Chen Chuan's eyes widened suddenly, and he looked at his father in surprise, "You don't want my mother?" Father!? The boy asked, his lips trembling, his face pale, his eyes like the most innocent and fragile young beast. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

He broke free from his grandmother, walked over, squatted beside his father, grabbed Chen Aiguo's hand, and asked in a loud voice, "What is grandma talking about?" Don't you want a mother? What happened to my mom? He was sad and sad, and his eyes were red: "Dad, you speak." ”

"Your grandmother said that your mother was going to be hospitalized, and she called on the house to take money to treat your mother." Chen Aiguo explained in a deep voice that this man in the prime of life seemed to have aged ten years overnight. He patted the top of his son's head, "When your father-in-law (grandfather) died, he cleaned up the house." He broke away from his son, stood up and waited for his mother-in-law: "What do you want to do, now think of me, why is Li Qiuping crazy?" You're going to forget about it now?! ”

Chen Chuan's grandmother's eyes widened, as if she was suddenly choked, and she was silent.

Chen Aiguo's teeth chattered, "It's not that you people are thinking about it all day long, my daughter is going to drink pesticides?!" She's going to be mad?! The man's big finger knuckles, like a fan, were pinched crisply.

The rest of the room couldn't sit still. Third Aunt Chen Chuan stood up and shouted screaming: "Chen Aiguo, you make it clear!" What do you call us to harm the baby? What do you mean it's not that we're going to go crazy? The woman crossed her waist with one hand and pointed at Chen Aiguo's swarthy face with the other, and spit stars splashed everywhere: "It's not so easy for you to make it clear today!" You **** poke (you fool), your mother doesn't know how to sleep, there are many people who have you a swine fever......" She wanted to say further, and the corner of her eyes glanced at Chen Chuan from the corner of the house and slapped her thigh: "Chuan Wa'er, you don't have a conscience, your father doesn't care about your mother, you still have to beat your mother, you don't have a conscience!" ”

"Sanxian, you say it, don't scold people." Chen Chuan's hand holding the flat shoulder trembled violently. He took a deep breath, turned back to his father and asked, "Dad, what did you mean just now?" ”

"What the hell did my sister die? Why is my mom crazy? ”

Chen Aiguo looked at his son's desperate face in a daze, and he couldn't say anything full of heart. He broke Chen Chuan's hand, and noticed the young man's almost spasmodic trembling, and the man's anger turned into sadness, he turned his head to the room full of people and shouted: "Climb with Lao Tzu!" ”

The third aunt wanted to say something, but Chen Chuan's grandmother pulled her daughter's sleeve, and the two of them left Chen's house one after the other. The woman's scolding came in endlessly, and the people who watched the excitement dispersed with interest.

"Dad, let's go and bring my mother back......" Chen Chuan grabbed the corner of his father's clothes, his face was full of tears, and the young man's voice was hoarse, as if he could cough up blood in the next moment. He kept repeating: "Let's pick up my mother......"

Chen Aiguo tore his son's hand away, turned around and entered the stove room, Chen Chuan stood outside in despair, and his father's suppressed howl and cry reached his ears.

What the father told Chen Chuan about his sister's death and his mother's madness was still the countless versions he had heard in the past: his daughter was dissatisfied with the marriage and drank pesticides in a fit of rage, and the mother couldn't accept her daughter's death, and went crazy after overstimulation.

Chen Chuan didn't ask anything more. He just quietly asked his father when he would pick up his mother.

Chen Aiguo was silent for a while, and then said that he would take his wife back in a few days when the family was not busy.

There are many things that cannot be asked why. It's as if there are so many things that we can't say why.

On Sunday afternoon, Chen Chuan took the bus back to school. Chen Aiguo helped his son lift his schoolbag, and then said, "I'll send you today." ”

"Are you okay at home?" Chen Chuan was taken aback, but immediately regained his composure.

"It's all done."

