Precipitous spring breeze blows drunk sober

Dong Xun turned around and walked away, with his head down, walking very fast, and accidentally bumped into a pedestrian walking towards him. His shoulder hurt from the collision, and that person probably choked on him too.

He apologized again and again, the female student who was bumped rubbed her forehead and looked up at him, swallowed the harsh words on her lips, hurriedly said that it was okay, and then left with a blushing face.

After such a delay, Xiang Bei grabbed his wrist.

"Run for what?"

Dong Xun's hand was grabbed by him, passers-by gave them strange looks.

"Let go." Dong Xun broke free from him, still walking forward.

He knew that he couldn't get rid of Xiang Bei, so he let him follow him to the door of his house.

Then Dongxun turned around and begged Xiang Bei: "Xiang Bei, what do you want me to say so you don't come to me?"

"Say what? What do you think?"

Xiangbei put his hand on the wall next to Dongxun's ear.

"I apologize for my refusal eight years ago, don't come to me again." Dong Xun took the key and prepared to open the door, with his back to Xiangbei, "Just say you can't find it at Mom, or you can say I'm dead gone."

Xiang Bei smiled coldly behind him.

He said, "Do you think I've been looking for you for so many years just to hear your apology?"

Stopping opening the door, Dong Xun turned and leaned against the door and asked him, "Then what do you want to hear?"

"You can tell me everything I want to hear?" Xiang Bei looked successful, Dong Xun didn't want to talk anymore, turned around and opened the door to enter the house.

His hand was on the doorknob, the door opened a crack, and he saw the corner of his mouth curled up out of the corner of his eye.

"I said, after you finish speaking, don't come again."

Xiang Bei smiled more and more complacently. He was playing with the lighter in his hand, and there was an abrupt clicking sound in the aisle.

He took a cigarette and lit it, took a puff, leaned over and exhaled forward along the back of Dong Xun's ear.Dong Xun caught off guard and took a big puff of second-hand smoke in, choked twice, and heard him say behind him:

"You said you hated me to death, and wished that I would die. I should have gone to prison eight years ago, so that you would not fail to go to school, and now you have fallen to this point."

Dong Xun froze in place, he couldn't even do such a simple action as turning his head, he pushed the door a crack and was pulled back to close it.

He didn't speak, and Xiang Bei urged him with more exaggerated words: "You said you hated my mother for picking you up, and hated me for making you live in such a bad way."

Dongxun's hand was already hanging down by his side and clenched into a fist, every word Xiang Bei was like a sharp knife piercing his heart.

At the age of six, Xiang Bei just smashed a piano, but at the age of 16, Xiang Bei almost screwed up his entire life.

When Dong Xun arrived, he saw Xiang Bei lying drunk in the back alley of the bar. He took off his clothes and covered him up, and asked the surrounding students to take him away from the scene.

Next to Xiang Bei lay a gangster whose head was broken with a beer bottle.

The gangster is not an ordinary gangster, he is the illegitimate son of a well-known entrepreneur. His friends called the police. Later, the entrepreneur was afraid that the matter would be exposed, so he went to clear the relationship with Xiang Rui, and Xiang Rui spent a lot of money to release Dong Xun on bail.

She took Dong Xun back home, and Xiang Bei woke up after being "drunk" for a few days, and just said sorry, Xiang Rui picked up a broom and slapped Xiang Bei hard.

The heaviest blow was blocked by Dongxun with his arm, gritted his teeth and reluctantly said: Mom, stop beating, my brother is not sensible.

Xiang Rui held Dong Xun and cried until midnight.Half a month later, she got a contract with an intermediary agency, saying that she would send Dongxun to study abroad.Dong Xun refused, and then quietly left home on a star-studded night with a few pieces of clothes he often wore.

The next day when Xiang Bei came back from school, he found Xiang Rui in the kitchen, watching her staring at a pot of soup with tears streaming down her face.

