Xiao Yiming's rhetoric question made Fang Chi's heart sank suddenly. He felt that his clothes seemed not enough to wear, and Ye Feng was pouring them into the collar.

In a few seconds, I felt my hands cold.

"You..." Fang Chi put his hand in his pocket, "Does your mother know about you...that?"

"Yes." Xiao Yiming nodded.

Fang Chi didn't say anything for a long time, and there was a box of cigarettes in his pocket. He took a lot of effort to get one out of the box and put it in his mouth. He held the lighter and pressed it seven or eight times before lighting it.

"You quit smoking, you can take out the cigarette at any time?" Xiao Yiming said.

"Psychological comfort." Fang Chi said, holding the cigarette in his hand and didn't continue to smoke. After a while, he asked again, "How did she know?"

Xiao Yiming was quite calm about this, but he was not so calm that he told his family before the college entrance examination. This could only be known from somewhere else.

"I don't want to say it anymore," Xiao Yiming frowned, "I just know anyway."

Fang Chi was silent, neither of them spoke again, and just stood in the darkness.

The wind was blowing hard, and the temperature at night was getting lower and lower.

There was a light from street lights more than ten meters away from them, which looked quite warm, but Fang Chi knew that it would be the same when he walked over.

I don’t know how long I stood in such a silent state, but when Fang Chi raised his hand and wanted to take a puff of the cigarette, he found that the cigarette had already burned out.

He tskated and bounced the extinguished cigarette butt into the trash can next to him.

"Go to my place." He glanced at Xiao Yiming.

Xiao Yiming was tilting his head and looking at something in a daze. After hearing what he said, he shook his head: "I'll find a hotel later."

"I'm sick." Fang Chi turned around and walked back.

After walking for a while, footsteps came from behind.

Fang Chi turned around and said, "You have no money, right?"

"Yes," Xiao Yiming patted himself and smiled, "I'm penniless."

"I won't let you go home?" Fang Chi asked.

"I didn't say it, just let me get out," Xiao Yiming rubbed his hands, "Let's talk about it tomorrow."

"Yes." Fang Chi responded.

The two of them were silent again and walked back to the community together without saying a word.

After returning to the house, Fang Chi looked at the time. It was quite late. He looked at Xiao Yiming: "Let's squeeze together."

"I'm sleeping on the sofa," Xiao Yiming wrapped his clothes and lay on the sofa, "I can't sleep for a few hours."

"My bed is quite big," said Fang Chi.

"I'm afraid you're uncomfortable," Xiao Yiming closed his eyes, "Besides, I'm not used to crowding with people."

Fang Chi didn't say anything else, and went into the room and took the bed and quilt from the cabinet and gave it to Xiao Yiming. The heating in the broken community has not been too much, and it is incomparable to the ones that grandparents burned themselves.

Xiao Yiming covered himself with a quilt and fell asleep.

Fang Chi returned to the bedroom, closed the door, and lay on the bed.

I wanted to send the little flower I took today to Sun Wenqu, but it was too late, so he didn't post it, and he was not in a good mood.

Xiao Yiming didn't say the specific situation, and he didn't want to ask. The clear and dazzling slap marks were enough, and it was nothing more than those things.

The more I listen, the more I feel desperate.

He turned off the light and stuffed the Huang who was sleeping on his pillow into the gap next to him.

Close your eyes and slow down your breathing, and count silently in your heart.

When he was about to fall asleep, he seemed to hear Xiao Yiming's suppressed crying in the living room, but he didn't hear it anymore.

He frowned and took the earphone next to him and buckled it on his ear.

When he woke up in the morning, Fang Chi opened the bedroom door and saw someone standing in front of the window with his back facing him.

He was so scared that he picked up a hiking pole placed by the door.

The man turned around and came to his senses. This was the homeless man Xiao Yiming.

"Scare me." He put down his trekking pole.

"You have lost your memory." Xiao Yiming said with a smile.

"I didn't react," Fang Chi glanced at him, "Do you want to wash? I'll get you a toothbrush and towel."

"I see there is mouthwash, so I used that one and washed my face. Once the water is poured, there is no need to worry about it." Xiao Yiming said.

"Yes." Fang Chi entered the toilet.

