I'm still doing fine

Since college, Liang Duanyuan has always felt that the winter vacation is really hasty, and the short and hasty time is not enough for him to save enough for next year's tuition, let alone leave time for socializing or relaxing.

But this year, in his senior year, he was an intern at Deng Xiqian's start-up company, busy with the feedback and maintenance of online products, and at the same time had to run back home every three days, taking time to supervise the wedding process of Liang Chengjun's second marriage, and he could smoke a cigarette When I took advantage of the time to spare, I still felt that the vacation was a bit too long.

After so many days of walking, I haven't waited for Yi Zhi to come back.

In the smoking window separated by the hotel, Liang Duanyuan took out her mobile phone and dialed a video for An Yichi.

The bell rang twice, and was quickly picked up. He didn't need to look at the screen to guess that Yi Chi must be walking on the riverside trail, waiting for him at a leisurely pace.

"I went back too late yesterday, so I didn't tell you. I've been so busy today, I'm finally free..." Liang Duanyuan paused for a moment, and found that this time the video was connected, but the screen was full of dead branches and trunks. The shadow of the green light is obviously the scene taken by the rear camera, so a voice reminded, "Change the camera, it is easy to hold."

"It's like that every day, so boring." Yi Zhi's voice sounded brisk, "Let me show you the scenery by the river today, as there are few people on the street."

"En." Liang Duanyuan silently dusted off the cigarette ash, "Look."

"Look, I told you that the water of the Yellow River in winter is very clear, right? There is no sediment." The camera shakes badly. When you stop and look again, it is the gravel bank followed by rolling water. Yi Zhi went down to the embankment, "I often came here to play when I was a child. When the water level is low, the sandy beach is exposed. You can build sand castles and dig trenches."

"Stay away." Liang Duanyuan said, "It's dangerous."

"Yeah." An Yichi took a few steps back obediently, probably sat down, and the world in the camera became stable, "You have worked hard recently, I saw my uncle on the morning news yesterday, and he started to be busy again , did the wedding matter also be entrusted to you?"

"Yes." Liang Duanyuan paused for a while, then suddenly asked, "What's wrong, you're not happy."

"I don't have it. It's like this every day. I get up, eat, take a walk, take a shower, and go to bed. I don't have to open—"

"Change the camera." Liang Duanyuan interrupted, although the voice sounded pleasant, but to his ears, it was always slightly different from the past, "Be obedient, easy to hold, if there is nothing wrong, let me see You take a look."

After a while of silence, the camera changed, and half of An Yichi's face was on the screen, "Don't believe me, look, isn't this really good, I really want to show you the scenery, I promised you."

"Take it a little farther away." Liang Duanyuan became more and more certain that something was going on from this angle that had never been seen before, "Yi Chi, you promised to tell me what happened, remember?"

There was no answer from the phone.

"Don't talk?" Liang Duanyuan pinched her cigarette, the camera was shaking as if she was about to hang up, "I'll buy the nearest flight, it will arrive at 3 o'clock in the evening, send me your home address, and I will find you."

"No!" An Yichi hurriedly said, closing his eyes and sighing. After a while, the camera zoomed out to show the whole picture. The corners of his eyes and eyes on the left side of his face were bruised, and the corners of his lips were also swollen, with broken skin wounds, " I, it's nothing serious, don't come here."

"Who hit it?" Liang Duanyuan held the still hot cigarette butt into her palm where he couldn't see it, and without waiting for his answer, she quickly deduced the answer, her voice was a few degrees colder, "An Jimin. "

"There was a little dispute." An Yichi smiled with the corners of his mouth pulled, "It's all skin trauma, it doesn't matter."

"Tell me." Liang Duanyuan ignored her, "I'll listen."

The beginning of the story is an accident, which is defined by An Yichi.

It all stems from the fact that An Jimin and An Yizhi are holding Huawei mobile phones with the same size, same color, and even similar borders.

Last night, Yi Chi came home from a walk and came in with a bag of cherries. Unable to stop his younger brother from acting like a baby, he casually put his phone on the shoe cabinet in the entrance and went to the kitchen to wash the cherries.

When he washed it, put it on a plate and brought it out, An Jimin, who came back late, was standing at the door with his mobile phone.

At first, when An Jimin pinched the screen to turn it on, and opened the lock screen without a password, he already knew that he had picked it up by mistake. He was about to put it down, but looking at the background of the WeChat chat window, he felt familiar .

