A single tree does not make a forest

Song Wanqin touched his head, shaking his head slightly but resolutely: "I don't regret it. But I'm always unwilling to lose, even if I know it's necessary...Mom just needs a little time to digest."

Lin Song called out in a low voice: "Mom..."

"Break it when it's done." Song Wanqin said, "Things that can't be forced to happen are things that can't be forced to come."

After half a month of make-up classes without a break, the summer vacation officially came, and school started early in mid-August, and the holidays were full and full, exactly 30 days.

Song Beiqi was afraid that he would run into Zheng Huan again when he went to a fast food restaurant in the county, so he found a part-time job in a nearby restaurant, and helped a bookstore write posters by the way.

I don't really care about anything, I just find it troublesome.

The family matter has not been resolved yet, and Lin Song is still living with him, but since the last "sneak in", the two tacitly never mentioned the matter of feelings or not, and everything is still stable.

On this day, Song Beiqi ushered in a one-day-a-week holiday. When he went home, he brought a few cans of beer, saying that it was a welfare distributed to the employees in the store.

But neither of them actually drink alcohol.

Lin Song always felt strange, wondering why Song and Beiqi had to work so hard to save money when they had money to use.

After taking a shower at night, he looked at the wine lying beside him and didn't know what to do with it. He remembered this matter again, so he asked him.

Song Beiqi didn't laugh this time, but replied very seriously: "It's just that I'm used to it. I've suffered from not having any money. I'm afraid that something will happen one day. I always have to see something locked in my hand to feel safe."

"But isn't your mother quite rich?" Lin Song was astonished, usually he couldn't tell that Song Beiqi valued money at all.

He was sitting on the bed, and Song Beiqi was sitting on the chair in front of the desk, which was actually within reach.

Song Beiqi turned the chair to face him, handed him the clean towel hanging on the cabinet next to him, motioned him to wipe his wet hair, and replied: "It's her money, not mine. And she actually...she She only has the right to spend money, and those who don’t have money to save, I can only save her a way out.”

Lin Song blinked, looked at him, and thought about how to live for the first time at such an age: "Tell me, should I also think about it... After my family's affairs are settled, I will Mom actually..."

Song Beiqi thought for a while and said, "Are you worried about life?"

Lin Song nodded.

Song Beiqi pursed his lips and looked at him, the light in his eyes couldn't be hidden: "There is a way."

"any solution?"

Song Beiqi leaned into his ear and said softly, "I'll support you."

He intended to tease him, but in fact, he was telling the truth. We are all boys, and hearing such words would definitely make us lose our self-esteem. Song Beiqi waited for him to blow his hair.

Lin Song was stunned as if his whole body had been electrified, and the hand wiping his hair stopped in mid-air without embarrassment. After a while, he smiled unnaturally: "It's not in vain that Dad has worked so hard to raise you to such an age. You know how filial you are."

Song Beiqi's eyes lit up. Seeing him like this, he didn't even want to step down the steps he set for himself: "You know what I said is true."

It was summer, the fan was squeaking, sweat was starting to form on his forehead, and it seemed that he hadn't washed it just after taking a shower. Lin Song suddenly said seriously: "Don't say such things in the future."

His tone was severe, and Song Beiqi's eyes darkened for a moment. Lin Song continued, "Do you want me to be a worthless person?"

Song Beiqi pursed his lips, knowing that he had just said something.He wouldn't be so rash at ordinary times, but he couldn't hold back anymore after his heart showed.

"Shouldn't you be a man?" Lin Song licked his lips, "Shouldn't we work together?"

Song Beiqi looked at him even more shocked and remained motionless.

"Don't look at me like this." Lin Song was annoyed, "It's all old men, don't be so tired and crooked."

"What do you mean?" Song Beiqi asked.

"I mean," Lin Song stood up and took a step forward in front of him. He bent down and approached Song Beiqi, and felt the other party hold his breath, and then slightly raised the corners of his mouth, "I mean, go to sleep." !"

He stretched out his hand to hang the towel back on the hook behind Song Beiqi's head, and he regained his composure, but when he sat back on the bed, he realized that his heartbeat seemed to be out of order.

Song Beiqi pursed his lips and looked at him again.

Lin Song felt that he couldn't bear Song Beiqi's expression, and he looked very forbearing, as if ignoring him was just to let him down.

After a while, he suddenly took a bottle of wine thrown on the table, opened it, and asked, "Drink?"

Song Beiqi shook his head.

Lin Song took a sip by himself and looked at him: "Song Beiqi, how did grandma leave? What happened after your family left Luohua?"

Song Beiqi stared at him for a while, and found that he was asking seriously, so he shook his head: "I don't want to say."

"Oh." Lin Song said, a little disappointed.

"I'm afraid you'll feel bad if I tell you." Song Beiqi said without changing his face, "What if you feel sorry for me and feel that I lack love, what should you do if you impulsively agree to my pursuit? Unfortunately, the relationship doesn't last long."

Lin Song: "...Your uncle Song Beiqi."

Song Beiqi laughed twice: "I'm just kidding. The first two years of moving to the provincial capital were pretty easy. There was no shortage of money or anything. Of course, only you were missing."