Father and son walked along a rugged and winding mountain road to the base of the mountain. The autumn rain lingered, the sky was the color of lead gray again, and the clouds were heavy.

Chen Aiguo said: "It will rain at night. He asked Chen Chuan, "Do you have enough clothes to wear?" ”

"Enough." Chen Chuan stood still, "Dad, go home." ”

"Not yet." Chen Aiguo continued to walk forward.

"In a little while, it will be dark." Chen Chuan wanted to take off the schoolbag on his father's shoulder, "I'll go by myself, you take the schoolbag on my back." ”

Chen Aiguo took off his schoolbag and handed it to his son, but still insisted on sending his son to the station, "I took a flashlight, I'll send you." ”

"Then it's going to be dark when you get home later." Chen Chuan said while looking at the stone road.

"You can see it, don't worry."

Many years later, Chen Chuan still remembered that there was only him and his father in the dilapidated station under the dark sky, the rice had been harvested, and there were no undulating rice waves in sight, only layers of bare terraced fields. The air was heavy with water vapor, mixed with the smell of earth.

Later, when the car came, he got into the car and looked out the window, his father's figure became smaller and smaller, and finally he could only see the vast mountains and forests.

He turned his head, and the white stone pavement like a jade ribbon was spreading out in front of him.

"Chen Chuan, you haven't done the water yet?" Song Jia carried the kettle and shouted, "I've been waiting for a long time!" ”

Chen Chuan squeezed out with two kettles. "I'm two." He laughed and said, "Of course it's slower than you." ”

Song Jia watched him walk around with two pots, and said strangely, "I didn't find you so good at using water." ”

"It's always good to do more." Chen Chuan said.

Their dormitory was very close to the water room, and it took less than three minutes to walk back to the dormitory. Song Jia opened the door with a pot in one hand and a key in the other, he always believed that the bedroom was a place to rest, and never came back to read a book. Chen Chuan regretted that there was a full hour before the lights went out, and he would remember to bring a book back every time.

"You also have to learn how to adjust." Song Jia was very dissatisfied with this, he always had a disturbed conscience when he saw Chen Chuan's hard work, "Rest when it's time to rest, and study when it's time to study." ”

Chen Chuan nodded indispensably, "Yes." He sat down at his desk and opened the book.

Song Jia rolled his eyes. He knew that no matter what Chen Chuan said at this time, he would not be able to hear it, and he would always see that it was only ten minutes before the lights went out, and then he began to wash up and prepare for bed.

It's the end of November. Although most of the trees in Chongqing in the southwest do not shed their leaves, the temperature is getting lower and lower, and the humid air is as humid as ever, the cold and humidity have become a headache for countless people.

Song Jia has developed a habit of scalding his feet every day since he was a child, and every time he is full of a basin that is absolutely not mixed with cold water, it takes at least half an hour to finish each time. Chen Chuan didn't have this leisure, and he never felt that burning his feet was a very important thing, until not long ago, he washed his feet directly under the faucet. It wasn't until Song Jia finally couldn't stand it and ordered him to use hot water that Chen Chuan's footbath finally came into use.

When Song Jia finished scalding his feet and was about to go to bed, Chen Chuan got up, packed up his things and went to wash. Song Jia was bored and had nothing to do, so he swept his eyes around the house, and he always had a strange feeling when he saw the kettle.

He thought about it for a long time and still couldn't figure it out, until Chen Chuan came in with a small half basin of cold water and shouted: "Why do you still add cold water?" ”

Chen Chuan gave him a strange look. "I don't burn my feet."

"How comfortable it is to burn your feet in winter." Song Jia stood up straight and went to pick up the kettle to help Chen Chuan mix water. As a result, he lifted the kettle and weighed it and said, "Eh, why is it empty?" ”

"I still have it here." The kettle in Chen Chuan's hand rattled a few times, and Chen Chuan closed the lid.

"How much did you pour?" Song Jia came over a few steps to help Chen Chuan pour water, but as soon as he mentioned it, he found that it was very light, and when he opened it, there was no drop of water.

