On the second day after the game, the Jiang family, mother and son, did not stay in the capital and returned immediately after buying tickets.

Before leaving, took time to visit a few relatives and friends. Except for Yi Hui's mentor, the others were all friends of Jiang's father during his lifetime. Talking about the past, as cheerful as Jiang Xuemei could not help crying, Yi Hui listened silently by the side. While having an intuitive understanding of the Jiang family, she was deeply touched by the greatness and selflessness of mother's love.

On the way to the train station, passing a park famous for its lakes and mountains, Jiang Xuemei pointed to the sparkling lake and said to Yi Hui: "My first date with your father was here. He quit his well-paid job for me. , I came to the capital and started from scratch. At that time, I thought, if I have a child in the future, I must name it 'Hui'."

Before Yi Hui could react, Jiang Yimang became unhappy at first, puffing out his cheeks and complaining that his parents were biased, and the names were given to boys first.

In the process of Jiang Xuemei coaxing her daughter, Yi Hui put her head against the window and recalled the past about the family, especially the mother.

Perhaps it was a coincidence again, his mother once told him that "Hui" was taken from "All things make light", and hoped that he would always be bathed in the sun, optimistic, confident and carefree.

But he let her down.

He pinned all his life's hopes on one person, walking on thin ice all day long, worrying about gains and losses, using great wisdom to cover up self-deception and deceiving others, and finally ended up in such a dismal end, no one can blame him except himself.

Back in the town, Yi Hui first went to visit Dr. Liu as scheduled.

Before going to the capital, Yi Hui had met him in the image of short hair, and he put down his guard in his good manners, and told some confusion in a half-covered way.

So after a simple greeting, Dr. Liu cut to the point: "Are you still having nightmares these days?"

Yi Hui was stunned for a moment, then shook his head and said, "Not much."

Dr. Liu moved forward and put on a listening posture: "Looking at your expression, it seems that you have encountered new trouble?"

Yi Hui lowered his head, his eyes fell on the clasped hands, his thumb rubbed the back of his hand unconsciously, and said slowly, "I... I can't draw people anymore."

"People? Do you mean everyone in the world, or a specific person?"

Yi Hui swallowed dryly and said, "A specific...one person."

Dr. Liu observed his state, and after a while, he asked again, "Do you want to avoid him or forget him."

Yi Hui fell into a long silence after being shocked by what he said in one sentence. He seemed calm, but his drooping eyelashes were trembling, revealing the tension and struggle in his heart.

Perhaps there is still a bit of panic, the panic of never going back and never seeing that person again.

Seeing that he didn't answer, Dr. Liu changed his words: "Do you want to abandon the past completely, or do you want to hide your ears and steal the bell, like before, watching him from a distance and secretly from a place where others can't see?"

The shortness of breath and the inability to make judgments and choices made Yi Hui anxious. Now he has a brain that is a hundred times smarter than before, and he should be able to figure out everything, but this problem seems to be on top of a cliff, beyond the limit he can handle. Many fragmentary pictures flashed before his eyes, and his brain was overwhelmed. , an overload whistle alarm is issued.

In the end, Dr. Liu interrupted his thinking and did not force him to give an answer immediately.

Before leaving, he told Yi Hui: "If you are eager to get rid of the influence of something or someone and get out of the past, the first premise is to believe in yourself."

"Even if you have a terrifying dream, you have to believe that in the real world you will not sit still, let alone repeat the same mistakes. This is something you can do as long as you live and breathe."

When woke up from the dream again, the glass tea cup on the bed refracts the light outside the window, and the water in the cup is clear and clear, like a dream bubble.

Zhou Jinheng opened his palms in front of his eyes, letting the cold sweat on his palms evaporate into the air, his eyes swept across the palm lines of different shades, reminding him of a scene from a long time ago.

It's been a long time, but if you count it carefully, it was only more than two years ago. At that time, he and Yi Hui had just lived together, and they were under the high-pressure monitoring of the elders.

He couldn't help himself, was upset, and naturally wouldn't give a good face to anyone. Yi Hui was the opposite of him, who had brainwashed him, thinking that he came back on his own initiative, and was happy like a fool every time.

No, he was an idiot.

Zhou Jinheng was a little surprised that his brain was suddenly not sober, and he actually treated him as a normal person. First he opened his mouth and smiled, and then looked at the palm lines that curved and extended on the palm of his hand. .

