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Yang Siyuan recently discovered that something was wrong with Chen Limei.

She is a civil servant, and her job is very easy, but recently she often comes in and out, and often calls, as busy as her desperate husband.

When Yang Siyuan came home at night and saw her still on the phone, he would suddenly think, could she be preparing for a divorce?

From the beginning of high school, whenever the parents asked the students to sit in, the students must have heard that no matter how stiff the couple was, they must survive the college entrance examination for a few days before going to the court to fight.

He has indeed seen parents who did not divorce in order not to affect their children's college entrance examination, but it seems that since a certain class meeting, he didn't feel much when he heard this rhetoric again.

It's not that he feels that this is something far away from him, but that...his parents won't persist in passing the college entrance examination for him.

These days, whenever he lay on the bed tossing and turning, he thought of this thought, like Ling Chi again and again.

Half of the pain in his heart came from the fact that this idea itself might become a reality, and the other half came from the fact that he found himself so distrustful and ruthless towards his parents.

Yang Siyuan, who was tormented by restlessness, fear, and self-loathing, even had nightmares during the few hours of sleep, and woke up the next day as if he was surviving a flight and was terrified.

He clearly felt that the string was reaching its limit, and the fog was about to clear away.

It's just that he didn't expect that it would be December 23rd - his birthday.

"Happy birthday, Grandpa!!!" He was suffering from insomnia and received a text message from Qin Ziliang at midnight that day. The simple blessings from afar did not make him feel cheap.

Anyway, he couldn't sleep, so he simply chatted with Qin Ziliang.

"Thank you! It's not easy for Xiao Sa, who is in the thousands of flowers, to still think of me. I'm touched and moved."

"There are tens of thousands of flowers in one thing, I'll focus on it, okay!"

The screen was a bit dazzling, Yang Siyuan sat up and leaned against the wall, and turned on the flashlight.

He smiled and joked, "Which little cutie is Zhuanzhu?"

It took a few minutes to reply: "A little girl who learns Korean, hehehe, she looks so pretty!"

Just a few words, what was he doing during the pause for a few minutes?Did it delete, delete, delete, and finally delete the word "Fan Li"?

For a moment, Yang Siyuan didn't know what to think. He hoped that Qin Ziliang could really start again like this, but he also hoped that his feelings of coming and going as soon as they were called would stay for Fan Li for a while.

In the end, he still kept silent about the word Fan Li, and replied, "I'm optimistic about you."

Qin Ziliang returned his expression, and then urged him to sleep.

But even so, Yang Siyuan didn't sleep well. He dreamed that he was tied to a lone boat, wandering in a barren sea of ​​blood.When I woke up, I still felt a hopeless suffocation, and it took a while to return to normal, but the dream was still lingering in my mind.

A day of study was exhausting, especially after he learned that the milk tea shop closed early, he started to study for the fourth quarter, and the extra class for no reason put his fragile nerves on the verge of bursting.

As long as the classmates in the class are not the ones who have a very good relationship, they will not care about the so-called birthday, and Yang Siyuan, who is submerged in the sea of ​​questions, even forgot about it himself.

During the last recess, he was so tired that he couldn't hold on anymore, lying on the table with his head resting on his arms in a daze.In the past, when he was tired, he usually squinted for a while after class, but it may be because of too much insomnia recently, he often feels flustered and can't take a nap.

He was in the corner of the classroom, and he could see the whole classroom by tilting his head.

There is a girl who is eating canned meat and is a boarding student.

The canned food looked like it was made by myself at home. The meat was packed in a canned fruit bottle that was still packaged, and it looked like sauced meat.

Yang Siyuan just stared blankly at her mouth full of greasy food, which made him feel a sense of satisfaction.

In contentment lies emptiness.

He heard her say it was made by grandma.

He has never eaten anything made by grandma.

The embarrassing family relationship prevented him from having a childhood like others - a childhood touched by the rough but loving hands of his grandparents.

People always inadvertently touch the shortcomings that are naturally ignored by themselves.

In a trance, it seemed that suddenly a pair of hands came over and rubbed his head gently.

"Are you so tired?" It was Dong's incomprehensible voice.

Unlike before, this voice sounded a little gentle.

Yang Siyuan raised his head, blinked, and replied with vigor: "I haven't slept well recently."

As if expected, Dong Bubu nodded and said, "Just focus on your own business, we can't care too much about other things, right, so don't get too angry."

Yang Siyuan's mind was in chaos at first, but Dong didn't understand the words and was vague, which made him a little confused. Fortunately, Dong didn't understand the scriptures and didn't recite the scriptures. He asked a few words about his living habits and left.

