[Quick Transmigration] Running straight on the road to death

sunny day (3)

After running away for a long distance, Xu Yan pulled his sleeves and wiped his tears when he was sure no one would catch up.

He thought that he would never have lunch with Mr. Jiang again. After today, the other party might have a bad impression of him and dislike him.

Just thinking about it this way, the pain was densely stuck in his heart, which made Xu Yan feel the urge to go back and apologize.

He stood there for a while, didn't go back, lowered his head again, and walked home.

Xu Yan's home is not too far from the school by bus, only two stops away, but he has no money to take a bus, so he can only walk to and from school every time, walking for about four to ten minutes, and returning to the dilapidated and old little house.

Apart from him in the house, there is only a father who drinks alcohol every day.

It was getting late, Xu Yan took a deep breath, took out the key and opened the door.

The door leads directly to the living room, and when the door is opened, there is a smell of alcohol, wine bottles scattered on the floor, and a man in the bottle who is not sure whether he is drunk or passed out.

Xu Yan took it for granted, tightened his schoolbag and went back to his room.

His room was very small, with only a bed and a table in it, but it wasn't until he got back here that Xu Yan finally got rid of his strength, and the pain in his body became stronger. He put down his schoolbag and took out the lunch box inside.

The soft orange light illuminated the small space. Xu Yan held the lunch box in his hand, opened it after a long struggle of thought, held the chopsticks that Jiang Wuyan had prepared for him, and began to eat rice.

It's winter, those meals have been too cold to eat since noon, but Xu Yan doesn't care, he is very hungry, besides being hungry, the inexplicable emotions in his heart are also tormenting him, making the corners of his eyes red , unconsciously began to cry.

Not tasty, really not tasty.

The rice was cold and hard, and the oil was clumped, and it stuck in my throat and made me want to vomit.

But Xu Yan didn't seem to feel it, and he didn't put down his chopsticks until he finished eating all the food.

Because after this meal, he can no longer have any relationship with Mr. Jiang, can't be cared about by him, can't eat together, maybe even see him from afar on the road, so he has to make a detour and walk away.

Xu Yan looked down at the empty lunch box, unable to tell what it was like.

He stared at the box for a while, as if he remembered something, got up and looked through the small wardrobe next to the bed. There were no clothes in the closet, and some of them were uniformly shabby. Only a recently added thin coat hung in the middle, which looked eye-catching.

Xu Yan took out the coat, stroked it excitedly, held it in his arms again, and sniffed it lightly with the tip of his nose. After washing it once, it seemed that the smell of Teacher Jiang still remained on it. He hugged the coat, as if It's like hugging its owner, which is satisfying.

Xu Yan held the clothes for a while, but the restlessness in his heart still could not be calmed down. When he thought that he could only pretend to be a stranger with the teacher in the future, his heart would inevitably ache, but no matter how painful it was, he could only suppress it, and no matter how casually he would The clothes are hung up.

After packing up the clothes, the empty lunch box was still on the table, and then I remembered that I hadn't washed the dishes yet.

Holding the lunch box, Xu Yan took a deep breath and opened the door. The disgusting smell of alcohol and the messy environment were still the same, but the man in the garbage pile woke up and continued with an unfinished bottle of beer.

Seeing Xu Yan come out, he closed his eyes and said, "Turn on the light."

Xu Yan went around the wine bottle to turn on the light, but the wattage of the light bulb in the living room was not bright, and it was barely enough to illuminate the man's face, making him look sallow, like a dead ghost.

"You've had dinner." He belched, and said disgustedly, "Why don't you clean up the house when you have time to eat? It's so messy, it's like a pig's nest."

Xu Yan ignored him, don't turn his head to wash dishes in the kitchen, he actually cleans up every day and does housework every day, but when his father came back, he would make such a mess every day.

He didn't want to explain, but the man refused to let him go, and ran to the kitchen to pull him with the strength of wine, yelling like venting, "Your father asked you something, do you know what it means to respect the teacher, thanks You're still in high school!"

He struck hard, Xu Yan pulled Xu Yan's hand and knocked off a small side of the porcelain lunch box.

He was anxious and afraid, and shouted at the man while protecting the bowl, "Don't touch me!"

This call made him angry, and gave his father a way to vent his temper that had been suppressed for many days. First, he said, "I don't want to touch you?" Then he raised his tone of voice confidently, angrily, "You are my baby, Why don't you move? You think you are very noble, you have grown up, and you want to leave!"

He pierced Xu Yan's shoulder with his index finger insultingly, snatched his bowl, smashed it on the ground, and then cursed as it was torn apart, "There are mother-born and mother-less bastards, I can't stand it." Just get out of here."

The shattered tiles on the ground seemed like several sharp knives pierced Xu Yan's heart. He squatted down and cleaned it up without saying a word. The man saw that he had no reaction other than working, so he left in disappointment and sat back on the spot. keep drinking.

After Xu Yan cleared the tiles on the floor, he found a clean bag to put them all in, carried them in his hand, went to the room to sort things out, put the books and daily clothes into the bag, and finally went to the living room to pick up all the wine bottles good.

After finishing all this, he stood at the door and said to the living room, "I'm leaving."

The man nodded drunkenly, "What are you going to do?"

Xu Yan didn't answer him, but was very calm and restrained, opened the door, went out, looked back for the last time, and then gently closed the door.

Everything was as normal as going out to buy groceries or going to school every day. Only he knew that if he left this time, he might never come back again.

After leaving home for a long time, it was getting late, Xu Yan tightened his clothes and wanted to find a shelter from the wind to sleep. He was wearing Jiang Wuyan's coat, which was the only thing he could barely call to keep out the cold. clothes.

After wandering around for a long time but couldn't find a suitable place to rest, Xu Yan stood under the street lamp and let out a mouthful of mist.

Only then did I realize that I had no friends, was not likable, and had nowhere to go.

He stood helplessly for a while, chopping his feet on the spot to recover his body temperature. He didn't know what to do when suddenly footsteps came from behind him, and when he turned his head, he saw the familiar figure again.

It's always Mr. Jiang, every time something happens, you can run into him.

But this time it seemed more than just a coincidence, Jiang Wuyan stepped on the dirty cotton slippers and said, "I followed you all the way, why don't you go home?"

Xu Yan's eyes became hot, and he cried out in a crying voice, "Teacher Jiang" could only shake his head.

In fact, it doesn't need him to say, Jiang Wuyan also knew what happened, so he simply ignored that nosy business, went up to hug him, and comforted him like an elder, "Don't cry, if you have nowhere to go, my house still has some space, Go live with me."

Xu Yan, "Teacher Jiang..."

Jiang Wuyan, "Why do you cry so much, stop crying, it's so embarrassing, come, come with me."

What else?Xu Yan nodded and blew his nose, letting him lead him away.

Then, like an uncle abducting little Lolita, Teacher Jiang took classmate Xu by the hand and took him home.