According to my mother... Jiang Cheng suddenly felt that this title was a bit strange, and his thoughts were strangely interrupted. He couldn't remember what he said at this moment.

In his more than ten years of life, his parents and family were just the only ones. Whether the relationship was good or bad, his mother was just the woman named Chen Yiqing, his father was the man named Jiang Wei, and his two twin brothers... but now there was a sudden extra set of things, Li Baoguo and... several names he had forgotten.

It's really a bit too hard to twist.

His relationship with his family is indeed very tense. Whether it is his parents or younger brother, he gets angry when he touches him, and becomes angry when he sees him. He hasn't spoken to his younger brother for almost a year, and even his mother, who has always been calm and self-control, has lost all kinds of ruthlessness.

But even though this state lasted from his junior high school to high school, even if he often thought about not wanting to go home, not wanting to see his parents again, and not wanting to see those two faces that looked the same... When this moment came to him as his wish came true, he was still confused.

It's Meng.

Very confused.

Starting from my mother saying "I have something to tell you", the cold war and procedures have been handled for several months, and until now, everything seems like a dream that cannot be returned to the truth.

Most of the time he didn't feel much pain or pain.

All that is just Meng.

"Is it cold?" Li Baoguo turned around and asked, coughing a few times, "Is it much colder than you before?"

"Yes." Jiang Cheng replied in the mask.

"It's warm when you go back to the house," said Li Baoguo, coughing and talking loudly, squirting his face, "I specially cleaned up a room for you."

"Thank you." Jiang Cheng replied, raising his hand and pulling his mask.

"What are we thanking each other?" Li Baoguo coughed and smiled and patted him on his back twice, "We will not thank you!"

Jiang Cheng couldn't respond to him. The two slaps were quite strong. He had already taken the cold air and wanted to cough. After hearing Li Baoguo's cough, he wanted to cough even more. After two more slaps, he bent down and coughed wildly at the ground, and almost coughed out tears.

"You are not very good at health," Li Baoguo looked at him, "You have to exercise. I was as strong as a bear when I was so old."

Jiang Cheng didn't say anything, bent over and stretched out his arms, and gave him a thumbs up.

Li Baoguo laughed happily: "Exercise! I will have to rely on you to serve you in the future!"

Jiang Cheng stood up and looked at him.

"Let's go." Li Baoguo patted him again.

"Don't touch me." Jiang Cheng frowned.

"Yo?" Li Baoguo was stunned, his eyes widened, and he looked at him, "What?"

Jiang Cheng looked at him for a while, then pulled down his mask: "Don't pat my back."

Li Baoguo's home is on an old street, with dilapidated and full of life-like shops on both sides, with food, clothing, daily necessities, and low buildings on the shops.

Jiang Cheng looked up and looked around through various interlaced wires. He couldn't tell the true colors of the exterior walls, and he didn't know if it was dark or it was like this.

He followed Li Baoguo into a corridor, walked through a pile of miscellaneous items and vegetables, and walked to the innermost door on the first floor.

"The conditions are definitely not as good as yours," Li Baoguo said as he opened the door, "But mine is yours!"

Jiang Cheng didn't say anything, looking at a light bulb wrapped in a spider web in the corridor, feeling that the light bulb was about to be breathless.

"My is yours!" Li Baoguo opened the door and turned around and patted him twice on his shoulder, "Your is mine! This is the two of you!"

"Don't touch me after saying that." Jiang Cheng said irritably.

"Oh," Li Baoguo entered the house and turned on the light, "I'm really spoiled. I just talk to my elders like this. I told you, I've never been spoiled by your brother and sister. If you had been growing up at home, I would have been convinced... Come, you sleep in this house... Your brother used to..."

Jiang Cheng didn't go and heard what Li Baoguo was talking about, so he dragged his box into the inner room. This house was a two-bedroom apartment. I don't know how the family lived in the past.

This house I cleaned up... I probably haven't cleaned up much. I can tell it without my eyes and nose. There is a faint smell of mold in the smell of dust.

An old wardrobe, a desk, and a shelf bed with debris on the top, but the lower bunk was packed out, and the sheets and quilts were all newly replaced.

"Please keep things and clean up tomorrow," said Li Baoguo, "We are two men and women who drink two drinks first."

"What are you drinking?" Jiang Cheng was stunned for a moment, looked at his phone, it was almost ten o'clock.

"Wine," Li Baoguo looked at him, "We haven't seen each other for more than ten years, why don't we drink some? Celebrate!"

"...No," Jiang Cheng was speechless, "I don't want to drink."

"Don't want to drink?" Li Baoguo's eyes widened, glared at him for two seconds before narrowing his eyes again, and laughed, "You haven't drunk it, are you? You're all in high school..."

"I don't want to drink," Jiang Cheng interrupted him, "I want to sleep."

"Sleep?" Li Baoguo froze for a while before waved his hand and walked out, saying in a thick voice, "Okay, okay, you sleep, sleep."

