I thought it would be difficult to go upstairs, but I didn't expect that going downstairs would be a bigger test. I just walked up with him behind my head when I went upstairs, but his strong gravity was really hard to overcome when I went downstairs. Several times he almost rolled downstairs with me. It took countless breaks to get downstairs, and as for how I climbed the stairs back to my house again, I was so tired that I couldn't remember the details at all.

After throwing him on the couch, I was already sitting on the ground and could barely stand up. Lying on the carpet barely slowed down, poured a glass of water and fed him a few sips, took out the blanket and covered him and I went to take a bath, when the two arms were completely unable to lift up, so sore, so soft that I could not use a trace of strength, and symbolically rushed it.

When I came out again, I saw that the blanket I had put on him was already completely in two directions with him, and he was lying on all fours, and the blanket was squarely covered on the floor. Alas, this unconscious child.

sighed and re-covered, but when he tucked the corner of the blanket, he was caught coldly, the force was a little great, and a trace of pain went up his wrist. I grabbed his hand and was about to break free, but I heard a whisper: "Mom, don't go." ”

There was a cry in his voice, his face was soaked with sadness because he was a little red from drunkenness, and his frowning brows were really distressing.

The hand was carried to his face, and I felt a vapor under my fingers, and tears flowed from my fingertips, jumping as if falling into my heart, and I twitched my arm harder, and he snorted twice in dissatisfaction, and grabbed me tighter.

It's all too familiar, and I've experienced it myself many times. How many nights have I dreamed of my father in this scene, this feeling of helpless abandonment, back to tear my heart apart, and then I put the pieces together piece by piece and continue to live.

Although I haven't known him for a long time, when I was looking for a house together, I listened to him talk about many things in the north and south of the world and many interesting friends, but I never heard him mention his parents. What kind of experience did a lively and cheerful young man cry and muttered his mother's name in a dream? Did he also have the same painful memories as I did?

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but wet my eyes with tears, and I felt a sense of being connected to my fate, and I rubbed my tears with my other hand, forcing myself not to think about those things.

I saw that he seemed to be extremely insecure, and I couldn't bear to withdraw my hand, so I let him hold it in my hand. Seeing that he was also sleeping very unsteadily, I unconsciously stretched out my hand and patted him on the shoulder rhythmically, just like my father coaxed me to sleep when I was a child.

This movement was indeed useful, his brow gradually stretched, he let out a sigh lightly, tilted his head, pressed his face to my palm, and his breathing gradually stabilized a lot.

I called his name twice, and when he didn't respond, I gently withdrew my hand, put the blanket on him again, and then fed him some water and went back to my room.

After a busy day's work, I finally lay back in bed, but I didn't feel sleepy at all. Reason tells me that I shouldn't explore other people's worlds, but emotionally I can't control it: what happened between him and his mother that can make a man who is more than 1.8 meters old cry in his sleep and beg her not to leave?

The older boy who slept outside reflected the helplessness of my childhood, and I couldn't help but get up to see if he was better off after lying on the bed and tossing and turning.

He seemed to have escaped from his nightmare in the moonlight, and seemed to have slept much more peacefully, and I sat on the carpet next to the sofa, looking out the window in a daze, and a trace of fear floated in my heart, which came from my concern for Quan Yu.

Since what happened in college, I have never given affection to anyone except Sister Wei, whether it is friendship or otherwise, because I know that as long as I don't give affection to other people, I will not be hurt by feelings.

But tonight, for the first time in the depths of my heart, which has not been turbulent for a long time, ripples rippled in my heart, flowing into the distance and hitting the shore and rebounding, this chain reaction made me a little at a loss.

Perhaps, it was really from him that I saw the injured self back then. So helpless, so vulnerable, so wanting someone to pull me along. I couldn't help but want to comfort him, like, to protect myself.

I didn't sleep all night, I finally felt a little sleepy when the sky was bright, and before I was about to lose consciousness, I felt my hands gently pushing my hair behind my ears, just like the hands of my parents when I was a child, warm and gentle, I greedily looked for the direction of these hands, grabbed them fiercely, rubbed them back and forth on my cheeks, this feeling was too warm, I couldn't bear to let go.

In the dream, I desperately tried to open my mouth to say something, but finally grabbed this hand and fell deeper into the dream. In my dream, someone picked me up from the carpet and put me on his bed, and covered me for the rest of my life.

