When Shang Yang returned home, he was already 1:00 a.m. When he walked through the musty corridor, he opened the door full of advertisements. The moonlight in the sky sprinkled in through the living room windows, so that the living room would not be very dark. He changed his shoes and looked at the sofa heavily. This sofa had been more than ten years and had long lost its elasticity. Not only would he not feel comfortable when sitting on it, but he would feel restrained by the accumulated squeeze formed lines and frames.

My mother should have been doing it on the sofa for a long time tonight!

You should be confused when you leave.

Otherwise, with Zhao Suxian's personality, there would never be wrinkles on the sofa cushion that was intertwined with yellow and white. Every time, it would be stretched and everything at home was sleeping.

Could it be that she was going to talk to herself about that woman tonight?

Or maybe talking about the man who has been around for more than 20 years?

Thinking of this, Shang Yang was in a daze.

It is said that not crying at midnight is not enough to talk about life. This sentence makes sense, and it is only the first half. In addition, the second half should be: A man often does not have a strong and important thing in his heart, but only a few words, because he thinks of being sad and feeling sad.

Only by pressing on the bottom layer of the heart and crushing it hard into the dust is the best protection.

He withdrew his gaze, tiptoed back to the bedroom with a very light pace, and put it in the past, what is maternal love and life, he fully understood it, and thought he understood it thoroughly, but when his mind changes the main color of the world, everything will turn upside down and there is no expression, it is just because of a man.

I changed my clothes and didn't take a shower. I was worried that I would wake up my mother and be seen by her. I took a towel and took it back to the bedroom to wipe my whole body. Then I lay back on the bed and looked at the ceiling. My eyes were blooming in the dim room with a hot light. My body was motionless, slowly integrating everything I thought, wanted, loved, hated, gains and losses into my heart.

Memories over and over again, review over and over again.

Then close your eyes and wait until your eyes open again and it feels like a day when nothing happened.

It was indeed not earth-shaking. The sun rose as usual the next day. When Shang Yang walked out of the bedroom, he found that there was still a simple breakfast on the dining table. After breakfast, he washed the bloody clothes last night. He would never do these things before. He just threw them aside and let his mother wash them. But he witnessed the arrogance of the woman and heard her own ears of her mother's strength and stubbornness. Perhaps as a son, he had lived for more than 20 years and it was time to protect his mother.

Start with small things, start with little things, and start with sharing a little housework.

There are not enough wings today, and there are not enough wings tomorrow. As long as you move forward, you will be able to spread your wings one day.

He did all this well and took out a clean outfit, which was bought when he was in school. In recent years, he rarely bought clothes. It was not because of economic problems, but because of a casual and thought that retro was also a kind of beauty. As soon as he walked out of the corridor and had no time to embrace the sun, he keenly noticed a fierce light on his side staring at him. This fierce light should have wished to tear himself into pieces.

"Shang Yang!"

The voice is simple, indifferent, angry, and murderous.

Shang Yang turned his head and saw a girl wearing light blue jeans and an orange T-shirt standing on the side, wearing a ponytail, biting her lips, and holding her fist that was not very powerful at all.

Chen Yutong!

She has been standing here since 8 o'clock, staring at the door of the building, and has been standing for an hour, like an abandoned little resentful woman. During this period, the old man above got down from the building and suddenly saw her, almost scaring her heart attack.

"Are you sick?"

Shang Yang asked with a little collapse: "You are a fool and you are not wrong at all. Don't say whether you are scary now or not? Are you standing outside while you are so hot?"

In Chen Yutong's world, she never bothered to explain anything to Shang Yang. She just stared at Shang Yang's swollen face angrily, raised her hand and criticized: "Did you say you won't fight anymore and never fight again? But what about that last night? I secretly went to the city. What's going on?"

"How do you know?"

Shang Yang was stunned. He sat downstairs for a long time before leaving last night. Before that, Chen Yutong had already rested and was even more unlikely to be discovered after he came back. To be precise, there were not many people who knew that he went to the city last night.

"Don't worry about how I know, just say if you are wrong!"

Chen Yutong looked like a furious... Kitten, even if she grinned and opened her teeth and claws, she didn't look like a villain at all, nor was she a bad person. Her anger made people want to pinch her face gently.

"You are wrong, you're gone. Get me a box of cigarettes quickly, I have to leave the stall!"

Shang Yang was too lazy to explain and waved his hand speechlessly. Although he couldn't control some of Chen Yutong's problems, he never used this little girl. He was too familiar with her and grew up together. According to the two of them slept in the same bed when they were five years old. Of course, he didn't remember at all. As for Chen Yutong, who was only two years old at that time, he should have forgotten it.