Jiang Cheng closed the door of the room and stood in the room for almost five minutes before going to open the wardrobe door.

As soon as the door was opened, he was stunned by the smell of mothballs coming to his face. A two-door wardrobe, half filled with quilts, blankets, old cotton coats, and bleached towels that were almost tassel.

This feeling is hard to describe. Jiang Cheng is sure that he has not started to miss his home and family who are several hours away, but he has really begun to miss his room crazily.

He took a few pieces of clothes from the box and hung them in the wardrobe, put them in the suitcase and stuffed them under the cabinet, took out a bottle of perfume and sprayed them in the wardrobe for about ten times, then closed the cabinet door and sat on the edge of the bed.

The phone rang, took it out and looked at it, and the number showed "Mom", and he answered the phone.

"Are you here?" My mother's voice came from there.

"Yes." Jiang Cheng responded.

"The conditions are not as good as the home here," said my mother, "it may take some time to get used to it."

"No need." Jiang Cheng said.

My mother paused: "Xiaocheng, I still hope you don't think..."

"I didn't think it." Jiang Cheng said.

"The family has never treated you badly in the past ten years. Your father and I have never let you know that you were adopted, right?" My mother's voice was as harsh as usual.

"But I still know now," said Jiang Cheng, "and he has been driven out."

"Don't forget, your father has been angry with you and entered the hospital! He has not been discharged yet!" My mother raised her voice.

Jiang Cheng didn't say anything. He couldn't figure out what the relationship between his father's hospitalization for pneumonia had to do with him.

What else my mother said later? He didn't hear clearly. This was his skill. Things he didn't want to listen to could really not get into his mind.

My mother's stern and empty accusations and his opinion that communication methods were completely ineffective were the fuses for his collapse.

He didn't want to hear it, and he didn't want to quarrel in this strange environment that made him feel uncomfortable all over.

When the phone hung up, he could no longer remember what he had said before, what his mother said, and what he said, but he could no longer remember what he said.

Want to take a shower, Jiang Cheng got up and opened the door, looked into the living room, and there was no one.

He cleared his throat and coughed a few times, but no one responded.

"Are you... here?" He walked into the living room, really didn't know what he should call Li Baoguo.

The room is very small, and you can see all the doors of the bedroom, kitchen and toilet in the living room at a glance. Li Baoguo is not in the room anymore.

I'll go to play cards, and I have to play a few people when I meet up with me at the intersection.

"Come on, play cards anyway, there's a lot of time," Jiang Cheng sang and pushed open the toilet door, "Come on, take a shower anyway..."

There is no water heater in the toilet.

"Anyway..." He continued singing, looking back at the kitchen connected to the toilet, but did not see the water heater. He only saw an electric heater on the faucet. "Anyway..."

He couldn't continue singing anymore. After turning twice to make sure there was no water heater in the room, he felt so upset that he smashed the faucet: "Fuck."

After wandering outside for a day, he couldn't sleep without taking a shower.

Finally, he had to go back to the room and drag his suitcase out, and took out a folding bucket, put the water into the toilet in buckets in his underwear, and half wiped and half washed the shower.

When he walked out of the toilet, a cockroach ran past his feet. He jumped up and hid, almost hitting the door.

When he returned to the house and turned off the lights and was about to go to bed forcibly, Jiang Cheng noticed that there were no curtains in the house. The reason why he had never seen the scene outside the window was that the glass was too dirty.

He pulled the quilt over, hesitated for a moment and then pulled the quilt to smell it. He was relieved after confirming it was clean, and he was no longer in a mood to sigh.

After closing my eyes for about half an hour, my eyes were sore and I was not sleepy. I was about to sit up and smoke a cigarette, but my cell phone rang.

He took it over and took a look. It was a message sent by Pan Zhi.

I fuck, are you leaving? What's the situation now?

Jiang Cheng lit a cigarette, dialed Pan Zhi's number, walked to the window with the cigarette in his mouth, trying to open the window.

The windows were covered with dust and rust. He struggled for a long time. Pan Zhi answered the phone, but the window was still motionless.

"Chen?" Pan Zhi pressed his voice like a thief.

"Fuck." Jiang Cheng's finger was thorned by something, and he frowned and cursed, giving up the idea of ​​opening the window.

"What's going on?" Pan Zhi still suppressed his voice, "I heard Yu Xin say you're leaving today? Did you tell me when you left? I also bought a bunch of things to be given to you!"

"Send it to me." Jiang Cheng put on his coat, walked to the living room with a cigarette in his mouth, opened the door and wanted to go out. He took a step and remembered that he had no keys, so he had to retreat and open the window of the living room.

The irritability in my heart is like a storm. As long as I get upset for another dime, I can sing an angry battle song.

"You've passed?" Pan Zhi asked.

"Yes." Jiang Cheng leaned against the windowsill and looked at the dark street outside.

"How is it? How about your biological father?" Pan Zhi asked again.
To be continued...