famine

Chapter 55

"Small... small what?" Jiang Xuan paused, turned to look at him with a blank expression, "Little stubborn?"

Cheng Lang smiled and nodded, keeping his eyes on his face.

Jiang Xuan was even more baffled, and thought for a while, "No, why are you so stubborn?"

Did I do something particularly stubborn?

"..."

Cheng Lang put his hand on his shoulder, turned his head to look at him for a few seconds, and burst out laughing, "What's the matter with your expression, full of thirst for knowledge."

Jiang Xuan: "We Xueba like to get to the bottom of things we don't understand."

He pointed at him, "Quickly tell me why you are a little stubborn."

"No reason," Cheng Lang thought for a while, "If you have to get to the bottom of it, you won't want to leave the last plate of deep-fried skewers until you finish eating them. Isn't it very stubborn?"

"Plus you are so cute, it's just small—stubborn."

Jiang Thrush: "..."

With an expression of "you're teasing me", he stared blankly at Cheng Hong for a long time. He originally wanted to keep silent and indifferent, but for some reason he suddenly burst out laughing, laughing so much that his eye sockets were a little wet.

The scene of two young people supporting each other and laughing in a crowded place like the shopping mall was unbelievable.

"Ah," after laughing for an unknown amount of time, Cheng Lang raised his hand and wiped his eyes, looked at Jiang Xuan who was still bending his eyes, and pushed him, "It's almost done, is it so funny?"

"I don't know how many." Jiang Xuan looked at him.

"what?"

"I don't know how many nicknames Jiang Xuan has, that is, I am magnanimous and don't want to argue with you, or you are lying on the ground now."

"..." Cheng Lang was silent for a few seconds, "Why do I find this sentence so familiar?"

Jiang Xuan looked back at him, "You don't need to be familiar with it, it's what you said."

"When did I say that?"

"...I don't remember. Anyway, when I heard it, I thought how did this man live so long with such a small mouth? Wouldn't he be poisoned and assassinated by someone?"

"Do you Xueba still have time to watch TV dramas?"

"No, Xueba still focuses on learning and pretending to be aggressive." Jiang Xuan's expression became a little embarrassed, and his tone was frivolous, "I will do it like this if I change someone."

Cheng Yan laughed again, "Then let me regret it for myself."

For some reason, hearing the "change person" in Jiang Xuan's words made Cheng Lang feel a kind of "different" pleasure, as if a star fell from the sky and just fell into the hands of the waiting person on the ground , is unique.This shows that in Jiang Xuan's mind, Cheng Hong is the exception.It may also be that Jiang Xiao is stubborn and indifferent to others thousands of miles away, so once he has an "exception" in his heart, the "exception" person becomes very important, that star.

Thinking of this in his heart, Cheng Hong stretched out his hand uncontrollably, patted Jiang Xuan's head, and then received a cold stare from the other party without changing his face, and turned his head back with a smile.

The two wandered around the mall aimlessly for a while, feeling that the food in their stomachs was almost digested, so they walked back slowly.

Sitting in the Cayenne, Cheng Lang had a whim, thinking that even if time went back to the day he bought this car, he would never have imagined that the utilization rate of this car would be so high in the future, not just for his daily travel Use, now there is one more item in it, and another person.

So far, he has driven his "boyfriend" many times, and this has become a necessary tool for the two of them to travel.

——Witnessed a feeling.

When sending Jiang Xuan back, he looked sideways at him more than once. Jiang Xuan looked very relaxed, and looked down at the phone from time to time, and spent more time looking at the scenery outside the window.The steel and concrete buildings in the city are not so attractive, but he seems to be unable to see, his eyes pass by the side of the road calmly, calmly.But his expression is always somewhat melancholy and dull, and Cheng Lang doesn't know if this is his usual state - because it has always been like this, or because he has some troubles.

He opened his mouth several times to ask, but silently lowered his eyes.

Those speculations and questions resurfaced, but what was different then.

They were friends then, and now...seem to be closer.

But how close is it now?

How close does he need to be to ask Jiang Xuan, get rid of his worries, and tell him all the hidden pain?

He is obviously a high school student, but why is he so out of place with the peers around him?

Cheng Lang knew that Jiang Xuan must have a problem, and this problem was related to relatives.

What he didn't know was how to ask.

