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With a spoon in his mouth, Feng Ying blinked, looking innocent like a child being bullied.

Gong Jiang withdrew her hand in embarrassment: "I'll get you another spoon." After returning from the kitchen, the spoon in Gong Jiang's hand almost fell to the ground, "Why do you still use that spoon? Change the spoon, I used that spoon gone."

Feng Ying used the spoon that Gong Jiang had eaten to plan the rice with relish: "It's so troublesome to change the spoon, anyway, they are all men, what's the matter?"

Gong Jiang opened her mouth to say something, but felt that talking too much would only cover up the truth, so she stopped talking.

Feng Ying filled a large bowl of food with a newly brought spoon and handed it to Gong Jiang, who also shared more than half of the soup: "Eat more."

"I said I wouldn't eat it."

Feng Ying threw away the bowl and chopsticks: "Then I won't eat either."

"Why are you crazy?" Gong Jiang glanced at him contemptuously, "If you don't eat, you don't eat, you think I'm the one who's hungry?"

Feng Ying's voice was low and low, word by word, uttered very clearly: "Family eat together, that is home."

Home?Gong Jiang sneered: "I've never had a home."

"This is your home. I share the rent with you. I am your family." Feng Ying looked at Gong Jiang with longing eyes. The eyes were too complicated and complicated, as if they had solidified the thick and colorful expectations and the longing for the family. , It also solidified some emotions that Gong Jiang could not see clearly.

Gong Jiang really wanted to tell him that this was a naive delusion with the sophistication of Qian Fan, and also wanted to teach him in the tone of a mature adult that it is either a shared rent or a home, but Gong Jiang didn't say anything, and the courage to speak was squeezed by tenderness in an instant. What is broken and scattered all over the ground is the longing for home.

Gong Jiang picked up the bowls and chopsticks silently, the food was no longer hot, but it ironed the cold heart that was poured by alcohol.

Feng Ying asked Gong Jiang to sleep on the bed and him to sleep on the sofa on the grounds that "I have to go into the bedroom to sleep on the bed, I'm so lazy". Gong Jiang felt that this was inhumane and forced him into the bed.

Gong Jiang threatened viciously: "Don't sneak out, or I will kick you out of the house."

"Oh." Feng Ying yawned lazily, "Good night, Xiao Jiang."

Gong Jiang's goosebumps fell all over the floor from the sound of "Xiao Jiang", "Can you stop being so nasty, I'm older than you anyway, if you want to call it 'brother'."

"Good night, Xiao Jiang." Feng Ying hugged the quilt, staring at Gong Jiang who was about to close the door with piercing eyes, as if he would not fall asleep until he heard a kind "good night".

Gong Jiang struggled fiercely in her heart several times, and forced out two words from her mouth stiffly: "Night...uh Ann".After speaking, he almost bit off his tongue, and fled the bedroom rubbing goosebumps.

In the early morning of the next day, Gong Jiang jumped out of bed again in the roar of "Ouch!", and ran to the kitchen to teach a lesson to some brat who disobeyed him. At the door of the house, he covered his butt and said cautiously: "Kick it lightly, I'm afraid of pain."

"..." Gong Jiang didn't know whether to laugh or cry, how could she continue kicking this kick, she knocked the kid on the head deliberately, and let it go, "There will be no next time, otherwise I will really kick you out."

"As long as I buy another bed, there will be no next time."

Gong Jiang paused: "Are you serious?" Buying a bed means renting it together.

Feng Ying nodded.

"Are you really not going home?"

Feng Ying nodded again.

"I said," Gong Jiang rubbed the center of her brows, "Your family loves you a lot, don't quarrel with your family because of trivial matters, and never get in touch with each other. How many people want a family who loves them, they don't want to come, you You should cherish what you have.”

"Do you want Xiao Jiang?"

Gong Jiang was stunned: "What?"

"Love my family."

think!Gong Jiang almost blurted out that the obsession with family is like a blood vessel, connecting his nerves and heart, making every inch of his body permeated with the desire for his family.

However, the light in his eyes weakened little by little until it became silent and annihilated... Home, for him, is a luxury.The so-called luxury goods are things that cannot be afforded, and even if they are affordable, they cannot be protected.