At that time, the little fool always liked to lie on the edge of the bed and hold his hand while he was asleep, rubbing the soft pads of his fingers in his palm, chanting words in his mouth.

Because the movements were too light and the voice was too low, Zhou Jinheng was only woken up two or three times in a shallow sleep, but once in a while he was in a good mood, so he patiently listened to Yi Hui's reasons for doing so.

"Your life line is very long, much longer than mine, but your love line is a little short... But it doesn't matter, I'll touch it for you, blow it again, and it will become longer."

At that time, Zhou Jinheng sneered disdainfully: "Do you know what love is?"

The little fool knew that he was shy, so he blushed and hesitated for a long time, and said, "I know, I know, I just want to see you, and I want to be with you every day."

Zhou Jinheng picked up Doraemon by the bed and threw it into his arms: "You are still with this thing every day, do you love it?"

The little fool immediately panicked and hurriedly explained: "It's not different, it's my friend, you are my...my husband."

The last few words were as thin as mosquitoes. After speaking, he buried his face on Doraemon's belly, and the tips of his ears were all red.

This look always evokes the almost evil spirits in Zhou Jinheng's body. He propped up his body and leaned in front of Yi Hui, his lips pressed against his hot auricle, and he pressed him wickedly, "I know I'm called my husband, so why don't you fuck me?"

The little fool was trembling all over by the heat and the low hoarse voice in his ears. He wanted to retreat but was reluctant. For fear that if he didn't promise Zhou Jinheng quickly, he would regret it. His voice was dull but clear: "Here, I will give you whatever you want."

Coming out of the bathroom, Zhou Jinheng wiped his hair with a sullen face, silently expressing his annoyance with rough movements.

It's just that can't help self in dreams. can think about it when wake up during the day, and can lose control.

After wiping it a few times, Zhou Jinheng threw the towel away and threw it on the ground. He picked up the phone again and looked at it. The screen was empty and there was no new news.

He didn't know where else to find it, so he had to ask the people he knew who had a little ability in S City one by one, including the few friends he didn't like. Ordinarily, there should be feedback now, and there is no movement at all. ?

It seems that the little fool made up his mind to hide from him this time, so he deliberately did not let him find it.

He knew that the little fool was not that stupid, otherwise how could he hide for so long, or how could he let him...

Zhou Jinheng raised his hand and scratched his wet hair a few times. He walked back and forth in the room a few times. The sudden ringing of the bell made him temporarily put aside this nameless irritability. lost.

Fang Youqing on the other end of the phone sensed something sensitively: "What's wrong? You don't seem very happy when you received my call?"

"No." Zhou Jinheng subconsciously denied, "I just got up, a little tired."

Fang Youqing did not doubt that he had him, and he explained his intention in a concise and comprehensive manner: "The art exhibition at the weekend art museum has my works on display. I wonder if I would be lucky enough to invite a big star to come and guide?"

Zhou Jinheng hesitated for a moment and said, "I have work on the weekends."

"Is it important work?"

"Well, it's important."

Fang Youqing was stunned for a while, and quickly adjusted his state, with no difference in his tone: "Ah, that's a pity, I'll talk about it next time I have a chance."

Hanging up the phone, Zhou Jinheng stood there holding the phone, belatedly wondering what he just said.

This is the first time he has refused Fang Youqing's invitation, or he has used lies to prevaricate it.

He took a whole week off and expected to spend a day to find the little fool who ran away from home.

What about the remaining days?

In fact, it is completely acceptable. After all, he has never rejected Fang Youqing's request. Even if Fang Youqing insisted on going abroad, he did not say a half "no".

The pride in his bones prevented him from uttering the humble and begging words. For example, when faced with the marriage that was imposed on him, he had to live with it, resist passively, always stick his neck and refuse to surrender, and then he naturally vented the irritability and resentment that had nowhere to go. On the little fool.

But what's wrong with the little fool?

Zhou Jinheng, who accidentally figured this out because of an unrelated phone call, exhaled, and then smiled in relief.

Now that he has taken enough leave, why don't he take the little fool to the amusement park on the weekend, he thought, the little fool wrote this wish on the back of the card given to him a while ago, maybe the crooked children's font is too ugly, He actually remembered.

They can go to the amusement park in the capital, and stop by the restaurant with the glass dome for dinner. It is even more beautiful when the lights are bright at night, which will definitely make the little fool exclaim again.

