【Asongichi Kara】Grow up

12

Kong Song sat in front of the dining table, rubbing the fabric of his jeans on his thigh, a little nervous.

Directly opposite him was a bedroom with a half-closed door, and there was the sound of rummaging through boxes and cabinets.Finally, after enough time had passed to drink several cups of tea, he easily opened the door and walked out.

He wiped the sweat off his forehead, sat down next to Kongsong, grabbed the teacup that Kongsong had just filled and drank it in one gulp, and let out a long and hearty "Ha--!".

Kong Song couldn't stop blinking, sitting upright and staring at the two suitcases that were easily dragged to the living room.I didn't clean it myself, I didn't even know that I had lived here for so long, but there was only such a little thing.

"Is it really decided?"

Putting down his teacup, he rubbed his neck and shoulders easily and turned his head to ask,

"You don't need my help next?"

Kong Song hurriedly shook his head.

"It's already very troublesome behavior like this. If you suddenly say that you want to move out, you have helped me to this point, so don't say such things."

"But what about the money? You need some, right? The money you saved from work is yours, why leave it all to me?"

"Because I still don't feel at ease..." Kong Song stared at the ground and replied embarrassedly, "I have to leave suddenly, what should I do for dinner, and when you are sick, you will habitually work without asking for leave. No one reminds you Continue to ignore this problem, and don’t you still have rent, what should you do with the rent, if you suddenly have to bear all the rent alone..."

Take a breath of relief.

"Whispering!" He frowned, even he himself did not expect that he, the one who was left behind, was the first to make such an impatient speech.But the words had already been said anyway, so he simply stood up easily, and slapped the back of Kong Song who was looking up at him blankly,

"You, go out and start a new life for me. How can you be so weak?"

Two full boxes were easily pushed in front of Kongsong, they looked at each other, and the eyes of Kongsong gradually began to flicker, and he was about to lower his head and wipe his eyes with his sleeves He has seen the expression on his face countless times in the past year or so, and he understood it, and smiled at Kongsong.

"Thank you for taking care of me these days."

That's how Kong Song took all his luggage and left the apartment where he and Qing Qing once lived together.Rather than being independent from home, it's more like being kicked out by his younger brother who naturally accepted Kong Song's request without listening to his explanation.Kong Song didn't even have a chance to talk about why he left and where he was going after he left.The only thing he could do was to leave behind the passbook whose numbers were not even pretty, and take the taxi that was easily called for help.

"Should we turn at the intersection ahead?" The driver asked looking in the rearview mirror. Kong Song poked his head out of the window. In such a fine weather, the trees on both sides of the road are still full of green. I really want to close my eyes and sleep in the breeze.They drove past rows of adjacent white houses in this way, and finally, guided by Kong Song, stopped under one of the old apartment buildings near the intersection of traffic lights.There are two streets away from the supermarket, and the nearest laundry and bakery have to go through several traffic lights to get there. Standing in the open space in front of the door, the only neon sign that can be seen with the naked eye is a small one in front of the station. barber shop.When going upstairs, you will notice a few garbage bags that have not been collected in time to block the stairs.Maybe it was because he was in a hurry because he just moved in, or maybe he missed the date of garbage collection because of the hard work of leaving early and returning late. Sorasong thought, maybe the people living here are all newbies who are as unprepared for independent life as he is.

The so-called challenge of just starting to learn to adapt to society is not only for yourself, but also for another guy.The only good news is that they are not facing all the difficulties alone.

Kong Song dragged the box and climbed up to the third floor sweating profusely.In front of him was Yisong who was squatting in the aisle in slippers and fiddled with corrugated boxes.Yi Song turned his head and saw Kong Song with his hands on his hips smiling.

"I'm back." The other party greeted him with a happy tone.

Yisong put his hands back into his trouser pockets and stood up. When he stood up, he happened to meet a truck passing by the intersection in front of the apartment, followed by roaring engines and harsh horns. .He frowned, walked silently to Kong Song's side, and lifted one of the heavy boxes.

Not saying anything, this is what Kongsong just discovered after trying to live with this person recently, it belongs to Yisong's thoughtfulness.For two novices, living in such an apartment is what they should have paid for the tuition of this highly competitive jungle system.Guys who don't have money in their hands don't even think about enjoying life.Although Kongsong started working earlier than Yisong, he left most of his savings with Qingsong—after being taken care of for so long, there is no reason to keep it by himself.Therefore, the problem in front of him is very clear: the meager salary at the gas station, and Yisong, who is temporarily unemployed, has to spend everywhere, such as water, electricity and gas. Kongsong is still thinking about this issue when he enters the door.However--

He raised his head in surprise, and found that Kazumatsu was looking at him, scratching his eyebrows with one finger, dodging his eyes awkwardly, looking expectant and shy.Kong Song put down the box, and looked around for a week at the room that Yi Song was in charge of furnishing during the whole day.They didn't have many things, but this place reminded him of his former home, the small house where the six brothers lived together, had quarrels, and slept under the same blanket every day.

It turned out that Yisong was doing this today.

There were also two dripping plastic gloves hanging on the window sill.In order to clean up here, Yisong must have worked very hard today.

Kong Song covered his heart.Enough is enough, he said to himself, how many times are you going to repeat yourself, shut up.But the same words kept going up, into his chest.He wanted to say that sentence a thousand times, right here in this room, even if they didn't really own anything, because right now, he was really, really happy.

"I'll be in charge of cooking." Kong Song rolled up his sleeves, his eyes were moist, but he didn't bother to hide it anymore.And Yisong simply nodded, still maintaining a listless expression on the surface.

"Then I'll continue with the finishing touches, and I'll talk about the luggage later." He replied flatly.

After Kongsong walked into the kitchen, Yisong returned to the corridor at the door, throwing away the last batch of unnecessary waste should be over.He concealed the door, ready to go downstairs.The sky outside the apartment had already darkened, and the last rays of the setting sun elongated the shadow of the utility pole to the opposite side of the road, and the light coming through the crack of the door radiated a warm yellow in this line of sight.Yisong looked up at the blank wall on the right side of the door, and the palm of his right hand, which had been kept in his trouser pocket and had not been taken out, tightened.

There he hid something, an utterly unremarkable wooden sign he'd simply fashioned out of broken pieces of furniture left by a previous tenant who had quit the lease.Even the writing brush and ink were bought cheaply. He hadn't written for a long time, and his hands were shaking from nervousness when writing. He didn't know whether he should hang that ugly thing on it or not.

Even if they hang up, they won’t be discovered by others, Yisong thought, anyway, they are not the type to warm up to their neighbors, and there are ghosts when friends come to visit them. Get some shitty newspaper salesman and cable guy or whatever.but……

He lowered his head to look at his palm, and there were three words "Matsuno House" crookedly written on that small wooden sign.It's really hypocritical, Yisong smiled, but his heart was as warm as if it had been scalded by hot water, the warm yellow light leaking from the room illuminated the outline of his fingers, making the Chinese character "jia" look extra gentle.

Let's hang it up, Kazumatsu secretly reveals a smile that he doesn't have to worry about being seen by Kong Song.After all, starting today, he finally has something that can be called a home.

"Ah, soy sauce..." Kong Song's voice suddenly came from inside the door, and he poked his head out of the kitchen, wanting to confirm whether Kazumatsu had left.The latter opened the door a crack and nodded at him.

"I'll buy it when I get back."

The wooden sign was hung on the door. In front of this noisy and dilapidated apartment building in a worrying location, looking from the front, this room on the third floor was the only resident with a well-decorated name sign.Anyone can easily find their way to this home.

—TBC—