When he said this, he glanced at Lin Song with a half-smile, then closed his eyes and stared at the wine on the table, and said: "In the first year of junior high school, my father went to jail, and my mother went out to work as a wine girl in order to make a living. , the house was sold, I transferred from a private school to a junior high school in an urban-rural fringe area, and lived with my grandmother."

Lin Song was shocked to think of the "re-education through labor" and "□□" heard from his aunt. It was really rare. The gossip in the streets and alleys was almost the same as the actual situation this time.

Song Beiqi looked at him, reached out and took a can of wine, and explained: "My mother's hometown is in the provincial capital, and my grandmother will be left there after marrying."

Lin Song Mumu nodded, and Song Beiqi opened the can of wine and took a big gulp, then said, "Grandma is not in good health, but we have no money, and she doesn't want to go to the hospital. Usually, she and I are... dependent on each other. I Mom stays away from home for two or three days, and I have an appointment with her for the final exam in the second semester of the second year of junior high school. She will take care of grandma so that I can prepare for the exam with peace of mind."

There was a sudden click, which interrupted Song Beiqi's words. Lin Song looked down, but he didn't pay attention, and crushed the bottomed soda can.

Song Beiqi chuckled: "Why are you nervous, I won't eat you."

Lin Songbai glanced at him, snatched the wine in his hand, and took a big gulp. Song Beiqi looked at him helplessly, and opened another bottle himself.

"Where did you talk about? Oh, the final exam." Song Beiqi asked himself and nodded, "It was okay the first two days, she was really at home, and when I went home on the third day of the exam, no one called grandma or mother." For me, I thought they were out for a walk, but I went into the living room and saw grandma lying on the floor."

Song Beiqi's expression was very flat: "She was still awake at that time, but she couldn't move. I was terrified and hurried to help her, but I was too anxious at the time, and my strength was not as strong as it is now. Grandma is a bit fat, so I couldn't hug her anyway. I couldn't get her up, and then I put her down and went to the phone, trying to call an ambulance."

When he stopped here, Lin Song couldn't help asking: "And then?"

"Then, then I found out that the phone was broken. The phone had been broken for a few days. I asked my mother to find someone to fix it. Maybe she forgot." Song Beiqi raised the corners of his mouth lightly, "The phone can't get through, I went to hug my grandma again, and managed to move her to the door, but I had no strength, and we fell to the ground together. I got up and cried, and many people gathered around me. I knelt on the ground and begged them to help me Send grandma to the hospital, or call the emergency for me, but they all stand and ignore me."

Song Beiqi turned the can in his hand: "We were renting a house at the time, but the neighbors around soon found out that I am the son of a reform-through-labor prisoner and a drinking girl. I usually have a bad temper and never smile. They liked to ignore me, so none of them came to help me. They just surrounded there and watched, and then I ran to the entrance of the village, arrested a passerby, and begged him to call 120 for me."

"It's too late." He shook his head, "Ischemic stroke, missed the best time for rescue."

Lin Song was furious, his eyes were red and he couldn't speak, and he asked after a while: "But, as a neighbor, how could..."

Song Beiqi glanced at him and curled his lips together: "There are so many such things, you just haven't encountered them before."

It seemed that it was already late at night, and all the surrounding lights had been extinguished from the window, except for the one next to the two of them, which echoed the moonlight.

"That night the moon was as bright as it is now. I sat on the ground at the entrance of the hospital and waited for my mother. She didn't come until the middle of the night." Song Beiqi pointed to the moon outside, and Lin Song grabbed his hand. Finger, Song Beiqi raised his eyebrows and looked at him.

Probably because he drank too much alcohol, Lin Song's ears and cheeks were suspiciously red, he hiccupped, and his voice was still clear: "Don't point at the moon, your ears will be cut off."

"Oh, good." Song Beiqi replied obediently, and wanted to withdraw his hand, but was held tightly by Lin Song. He said in surprise, "Look, if I say I won't tell you, you will definitely feel distressed. Come and offer yourselves.”

"Are you drunk, Song Beiqi?" Lin Song said, "You don't usually talk like this."

Song Beiqi smiled: "No way, when you meet someone you like, you can't help but say strange things."

When Lin Song heard the word "like", his heart moved, he let go of his hand, and asked, "Uncle, why?"

"Drug taking and drug trafficking." Song Beiqi answered bluntly.

Lin Song was dumbfounded, and suddenly remembered that he asked Song Beiqi what he was doing with the money, and Song Beiqi said that he would not take drugs for anything.

The two of them were relatively speechless, and the originally sad atmosphere changed when they looked at each other. The sticky air brought some kind of heat that didn't belong to summer, which made people feel a little dizzy.

While Song Beiqi was thinking about what to do next, Lin Song suddenly realized something, broke the ambiguous silence, and asked, "That's why you laugh when you see everyone now? That's why your mother said that you used to talk to people Having trouble communicating?"

Song Beiqi didn't answer, just drank the wine in his hand silently, Lin Song said eagerly again: "Don't blame yourself anymore."

Song Beiqi, who had finished speaking calmly, gritted his teeth suddenly when he heard these words, clearly trying to suppress his expression.

Lin Song's heart skipped a beat, and he realized that he had grasped the key again.