhere and covered his face, and a stench entered his nostrils. He grabbed it and took a look, his face was ashen.

The cloth was inconspicuous, but it was enough to make him tremble. Blood mixed with rainwater flowed from his fingers. He threw it away in a panic as if he was holding a piece of red-hot coal, his legs went limp, and he slumped on the ground.

Zhong Lei felt that with Lao Fang around, he could feel a little more at ease, but he didn't know what was going on. He bought an umbrella at the gate of the vegetable market and rushed home. When he got home, he found that the gate was surrounded by a cordon. Sheets were strewn all over the place.

"Hey, don't stop me, I'll just live here!" Zhong Lei couldn't get in, and saw Lao Fang coming out of the house, "Where's Ji Sumian?"

"It's okay, I'm at home, just wait a moment, the forensic doctor is collecting evidence."

"What?!" Zhong Lei's heart was beating wildly, why did the forensic doctor be dispatched, "Uncle Fang, what happened?"

"Oh, the child is also unlucky. When it was raining, he came out to collect his clothes. A bloody coat was washed down from the roof and fell on him. He was not injured, but he was quite frightened. I heard him calling for help at home. Come and see, report I called the police and told me not to move the scene. You wait and then go in."

"No, it's not the scene at home, can I go in and have a look first?"

"Don't worry, it'll be fine soon—" Just as he was speaking, the police in the room shouted, "You can come in." Zhong Lei rushed in, and saw a child sitting upright on a chair, dripping water from the chair, his hands There were some marks on his face, and when he saw him coming in, there was a cry in his voice: "Brother Lei——"

Zhong Lei squeezed his shoulder: "It's okay, don't be afraid. Is it cold? Go take a hot bath."

Lao Fang added next to it: "It needs to be washed well, the forensic doctor said that there are still some human tissues on the clothes."

Ji Sumian frowned, bent her waist, and spat out with a wow.

Zhong Lei didn't have time to get the tissue, so he could only support Ji Sumian first, then turned his head and gave Lao Fang a supercilious look: "Do you have to make it so clear? Isn't it disgusting enough?!"

"Oh, sorry, go take a shower."

"Don't go, clean it up for me!"

The forensic work at the door was a bit futile. The heavy rain washed away everything that could be washed away, and there were no valuable traces on the roof, so we had to leave with the bloody clothes first.When all this is over and the rain gradually subsides, the world will return to tranquility.

Ji Sumen huddled under the quilt, his eyes were dull, Zhong Lei handed him the yam pork rib soup, he instinctively reached out to pick it up, then retracted his hand and frowned: "Brother Lei, I can't drink it, I still feel sick."

"Then save it for you to drink later. Or do you want some porridge?"

"I don't want to eat anything, you can eat first."

Zhong Lei cooked a few dishes, but didn't bring them out. He was afraid that the taste of the dishes would be too strong, so he ate a few mouthfuls in the kitchen. When he came out, he found that Ji Sumian had fallen asleep and was lying on his bed.He put a bottle of water by the bed, packed the perch, and went out to find Lao Fang.

"I haven't eaten your dishes for several months. This fish is really good, hot and sour, sweet and appetizing!" Lao Fang praised while eating.

"Okay, eat yours, don't try to think of words to praise me."

"Aren't you going to eat?"

"The child can't eat and is already asleep."

Lao Fang smiled: "It's scary enough. When I passed by, he sat on the ground and didn't dare to move. I dragged him up and stuffed him in the house, haha!"

"Still laughing! Is this a murder case?"

Lao Fang became serious in an instant: "Look at the amount of bleeding. If there is no accident, you should be investigating the surrounding area now. You only threw a piece of clothing on the roof of your house. There are too few clues. It's not easy to handle. And we don't even have a surveillance camera here. nothing……"

"Who the hell is so wicked!"

"This is not a wicked thing, murder case, what is lacking is humanity."

After being silent for a while, Zhong Lei asked: "Will you still ask him for questions later? Is there nothing wrong with him?"

"Probably not, the oral supply is quite clear."

"Didn't you say that he was scared and stupid, how could he still be clear?"

"Just because you can't move your body doesn't mean your brain is broken."

"Well, all right, you eat, I'm going back."

Ji Sumian was still sleeping, but not very quiet. Zhong Lei sat at his feet playing games, and was kicked by him from time to time.He looked at the cheek on the pillow, the hand holding the quilt, the indentation of the bed sheet, and the curvature of him lying crookedly. The sunset after the heavy rain was extremely gorgeous, and the purple light came in from the window, and Ji Sumian's face was reflected It must be flushed with a layer of red, and the whole picture is...beautiful and attractive.He hurriedly looked away, but that picture was always in front of his eyes, announcing something, surpassing his mountainous past and disturbing his peace.He had to close his eyes, leaning his head against the wall, trying to erase the confusion in his mind.

I don't know how long I slept, but I was kicked awake again, only to find that the quilt had been kicked aside by him, and I flinched, "Kick again, you are cold." Su Mian's breathing was a little fast, her brows were tightly frowned, and she hummed in an uncomfortably low voice.

There was a slight heat on his forehead. He climbed up to the attic to find the medicine box and took a temperature of 38.2, which was not too high.He picked up Ji Sumian and stuffed a medicine into his mouth, "Get up and drink water, swallow the medicine."

Ji Sumian took the medicine obediently, curled up in his arms, and mumbled: "Father... I'm cold."

Dad... Dad... Zhong Lei laughed, and after picking it up for more than a year, he really raised a son.He reached out to grab the quilt, pulled it over to cover him, and sat behind him.

Ji Sumian turned sideways, curled up like a cat, and still called Dad, "Headache."

"Well, I just took the medicine, and I'll be fine in a while, wait a minute."

Ji Sumian didn't speak again, and said after a while: "Dad...it's hot."

Zhong Lei touched his forehead, and indeed he was sweating, and let his arm out of the quilt: "So, is it better?"

"Father, I'm so tired...why is it so hard to live..."

Zhong Lei couldn't help but hugged him tightly, bowed his head and whispered: "I know you're tired, you've worked hard, and you've worked hard to live."

Didn't hear any response from Ji Sumian, he continued: "Maybe exhaustion is like this, you watch someone who looks like you, in a closed space with no windows or doors, the sun rises and the sun sets And Xi, you want to express, but you can only paint abstract paintings, no one can understand, you can’t tell him, I can understand, he can’t say it, and he can’t come out.”

I don't know who's feeling these words are describing. Ji Sumian wasn't talking to him. He didn't have a clear consciousness, but just muttered to himself: "Is it... I don't care about anything like my mother."

"No! Ji Sumian, you can't say that! You can't think like that! Wake up and don't sleep."

He still didn't wake up, his face was pale, his brows were knit together and couldn't be stretched, he shrank into Zhong Lei's arms again shouting coldly, holding on to his clothes.

"Dad, I miss you..."

"...When you are better, I will take you to see him."