Chi Guang

Chapter 25 Someone Has Already Keeped Me Safe

In the dark corridor, you can't see your fingers. Before taking out the key in the dark, Xu Chichuan squeezed out the most obedient smile. Before the key was inserted into the keyhole, the door opened automatically, and Xu Youhua looked at it with a fake smile Looking at him, he raised his head and swallowed his saliva and smiled at the man: "Dad... I'm back..."

"Yo, you still know you're coming back," Xu Youhua choked on him lukewarmly: "I thought you'd never come back."

"It's not that I don't have one," he jumped into the bedroom and moved out of the queen mother to save his life: "I told my mother that I would spend the night outside."

The man pointed at the ticking clock on the wall with a feather duster: "Take a look at what time it is? Your mother said you will be back in the morning. Is it morning?"

Half an hour before twelve o'clock, Xu Chichuan shrank his head: "Is it called morning before twelve o'clock?"

Xu Youhua narrowed his eyes, and the feather duster in his hand was about to move: "What did you say?"

"Mom!!" Xu Chichuan pushed hard into Sijing's arms, covered his head and squeezed hard into the quilt: "Mom! Help me!"

"Okay, okay," patted a big lump protruding from the quilt, and Shen Sijing snatched the murder weapon from her husband's hand: "Isn't this back? Let's not make an example, I'm hungry, wash my hands and eat."

Footsteps left the bedroom, lifted the quilt and made a face at the man's back, Shen Sijing patted his head: "How are you doing, are you having fun?"

"Happy," Xu Chichuan jumped out of bed and took Shen Sijing's cell phone beside the bed: "Lend me to make a call."

Close the bedroom door and dial the phone, the phone rings and the other side connects, the voice becomes more and more low through the screen: "Who is there?"

"I," Xu Chichuan turned over on the bed, "I'm home."

The words on the other end of the phone are like gold: "Yes."

The slipper kicked off and fell to the ground with a rattling sound, holding the head of the phone and burying it in the pillow: "What do you want to eat on Monday morning? Or a sandwich?"

"can."

"Soymilk or milk?"

"Soy milk."

"Then go out to eat at noon, I want to eat the small noodles opposite."

"Ah."

"Is the cake finished?"

"No," Mu Shihai paused, "Go back and eat later."

"you are outside?"

"Well," the wheels rolled up dust, Liu Yiyu was biting his lip and looked at him shyly: "Call you back, I've hung up."

The sachet handed over was exquisitely embroidered. The moon-white satin was embroidered with black silk and gold thread to form a lifelike mandala. Four small characters of "Peace and happiness" were faintly visible in the lower right corner of the sachet.Liu Yiyu didn't dare to look up, her face was blushing and her heart was beating anxiously, her nails almost scratched her clothes: "Birthday present, for you."

A very beautiful sachet, with a light fragrance of agarwood sawdust, it looks like a carefully prepared gift for a long time.

Only he didn't intend to.

"Thank you, but you already gave me a scarf yesterday." Mu Shihai stepped back half a step and put his hand into his trouser pocket: "Therefore, there is no need for this."

The girl blushed, bit a tooth mark on her lower lip, and stubbornly raised her hand to take a step further: "This is worthless, just for safety."

"No need," the thin lips touched lightly, and the words he said one by one were sober and hurtful, Mu Shihai lightly rubbed the beads on his right wrist: "Someone has already kept me safe;"

The tone of refusal became more straightforward each time: "Sorry." After saying that, he reached out to hail a taxi and turned to leave, ignoring Liu Yiyu's eyes that were already full of tears.

There was the sound of running water on the first floor, Ye Jing was still taking a shower in the bathroom, Yin Zhimei and Mu Shiyu hadn't come back, Mu Shihai opened the refrigerator and took out the unfinished cake from yesterday, turned on the TV and sat cross-legged on the carpet to watch while eating. Five minutes later, Ye Jing came out wrapped in a bathrobe, and saw the cake plate in front of Mu Shihai that had almost bottomed out, and was speechless for a long time: "You..."

Mu Shihai licked the spoon: "What about me?"