Gong Jiang greeted the deeply staring gaze: "I'm resting today, I'll buy you a bed later, you can think about it on the way."

Then, like a coward unmasked for his ugliness, he hid in the bathroom.He didn't dare to look directly into Feng Ying's eyes, fearing that his disguised true feelings would be easily seen through, even if Feng Ying didn't know what he had experienced.

When going out, Feng Ying was unusually quiet, and Gong Jiang didn't speak.I bought a bed, as well as daily necessities and a change of clothes, and reached a consensus on sharing the rent.

Gong Jiang finally couldn't help asking: "The rent and basic living expenses, how do you plan to solve it?"

"Looking for a part-time job or a part-time job." Feng Ying casually pointed to a store, "Just ask."

A milk tea shop.

Gong Jiang took Feng Ying into the store with the attitude of watching a joke, and Feng Ying communicated with the owner. Half an hour later, the owner actually agreed to let Feng Ying do odd jobs here, and the salary was calculated by the hour, and he was free to come and go.

Faced with Feng Ying's thumbs up, Gong Jiang wondered: "Why did you tell the store manager, why did she agree to use you?"

Feng Ying scratched the hair on the back of his head, and said casually: "Oh, I just said that I am handsome and can flirt with girls."

Gong Jiang: "..."

It turns out that in this era when there are so many milk tea shops like honeycomb holes, if you want to stand out from the crowd among your peers, you must not only have a good brand and a good reputation, but also have to look at your face...

Time passed unknowingly, and the two of them wandered aimlessly in the street. When they came back to their senses, the sun had quietly disappeared under the horizon, and the stars hung in the night sky.Without the temperature of the sun, the air suddenly dropped in temperature. Gong Jiang didn't expect to stay outside for so long, she was dressed a little thinly, and sneezed twice, but when Feng Ying asked him if he was cold, she insisted that she was just Itchy nose.

Decent mistakes committed again.Even if it's cold, he has to be cold enough to save face. The young people didn't call it cold, so what is he talking about.

"Xiao Jiang," Feng Ying stopped, "the sweaters in this store are so beautiful, I want to buy them." Before Gong Jiang could react, she was dragged into the store by Feng Ying.

"Didn't you just buy a sweater, why are you still buying it?"

"Oh," Feng Ying picked up the sweaters on the shelf and looked at them one by one, "This one looks good, I'll buy it again."

Gong Jiang simply sat on the leather stool and waited for him.

The warm heater was turned on in the shop in winter, and the body that had just been invaded by the cold gradually returned to temperature. Gong Jiang rubbed her hands, closed her eyes and enjoyed the rare warmth.

"Ah, so many sweaters look good," Feng Ying suddenly sat down next to Gong Jiang, and stuffed the selected sweater into Gong Jiang's arms, "I'm so lazy, I don't want to try it anymore, Xiao Jiang, try it on for me."

"...Why do you want me to try on clothes for you when you buy them? It's not me who buys them."

"I'm tired." Feng Ying yawned, "But I have no clothes to wear. In case I get sick from the cold, Xiao Jiang, you have to take care of me, and then help me cook..."

"Stop, stop, stop," Gong Jiang couldn't take it anymore, "I'll just try it for you."

Gong Jiang tried a pure blue one, and Feng Ying immediately said it looked good and wanted this one.

"Okay, then I'll change my clothes." Gong Jiang made a gesture to go to the fitting room, but Feng Ying grabbed his hand and dragged him directly to the cashier.

"Xiao Jiang, I'm hungry, pay quickly and let's go eat."

Gong Jiang shook off his hand: "Why are you so anxious, change your clothes and pack them first."

"Ah, it's so troublesome to carry it after packing." Feng Ying rubbed his stomach, "I'm really hungry."

Seeing that his expression didn't look like he was acting, Gong Jiang didn't think much about it. She asked the clerk to cut the logo, and after paying, she went out wearing the newly bought sweater.There was an extra layer of sweater for protection, and the coldness couldn't penetrate the thin undershirt even with all his strength, and it faded away completely. Gong Jiang hugged the jacket tightly and took a breath of hot air comfortably.