Chen Chuan slowly washed his feet as if he hadn't seen anything. After washing, dry it, put on your slippers and pour water. When he came back, he smiled when he saw Song Jia still in place, "You're not cold?" Why don't you go to bed? ”

"Am I using your water all the time?" Song Jia suddenly asked.

Chen Chuan didn't know what to say when he heard it. He had already discovered that a pot of water was absolutely not enough for Song Jia to scald his feet, and he naturally used it when he ran out of other pots and water. Chen Chuan didn't think it was a big deal, anyway, he couldn't use up his two pots, and it just so happened that Song Jia didn't waste it.

"I can't run out of it anyway." Chen Chuan muttered, and planned to burrow into the quilt.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Song Jia's voice sounded unhappy.

"It's not a big deal." Chen Chuan yawned, he always slept on time, and he was sleepy at the end of the day. I really don't have the energy to deal with Song Jia now.

Fortunately, Song Jia didn't say anything more. Chen Chuan's eyelids couldn't help sinking, he turned over, pulled the quilt up, and fell asleep.

Song Jia looked at Chen Chuan with a complicated expression for a long time. Finally, he sighed, not knowing whether to be angry or happy, and climbed into his bed.

The incandescent light flickered slightly and went out.

The next day, after evening self-study to fetch water, Chen Chuan just wanted to carry his kettle, and Song Jia said, "Bring it." ”

Chen Chuan didn't react, and asked stupidly: "What to take?" ”

"Kettle."

"This is my pot."

"You don't."

So from that day on, Song Jia mentioned Chen Chuan's pot, and Chen Chuan mentioned Song Jia's pot.

Fang Ping's parents are both in the Education Bureau, and he often hears a lot of gossip about students and teachers.

"What happened?" Chen Chuan asked with great interest.

"Not really, what age is this?" Fang Ping pursed his lips.

It was raining during recess that day, and several people were chatting in their seats, and Fang Ping talked about what he heard from his mother.

"Now students are in love, as long as it doesn't affect their grades, teachers don't bother to care about you." Fang Ping said, "Is this kind of thing too common? ”

"Zi said: Chromophobia is also." Zhao Mo has always liked to quote Confucius, he claims to be a disciple of Confucius, "Is it normal to have a heart of spring and admire Shaoai." ”

"Look at you like this, do you have someone you like?" Song Jia asked coldly.

"Nope." Zhao Mo didn't blink his eyes, "I am a believer in Plato." ”

"Sooner or later, you will become an immortal." Song Jia said angrily.

Chen Chuan looked at Song Jia and then at Zhao Mo in confusion, "Plato is a philosopher, I know. A big question mark was drawn on his face, "What does this have to do with Zhao Mo?" ”

Zhao Mo looked at Chen Chuan and sighed, "Old Chen knows that there is a son in mathematics, so he can roll in the grave with a smile." He said mercilessly, "It just so happens that you are still in your own family." ”

"Ignore him." Song Jia couldn't look at Zhao Mo's virtue, and he explained to Chen Chuan: "What Zhao Mo means is that he is actually not interested in falling in love. ”

Chen Chuan suddenly realized: "I understand this way." He complained and said, "Zhao Mo, you are too difficult to understand. ”

Zhao Mo glanced up at him, didn't say anything, and looked down again.

Song Jia felt a little uncomfortable when he saw it. Zhao Mo always has the greatest tolerance for Chen Chuan, and if this sentence is said by him, Zhao Mo can immediately take him on his heels.

"The WTO prohibits trade discrimination," Song Jia said indignantly: "Zhao Mo, you are discriminating against you and wasting your political science so well." ”

Zhao Mo spoke slowly: "Caring for the weak is the duty of every qualified member of society. He bites the words weak and qualified very hard.

Chen Chuan and Song Jia both understood this sentence.

"Where am I weak?"

"Where am I not qualified?"

"It's hard to buy money and I'm happy."

Chen Chuan died.

Song Jiayu died.