He first thought that the picture of a girl with short brown hair kissing someone was an internet picture, just like what young people like, and it was used as a background for chatting.

But some kind of wonderful premonition made him not turn off the screen, just staring at it, frowning and thinking.

Suddenly looking up, I saw the side face of An Yi who came out with cherries and turned off the kitchen light, with short brown hair, a hooded sweater, and a stand-up collar...

Caught off guard, he found the answer.

"what is this?"

As if being drenched by cold water in a deep well that has never seen the light of day, An Yichi shuddered involuntarily when he heard the question and saw the content on the bright screen.

"……photo."

An Yichi never thought of coming out, he didn't have the courage, and he happened to be very self-aware, so his only wish when he returned home was to spend this month in peace, don't make An Jimin angry, and then have a good life , go back to school.

He gets up very early every day, goes to the morning market to buy vegetables, and helps his aunt at home when he comes back, making lunch together. After dinner at night, he goes out quietly and strolls along the riverside trail. Everything is as usual.

They did not interfere with the water of the river, so they lived in peace and harmony.

But carelessness, carelessness, just this time, a fierce typhoon blew up in the peaceful life.

An Jimin's face was ashen, and he walked towards the living room while holding his mobile phone. An Yichi didn't dare to move, but put the porcelain plate with cherries into his younger brother Yi Qian's hand, and drove him back to his room to play.

When he hesitated and walked into the beam of the huge crystal lamp in the living room, An Jimin had already flipped the chat records to the top, a series of intimate vocabulary and video invitation records swirled in front of his eyes, pushing his blood pressure soaring all the way.

Turning around, he grabbed the remote control on the table and threw it over.

The sharp-edged hard plastic shell scraped across the brow bone, smashed against the wall, and shattered into many grinning wreckage, with a loud noise.

An Yichi stretched out his hand to touch it, and immediately a stinging red mark swelled up on his brow, which probably broke his mouth, "Can you give me back the phone, Dad."

"I'm not your father! Don't embarrass yourself here!" An Jimin turned around this time, and it was the mobile phone that was thrown at him. The mobile phone without a protective case hit the load-bearing pillar with a bang, and then fell to the ground, but it was not broken.

"What's the matter?" Shang Xiaoyun came out after listening to the movement, and saw the long scratches on the face of An Yichi who was squatting down to pick up his phone, "Oh, you can't hit your face when you are angry during the Chinese New Year. ,what happened?"

"Let me ask you, who is that in the photo?" An Jimin rushed over, pulled Shang Xiaoyun away, and wanted to grab the phone, but An Yichi dodged it.

Snapped--

This time, he didn't smash anything again, and it was An Jimin who slapped An Yichi hard on the face.

It's a lot of force, at least Shang Xiaoyun has never seen it before. A slap can break half of the corner of her mouth. She flinched a bit. She took a few steps closer and grabbed An Jimin's arm, "Speak up, don't do it, Yi Not long after being discharged from the hospital, I can't stand your beating like this."

"Hospitalized!" An Jimin threw it away violently, blushing really angry, feeling a little dizzy for a while, "If it's not cured, then go back for treatment, I still have the money!"

"I'm asking you, who is that? Where were you a year ago?"

"Friend." An Yichi finally said a word, twitched the corners of his mouth, and lowered his head, "I was in the hospital a year ago."

Even though Shang Xiaoyun was separated, An Jimin became excited, and another slap was firmly slapped on An Yichi's face. The left side of his cheek, the corner of his cut mouth was swollen and painful.

"Again, where was it a year ago?"

"Hospital."

The same culture was repeated three times, and An Yizhi was slapped on the left cheek three more times, "I'm really in the hospital."

He thought he would cry, after all, he grew up so big, no matter how harsh An Jimin was,

Following the principle of beating people without slapping people in the face, this kind of insulting beating is really the first time in more than ten years.

Unexpectedly, An Yichi raised his head, but not a single tear fell. He rubbed the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand. He sniffed, and a drop of ink-like blood fell on the white tiles, followed by the second and third drops. , gathered together, a small piece of dazzling flowers bloomed.

Behind Yi Chi, in the huge glass fish tank in the porch, the Arowana with empty eyes swam past silently again.

"Wipe, hurry up!" Shang Xiaoyun ran to pull a tissue and stuffed it in the easy-to-hold person, and repeatedly pressed An Jimin's hand that was about to move, "Are you going to kill him? He is your own son. What's the matter? yes?"

