58. A punching bag made for you

"Alright, hurry up and go up, don't make the little girl wait too long." The aunt smiled and patted Mao Dong on the shoulder.

"Thank you, Auntie!"

Mao Dong strode upstairs with the handle of the stairs three times and two times, but before he reached the door of the house, he saw Liang Ju sitting on the steps of the stairs, shrunk into a small ball.

Finally breathed a sigh of relief, Mao Dong couldn't wait to scold her loudly.

He walked over, and when the hand he raised finally fell, it was still gentle, as light as caressing a lost treasure.

"It's really uncomfortable." Although the tone was full of blame, the strength in his hand was still gentle.

Liang Ju slowly raised his head, and the moment he saw Mao Dong, his face was red from the cold with a smile, "You're back!" โ€

Mao Dong pretended to be angry and ignored her.

"My phone is dead." Liang Ju knew that he would look for him, so he had to take out his mobile phone and hurriedly explain.

The mobile phone screen was pitch black, Mao Dong looked at it, but he was still silent.

He withdrew his hand and turned to open the door, and Liang Ju thought he was really angry and hurriedly got up from the steps. Because her legs were numb after sitting for a long time, she stumbled and held on to the wall.

Mao Dong opened the door and pulled out the key.

Liang Ju called him, "I ran away from home!" โ€

He turned his head and saw a suitcase at her feet, with a backpack on top of it.

She said aggrievedly: "I have nowhere to go." โ€

"So what? You're just going to play missing and let these people worry about you for a night? Mao Dong asked Liang Ju with his head sideways.

"Nope. I thought about calling you, but when I came out, I found that my phone was dead. I have nowhere to go, so I'll have to come here and wait for you to come back. โ€

"What are you waiting for me to come back?" He then asked.

She slurped, lowered her eyes, and stopped talking.

"I want to see if you can take me in?"

Mao Dong opened the door completely, and he looked like he was going inside.

Seeing this, Liang Ju raised his head and asked loudly: "I have nowhere to go, do you take me in?" โ€

Mao Dong paused, looked sideways at her standing outside the door, and replied, "If I don't go in to change clothes, how can I help you move the box?" โ€

When Liang Ju heard this, he immediately smiled.

"You don't have to move, it's very light!"

***

Mao Dong's home Liang Ju has been here many times, but this time, there is a significant difference.

In the future, she will live here with him.

Mao Dong didn't ask about Liang Ju's departure, he put part of her luggage back in the bedroom and part in the living room.

Mao Dong turned around and went to the kitchen, leaving Liang Ju standing alone in the living room. After waiting for a long time, I didn't see Mao Dong come out of the kitchen, and I didn't know what he was doing inside, but fortunately, Liang Ju went to pack his luggage by himself with his bag.

She stood in front of her only bedroom, a little embarrassed. The bedroom is not small, but there is only a double bed.

Carrying a bag in his hand, after thinking about it, Liang Ju asked loudly, "Where do I sleep tonight?" โ€

For a long time, there was no movement in the kitchen.

She simply went straight to the kitchen and asked him, "I'll sleep tonight"

A rich and sweet taste hit the nose, and I saw Mao Dong coming out of the kitchen with two bowls of rice balls.

"You" She didn't expect him to buy rice balls, and she even cooked them for her personally.

"Today is the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, and you should eat rice balls." After the heat, there were Mao Dong's dark eyes.

The round dumplings have a full skin, which makes people drool when they see it.

The dining table is by the window in the living room, the curtains are not drawn, and the bright moon in the sky can be vaguely seen through the window. Mao Dong put the two bowls on the table and brought chopsticks, but saw Liang Ju standing there all the time.

"What are you doing there, come and eat." Mao Dong handed a pair of chopsticks to Liang Ju.

"Oh? Oh. โ€

Liang Ju walked over and sat down across from him.

The two sat down face to face and ate the Lantern Festival of the first Lantern Festival spent together one bite at a time.

Also, Mao Dong personally cooked the Lantern Festival.

"Didn't you say that the moon is round on the fifteenth month, and the moon is quite round today." Liang Ju ate five or six sesame seeds, looked up, and saw a big moon hanging shiningly in the air.