They found a suitable coat for Xiao Yiming, and they went out.

Xiao Yiming's cell phone seemed to have not ringed overnight. He kept looking at the phone while eating breakfast. Fang Chi suddenly felt that he was very cruel.

But this kind of thing...if someone else in my family...

Will grandparents look for him?

Maybe he won't just run out like this?

No, maybe it might be the same.

Or no one can say it is good if you are sick.

Fang Chi couldn't help but frown when he thought of this, and he couldn't even drink the tofu brain.

Xiao Yiming was quite calm and went to school and didn't bring anything. Fortunately, their review has reached the stage where they have piled up books on their desks, and the meaning of the schoolbag is not very important.

However, when I went to have dinner together at noon, Xiao Yiming did not go, saying that he wanted to make up for sleepiness in the classroom.

Fang Chi felt like he couldn't say it. At this time, Xiao Yiming had something like this. He wanted to tell people and talk to people, but he didn't know who to talk to, what to say, and what to talk to.

Sun Wenqu’s name was pointed out several times by him, staring at it for a while, and finally putting his phone back.

After school in the afternoon, he walked with Xiao Yiming as usual. Today, Xiao Yiming hadn't thought about where to go after eating the chestnuts.

"When will you go home?" Fang Chi asked him.

"I don't know," Xiao Yiming sighed, "My mother ignored me either."

"What should you do?" Fang Chi also sighed, "Where will I go first today?"

"No," Xiao Yiming shook his head, "I'll go to my aunt's place. Do you have money? Lend me some."

"Your aunt?" Fang Chi took out his wallet, "What did you say?"

"I'll be kicked out after a quarrel," said Xiao Yiming.

"The college entrance examination is coming soon, that's unreasonable," Fang Chi took out all the hundreds of dollars in his wallet and gave it to him, "Why don't you go back and admit your mistake with your mother...."

"Author to your mistake?" Xiao Yiming looked at him.

"At least say something soft," Fang Chi lowered his head and gnawed on the chestnut, "What should I do?"

"My mother and I have a big argument. It may be useless if it's soft and muddy," Xiao Yiming stopped at the bus stop and leaned against the billboard. "I've blocked my own way."

Fang Chi didn't say anything, Xiao Yiming was quite stubborn. If he wanted to say this, Fang Chi could almost imagine how the mother and son quarreled.

"I'm too impulsive," Xiao Yiming lowered his eyes, "I always think that this is nothing. If you know, you will know. It's not a mistake to not change it. Is it necessary to react so much? It's still too naive. If one of the parents counts one out of ten thousand, there are probably a few that can be accepted."

Fang Chi listened without saying a word.

"I will definitely not be so arrogant to her when I do it again," Xiao Yiming frowned, "It's better to kneel on the ground and let her beat her to vent her anger first."

Fang Chi could hear his helplessness and helplessness from Xiao Yiming's tone.

"I'll go to my aunt's place first, the car is here." Xiao Yiming patted his shoulder.

"You..." Fang Chi looked at him.

"I'm fine," said Xiao Yiming, "I'll take the exam soon. No matter what, I will pass the college entrance examination first. So do you, don't worry about my affairs."

After Xiao Yiming squeezed on the bus, Fang Chi was stunned on the platform for a long time.

He didn't know what he was thinking, so he finally took the headphones and started running back along the way.

He has a good running habit, but he is more serious. He will pay attention to every detail of his body balance, his arms swing, his legs span, his feet landing, and every detail.

Only in this way can you enjoy the fun of running and experience the joy of running.

Only by better leaving all unpleasant things behind.

There are only scenery and people passing by, as well as winds and breaths that are gradually no longer cold.

Sun Wenqu took the boy up the mountain with his grandfather today.

Every once in a while, my grandfather would walk up the mountain and move around. As a person who has lived here for the rest of his life, he likes to see the changes in the mountains. Perhaps the changes that will only occur in the years or decades, and those changes that outsiders cannot see in the eyes of them.

"Are you tired?" Grandpa asked him.

The road up the mountain was picked by my grandfather, which was easy to walk on and relatively smooth, and had long been stepped on by people entering the mountain.

"Not tired," Sun Wenqu said, "I can climb two more mountains."
To be continued...