silent me, silent us

Sitting on the leather sofa in the living room is a man wearing casual clothes of a famous brand. He is holding the phone between his head and doesn’t know what to say. The steaming woman came out of the bathroom, wiping her head with a towel in one hand, and holding something that looked like a report in the other. She didn't waste any second studying the data, and it probably stayed close to 10,000+ in a second.

Hearing the sound of pingping, the two raised their heads towards the entrance, and saw a tall and handsome boy in a high school uniform rushed in out of breath, and then lowered his head to type on the computer or read the report. Looking at the report, it seems like he didn't see the boy.

"Dad! Mom!"

dad?mom?Who is it?

The man and the woman looked at the boy's excited expression suspiciously, froze for three seconds, and then let out a sound like seeing a ghost.

"Baby!"

The son himself is much more handsome than the video!

The two elders of the Ye family put down their work and hugged Ye Guang.Father Ye rubbed his son's head, lamenting that age and height are not forgiving; Mother Ye turned her son around and sighed that "good bamboo shoots out of bad bamboo", which caused Father Ye to roll his eyes.

Maria smiled and went into the kitchen to prepare dinner, while the family of three sat on the sofa.

Ye Guang looked at the "real" parents excitedly, and had a lot to say to them, such as taking the No. In the principal's office, he was praised by the whole school, and he was elected as a candidate for the student council president... But he might not be selected, because Xu Qizhang is also very good... Speaking of Xu Qizhang, Ye Guang scratched his face and lowered his head with a smirk.

"However, if you don't become the chairman, you will definitely have the position of vice-chairman!"

After speaking with a smile, Ye Guang raised his head with a stiff smile on his face.

"How do you say that? Who will be better than our baby? The president of the student council must be Xiao Guang." Mother Ye responded while looking at the report, but her expectations and confidence in Ye Guang sounded a little casual in her words.

"Ye Guang, Dad told you, Dad used to be a famous figure in the school, and he always got the first place in everything, so before doing anything, you must never let others' ambition destroy your prestige, understand? "As if the computer screen was Ye Guang's face, Father Ye frowned without raising his head, and reprimanded his son with "the courage of the past".

His hands were slowly clenched on his knees, and a bucket of ice water poured over his excitement, Ye Guang opened his mouth again and again, listening to the sound of the keyboard, he felt that the surroundings seemed to be through a concave lens, and everything changed. out of shape.

What about compliments?Why not praise first?

It's strange, he has done so much, isn't it good enough?

What did you do so much for?

Steady, Ye Guang forced his smile away, and continued: "Because, because that classmate is really good, I'm not demeaning myself, or I say it's not necessarily because the two of us don't know each other... "

"Is that so, Hiroshi must work harder."

Mama Ye took a sip of Earl Gray tea and gave him a smile.

That smile looks a lot like video now.

But Ye Guang couldn't laugh anymore.

The whole dinner time was spent in the sound of the computer's coffee and the sound of the paper being turned over. Even his favorite fried rice noodles tasted like chewing on a rubber band.

"How long can you stay this time?"

"Oh, I'll be leaving later, there's a meeting in New York." Dad Ye looked at the clock.

"Wait a minute?" Ye Guang accidentally knocked over the soy sauce jar, and hurriedly straightened it up.

Then what are you doing back here?

Holding the half-eaten rice noodles in my hand, I felt my stomach was full but my heart was empty.

Staring at the man and woman across the dining table, Ye Guang felt strange.

The world is like a collapsing Tetris, booming.

The light in the room was dim, and it was past one o'clock in the morning. Ye Guang lay on the bed with his eyes wide open, wiping his face with his hands from time to time.

Suppressed sobs flowed through the room until the buzz of the phone vibrated.

"Hi." He suppressed his sobbing forcefully, but the nasal sound could not be faked.

Noisy voices came from the other side of the phone. Xu Qizhang said something in his deep voice, but was overshadowed by the loud music.

"...I can't hear what you're saying."

where is he?Why so noisy?Ye Guang sniffed and sat up.

The other side of the microphone seems to have walked into a certain room, blocking the interference of the music, and Xu Qizhang's worried voice clearly reached Ye Guang's ears: "What happened to the text message just now?"

"The faucet is crooked, and it can't be repaired."

This is even more inexplicable than a fraudulent text message, and it has been an hour since Xu Qizhang saw this text message.

"Xu Qizhang..."

His voice is vulnerable and aggressive, just like the time his "Rotterdam" was stolen - "What's wrong with you", such questions always make him vulnerable.

The sobbing that had been endured for a long time finally started again, the ending was shattered by the sound of crying, and the hand holding the phone kept shaking.

"Ye Guang? Ye Guang? What's the matter? Why are you crying?" Xu Qizhang's eager voice kept urging him to speak, but Ye Guang now covered his head with a quilt and was already crying.

"I don't know... how hard I'm going to work..." I cried so excitedly that words were blurred together.

Don't know how to work hard, don't know who to work hard for, what to work hard for, and what you can get?

I no longer know.

"Ye Guang, what are you talking about? Ye Guang...take a deep breath, hurry up."

An order came from the other end of the phone, which made him follow it involuntarily.

Take a deep breath, cry again, take a deep breath, and cry again.

Hearing that Ye Guang was still crying, Xu Qizhang was silent for a moment, then suddenly cleared his throat and sang.

"Cry in my arms if you want to cry, oh, it's like everything will never end, let each other feel less lonely..."

"...don't...don't sing strange songs..." Hearing Xu Qizhang's song, Ye Guang twitched, and finally spoke, which made Xu Qizhang heave a sigh of relief.

"Where are you, home?" The voice became softer.

"Hmm..." He began to hiccup, and Ye Guang rested his head on his knees.

"I will look for you."

"Hmm...huh?"

"I'm going to find you now, I'll call you later." After finishing speaking, he hung up the phone.

Come to him now?

Ye Guang stared at the phone blankly, his head was a little dizzy from crying.I don't know how long it took, but it didn't seem long, the sound of a locomotive coming from far to near and then turning off came from outside the house, and the phone rang.

Afraid of waking Maria up, Ye Guang tiptoed out of the house after changing his clothes.

Pushing open the iron gate, I saw a boy wearing a full-face helmet, black short T-shirt and ripped jeans, and riding a wild wolf car outside the gate.

Who is that?

Ye Guang rubbed his crying and swollen eyes, feeling like he was hallucinating.

The wild wolf man saw Ye Guang and opened his goggles. The dark circles under his big eyes were deep enough to make his heart skip two beats.Ye Guang was still in a state of disbelief until he caught the helmet thrown over him.

"boarding."

This ethereal voice is [-]% Xu Qizhang.

Just what's up with his outfit?What about the crooked faucet?Evolved into a handsome wild wolf?

There are too many mysteries, Ye Guang's thoughts are too confused, Xu Qizhang's voice is like a magic flute, making him involuntarily step on the back seat of the wolf, put a wristband on Xu Qizhang's waist, and lean his head on his back.

Feeling Xu Qizhang's body stiffen, he stepped on the start lever, and the wild wolf roared in the dark night, ten times faster than the crooked dragon's head, as if it wanted to carry him to another unknown world.

How much more could happen?He didn't want to think anymore.

Ye Guang closed his eyes, letting the wind howl in his ears.