Xiang Bei asked her where Dong Xun had gone.

She said with blank eyes: Dong can't be found.

Then Xiangbei searched for Dongxun intermittently for eight years, and Xiang Rui's tears were all shed, and I said sorry for eight years, but there was no news from Dongxun.

Dong Xun finally turned around, and rarely looked directly into Xiang Bei's eyes.

"Xiang Bei, I hate you, I wish you would die, you should have gone to jail eight years ago." As he said, the image of Xiang Bei in front of him became more and more blurred, but he still didn't stop.

"I hate your mother for picking me up, I hate you for making me live in such a bad way, is it okay, Xiang Bei, is this enough?"

Hot tears dripped on the back of his hand, and Dong Xun realized that he was crying.

Xiang Bei hugged him, comforted him in his arms, patted his back, and kissed the skin behind his ears.

"Stop it!...Stop talking about Dongxun!"

Dong Xun pushed him away, turned around, opened the door and entered the house, and shut Xiang Bei out.He leaned against the door and slid down uncontrollably until he sat on the cold floor.

The soot that fell to the north landed on his shoe, he looked down and left Dongxun's home.

Dong Xun stayed at home for several days in a row. He had already resigned and completely lost all sources of income.

He ordered a noodle, and a text message of the bank card balance was sent to his mobile phone. He glanced at the six digits starting with 2, and threw the mobile phone to a corner of the sofa.It's a decent balance, he thought, and he can do nothing for at least the remaining seven days of the month.

For so many years, except for the first two years, his life was a little bit miserable. Later, he was actually able to get by, because of his academic qualifications, and he often encountered obstacles in finding a job. Fortunately, he met some good jobs and bosses. Apart from daily expenses, he had to save more than 30 yuan up.

He had a serious illness last year and had a cholecystectomy. Without medical insurance, he spent tens of thousands of dollars at his own expense.

Every day at home, he prayed that Xiang Bei would not run over again.The house in the west of the city hasn't been found yet, if he comes north two more times, he's afraid that he will really go home with him.

For eight years, he has actually persisted very hard.

It's not that he insists on liking Xiangbei, but he tells himself every day that he loves Xiangbei less and lives with dignity.

When ordering takeout, he forgot to note that it was less spicy, and he started to have stomach pains after eating a portion of noodles.After resting for half an hour, he rushed to make a cup of Weitai. After drinking the cloyingly sweet granule, he lay on the sofa and recalled when he had a stomach problem.

It seems that last year, I went to the hospital alone, my face was pale from the pain.

The emergency immediately arranged for him to be checked, and then sent to the inpatient department. The nurse asked him how to contact his family, and he shook his head.When he was admitted to the ward, the doctor wanted to issue a doctor's order and an operation notice, and asked again where his family members were.

He finally said, I have no family.

The doctor asked him how old he was, and he said, "When I am 25, the doctor can sign it by myself. I really have no family members."

After the operation, the anesthesia was gone, and he was very sleepy. Before the operation, the nurse he asked the nurse to find for him dutifully called him all the time.He was in a trance, and his eyes were full of images of being in that house when he was eight years old.

The nurse informed him that he could sleep. He closed his eyes and slept from dawn to dusk without anyone disturbing him. Later, he woke up with pain from the wound after the anesthesia had worn off.

During the hospitalization, he ate irregularly and did not keep up with his nutrition. He lost more than ten kilograms. After he was discharged from the hospital, he started working again and finally got chronic gastritis.

Weitai's medicine didn't work for a long time, so he took another painkiller, and fell asleep on the sofa not long after.

In the evening, the agent called him and said that there was a house in the west of the city, but it was a single apartment, only about 50 square meters, and asked him if he wanted it.

He thought about it and said yes.The agent asked him if he wanted to check the house first, but he said no, and then he got up and started to pack his luggage.

He didn't have much luggage, he just filled a suitcase, and he didn't plan to take other things away, and the things he could buy anywhere were not worth the effort to move from the east of the city to the west of the city.

