Chapter 116 Chapter 115

The next day, Zhuo Liang got up very early to go to work, Shi Yan also got up, and before the child woke up, he cooked a bowl of noodles for Zhuo Zhuo, and specially added some of his favorite chili oil.He was sweating all over after eating, and in the end he couldn't bear to let go of the few sticks left at the bottom of the bowl. He couldn't pick them up with his chopsticks, and even drank the soup together, so he choked and coughed. She poured him a glass of cold boiled water, and found a towel to wipe his sweat.I didn't feel it under the light last night, but during the day she found that he seemed to be a lot older, darker, thinner, and his hair was cut short, which was very chaotic, and there were some black things embedded in his fingernails In fact, more than half of the previous image of intellectuals has disappeared, as if once you work as a printer, you are moving closer to the working class both physically and mentally.

She felt very sad, and felt that he was very pitiful. He seemed to have never really enjoyed the basic pleasures of life since he was a child.There was a strange feeling in her heart, she really hoped that he was her brother or some kind of relative, even if he was a neighbor, then she would cook for him every day and let him enjoy the food, she would not care whether he cared or not Whether she takes care of her or not, it's enough to see him eating the food she cooks so sweetly.But he is not her brother, relative or neighbor, so she feels differently about him. If he doesn't care about her, doesn't take care of her, doesn't consider her, she feels boring and would rather not be with him.

She hesitated and didn't know how to say goodbye to him. She wanted to make another statement to him that she left him not because he was in trouble, but because of her feelings.But she thinks it is better not to say, maybe he is more willing to understand her as a snob, then he will not feel bad about her departure, because it is not his reason, it is a political reason, it is her too much. villain.She knew that he has always been like this, always loves to occupy the moral high ground, and never admits that he is wrong, maybe he can only accept certain facts in this way. He drank water and asked her when she was going to go back. She said she would leave immediately because her father had to go back to work. I don't have time to accompany him, old man, and I'm afraid I'll hurt you, so I won't be so polite. I'm off to work, you can do what you want."

After Shi Yan waited for the elders and children to wake up, she bid farewell to Aunt Qiao and the nanny.After returning home, Yao’s mother reported, “That kid at the corner of the street came to ask you to answer the phone last night—” She held her breath: "Really? Did you - help pick it up?" "I asked the kid to go and say you're not at home, but he refused and insisted that I pick it up, so I ran to pick it up. The kid asked me for two dollars and went—" She immediately took out two yuan and returned it to Yao's mother, ignoring her father's presence, and asked, "Who is calling?"

"It was your classmate who called and asked where you had been. I said you went to your mother-in-law's house with your father. He asked you if you would come back at night, and I said no—" She groaned secretly, it must be Huang Hai who called, and now she must have left him with the impression that she was with Excellence.Originally, it was okay for him to have this impression, because he himself lived in his father-in-law's house, but she was wronged! She waited until her father left before calling Huang Hai, but no one answered in the laboratory, and the dormitory said she was not in.She waited on pins and needles until the evening, and then called again, but no one answered.She ran back and interrogated Yao's mother: "He said he didn't say what his last name was?"

"He didn't say—I didn't ask—" "Did he say he would call again?" "No--" She was disappointed, maybe it wasn't Huang Hai, maybe it was a classmate from her teacher college who came to D city from the countryside to do business, and thought of finding a resting place here.But she remembered that she had just moved here not long ago, and she hadn't had time to get in touch with the students from the teacher's college, and Yao Xiaoping didn't even know the phone number at the street corner, because Yao Xiaoping always called the steel factory children's middle school directly.Huang Hai was the only one who knew the phone number at the street corner, and it was Huang Hai's invention to call the child on the phone, so it couldn't be someone else who called last night, it could only be Huang Hai.

She called several times at night, but still couldn't find Huang Hai.She was completely desperate, and it was likely that he had heard about her going to her mother-in-law's house and thought she had gone back there to live with Excellence, so he avoided her.She was a little bit aggrieved, why can you live in my father-in-law's house, but I can't live in my mother-in-law's house, let alone I have to go to my mother-in-law's house.If you just ignore me because of such a small matter, then you are too stingy. When she took a shower and was about to go to bed, the kid on the street came to call her phone.She asked Mother Yao to help watch the sleeping child, and ran to the street to answer the phone by herself.It was Huang Hai who called. Before she had time to express her surprise, he was overwhelmed by him. His voice was full of surprise: "You——are you back? I didn't even count on it—it's just that I'm not reconciled—— Call again—didn’t expect—”

"I've been back a long time ago. My dad sent me back yesterday. He—must go—to see—Excellent Mother—so I went with him for a while. How are you?" "Me? It's fine—how are you? How is Mr. Zhuo?" She didn't want to waste the good time on Excellence, so she said in a general way: "It's pretty good, you - are you at work?" "Well, work, study—" She didn't dare to ask about the wound, for fear that someone would eavesdrop, so she only asked a somewhat relevant question: "Are you—lover, are you okay?" "It's fine. I called your parents a couple of times—asked them to tell you I'd call you tonight, and they—maybe didn't tell you—"