Mao Dong ate more than her, and there were only one or two left in the bowl. "How about the Lantern Festival I cooked at one time?"

Is he inviting compliments?

"Delicious!" Liang Ju nodded, looked at him with a smile on his cheeks, "My vision is really good, you are up and down in the kitchen!" โ€

Mao Dong handed the last Lantern Festival in the bowl to his lips and glanced at Liang Ju, "Then you have to eat it all." โ€

"Okay, no problem!"

Liang Ju's face looked much better than before, at least a little bloody. Mao Dong knows that the pain of losing her loved ones will not disappear so quickly, today is the fifteenth day of Zhengyuan, the day of a family's successful family reunion, but unfortunately, she can only accompany him to eat a few Lantern Festivals here.

This year, for Liang Ju, is destined to be a different and ordinary year.

After eating, Liang Ju went to the room to pack her luggage, Mao Dong was afraid that she would catch a cold after freezing all night, so he asked her to take a hot bath early.

When he came out, Liang Ju put on his pajamas, wiped his hair with a towel, and looked for Mao Dong.

Finally, I found him on the balcony. Mao Dong changed into a set of dark gray loungewear and stood on the balcony with his back to her and smoked.

He rarely smokes in front of her, except when he has something on his mind.

Hearing the voice, Mao Dong turned around, and Shen Yi's facial features looked even more handsome against the dark sky behind him.

"Washed?" He asked.

Liang Ju nodded, "Do you want to wash it?" โ€

"I'm not in a hurry, just wash before going to bed." Mao Dong stretched out his hand to extinguish the cigarette in the ashtray by the windowsill.

Except for the first time that night in Harbin, and then Liang Ju temporarily lived here in the days when his grandmother passed away, although this time it was the third time, Liang Ju always felt a little different, so that she felt a little embarrassed.

Mao Dong closed the balcony door and walked into the house. He must have been standing outside for a long time, still with the air conditioning on him.

"Well, are you sleepy, do you want to watch TV?" Mao Dong seems to be a little more at a loss than her.

Liang Ju shook his head with a smile, "I'm tired these days and want to sleep." โ€

"Okay, then go to sleep."

He stood in front of her two heads taller than her. The two of them stood by the balcony door, the place was already narrow, and Mao Dong's figure was much larger than Liang Ju, and the whole space seemed a little cramped all of a sudden.

There was no light in the kitchen, only the light in the living room was sparsely illuminated, and then there was the smooth moonlight shining on the balcony floor, one warm and one cold, one yellow hundred, two kinds of scenery.

Liang Ju had just finished taking a shower, and the cold air on Mao Dong's body was close to make her feel a little cold. She flinched, and Mao Dong noticed, and quickly pushed her arm to let her go back to the house.

The moment his hand touched her thin pajamas, the temperature on her body instantly melted the coldness on his hands, making Mao Dong couldn't help but tremble.

"Well, go back to sleep." He was a little speechless.

Liang Ju half-lowered his eyes, showing a rare shyness. "Where do I sleep?"

Just one room, one bed, if she sleeps in the bed, then where does he sleep?

Last time, Liang Ju didn't have the energy to take these into account because he was too sad, Mao Dong also realized that he took the initiative to sleep on the sofa for two days, but this time it was different, Liang Ju wouldn't necessarily live until he stayed this time, so he couldn't let Mao Dong sleep on the sofa all the time.

Mao Dong: "I sleep on the sofa." โ€

Liang Ju: "Then you can't sleep on the sofa every day, right?" โ€

Mao Dong: "It's okay, I'll buy a small bed another day, or rent a bigger house, and I'll make do with it in the next few days." โ€

Liang Ju glanced back at the narrow and short sofa, thought about it, and looked up at Mao Dong, "Why don't you sleep in the house with me." โ€

"Huh?"

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At night, the old house is not well insulated, and the sound of the TV next door can be heard in the quiet room.

Mao Dong took a shower and returned to the room, only to see the moonlight pouring out of the window in the dark bedroom.

Liang Ju on the bed turned his back to him, Mao Dong gently took off his slippers, lifted the quilt and got into the quilt.

Liang Ju didn't fall asleep, she heard him open the door and enter the house.