Seeing that he ignored him, Chen Yutong grinded his silver teeth fiercely, raised his slender white fingers and pointed at Shang Yang, and said viciously: "Wait for me, I will come back!"

After saying that, he turned his head and walked straight to his own grocery store.

Actually right next to it.

Shang Yang was angry when she was about to leave. Looking at the back, he had to admit that the saying that the next door had a girl who had just grown up was the foresight of the ancients. He never thought that one day, the girl who was following him with a runny nose and a red face with a slightly plateau would become her graceful appearance today, and the years would make people feel like she was.

Chen Yutong walked into the grocery store and stopped striding as soon as she entered the door. She was just unscrupulous in front of Shang Yang. She was a good baby in the eyes of the elders and a graceful lady in the eyes of the neighbors. When she walked into the shelves, she took out a box of the white-skinned Red Tashan that Shang Yang loved. The cigarette was cheap, seven yuan.

Aunt Wang, who had long seen everything, kept silent and deliberately turned her head and refused to look. It was not because of the smoke, but because she was still angry about Chen Yutong applying for the normal school entrance examination. She was more than 600 points higher than the score line. It was a pity to go to this school.

"Deducted from my living expenses"

Chen Yutong left a light sentence, and then walked out the door. She had never spoken to her parents before, but this time she applied for the exam, she had an extremely firm attitude. Even though she didn't discuss it with her family when applying for the exam, she filled in it directly.

"Why…"

Aunt Wang watched her walk out and sighed softly, muttering with a little sadness in her mouth: "You can't help but be a mother..."

"for you!"

Chen Yutong walked out the door and handed the cigarette to Shang Yang. Her attitude was as opposed to the previous one. In fact, it was not unfair to say that Shang Yang was a fool. If an ordinary girl had at least some conditions in the current situation and handed the cigarette over, she seemed to have never learned these routines, and it was the same before.

He stared at his beautiful eyes, pouted his lips and said, "You can say now, why fight? Why did you tell me before? He said that he would tolerate what ordinary people could not tolerate in the future, and would not fight back when he fights, but he has only been a few years ago, and he has committed an old problem again, right?"

Facing her questioning, Shang Yang felt very distorted. The little girl who had been hiding behind her would dare to take care of her one day, and she was in an almost irresistible tone.

"You've learned bad things from three years!"

Shang Yang shook his head speechlessly, and no longer asked her how she knew. He said sincerely: "Yu Tong, my brother tells you the truth, girl, quiet, reserved, and delicate is beauty. Look at what you look like now, you are obviously a resentful woman full of resentment. This is a disease and you have to change. Otherwise, you will have to have a boyfriend in college, and you will be sad? Okay, think about what I say carefully and you have to leave..."

Shang Yang lit a cigarette and put it in his mouth, waved his hand, and passed by her.

Chen Yutong reacted very quickly, or as the gangsters said that day, long legs have a natural advantage, just a quick step, accurately lifted the ring finger of his left hand, hooked it into Shang Yang's right trouser pocket, and said stubbornly: "Shang Yang, I tell you, don't think that changing the topic can cover up this matter. If you don't want to listen, I won't ask, but today I must let me sell fruits to you..."

It turns out that this is her ultimate goal.

Shang Yang's face turned dark and said, "Relax his hand!"

"Don't let go!"

"Bang"

The delicate little hand that should be gently stroked in the eyes of others has no value in Shang Yang's eyes. He raised his hand and hit it, but it was not heavy, but he also made a sound.

"release!"

"Don't let go!"

When a man and a woman have a dispute, no matter what the cause is, it will be revealed that a man is a fool. Further, when he created a human being, he seemed to have forgotten to stuff the word "reason" into the woman's mind.

Shang Yang knew very well that she didn't have much vacation and would have to go to the provincial capital to register for school in more than a month. The distance was not far away and the train was two hours, but she couldn't come back often. She endured it and endured it for more than a month, and she wouldn't have this little Tang monk around her, and she would recite the spell of tight hoop every day.

The two walked to the fruit stall, and as usual, they opened the roller shutter door and arranged the fruits in a row. Without shouting, they could just wait for customers to come to the door. Shang Yang continued to sit in the rocking chair with a palm fan in one hand and fanned the wind. Chen Yutong felt neglected, but he seemed to be about to take root and sprout here and refused to leave. He found a paper shell and placed it on the steps in the fruit stall behind Shang Yang's side, supported his chin with both hands, and pouted her light pink lips without losing his breath.

A pair of eyes that looked like the bright moon in the night sky, without anger or anger, and only a little sleepy and holding back the hazy opening of the sleepiness, staring at Shang Yang's figure.

When Shang Yang's image was damaged, her ignorant appearance decorated the scenery of passers-by.

Even an old man who had just passed by was secretly smacking his tongue: "This girl is so handsome..."
Chapter completed!