Later, the agent called him and said that the house was gone again, or add a WeChat account and tell him as soon as there is a house.

He didn't have WeChat, so he politely declined.After hanging up the phone, he opened the suitcase again and put everything back in the same place.

Standing downstairs in Dongxun's house, Xiang Bei looked up, the dim street lights reflected in his eyes, he shook the cigarette ash, took a sharp puff, threw the remaining half on the ground and stamped it out with his feet.

The light in the window stayed on until eleven o'clock in the evening, and he stood downstairs until eleven o'clock, smoking a pack of cigarettes, and there were cigarette butts at his feet.

He went to drink some more wine, and when he came home, he found Xiang Rui was still wearing a cloak and sitting on the sofa waiting for him. When he turned on the light, he saw her eyebrows knit together.

"Why did you come back?" Xiang Rui already had gray hair on her sideburns, and she looked haggard from the torment of the illness. "I'm so old, I can't worry about it."

Xiang Bei was totally drunk, he sat on the sofa and put his arms around Xiang Rui's shoulders: "Mom, why are you still sitting here, go back to your room and rest."

Xiang Rui waved his hand away and backed away, still frowning.

She moved her lips and said, "Did you find Dongxun?"

"It's nothing, I don't know where he went, Mom, it's been so many years, don't look for it, if he—"

He actually wanted to say that if Dongxun was willing to come back, he might have come back a long time ago.But he saw the tears in the corner of Xiang Rui's eyes, and swallowed the second half of the sentence.

"Xiang Bei, I don't have much time...Today the doctor said I'm only a few days away... If you find Dong Xun, tell him that Mom has been waiting for him to come home, okay?"

Since falling ill, Xiang Rui's tears have become shallower and shallower.

Her continuous tears reminded Xiang Bei of Dong Xun's appearance a few days ago, which he had never seen before.

When I gritted my teeth and admitted that I was exposed to such a secret, even in such a panic, I still maintained my elder brother's demeanor, and only told him that it was none of your business.

Xiang Bei also hoped that it had nothing to do with him. If it had been earlier, he would have scolded him as a pervert and stayed away from him. However, at that time, he no longer knew what he was thinking, so Dong Xun admitted it openly. , but he was very annoying.

He said, "Mom, go to sleep.

"...I will find him and bring him back to you."

However, Xiang Rui still cried for a long time, and finally finished crying her tears in this life.

On Monday morning, Dong Xun made an interview for a technical position in Computer City. He woke up at seven, had a simple breakfast after packing, and left the house on time at eight.

He was turning around to lock the door when he was suddenly hugged from behind.

This embrace was too familiar, he said two words softly without any thought: "Let go."

Xiang Bei didn't let go of his hand this time, he buried his head in Dong Xun's neck and began to sob softly.

Feeling the warm liquid on the back of his neck, Dong Xun turned his head and frowned, "What's wrong?"

Xiang Bei hadn't heard him talk to him so gently for a long time, he shook his head and couldn't say a word.

Holding Dong Xun like this for an unknown amount of time, he finally wiped away his tears and let him go, saying, "Dong Xun, come home with me."

Dongxun heard him begging himself, and when he turned to look at him, he saw sadness in his eyes that he had never seen before.

No matter how many times, as long as Xiang Bei shows weakness to himself, he will never be able to resist.It's just that refusing Xiang Bei has become a compulsory homework for him. After a moment of silence, he said: "Xiang Bei, I told you, I won't go back."

He thought, depending on the situation, he still had to move.

Xiang Bei trembled his lips and tears fell, rolling into his slightly parted lips.

He said, "Mom is gone."

"Mom left? Where did you go?"

Dong Xun didn't even think about what Xiang Bei meant by leaving at this moment. He raised his hand and put it down again, hesitantly asked: "What are you talking about?"

"Dong Xun, Mom passed away, this morning..." Xiang Bei said.