It seems that the Lantern Festival party next door is watching a live broadcast, and it is very lively, on the contrary, this room is so quiet that you can hear a needle.

Mao Dong turned over slightly, facing Liang Ju's back.

The sound of the TV next door is getting louder and louder, Liang Ju can't sleep, and he doesn't know if Mao Dong, who is sleeping on the floor, has slept.

After a long time, she asked softly, "Are you asleep?" โ€

"Nope. What about you? โ€

"You're stupid, of course I don't." Liang Ju chuckled.

The boring conversation now sounds very affectionate.

Liang Ju opened his eyes and looked at the bright moonlight outside the window, Mao Dong opened his eyes, and his eyes were full of her back in the dark night.

"Since you can't sleep, let's talk with me for a while." Liang Ju said.

The cushion on the bed was moved under the bed, but fortunately, the landlord still left a few thick quilts here, so Liang Ju put a few more layers of quilts on the wooden bed, and laid a few layers on Mao Dong's mattress.

One of the two people slept on a wooden bed without a mattress, and the other lay on the ground without a board and a mattress.

said that he wanted to chat, but there was no suitable topic for a while.

The bright moonlight is like a smooth silk gently touching the heart, both gentle and itchy.

Under the night sky, Liang Ju lay on his side on the bed, hugging the quilt and staring at the moonlight hanging high outside the window.

She recalled many things, remembered when she was a child, remembered her grandmother, remembered last year, on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, the whole family gathered around her grandmother to watch the Lantern Festival party.

She asked him slowly, "Did you feel the same way back then?" โ€

When you lost your loved ones, you were the same as me, so sad and tormented?

Mao Dong understood her question and said 'um'.

She still has her parents and him, but there was no one in Mao Dong at that time, only he was left.

Liang Ju: "What happened later?" โ€

Mao Dong withdrew his gaze that had been staring at Liang Ju's back and turned to the window.

Later, he was depressed for most of the year, borrowing alcohol all day to kill his sorrows, and he didn't find a job for half a year after graduation, and he didn't drink heavily for half a day and night, and the whole person fell to the bottom.

"Later, I met you." He said slowly, in a low voice.

Liang Ju turned over and faced Mao Dong face to face, "You mean that I met you at the school gate for the first time that winter, and I still fought with you?" โ€

There was a snickering in her voice, Mao Dong looked at her lying on the bed in the dark shadow, and said with a smile: "You still remember the first time you met, you were so reckless." โ€

Liang Ju laughed out loud embarrassedly.

She asked, "I remember you had a lot of blood on your hands. โ€

Looking back on the past, I realized that it was really a long, long time past.

"I made it myself."

"For your eldest brother's sake?"

"Hmm."

At that time, Mao Dong suffered from depression, he said very little, only knew how to drink, he happened to have just returned from Harbin on the day he met Liang Ju, watching his eldest brother's ashes sink into the ground during the day, and he drank alone at night, and fought with a group of thugs. He was injured in his hand and was taken to the hospital by his aunt, and he sneaked out of the hospital again.

It was because of the injury to his hand that day that he felt that as long as he bled himself, the guilt in his heart would be less, so Mao Dong began to abuse himself, carrying everyone behind his back and cutting his hand with a blade.

"Then I was forcibly taken to the hospital by my aunt, who suspected that I was mentally ill." Mao Dong chuckled lightly, his tone self-deprecating, "Actually, I'm just upset." โ€

Liang Ju couldn't stand it, and his heart seemed to be pinched. "When are you alright?"

Mao Dong lay on his back on the mattress, half of his face hidden in the darkness, half in the moonlight.

"Because of Zhong Ling."

In the silence of the night, the moonlight casts on the quiet room.

"Zhong Ling?" Liang Ju repeats gently.

Zhong Ling went to the hospital every day to take care of Mao Dong and talk to him. At first, Mao Dong didn't want to see her, so she sat on the edge of the bed and talked to herself, saying a lot of things. Mao Dong couldn't even remember what she said, but he remembered that later, slowly, he began to hope that she could come to the hospital to see him. For a while, Zhong Ling became his spiritual pillar, and seeing her was like seeing Mao Bei.

"Then you do it to her"

"Just with apologies, and responsibility."