Thinking of this, the joy accumulated throughout the day seemed less obvious.It is conceivable that he does not like the feeling of being excluded by Jiang Xuan.

He has never been in a relationship, and he doesn't even have a "friend" in the true sense. After living for more than 20 years, he is used to greeting each other with a smile, using softness to cover up the true self in his heart.When he met Jiang Xuan, a boy who was much younger than him, he actually had more concerns.

Just like what I thought at the beginning, Jiang Xuan is still young, and he has a lot of variables. No one can predict what the future will look like, and what is also unpredictable is this feeling.

For example, why Jiang Xuan likes him, how much he likes him, and how long he can like him.

The confession that night caught Cheng Lang off guard, as if he had been possessed by an evil spirit, he took advantage of the situation to respond to this feeling.At that time, he looked calm and rational, but only he knew that he was floating in the air at that time, ups and downs, unable to remember what he said and what he did.

The two of them are "together".

He didn't know what the degree was, whether it was a bottle full of water or a half bottle dangling.

So he still didn't know how to speak.

But fortunately, after returning from the countryside, he never saw Jiang Xuan acting abnormally again, so he could pretend that he didn't know anything, tacitly understood each other, and never mentioned it again.

The sad thing is just the barrier in my heart - can I really ignore it?

Cayenne stopped slowly at the gate of the community, Cheng Yang unlocked it, Jiang Xuan turned to say goodbye to him, and got out of the car.

He sat in the car and watched the figure swaying away, just like when he came.

When Jiang Xuan entered the house, the housekeeper was already cooking in the kitchen. He saw the plastic bags on the cooking table with the logo of a nearby large supermarket printed on them. He guessed that she had just returned from grocery shopping.

"Oh, Jiang Xuan is back?" The aunt turned her head to look at the voice, and put on a kind smile the next moment, "Did you go out to play?"

"Ah."

Jiang Xuan nodded and glanced into the room: "Where's my mother?"

The aunt replied: "My wife just entered the house, maybe she went to rest."

"It's five o'clock now," Jiang Xuan looked at the time and frowned, "Is she always like this?"

Take this time to rest?

The aunt thought for a while: "No, I usually take a nap from one to three. I don't know what happened today. I just came from home and bought vegetables. When I entered the house, my wife was sitting on the sofa. The TV didn’t even turn on, I was frowning and thinking about something. When I saw me coming in, I went back to the room.”

Jiang Xuan's heart sank.

"I see," he poured himself a glass of water, paused before going back to his bedroom, tilted his head and told his aunt, "Don't call her wife, call her Jiang Yuan."

Auntie was stunned for two seconds, then immediately realized, she answered again and again, and then walked back to the kitchen carefully.

During dinner, Jiang Xuan came out to take a look, guessing that his mother should be awake, but when he went to the living room, there was no one there.

The dining table was already filled with delicious dishes, and the housekeeper aunt left after cooking.

Jiang Xuan touched the dish and found that the dishes were still hot, which meant that Auntie hadn't left for long.

Mom is still sleeping?

Jiang Xuan's eyes darkened, and he immediately turned and walked to the door of his mother's bedroom.

He raised his hand and turned the doorknob—it was locked.

A few seconds later, the indifference on his face cracked, and then cracked, and the next moment he began to knock on the door in panic.

"Jiang Yuan?!"

"Jiang Yuan?!" He raised his voice, hammering on the door panel frantically, "Jiang Yuan, are you inside?! Open the door!!"

There was silence in the house.

Boom, boom, boom...

Jiang Xuan couldn't tell whether the sound was the sound of his own slamming the door or the sound of his heartbeat. He only felt the blood all over his body rushing into his brain, his eyes were blurry, and his whole body was hot. He thought that even if his mother was inside saying something, he would Not necessarily audible.

"Jiang Yuan!" Jiang Xuan's eyes were cracked, trying to calm his heartbeat, exhaled several deep breaths, and controlled himself to stay rational, "You open the door for me immediately! Immediately! If you don't open the door again, I will use a knife to kill you." Already!"

"..."

"Jiang Yuan!!"

dong dong dong...

"Hold."

Jiang Xuan finally broke in, holding a kitchen knife in his hand.