Maybe it's because of the physical exertion last night.,After falling asleep.,It's almost noon when you wake up again.,But fortunately, it's the weekend.,It doesn't matter if it's three poles a day.。 I wanted to rub my eyes in the sun, but my arms were so sore that I couldn't lift them.

It was then that I suddenly remembered what happened last night, and the most important thing was that there was an uninvited guest at home: a drunk man who picked up and came home in the middle of the night.

After the consciousness gradually became clear, the sound of clanging began to come from his ears, and he held his forehead and frowned, this drunk man will not be hungover and not wake up and play drunk madness in my house. I got up and hurriedly got dressed and went out, and when I pushed open the door to my room, I was startled by the scene outside, where the culprit who had been unconscious last night was now wearing my apron, half a foot squeezed into my poor slippers, and giving me an innocent smile with a spoon. Then I said in a panic: "Zhen Rou, you're awake, I guess it's almost time for you to wake up at this time, so I'm going to make something to eat, you go wash up, I still have ten minutes here, come and try my chef-level skills." ”

The seamless transition between this drunk guy and the snail girl made me a little overwhelmed. Not to mention, this early morning, the innocent scene of a big man in an apron holding a pot in one hand and a shovel in my kitchen is too weird.

As soon as I walked into the bathroom with my not very bright brain, I heard a shout outside: "Zhen Rou, I used your toothbrush to brush my teeth when I got up in the morning, and then I went to the supermarket to buy you a new one, the pink rabbit is the new one I bought for you, and the blue rabbit is my own, don't use it wrong." ”

These words are neither humble nor arrogant, and I can't find a strong excuse to refute them. After a moment of silence, I felt that I should take out a sister's shelf at this time, express my dissatisfaction with his good ideas, gritted my teeth and said: "Why do you say that I should use a pink rabbit, I don't want to use a pink rabbit, I have to use a blue rabbit!"

The corners of Quan Yu's mouth twitched, and he replied, "It's okay, then I'll use the pink rabbit." Anyway, I'm so cute, it doesn't matter what color I use. ”

“。。。 "I was inexplicably defeated.

At the dinner table, the person opposite him sandwiched his fried bamboo shoots and said: "Zhen Rou, I saw that there is only one person in your family's cups, dishes and chopsticks, so I will be good at advocating that I go to the morning market and buy an extra set, you won't blame me." ”

I know I'll mind, why are you still cutting first, but thinking of his pitiful appearance last night, I really can't have a seizure. I tried to express my thoughts as softly as possible.

"You know I might blame you, I'm a bit paranoid, it's hard to adjust the pace of my life, it's scary enough for you to appear here early in the morning, and I'm really uncomfortable to come and arrange such things for me. But, then again, why do you have to make your own decisions when you know I'm going to blame you?"

Quan Yu fell into silence, and after a while, he put down the bowl and said with a straight face: "I'm sorry, I just think that you are alone in this city, it's not easy, I don't have any relatives here, although you have always regarded me as a colleague, but I do feel very cordial when I see you at first sight, I don't think it's the first acquaintance, it seems like I've known each other for more than ten years, I'm a little younger than you, so I have always regarded you as a sister in my heart." Unexpectedly, this makes you uncomfortable, I'll pay attention to it later. ”

looked up at my face and continued: "I was thinking, living so close, add a pair of dishes and chopsticks to you, you can usually have a meal together, it can be a little lively, I didn't expect to make you uncomfortable, I'm sorry, I'll take them all away after eating in a while." ”

Thinking of the tearful appearance last night, and looking at the lonely application in front of him, he was just a young man after all, and he made me this meal, thinking that he also wanted to get a few words of praise from me, but he objected to pouring a basin of cold water, and his psychology was very screwed. When I say that, it seems too uninteresting. Once I started to self-reflect, the guilt in my heart was a little unbearable.

After thinking for a while, he said: "Since you bought what was given to me is mine, who let you take it without my permission, just ugly words before, you can eat here with me, but you can't move my things without my permission, disrupt the rhythm of my life, and, most importantly, if you have to come, you must get my consent in advance, and besides, you have to cook the rice, and the bowl is also for you to brush." ”

Young people just recover quickly, and after listening to me, they immediately said, "It's no problem to cook, I've been cooking by myself in the United States for so many years, so it's decided." Then he began to cook with joy.

For a moment, I had the illusion that he had succeeded in his plot.