What kind of bad thoughts can the monitor have?

Two o'clock in the morning is the dividing point of the bar street. Those who played the first half left one after another, and those who played the second half just arrived.

Tan Jingyang has always been working in the middle of the night. After receiving his salary, he stepped on his bicycle. When he passed by a 24-hour supermarket, he went in and bought some of his favorite snacks for Tan Le, and hung them on the handlebars of his bicycle.

After leaving Bar Street, the street gradually became quieter.The air was humid and hot, and it was uncomfortable to stick to the body.Tan Jingyang rode the bike very fast, and it was better to stir up a slight wind than nothing at all.

When the car entered Nancheng, the street lights became noticeably sparse.In the dim light, drunks urinating on the street or scavengers turning over trash cans can be seen almost every ten meters.

Tan Jingyang held the handlebar with one hand, and with the other hand, he searched for a cigarette in his trouser pocket.

Probably just delayed in the supermarket for a while, the English listening in the earphones, which is just enough to finish the distance from Bar Street to home, ended early.After a brief silence, the smooth and soothing prelude of the guitar came.

"Hello darkness, my old friend

I've come to talk with you again

Because of vision softly creeping

LeftitsseedswhileIwassleeping

And the vision that was planted in my brain

Still remains

Within the sound of silence."

With a cigarette in his mouth, Tan Jingyang tapped on the handlebars of the bicycle with his index finger following the rhythm of the music.There is an old-fashioned black tape recorder in the small room full of washing powder smell in my memory.It is covered with a cloth made of red velvet, and it is always opened every afternoon.

This is the song "the sound of silence".

Tan Jingyang played the song several times in a loop in the broken carport of the community, smoked three or four cigarettes in succession, then locked the car, and walked towards the doorway that smelled of urine.

Through the rusty anti-theft door, he heard the clear sound of mahjong coming from the room.A trace of boredom flashed through Tan Jingyang's eyes quickly, he took out the key and "clicked" to open the door lock, and the strong smell of smoke mixed with the oily smoke rushed to his face in an instant, which was very disgusting.

"Hey, my nephew is back." The man on the card table greeted Tan Jingyang without raising his head, then nervously took out a card from the pile of cards, put it in front of his eyes, and moved it away with his thumb. Then he threw it out in frustration, "Er Tiao!"

Tan Jingyang didn't respond, and put the takeaway box thrown on the coffee table into a plastic bag, tied it tightly, and threw it into the trash can.He took out a few more pieces of paper to wipe off the leaked red oil, and then said to the man as politely as possible: "Xiao Le is asleep, why don't you play again during the day tomorrow?"

After hearing Tan Jingyang's words, the people at the card table couldn't help but look at Tan Jingyang's uncle.Uncle impatiently turned on his phone to check the time, and said angrily, "It's the last one. After finishing this one, go back to your home!"

Tan Jingyang stopped talking, opened the window silently for ventilation, and then went into the bathroom.

The water pressure in this old house is always unstable, and the water temperature is sometimes cold and sometimes hot. You can have the feeling of repeatedly jumping between the extremes of ice and fire after taking a bath.Tan Jingyang quickly took a shower, stood in front of the mirror and wiped her hair.

Recently, he has to go to class during the day and work part-time at night, so he has never taken care of cleaning the room.At this time, there was a layer of yellow scale on the mirror in the bathroom.

Tan Jingyang dipped a brush in washing powder to clean off the scale on the mirror.By the way, the ground was also washed with a rain shower.Next to the trash can, he found a used condom. He probably didn't throw it properly when he threw it away, and he didn't bother to bend down to pick it up again.

Tan Jingyang frowned in disgust, picked up the contraceptive condom in his hand with a paper pad, and threw it directly into the toilet to flush it away.Then he took off the clothes he had just changed, turned on the water and took a shower again.

When he came out of the bathroom again, the game was over.The uncle seemed still upset that he had humiliated himself in front of his poker friends just now, and moved the tables and benches loudly.