"Huh? They didn't mention it. So did you—did you call at night?" "Well, I kept calling, but no one answered—maybe I broke the ringing of their unit's phone—" She tentatively asked, "Do you—have a phone at your father-in-law's house?" He didn't seem to understand, and after a while, he said: "Oh, you think so? No wonder you don't call me all the time—hehe—isn't that a trick to fool the party? How did you get you in the first place? " She was overjoyed: "Then you weren't—on the way home with your lover—the one? I thought——was—"

"Hehe, it would be great if all the people in the whole country had your consciousness. Unfortunately, I am afraid that you are the only one who really believes. This is how things are in the world. You can't fool anyone you want to fool; and those you least want to fool People, but they immediately entered the plot—" The two of them talked like a charade for a while, and he suddenly said, "I'll come to D city to see you tomorrow, okay?" She thought he was joking: "You tomorrow? Then unless you fly over with wings—" "Then I'll fly over, okay?"

"Don't lie to me—" "I didn't lie to you, I went back to 'Dongdong', and now I'm calling you from my parents' unit—" "Really? How can you—run home now?" "The mother is seriously ill, and the son will return quickly—" She was taken aback: "What? Your mother—" He laughed: "It's getting into the plot again! My unworthy son—fortunately, my mother doesn't believe in superstitions—" The next day, Shi Yan went to buy a lot of vegetables early in the morning, and then took turns cooking with Yao's mother.At noon, the Yellow Sea came, sweating profusely. Although it was exposed to the sun all the way, the face was not flushed, but pale, and it felt like the sweat all over the body was cold sweat.She was so distressed that she hurriedly arranged for him to take a bath and eat, scooped up a big bowl of chicken soup for him to drink, and forced him to take a nap in the afternoon, only then did she seem to be relieved. Mother Yao deservedly said that like a daughter, like a mother, she has a general demeanor on these issues. She received Huang Hai as if she were her own son-in-law. She took the initiative to ask Jinger to sleep with her at night, probably for the convenience of the two of them. .But Shi Yan didn't agree, because Jing'er had been sleeping with her all the time, and she was afraid that if she was handed over to Yao's mother suddenly, the child would argue. In the end, Jing'er slept with her, but she still quarreled, refused to sleep, and cried, as if another "baby boom" was about to start.She had to resort to the old trick of walking around the house with the baby in her arms.Jing'er also follows the old rules, as long as she keeps walking with her in his arms, Jing'er will be obedient, looking around with her big eyes open, saying "ohhhh", as if she is talking to her.But as soon as she sat down and wanted to say a few words to Huang Hai, Jing'er burst into tears. Huang Hai volunteered to help, but it turned out to be a disservice. When he touched the child, the child cried loudly and couldn't carry it away. It was like he had thorns growing on his body, which made the two adults very embarrassed.Huang Hai repeated his self-criticism, saying that his ugly appearance must have frightened the child.She quickly explained that it wasn't that reason, it might be that she had just arrived in a new place and the child wasn't used to it yet.But she also felt strange that Jinger was not like this at Aunt Qiao's side yesterday. Although the child cried when Zhuozhuo held her, at least it worked for her to hold her. You don't have to walk around like this. so smart? She was afraid that the baby's crying would make Huang Hai feel guilty, so she kept walking around with her arms in her arms, talking to Huang Hai while walking, asking him to tell her all about his injury.He showed her his wounds and said he was really lucky, a shot in the shoulder that hit low would have pierced a lung; a shot in the leg that missed high would have killed him. "What does it feel like to be hit by a bullet?" she asked. "It's like being punched by someone. It's very stuffy and heavy. I didn't know the pain at first—" "You always lied to me about not being in—" "I didn't participate. I didn't go out until the last few days. I mainly wanted to take some photos, which are of historical significance. Even when I arrived at the scene, I didn't expect to shoot. Maybe everyone didn't expect it. Maybe those soldiers didn’t even think about it, because they were very restrained at the beginning, and the masses were like teasing a tiger in a cage, knowing that it couldn’t bite them, so they were very courageous, throwing stones, throwing Bottles, shouting slogans, I feel that the soldiers can't do anything to them—" "Then what—" "Who knows, I heard that the order was given from a helicopter. At the beginning, the soldiers only shot into the sky, and even picked up stones thrown by others and threw them back, hitting some people. But suddenly, It is said that the order to 'shoot flat' was given from the helicopter, and the soldiers began to shoot at people. Everything happened so fast, no one knew what was going on—" "Did you—take a picture?" "I took some pictures, but I didn't even know where I got the camera in the chaos. Even if it was still there, I didn't dare to take it for development. I heard that every photo studio set up an ambush, and whoever took the photos would catch who—— " "Then—won't no one ever know the truth of the matter?" "No one can know the complete truth, even those who have experienced it, only know the truth in front of their eyes, and in that chaotic situation, I am afraid that there is not much time to see clearly——. Anyway, I All sad for those who weren't as lucky as me - civilian or military - whatever the reason - died - all the same - all sad - no matter what the reason was - —for whom--to their families--it makes no difference--it's a wound that never heals--"