Liang Ju didn't speak again, Mao Dong turned his head to look at her, "Girl, are you thinking cranky again?" โ€

"Nope." Liang Ju denied it.

Mao Dong snickered and put his hands under his head.

"Actually, the first time I met you, I have always been obsessed with you."

Liang Ju swore that this was the first time she had heard Mao Dong confess so โ–กโ–ก.

Biting his lip and laughing, he didn't want him to hear it. Liang Ju asked, "You fell in love with me at first sight?" โ€

"So to speak." He replied frankly.

"Haha!" Still couldn't help laughing out loud, Liang Ju said proudly: "It turns out that I am so attractive." โ€

The corners of his mouth were slightly hooked, and Mao Dong looked at her on the bed, "There is such a point." โ€

"Where is a little, a lot of good!"

Seeing her happy appearance, Mao Dong also pursed his lips and smiled.

"Then later, why did you let me take the initiative to chase you when you saw me again?" Liang Ju got up from the bed and pointed to Mao Dong on the ground, "Say, did you mean it?" โ€

Mao Dong still rested his head on his arm and propped up one leg, "It's really not." โ€

"Why is that?"

"Later, I got to know you a little bit, and I found that you girl was really a tiger for a while."

"Mao Dong, you die!" Along with Liang Ju's words, there was also a large pillow that hit Mao Dong's completely defenseless face.

"Alas, why are you still beating people, you are coming up again." Mao Dong took the pillow off her face and threw her back on the bed.

Liang Ju was not convinced, "What's wrong with me?" โ€

"When you drink, you either beat someone or confess to a man casually, I rescued you to the hotel, and you still think I did something to you. Do you say you're a tiger or not? โ€

"I" Liang Ju was speechless, stunned and didn't know how to refute.

"Mao Dong, you bully people!"

The pillow has become a weapon to beat people again, Liang Ju jumped out of bed with the pillow and hit Mao Dong, she is on top, he is below, and he has the advantage of geographical location.

Mao Dong naturally won't come with her, no matter how heavy the pillow hits his body, it won't hurt very much, Mao Dong covered his head with a quilt, and recalled Liang Ju's stupid things for her one by one in the quilt.

"Meet you again, you choke me at the door of the men's toilet like a nymphomaniac, you faint and save you, you think I made you strong"

"Mao Dong, you are a bad person, you still say? Let you say again."

"Oops!" I don't know if it's true or not, Mao Dong wailed, and Liang Ju immediately stopped in fright.

She was worried that it would hurt him, and she froze there, motionless. Mao Dong pulled down the quilt and looked at her with a smile, "I don't know who it is, if we meet again, they will force me to drink and confess"

"Yikes! You" knew that he was playing with her, and Liang Ju started a new round of pillow fights.

This round has passed, and Liang Ju is tired enough. Beating people is also an individual job, and when she has had enough, she lies on her back on the bed, tired and panting.

Mao Dong heard that there was no movement outside the quilt, so he quietly stuck his head out of the quilt.

He sat up, craned his neck to look at her on the bed, and asked with a smile, "Tired?" If you're not tired, let's continue? โ€

"Hmph, bad guy." Liang Ju ignored him, turned around, and faced the window.

Mao Dong chuckled and stretched out his arm to push her, "How is it, are you happy?" โ€

When he asked, she realized that she was sweating, and her mood was really much happier than just now. The pain of losing a loved one cannot be completely dissipated for a while, but at least it has been vented a lot now.

"You beat me up for using yourself as a human punching bag?" Liang Ju turned around, a little moved.

Mao Dong reached out and rubbed her short hair, and returned to the quilt on the floor, "If you're in a good mood, go to sleep." โ€

Seeing Mao Dong's big man of more than 1.8 meters sleeping on the floor aggrievedly, thinking of these things he had done silently for her, Liang Ju felt like a fish in his throat.

In the dark, she sat on the bed and watched the silhouette of him sleeping on the floor, and said slowly, "Thank you." โ€

Mao Dong stretched out a hand from the quilt and waved it gently towards Liang Ju.

He just wants to do what he wants to do silently, he doesn't want others to thank him, he is not used to saying it, and he is not used to listening to such emotional words.