His gaze was like an arrow, and he shot coldly at the figure with his back facing him in front of the dressing table. He was silent for a long time before he tried his best to lift his heavy steps and walked over step by step.

The heavy curtains were drawn in the room, and there was no light at all.Thanks to the light from the living room coming in from outside the door, he could vaguely distinguish the figure from behind.

The spine of her back protruded, pushing up the thin fabric of her pajamas, looking not at all like a woman in her 30s, but like a malnourished little girl.

She sat there without any popularity, her eyes didn't know whether she was looking at herself in the mirror or something else, with a wooden face, indifferent to everything that happened around her.It felt like Jiang Xuan thought she was dead for a moment.

His brows were frowned into the word "Chuan", his face was flushed with blood, and his complexion was rarely rosy, but his lips were very pale, and there were rows of teeth marks on them.

"...Jiang Yuan?"

When Jiang Xuan spoke, his voice was very trembling, but if possible, he didn't want to do it at all.

The woman in front of her was silent for a long time, and just when Jiang Xuan thought she would not answer, she responded in a hoarse voice: "You are here..."

Jiang Thrush: "..."

Standing a few steps away from his mother, he felt relieved and took a rare breath of relief. After a few seconds, he changed his relaxed tone: "What are you doing? Why don't you open the door?"

Mom didn't speak.

Jiang Xuan still held the kitchen knife that the housekeeper aunt used to chop vegetables. For some reason, he was unwilling to let it go or put it down, as if he needed to rely on it—relying on a kitchen knife. In his heart, this kitchen knife opened a door just now.

He tried his best to hold his breath: "Auntie said you were sleeping, are you awake now?"

"Yeah." Mom nodded this time.

Jiang Xuan could see that she couldn't do anything other than nod and shake her head now, let alone explain her abnormal reaction right now.But fortunately, she is emotionally stable and will not do anything out of the ordinary.

He had a lot of thoughts, and after a while he continued to ask: "You...are not happy, so you have to lock the door, right?"

"Well." Mom said.

"Why didn't you lock the outside door?"

My mother reflected for a long time this time, and shook her head slowly.

Jiang Xuan directly stated the reason: "Because the outside door cannot be locked."

Once Jiang Jianguo was locked, he couldn't get in.

Jiang Xuan understood what she meant.

Heart also fell to the bottom.

After waiting for a long time, he closed his eyes, suppressed the sourness surging up in his heart, and his face was sullen.

Taking a deep breath, he said word by word like an order: "This door—the door of the house you live in, is not allowed to be locked."

"Also," he turned and walked out, "come out for dinner."

"Jiang Xuan." The woman behind suddenly stood up and stopped him.

Jiang Xuan was a little surprised, his eyes moved suddenly, and he looked back at her.

"You..." The woman turned around, revealing her red eyes - it can be seen that she has not slept, and she may have been up for a long time.

Jiang Xuan looked at his mother calmly. After this series of changes, he has used his strong self-control to suppress those negative emotions, but the struggle on his face has not been digested in a short time.

"I heard..." Mom murmured, rubbing her thin hands on her belly, "I heard you played truant?"

"..."

Who else could there be besides Jiang Jianguo?

Jiang Xuan didn't feel angry. Instead, he was relieved because his mother looked more normal now, and he could still respond: "Yes, I escaped."

My mother's reaction was not intense, and her tone seemed to be mixed with unbelievable earnest teachings.

She said, "You can't skip school anymore."

You have to study hard.Can't skip school.

——I can't remember how many times I forced him to drop out of school when I was crazy.

Jiang Xuan understood that she would not listen to anyone except Jiang Jianguo's words.

In a corner where his mother couldn't see, Jiang Xuan curled his lips and laughed at himself. He couldn't tell whether it was pain or pity in his heart. He was silent for a long time, said "I see", and walked out quickly as if he had been pardoned. After entering this magic cave that seemed to be filled with savage beasts, it seemed that if he slowed down for a second, he would be grabbed by his ankle and thrown to the ground, and then dragged back.

Back in his room, Jiang Xuan hurriedly took out his mobile phone as if he was being chased by something, and stared at the screen for a long time. Fortunately, he was still rational, so he didn't make a call, but sent a WeChat message first.

[Jiang Thrush]: Is your boyfriend there? Little Stubborn needs to call you to replenish energy [Innocent]

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