Tan Jingyang directly took the bench from his uncle, stacked them together and placed them behind the door, then lifted the table and stood it up against the wall.When the uncle saw that there was nothing else to do, he muttered something, took out two cans of beer from the refrigerator, and went back to his room.After a while, his snoring came from inside.

Tan Jingyang turned off the light in the living room, and gently pushed open the door of his and Tan Lewu's rooms.Under the orange desk lamp, Tan Le, who was wearing a vest, was sleeping peacefully with a pillow in his arms.Probably because he felt that the room was too noisy, and he still had a lump of toilet paper stuffed in his ears.

The electric fan wobbled and swayed, blowing the smell of mosquito coils all over the room, which just happened to cover the unpleasant smell of oily smoke emanating from the living room.

In the middle of the night, the temperature outside finally cooled down.Behind the old house is an old sycamore tree, which is full of sycamore flowers at this time of year.The faint fragrance blew into the room with the wind, soothing Tan Jingyang's restless mood all night.When it was almost dawn, he gradually fell asleep.

After that, he had a very confusing dream.In the dream, I chased a bat back to the room that smelled like washing powder.The old radio went "click, click" and then began to play "the sound of silence" on a loop.

At this moment, there was a knock on the door outside the house, and he saw two people standing in the sun through the window.A tall man with a briefcase in his hand.One is slim and slender, wearing a light blue dress.Although they stood against the light, they couldn't see their facial features clearly.But Tan Jingyang still recognized that they were his parents.

He yelled "Dad, Mom!" and hurriedly opened the door.But in an instant, "the sound of silence" disappeared, and so did my parents.

Followed by a loud mahjong sound, the room instantly became the living room of my uncle's house.While they were playing cards, they chatted unabashedly about nasty jokes.And Tan Le, who was standing alone in the corner, was crying helplessly.

There is also a dog leash tied around his neck, and the other end is tied to the leg of the bench that my uncle is sitting on.

Tan Jingyang opened his eyes suddenly, and a thin layer of sweat oozed from his forehead.

He looked at the ceiling to calm down, touched the phone and glanced at the time.05:30 in the morning.

Tan Jingyang simply stopped sleeping, got up, dressed and washed, and then went to a nearby breakfast stand to buy some soy milk and fried dough sticks.

When passing by a community, he saw a list of house rental information posted on the bulletin board at the door.Tan Jingyang pursed her lower lip, and then used her mobile phone to write down the owner's contact number.

On the other hand, Ji Zhun actually didn't sleep well that night.As soon as I closed my eyes, the sounds of the disco in the disco kept coming from my ears.So much so that when he stepped on the class bell and threw himself on the seat, Tan Jingyang was slightly taken aback looking at his face.

Ji Zhun didn't bother to talk to him, squinted his eyes to look at the get out of class timetable, then found out the book in class and put it in front of him, and went back to sleep.When I opened my eyes again, I found that half of my body was leaning towards Tan Jingyang.

Tan Jingyang was squeezed so close to the wall, his brows twitched when he saw Ji Zhun open his eyes.

"You're pretty punctual." Tan Jingyang changed his pen, "There are still 5 minutes to finish class."

Jizhun didn't answer, moved his body back silently, unscrewed the mineral water on the table and took a sip.

The cold water soaked from his mouth all the way to his chest, and he finally woke up completely.

"Xiao Le told me everything." Tan Jingyang paused, and said in a low voice, "Thank you."

Ji Zhun hummed softly from his nose, and glanced at Tan Jingyang: "Is Di dancing happily?"

"It's not what you think." Tan Jingyang frowned.

The bell rang for the end of get out of class, and Ji Zhun didn't intend to listen to Tan Jingyang's explanation at all.As soon as he put the books in the cabinet, he got up and walked out of the classroom.

