overdue lover

The old rusty iron door was pushed by Ji Qinglin, and it made a harsh sliding sound due to lack of oil, which made his eardrums hurt.

He took a deep breath and pulled it away in one go, surprisingly smoothly.

Ji Qinglin couldn't help sighing, some things have to be ruthless and try, if you keep shrinking, I'm afraid you will never know how easy it is to succeed.

Thinking wildly, he turned the lock and opened the door, and a stale and corrupt smell rushed towards him.

"Ahem..." Ji Qinglin slapped his hands in front of him, feeling his body was filled with dull air.

I found an old high school dress from the bedroom closet, and I couldn't explain the dusty smell on it.

But he had no other clothes, so he could only make do with it.

The water heater in the old-fashioned building was not very easy to use. The shelf of the water heater eroded by green rust was crumbling. Ji Qinglin was afraid that it would fall, so he simply took warm water and wiped his body to get rid of the special smell from the hospital.

While wiping his hair, he looked out through the window in the bathroom, and there was a black car parked in the open space in front of the building.

The black car is completely hidden by the bushes that have not been taken care of for a long time. It is impossible to see that it is a car unless you look carefully.

Ji Qinglin shivered for no reason, and hastily stretched out his hand to close the window.

Before going to bed, he thought of Liang Jing's advice when he left the hospital, so he dragged his slippers to his parents' bedroom.

Their bedroom is well-decorated, even old-fashioned.

The old-fashioned brown floral wallpaper has been so mottled that you can barely see the patterns on it. The entire side wall is a solid wood wardrobe. Standing in front of it, you can only feel full of oppression. Opposite it is a large Desk and windows.

Through the gauze curtains, one can vaguely see the anti-theft railings like the outermost prison.

With complicated emotions, Ji Qinglin opened the door at the corner of the closet, and only barely reached a cardboard box by poking in.

The cardboard boxes are cut out of instant noodle boxes, and there are piles of messy documents stacked on top of each other.

Ji Qinglin took out a stack and sat by the bed to read, but finally couldn't bear the mess and dumped them all on the bed.

After finding the documents needed for his father's medical reimbursement, Ji Qinglin divided all the things in the carton into three parts according to their names.

When he put the documents back into the carton one by one, a piece of yellowed paper caught at the bottom of the carton caught his attention.

He thought it was waste paper and picked it up casually.

Turning over the page, Ji Qinglin was stunned.

On the top of the paper were written a few words - "Certificate of Adoption".

"...Certify Ji Fengyou that Liang Jing and his wife are indeed capable of raising and educating the adoptee, they are not suffering from any medical disease that should not be adopted, and both parties agree to adopt..."

"...the adopter applied to change the abandoned baby's name to 'Ji Qinglin', hereby certify..."

At the bottom is the official seal of Lucheng Civil Affairs Department.

Ji Qinglin didn't remember how he finished reading this piece of paper at all.

When he came to his senses, he was already lying straight on the narrow bed in the bedroom, staring blankly at the ceiling, with the adoption certificate in hand.

The sound insulation of the old house is not good, and the noisy voices of the neighbors can be heard very clearly in the quiet night.

Some cook in the middle of the night, some beat and scold their children for not doing their homework, and some husbands fight with their wives after drinking too much.

For a while, the cries of women, the scolding of men, the begging of old people, the screams of children and even the sound of pots and pans colliding were mixed together, all poured into Ji Qinglin's brain.

He closed his eyes hard, turned sideways, the quilt touched the piece of paper, and it floated down gently.

Ji Qinglin stretched out his hand to touch the dry eye sockets, and raised the corners of his lips, but his mood was calm.

He already knew it would be like this - no child is not like his parents, and there is no parent who doesn't love his children, and he seems to be that accident.

All unreasonableness has a reasonable explanation.

Only then did Ji Qinglin understand where the sense of division in this family lies.

Liang Jing's worrying about gain and loss and being cautious are because she suspects that she will leave at any time, while Ji Fengyou's indifference and isolation are because she doesn't care.

The whole family is like a TV drama without a script, with Liang Jing playing the role of the mother, Ji Fengyou playing the father, and Ji Qinglin playing the "crystallization of love" of them.

The cage named "family" trapped the three of them in place.

Little did they know that the interior was already full of dead wood and rotten bones, which would fall apart at the slightest touch.

Since they are fake, where is the real one?

Ji Qinglin curled up, feeling pain in his chest.

He thought of the worst possibility, maybe his parents died long ago in some natural and man-made disaster, maybe he was the most redundant one in the family, so he was abandoned, or maybe he was the forbidden fruit of a certain boy and girl during puberty, Identity is related to the reputation of a generation, so it cannot be announced to the world.

Either way, you can't get rid of the shadow of "no one wants it".

It turns out that the more one insists on something, the less one gets it, Ji Qinglin thought to himself, his heart tingling with pain.

The next day, he got up at dawn, went to the breakfast shop downstairs to buy soy milk and meat buns, and took a taxi to the hospital.

The driver saw that he almost fell asleep in the car, chatted with him and asked if there was something sad about the young man, why his eyes were still swollen.

Ji Qinglin forced a smile, and asked the master what to do if he found out that he was adopted by his family.

The master looked at him in the rearview mirror in surprise, and almost rear-ended a car.

It took a while for the master to tentatively answer, while Ji Qinglin, who was sitting in the back, kept looking out of the window, quietly listening to the master's obviously not distracted answer.

When he got out of the car, the master thought that he had encountered some difficulties and advised him to drive.

Ji Qinglin pursed her lips, scanned the QR code and got out of the car.

Taking a deep breath and stepping out of the elevator, Ji Qinglin's footsteps were not as firm as when he got off the car.

Before he entered the ward, he heard Liang Jing's distinctive voice.

She was babbling something very fast, sounding very dissatisfied.

Ji Qinglin stood at the blind corner of the door, tilting his head and looking inside.

Liang Jing was hunched over in front of the hospital bed, doing something hurriedly. There was a water basin on the stool beside her. Ji Qinglin guessed that she should be wiping Ji Fengyou's face.

Wiping and wiping, her movements stopped, her face seemed to be facing Ji Fengyou, and she watched quietly for a few seconds.

He wiped the hem of his clothes with his wet hands indiscriminately, then pulled a strand of gray hair from his sideburns behind his ears, and cursed fiercely: "...Damn old man!"

This sentence is not entirely disgusted, Ji Qinglin also felt more complicated emotions.

He instantly thought of the photo of the husband and wife on the adoption certificate.

The woman in that photo shows no signs of age at all. She wears two braids and is wearing a plain navy blue overalls. Her face is full of smiles, and half of her body is leaning against the man next to her, as if she wants to lean on her whole body. into his arms.

She was young, and she loved so passionately.

When Ji Qinglin saw the woman's washed white clothes and the wrinkled lines on her face that she had brought back from the stall, tears suddenly filled her eyes.

【Speak】

Alas, Liang Jing is also a poor person, she is the fault of a scumbag!

good night in advance