Waiting for the night... Thinking of this, Zhou Jinheng was a little embarrassed, and then he thought about it again, it was already a veritable relationship, just a piece of paper, what can't you think about?

The little fool looks good even when he is crying, and it is not impossible to praise him on the bed.

Planning to do this, Zhou Jinheng couldn't help but think that if he had praised the little fool before and gave him a little more smile, instead of attacking him with unprovoked disgust, maybe he would not have left home.

The little fool wants very little, but as long as he takes one-tenth of the patience of the other party Youqing in the past, he doesn't need to sit still here.

Zhou Jinheng, who had tasted regret for the first time, was a little helpless to cry or laugh. He didn't know whether to blame the little fool for being so stupid, or to scold his former self for being naive.

Idle is also idle, Zhou Jinheng decided to eliminate some evidence before the little fool goes home.

He watered the pot of white snowflakes, using a watering can to make every leaf drip with water.

He couldn't find the exact same Doraemon, so he just threw it in the washing machine and stirred it up. When he took it out, he looked a little deformed, and his stomach was still dusty. He picked up his sleeves and washed it himself. With a shake of his hand, he sprinkled a lot of washing powder, and after rinsing it several times, he could barely squeeze out the foam.

Put the washed doll on the bay window, turn it over every ten minutes to ensure even drying, and take time to clean up the studio halfway through.

However, no one was there for more than half a month, and a thin layer of ash had accumulated on the surfaces of the cabinets, tables and chairs. Thinking that they should be moved to Chaoyang's room soon, Zhou Jinheng just wiped it casually.

Passing by the easel when finished cleaning, saw the half-painted portrait, as if had eaten a reassurance pill, and nerves that had been tense for a few days finally relaxed a little.

Before the painting is finished, the little fool will definitely come back.

Thinking that the little fool once said boldly that he wanted to buy a house for him with the money from selling paintings, Zhou Jinheng chuckled lightly. In addition to finding it interesting, he also unexpectedly raised some expectations.

Therefore, when he received the call with such a good mood, Zhou Jinheng's first reaction was to think that he had heard it wrong.

After changing his shoes, he picked up the keys and went out. While thinking about which car to drive to pick up the little fool, he frowned and asked, "What did you say?"

On the other end of the phone is the son of the fire-fighting equipment company, who is chasing Zhou Jinheng all day to flatter him, with a tongue-in-cheek tongue, and now he stutters for some reason: "I found it, it's on a mountain in the suburbs."

Every time he heard a word, Zhou Jinheng's face became colder.

The heartbeat went the opposite way, and the forehead also thumped wildly, causing pain in the temples. The unease that he had suppressed with his self-soothing made a comeback, and this time it was so powerful that he didn't even give him a chance to breathe.

His eyes became dull, and his body joints began to not obey. Zhou Jinheng slowly took out his old mobile phone from his pocket, looked at the smiling face of the little fool on the screen, and asked, "Which mountain, what did you find?"

After all, it was an urgent matter of human life. The man heard his voice calmly. He didn't jump like he usually did, so he boldly repeated: "Qingdai Mountain on the outskirts of the city, the body has been found."

In the early autumn, the weather in City S changed, and the sky was still clear. At this moment, the sun had disappeared, and the rain that could not be stored in the dark clouds was rushing to fall.

The voices in my ears gradually faded away, something like "the police just arrived", "the scene is being blocked", "that eldest brother of yours is here too"... Zhou Jinheng didn't hear it at all.

His mind was blank, and his heart was emptied, as if a barrier was erected around him, blocking out all the noise.

Only the water that fell from the sky still had the ability to penetrate. A drop of rain fell on the phone, blurring Yi Hui's face. He hurriedly wiped it with his hand. His fingers slipped on the screen, and he accidentally unlocked it. Those four words broke in unexpectedly. eyes.

He put down his phone, turned around, and vaguely saw that in the big house shrouded in dark clouds, Yi Hui was lying on the table, using his scalded hand to write down "waiting for you to go home" stroke by stroke .

Using the most clumsy method in the world, the little fool spent three years dismantling these four words, then smashed and crushed them, trying to pour them into his heart silently.

And he didn't piece them together until today, three years later, before he remembered to look back.

The author has something to say: the timeline has been slightly changed, and the previous article has also been changed.