The night was quiet and serene, Su Liang wrote down a series of formulas in the dim light, but in his ears, there were ominous quarrels.

Sighing, Su Liang closed the book, came to the window sullenly, looked at the brightly lit night scene outside, and fell into deep thought.

I don't know how long it has been, Mom and Dad have not sat down to talk calmly, nor have they slept in the same bed. Occasionally, because they have to study to take care of themselves, they can't be disturbed, so they will go back to their bedrooms. But when I got up the next morning, I accidentally saw that the pillows were all placed backwards.

Same bed, different dreams

And the reason for their quarrel is even more small than a small matter. It's nothing more than Suning getting off work late, and it's not safe at more than eleven o'clock, but his father doesn't care about it and sleeps. Or maybe they don't help with housework at all, and they just do the shopkeeper......

But Su Liang knew that it was this little thing that pressed Suning out of breath.

"I won't quarrel with you, my daughter hasn't eaten dinner yet, you can take care of yourself."

After a long time, Suning said in a choked voice.

Immediately afterwards, Su Liang heard the sound of washing vegetables in the kitchen, and the sound of water mixed with slight sobbing made Su Liang feel very uncomfortable.

Since they torture each other, it is better to simply separate. If this is the case when you get married in the future, it is better not to get married.

It's just that somehow, when I think of getting married, the first thing that comes to my mind is Yu Chen's blushing face when he watched the cartoon that day.

"How could you have thought of that guy?" Su Liang muttered, quickly opened the heavy book, and fell headlong into the ocean of knowledge.

On the other side, Yu Chen sneezed violently and rubbed his nose. Looking at the simple dinner in the bowl and the empty home, I felt a little lonely for a while.

Obviously, I have lived alone for many years, and I am basically used to being alone, and I don't even feel lonely. But Su Liang came in just one afternoon, and he broke his habit for so many years.

He began to feel that his dinner alone was tasteless, and that this unpopular home was even more lifeless. I began to miss the cozy dinner and the little figure nestled on the sofa that day.

Losing his appetite, Yu Chen simply stood up, emptied the rest of the things into the trash, and tidied up the dining table.

When it was all over, he walked into the bedroom, pulled out a picture from the drawer, and looked at it in a daze. And the memory, as if it goes back many years.

At that time, he was still young, and his body was just enough to reach the pool, watching his mother carefully make soup, while patiently teaching him: "Chen'er, if you have someone you like in the future, you will boil the soup recipe that your mother gave you and boil it for her to drink." But ah, you can only boil it to one person, understand? ”

At that time, he only remembered that the soup was so delicious that he didn't want to share it with anyone at all. I don't know why, but I have to give others to drink what I have worked so hard to come up with.

The woman in the photo has delicate facial features, which is seven points similar to Yu Chen, and her eyes are full of love. And what he was holding in his arms was Yu Chen, who had just been born for a long time.

"I think I've found the person who can make her soup, Mother." Yu Chen touched the photo that was already a little old and slightly white, and said.

At this time, the mobile phone screen placed on the side suddenly lit up, Yu Chen looked at the string of numbers, and his eyes pressed a few points. The hand lingered on the red button for a moment, but it still picked it up.

"Chenchen, have you eaten dinner?" The phone was cut off, and a deep male voice asked slowly: "The exam is coming soon, why don't you come home and have a care?" ”

"It's not my home anymore." Yu Chen was tepid and angry, and said with a heavy alienation: "It's not early, I'm going to study, I don't have anything to say, just hang up."

"Xiao Chen...... I didn't mean to ...... your mother's thing."

Before he could finish speaking, Yu Chen hung up the phone casually and threw it aside. He collapsed on the soft bed, put a hand on his eyes lightly, and sighed softly for a long time.

……

At the dinner table, a family of three was eating quietly, except for the occasional chopsticks touching the bowl and making a slight movement, everything was so quiet that it was weird.

It's not so much a family as a stranger.

Su Liang lowered his head and ate the plate of fried vegetables in front of him, and saw that there were still some chicken essences on the leaves that had not melted, and the yellow ones were a little disgusting. It can be seen that the people who stir-fry are indeed absent-minded. But he didn't say anything, and put down the dishes and chopsticks after eating.

If so, it's better to eat alone.

Su Liang suddenly remembered that the old man in the bookstore downstairs always soaked steamed buns in sugar water alone, and ate his own dinner silently on the old TV more than 20 years ago. Pushing it away, the old man looked up

I've been reading books in the bookstore for so long, and I haven't said anything to that old man, so let's go and bring him some food today.

After making up his mind, Su Liang went to the refrigerator and turned out the dumplings he had wrapped before, heated them up, packed them in a lunch box, said hello to his mother, and went downstairs.

The lights are dim, the signs are old, and there are some old-fashioned songs playing in the store. Babbling, because the tape is not very good, I can't hear it clearly.