On the fourth day of the evening, while writing the words that didn't bother him, he chewed on the sentence that he didn't quite understand just now, and then he thought of Dong Bubu's sudden greeting...

He always felt that Dong didn't know if he knew something.

After school, when I left the school gate, I habitually glanced to the left, and it was pitch black.I didn't have much hope at first, it's so cold in winter, why do other milk tea shops guard these poor high school students.

But in the end it's still a little bit lost.

When the wind blows on a winter night, it hurts people's faces. When Yang Siyuan returned home, his whole face was numb.

Fortunately, when the door was opened, the heat came blowing in.

"I'm back, happy birthday, son!" There were also warm blessings rushing to my face.

"Ah. Thank you, Mom." Yang Siyuan rubbed his face and smiled.

He was actually a little surprised because he hadn't celebrated his birthday for many years.

It seems strange that teenagers don't have birthdays, but there is no such tradition in his family.

Chen Limei probably just got out of the shower, she was wearing pajamas, with a towel wrapped around her head, and she called Yang Siyuan to the dining table: "Come, come, it's too late and it's too late to make things too complicated, and you don't like sweets , Mom bought you a smaller cake, come and eat it!"

On the dining table was a small round cake, about the size of a child, with a layer of chocolate on it, a white chocolate plate with his name written on it, and a lot of thin candles.

Yang Siyuan was amused by the miniature cake, put down his schoolbag and leaned over, picked up the white chocolate plate: "I'll eat this first."

"What to eat, first make a wish and blow out the candles!" Chen Limei urged.

Yang Siyuan chewed his name silently, the name his parents gave him.

It's his birthday, but his dad hasn't come back, or even brought him a present.As expected, he never thought that Yang Jianxin would remember his birthday.

Chen Limei suddenly ran to turn off the lights, leaving only a few candles in front of Yang Siyuan.

When Chen Limei walked back, the air flow brought up made the flame flicker, and it seemed that it was almost extinguished, but luckily it lasted.

But they are always going to be blown out.

With the aftertaste of chocolate still in his mouth, Yang Siyuan stared at the desperately burning candle in a daze.

"Make a wish." Chen Limei urged again.

Yang Siyuan turned his head to look at her, under the dim candlelight, the grooves of the years on her face were deeply drawn.

She is not as young as Fan Li's mother, nor is she as beautiful.

Are these traces erasing Yang Jianxin's feelings for her?

Yang Siyuan stared into her eyes, then clasped his hands together, closed his eyes, and made a wish.

God, I'm a little greedy.

I want everyone I love to be happy.

With heavy eyelids, Yang Siyuan felt that he had triple eyelids from exhaustion.

The moment the candle was blown out, Chen Limei applauded and turned on the light.

"Eat quickly, don't eat too much, you won't be able to sleep if you eat too much of this stuff. Eat a little, and eat it tomorrow, it won't break anyway."

Yang Siyuan nodded and cut a small piece.Because birthdays are not celebrated all year round, he doesn't even know how to cut cakes.

The cake is not very sweet, but delicious.

Chen Limei didn't say anything else, she asked if it was good, then she cut a piece and ate it herself.

Yang Siyuan has forgotten how he celebrated his birthday in the past, but at least it will not be so silent.

The smoke from the candle dissipated quickly, as if it had never been burned.

"Xiaoyuan, Mom has something to tell you." Chen Limei said suddenly.

Yang Siyuan's heartbeat stopped for a second.Is it finally time to confess?

However, he heard Chen Limei say: "Mom wants you to live in the school. I asked your class teacher, and he said that there will be a sprint class in the second half of the year, and you are on that list. That's right, the sprint class ends at [-] o'clock." , it’s inconvenient for commuting students, isn’t it? Besides, you are both boarding students, and the two of us will definitely have a better learning effect if you live together... The school has already discussed it, and we can move there this month, so you can Get used to it first, it looks good to you, right?"

She probably wanted to try her best to persuade Yang Siyuan, her tone of voice was a bit earnest.

Yang Siyuan really did not expect this kind of thing to happen, you must know that he has never lived in a dormitory, and he never thought that he would become a dormitory student in his last year of high school.After reacting for a while, he remembered that Dong Bubu had asked him about his living habits.

It turns out that the teachers and parents have also reached a consensus, and the school has already made arrangements.So does my opinion matter?

He wanted to laugh a little, but finally nodded: "Yeah."

He had no choice at all.

Chen Limei was very satisfied, and told him that he could move there next Monday, and talked a lot about the so-called sprint class.

There is a separate study room, which provides double the amount of study materials. There is a computer to check the materials. The dormitory is an empty office in the teaching building...