Tan Jingyang wanted to stop him, tell him clearly, and told Ji Zhun that if he didn't make money, he and Tan Le would have to drink northwest wind.But the words moved to the edge of his mouth, and finally swallowed them back.

Why bother?So what if the explanation is over?

He and Ji Zhun are people from two worlds.

……

All the lunch meals in the school cafeteria hit Ji Zhun's point of view.

He doesn't eat garlic sprouts fried pork, he doesn't eat mushrooms stewed chicken with mushrooms, he doesn't eat celery fried fragrant dried celery, not to mention steamed pumpkin, it's Ji Zhun's nightmare.He forcibly swallowed the acid reflux clear saliva, turned and left the cafeteria.

As a result, he casually dealt with a bowl of beef noodles outside the school, and his stomach hurt so much that he wanted to die in class in the afternoon.

"What's wrong?" Looking at Jizhun with pale lips, Tan Jingyang was startled.

There was a layer of sweat on Jizhun's forehead, his brows were knit together, and he pressed his stomach hard with his hands.

"Stomach pain?"

Ji Zhun leaned on the table and nodded.

Tan Jingyang directly raised his hand to interrupt the teacher who was in class: "Teacher, Ji Zhun has a severe stomachache. I'll take him to the infirmary."

Seeing Ji Zhun's face, the teacher was a little flustered, and hurriedly said: "Go quickly, monitor, take care of him, if you can't do it, please ask for leave."

Tan Jingyang supported Ji Zhun and walked towards the infirmary opposite the teaching building.

Jizhun's stomach churned again on the road, and he pushed Tan Jingyang away and staggered into the nearest toilet, throwing up in the dark.

A pair of hands stroked Ji Zhun's back, and after a little hesitation, he began to pat him gently.

Ji Zhun vomited until his eye sockets were red, and there was a thin layer of water mist in his eye sockets.

"Stop taking pictures, the more you take pictures, the more you want to vomit." His nose was stuffy right now, and his voice sounded muffled, which was in stark contrast to his usual appearance of "lifting his chin, no one is afraid".

"Call your driver and ask him to pick you up." Tan Jingyang said.

Ji Zhun unscrewed the water pipe and rinsed his mouth, then took out a mint candy from his pocket, put it in his mouth, and said, "Uncle Wang and my dad are on a business trip, I'll take a taxi and go back by myself."

After vomiting now, he felt a lot better in his stomach.

The teacher in the infirmary prescribed a few anti-inflammatory drugs for Jizhun, and then gave him a note to let him go home and rest.Sitting in the taxi, Ji Zhun felt uncomfortable in his stomach, and the original nausea surged up again.

The palms that were sweating were suddenly grabbed by Tan Jingyang beside him and opened them.Then press hard on the downward acupuncture point between his index finger and middle finger.

There was a sour feeling in the palm of my hand, I don't know if it was a psychological effect.Ji Zhun actually felt a little more comfortable.

"Xiao Le has a bad stomach, and I press here for him every time he feels uncomfortable." Tan Jingyang said.

Ji Zhun lowered his eyes slightly to look at the fingers exerting force on his palm. With every force Tan Jingyang exerted, the joints on his hand would become more distinct, and the blood vessels would protrude accordingly.Jizhun couldn't help but wonder if the other party would also make small movements of tapping his fingertips on his palm after a while.

"Is it better?" Tan Jingyang's low voice sounded from the side again.

Jizhun looked away as if nothing had happened, pulled the corner of his mouth upwards forcefully, and said, "If you want to skip class, just say so, and tell the class teacher that you don't trust me."

"It seems to be better." Tan Jingyang immediately withdrew his hand and turned his gaze out of the window.

Ji Zhun looked at the red fingerprints on his hand, only felt that it was hot and itchy.

He put his hands in his pockets, picking at the candy box of mints in his pocket.

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The author has something to say:

The first time I heard "the sound of silence" was in the movie "The Graduate" ^-^ Good movie, good music!