"Look what's wrong!" An Jimin finally snatched the phone with brute force, after all he was worried about Shang Xiaoyun, so he didn't use his strength to smash it.

Shang Xiaoyun looked at it with her mobile phone, and was silent for a long while. She turned the chat history to the end and then to the bottom. She really didn’t dare to go against her conscience and said that the person with clear bones in the photo might be a woman. Stuffed it into the pocket of An Yizhi's sweater, "Anyway, calm down first, and talk about it."

"Where have you been during the Chinese New Year?" An Jimin walked to the sofa in the living room, and asked after a few minutes of long silence.

"...A friend's house." An Yichi was protected by Shang Xiaoyun, his nosebleeds soaked the layers of paper, he stood on the opposite side of the sofa, thinking, and lied, "I haven't packed up the hospital things, just in He stayed at home for a few days."

"What dishonest friend?!" An Jimin was so angry that he couldn't sit still, "The two men, what disgusting things did they do, and they went to other people's homes? You go in, you've completely lost my face!"

An Yichi didn't say anything, and looked at An Jimin's foam splashing under the light, as if the pain on his face didn't hurt himself.

"Admit your mistake, admit your mistake first." Shang Xiaoyun turned around, poked his arm, and lowered his voice, "I'll talk about it after your father is angry, okay, admit your mistake first, it hurts to be beaten." still you."

This sentence, like a needle, suddenly pierced An Yichi's indifference that he had pretended for a long time to stay out of the matter. At that moment, grievance, pain, humiliation, sadness... Mixed emotions surged up one after another, and they stuck in his throat. An Yichi wanted to cry.

"I didn't, why should I admit my mistake?" The first time I cried, the turbulent sadness that was blocked behind rushed out first, and the uncontrollable tears washed over the hot cheeks, the stinging corners of the mouth, and the eye-catching eyes. The dizzy and indistinct white light, "I did nothing wrong, Dad, I went to school for a year and a half, you came to Shuosang on business, and you are in the development zone next door, but you never came to see me, I was hospitalized for a whole day Years ago, you thought I was ashamed, confiscated my mobile phone through the hospital, and didn't even ask me once..."

"I was locked up in the hospital because he was afraid that I would not eat, so he brought fruit snacks. He was afraid that the ward would be too cold and bought winter quilts. It was because he was afraid that I would not cooperate and threatened me with his own body. It was also him. I ran around to pay the medical bills, and I even found a teacher from the psychology department of the school, and with my own salary, I made an appointment for the best psychological consultation... Twenty thousand is not enough, dad, what is he trying to do, what do I have?"

"Even you despise me, what can I give him?"

"Why do you never ask, aren't you, my own father?"

"I have never hurt others, I have never done bad things, I am so obedient, but why do I have to go through this?"

"I don't want to go to other people's house to study, I don't want to change schools all the time, and I don't want to be bullied by my classmates... Why do people who live a good life want to die, dad, why don't you ask me if it hurts? Why?"

"I really hurt..." An Yichi's sobs made the words hard to hear, "I'm in so much pain that I want to die, but you don't want me, what about men and women? No one wants me." At that time, only, only he remembered me."

"You, all of you," An Yichi pointed to An Jimin on the sofa, and Shang Xiaoyun who was a few steps in front of him, "Why did I make a mistake, where did I go wrong, and who do I confess to?"

Silence spread in the air. In the huge living room, only An Yizhi was left standing still, unable to stand still.

The intermittent sobbing that came down.

Shang Xiaoyun was stunned. For ten years, she had seen An Yichi who was always smiling and gentle, Yi Chi who was a bit silly with a low smile, Yi Chi who was obedient and never refuted, and occasionally stubborn and angry. An Yichi who locked herself in the house and refused to communicate... But she had never seen An Yichi who was so straightforward and complained about her grievances.

When those grievances that can be understood after careful consideration are hidden behind others, she can deceive herself, thinking, maybe it is a little unfair, but if the child doesn't say anything, it is probably bearable.

But when these obvious grievances were exposed in front of others, she could no longer hide her ears. She walked towards An Yichi with her arms open, her lips squirmed, and she probably wanted to say something.

But before he could say anything, there was a loud noise behind his ears, An Jimin picked up the heavy glass ashtray from the corner of the coffee table, and threw it at the unsuspecting An Yichi.