"Don't you don't eat cake?" Ye Jing felt that she had been hit hard: "You fucking licked the birthday cake I gave you last year, and finally frowned. Mu Shihai, I need a reasonable cake." explanation of."

"I don't eat cakes that are not sincere." Mu Shihai swallowed the last mouthful of cream and wiped his mouth: "Next time you make one yourself, I will definitely eat three bites."

Ye Jing threw the towel, pointed at the back of someone who went upstairs and complained in blood and tears: "Bah!!! You are so beautiful!"

Dark curtains block out the scorching afternoon sun, and fine dust floats in the air.Mu Shihai turned on the light, took out a new set of sheets from the closet, and began to tear down the bed.The woody smell mixed with lavender was scattered in every corner of the bed, shaking off and breathing into the lungs, after removing the second pillow, Mu Shihai stopped, and smelled the quilt with his nose - no smell, not dirty .

The quilt was put back in the closet, on the clean and tidy big bed, two pillows leaned against the head of the bed quietly, the lights were turned off and the door was closed, leaving the room in silence.

A week later, Mu Shihai received a package quietly sent by Ye Jing at school. The postmark came from Barcelona, ​​Spain.The square express box was left unopened on the table, Xu Chichuan approached curiously: "What is this?"

"express delivery."

"Who sent it?"

"my mother."

"Your mother?" Xu Chichuan bit his nails, his brows were a little tangled: "Why didn't you send it home?"

"It's not her." The scissors cut through the tape and made a tearing sound, revealing the sealed foam paper. The tape and foam pad were thrown into the discarded box as garbage, and Mu Shihai took out the gift in the box—a very Textured vinyl records.The hand-painted packaging depicts the sparkling Danube River under the moonlight. The river flows through the city in the night, and the fingertips caress through the packaging. The slender and sharp eyebrows and eyes are soft: "It's my mother." ;"

Xu Chichuan's right eyelid twitched twice, and the pen in his hand turned white.

"She divorced Mu Xingyong."

It was Mu Xingyong who was talking about, not my father.

My heart suddenly tightened.Those unexplainable but hard-to-find clues suddenly surfaced, and the hourglass scattered in the thick mist finally connected into a thread: the man who only appeared once at the birthday party from the beginning to the end beat Mu Shihai almost to death. The one who dared to run into the room to provoke her, the woman who took her youngest son back to her natal home on her birthday, the boy who vomited pale due to hypoglycemia after morning exercises before sharing sandwiches, the one who occasionally came to class with fatigue and burnout The back view, the light sleep during the lunch break, the vigilance that wakes up whenever there is any movement, and those phone calls that I haven't heard before, but every time it makes Mu Shihai look down...

In my mind, I have already imagined a family ethics series of "the parents of a wealthy family divorced, and the biological son was squeezed out and abused by the stepmother". Pitiful.His heart softened instantly like a sponge full of water. Xu Chichuan dropped his pen and grabbed the hem of his school uniform: "Is it a record? Why did Auntie ask you to give this?"

"Yes," Mu Shihai put away the record, smiling to ease the tension in his jaw: "Concerto in E Minor, Mendelssohn."

Xu Chichuan's eyes widened and his mouth opened slightly: "You can play the violin?!"

"In a little while, it's been a long time."

After Mu Shiyu was born, he never pulled it again.

The violin that once exuded rosin is now lying at the bottom of the bed piled with ashes.

"That's great!" The boy shook his arm excitedly, his white sleeves were scratched a few times, and the two dimples on the left and right were filled with anticipation: "When it's my birthday, you can play it for me once." ?"

"..."

"Is it okay?" I put my hands together on my lips and begged him pitifully: "The simplest thing is fine, little Xingxing? Two tigers? A section is fine, as long as it is pulled by you."

Mu Shihai pursed his lips and lowered his eyelids slightly, the green tangerine branches outside the window swayed, and the golden light leaked on his wrist, making the red sandalwood beads more and more warm and round: "When?"

"April 25," rubbed his hands and tugged at the corner of his clothes: "Promise me~"

"elder brother."

"……it is good."