It sounds really tempting, and no parent would refuse.

Chen Limei talked for a long time, and didn't stop until Yang Siyuan's cake was almost finished. She urged him to go to sleep and cleared the table.

Yang Siyuan didn't move, and suddenly called out: "Mom."

Chen Limei stopped moving and looked up at him.

"There is nothing to hide between us." Yang Siyuan said after a pause.

The smile on Chen Limei's face gradually faded, but Yang Siyuan didn't care, it was quite normal.

"You should divorce my father."

Yang Siyuan felt that his throat was a little dry, and it was a bit difficult to say these words.

The light in the living room was very bright, so bright that the two of them couldn't hide, and so bright that Yang Siyuan's memory was a bit dazzling.

Chen Limei didn't get angry, but suddenly turned cold and said something.

What did you say?Yang Siyuan didn't remember.

He only remembered that it represented acquiescence, and it was the finalization of his long-standing idea that "parents will not choose to persist for me".I still remember that she went back to the bedroom after packing up and didn't stay.

I really can spoil the atmosphere, more than once.he thinks.

In the middle of the night, people are always dominated by melancholy, but for Yang Siyuan, there are more other things.

He thought he'd at least relax a little bit when he said it, but now it seemed the opposite was the case.

It turned out that they had really completed the divorce procedures.

It turned out that they were really unwilling to hold on for themselves.

It turned out that I was really so ruthless and selfish.

The minds of young people are always like tides, rising and falling, turbulent, profound, unforgettable...and fueling some impulsive behaviors.

Yang Siyuan has not been impulsive for a long time.

He obviously couldn't see anything in the dark night, and he was still in a daze with his eyes open.

He suddenly wanted to be blessed, wanted to be blessed.

He turned on his phone and sent a message.

"Today is my birthday."

It was almost twelve o'clock, he looked at the time and thought that the man had probably fallen asleep.

But there was a quick reply.

"Happy birthday. Bar mitzvah?"

He was startled, and calculated according to his first year of age, as if he really came of age this year.

A strange feeling of sadness and emotion suddenly filled his heart. He slowly clenched his hand holding the phone and clenched his teeth tightly... This is a natural act of patience when people want to cry.

"I want to see you." The inexplicable loneliness and longing suddenly hit like a mountain, and Yang Siyuan's fingers were trembling when he uttered these four words.

"...It's so late, I'm afraid it won't work."

Can't it?

No, yes, definitely yes...

I don't want to sleep anymore, I don't want to worry about whether my parents let me go out, I don't want to worry about whether I will be sleepy tomorrow... I just want to see you.

I just want to see you.

This thought was surprisingly strong, he just felt that he had never wanted to do something so strongly, all the blood in his body seemed to be rushing for this thought, forcing him to take action.

"Will I bother you if I go to find you?" He tried to restrain himself and asked.

"No." Li Yu'an didn't persuade her any more, and replied.

Is this a tacit understanding?He can understand his heart instantly.

Yang Siyuan threw down his mobile phone, jumped out of bed and changed into his school uniform, not even noticing how thin he was wearing, then picked up his schoolbag and ran to the living room as lightly as possible.

He looked in the direction of Chen Limei's bedroom, took a deep breath, and slowly opened the lock...

The street lights were still on, and there was no one on the street.

Yang Siyuan ran wildly on the road like a death row prisoner who escaped from prison.

The coat was blown in by the cold wind, and the nose and mouth were also icy cold, and the white air brought by the panting condensed and dispersed in front of his eyes.

He felt relieved, and even wanted to yell out.

The road under my feet is receding, and the scenery on both sides is changing.

He ran from the asphalt road to the gravel road, from the commercial street to the small alley, from the lights to the dark night.

He seemed to have run halfway across the world, and when he stopped in front of that iron gate, he was in a daze.

He was afraid it was a dream.

He raised his hand, panting, hesitating, and when he was about to knock down, the iron door was opened by the person inside.

Li Yu'an seemed to be shocked by his appearance, and was stunned for two seconds: "You're here..."

Not a dream.

Li Yuan was in front of him, and Li Yuan was talking.

The sourness came back to occupy Yang Siyuan's heart, and also occupied his eye sockets by the way.

Suddenly, he dropped his schoolbag and hugged Li Yuan.

The person in his arms obviously froze, but soon relaxed, and put his hands on his back.

"Your hands are so cold." He said with his head buried.

"..." The phrase "Can you feel it through the clothes?" was on the lips, but Li Yuan couldn't say it.He was about to put his hands down.

"Don't, don't let go, don't let go." The person who was hugging tightly murmured.

So he put his hand back again, hugging him like Yang Siyuan, tightly.