I don't know why I can let an old man guard this deserted shop for so many years. If you sell it, life will be a little better.

With a squeak, the glass door was pushed open, and the old man slowly raised his head to help his reading glasses, and smiled: "Sure enough, it's still you, go see it yourself." ”

Who else could it be, the old man lowered his head lonely and sorted out the things on the table.

A small plate of radish kimchi, a bowl of white rice, the old man is no longer very neat with chopsticks, his hands are always shaking when he goes to pick up vegetables, and several times, they all fall on the table. The old man didn't dislike it, so he picked it up and ate it.

Perhaps, it would be much better to have a spoon. Su Liang thought so

"I'm not going to read today, I've brought you some dumplings, don't dislike the ones at home, eat them while they're hot." Su Liang curled his eyebrows and smiled slightly, and handed over the food box in his hand.

"Oh, this ...... How embarrassing is that? The old man seemed a little overwhelmed, put down his chopsticks, and wiped his hand on his patched clothes: "When people are old, they can eat anything, and it's good not to be hungry." ”

"It's always right to eat something good, thank you for taking care of me for so long." Su Liang put the things on the table and said.

This is the truth, when he doesn't have any pocket money, he just looks at it and doesn't buy it, the old man never says anything, and he always laughs when he sees Su Liang.

"I'm about to lose my teeth, and I'm struggling to eat, thank you, little girl." The old man opened his mouth, as if he wanted Su Liang to see his few teeth. Suddenly, he felt that it was inappropriate, closed his mouth and smiled, his gray beard shook and shook, and he looked like an old naughty boy.

"No thanks, old man, I don't know what your name is?" Su Liang asked softly.

"The old man's name is Hu Zhong, loyal and loyal, just call me Grandpa Hu." Hu Zhong stroked his beard and said with a smile.

"Okay, Grandpa Hu, I'll go first, I'll come to see you often after the college entrance examination." Su Liang nodded, and said goodbye to this warm little bookstore.

As the exam gets closer and closer, you must not relax and study hard.

"The little girl started to laugh......" Hu Zhong opened the lunch box, and the fragrance came to his nose, although the bag was not very good-looking. But that full of fillings, at first glance, is the standard of home.

In addition, Su Liang also prepared some vinegar and a few garlic cloves. Hu Zhong picked up the small lunch box and carefully clipped one to his mouth, for fear that it would fall to the ground.

After a while, he squinted his eyes, blinked at the deserted bookstore, and sighed, "It's been a long time...... Haven't you ever eaten dumplings? ”

After bidding farewell to Hu Zhong, Su Liang hurried home. It was already dark, and she couldn't help but feel a little hairy after reading a few chapters of horror novels.

In addition, the light in the corridor was also broken today, thinking of this, I couldn't help but shrink my neck, put my hand in my trouser pocket and speed up the pace.

When passing downstairs, Su Liang suddenly caught a glimpse of a white figure on the first floor, and couldn't help but feel nervous, silently squatting at the door, poking his head in, wanting to see what it was.

I saw the white figure, rummaging through the utility room on the first floor for a long time, before finding a dirty black bag. After flicking off the dust on it, he gently lifted out the contents of the contents.

Just when Su Liang's mind was open and he thought that he was killing someone and hiding the corpse, the man slowly took out a guqin, and sat at the staircase and played it.

The voice was amazing, mysterious, lonely, resentful. Like a gust of wind through a long dark tunnel, or like the whispering of leaves in a canyon at night. Sometimes it's a little sharp, and sometimes it's terrifying.

Just as the silence arrives in the darkness, the sorrow of the lonely whale looking for friends permeates the heart, and it is very moving.

Therefore, when you hear its sad voice, you will not be stained with tears, and you will smell tears. The so-called loneliness is nothing more than this.

Su Liang squatted behind the door and listened for a while, and poked his head out on the side of the door, wanting to see who could play such a tune. It's just that before he had time to take a closer look, a young man in white stood in front of him. Su Liang was so frightened that he almost sat on the ground.

Through the faint moonlight, Su Liang saw the appearance of the person in front of him: fair-skinned and thin, handsome and handsome, with very marked facial features, a pair of eyes like spars immersed in water, but the corners of the eyes were slightly raised to look charming. The hands are even more eye-catching, with distinct and slender bones, as if they were born to play the piano.

"I don't know if Yu Boya played the piano at the beginning, could Zhong Ziqi be as embarrassed as a girl?" Some indifferent male voices rang in his ears, but there was no mockery.

Before Su Liang could say anything, the man skillfully put the piano back, put it in the depths of the utility room, and turned around and entered the house.

"What, such a good technique doesn't put the piano well, and you are not afraid of breaking the strings if you throw it away?" Su Liang muttered quietly while patting the dust off his pants.