Suddenly, with a flash of inspiration, Gong Jiang grabbed Feng Ying in front of her, and said suspiciously: "Could it be that you did it on purpose?" Knowing that I'm cold, you deliberately asked me to buy a sweater to wear?

"What is it on purpose?" Feng Ying changed the topic innocently, "Xiao Jiang, aren't you hungry? I'm so hungry."

Could it be that he is careless?Gong Jiang seemed to be hungry after what he said: "It's alright, alright, what do you want to eat?"

With eyes full of expectation, Feng Ying pointed to a place: Snack Street.

This is the most famous snack street in this area. As night falls, the lights in front of the stalls are competing to shine, colorful, converging into a sleepless night road, shouting, punching, singing a lively melody like a fierce symphony.Feng Ying walked into this noisy world, but it was like entering a fairyland on earth, his mood was extremely joyful, and he was mesmerized.

Children from rich families probably don’t have a chance to come to this kind of place. There is no elegant decoration here, no warm heating, and a set of tables and chairs are placed under the cold wind. They drink to the moon and talk to the stars. The only protection is the top of their heads. That flimsy tarp.The warmth comes from the enthusiasm of drinking buddies, and the excitement comes from friends who indulge their mood.

"It's my first time here." Feng Ying suddenly seemed to wake up from sleep, his drooping dead fish eyes opened, and then, like a silver moon hanging high, he curved into an arc of laughter, and he was bathed in the light, high-spirited. The advantage of being a head above others makes him particularly eye-catching, like the moon being held up by the stars, eye-catching.

Gong Jiang was stunned, this kid seemed to cheer up, and... he had a good temperament.

Feng Ying couldn't wait to drag Gong Jiang into the illusory world of common people, his eyes flicked over the rows of fresh food, and he rushed towards the fragrance distribution center without stopping.He was as curious as a country boy who had never seen the world, pointing at this and asking what it was, pointing at that and asking if it tasted good, just now he said he was lazy, but now he felt that laziness was a drag on his stomach.

Passing by a stall selling fried insects, Feng Ying reacted with surprise and disgust like everyone else: "Are these insects edible?"

Gong Jiang bought a bunch of fried centipedes without hesitation, and ate them crunchy in front of him: "How dare you sell them if you can't eat them?" He was so hungry at the time that he didn't have the courage to go home to face the beatings and kicks of his family, so he could only rely on a pair of hands that were red with cold to dig in the farmland until he saw bugs, and then he looked like a man who had never seen money. Beggar, pounce on him and roast the worm.This young master, how could he understand the hard life he lived.

"Xiao Jiang, I want to taste it too." Feng Ying's heart was moved, he held Gong Jiang's hand holding the stick, and put it into his own mouth, chewing with an expressionless expression.He was engaged in a difficult ideological struggle, whether to combine this delicious thing with the disgusting insect centipede, and then he came to a conclusion: it is so troublesome to think about this problem, don't think about it, just eat it.

So, in order to satisfy his hunger, he bought ten bunches of different kinds of worms, which made his mouth full of insect fragrance.

The two little girls were behind them, whispering curiously and amusedly.

"He ate ten strings of worms. It's so powerful that I dare not eat it."

"So he is a man, and we are little girls, hehe."

"Wow, hey, the two of them are so tall, could they be models?"

"Nine times out of ten the taller one is a model, but the shorter one is..."

"what happened?"

"I don't know if you saw his face. There is a scar on his face, which is very scary. It looks like someone has chopped him down. How can this ghost look like a model?"

"Don't talk about Xiao Jiang!" Feng Ying suddenly turned around and yelled at the two girls, not to mention the two girls, even Gong Jiang was startled.

"What's the matter?" Gong Jiang turned her head, and the guilty two were scared out of their wits by his horrific scars. After cursing "nervous" in a low voice, they fled in panic.

Gong Jiang didn't know what happened from the beginning to the end: "What's wrong with you?"

"They said..." Feng Ying choked, seeing Gong Jiang's confused expression, he hesitated to speak.

"It means I'm ugly." Gong Jiang probably guessed, "It doesn't matter, let others say what you want." He has already recited the ugly name of "Gong Chou", and there is no gossip that can't bear it, "You don't have to be so righteously angry, I got used to."

Feng Ying opened his lips, but when his words were about to break through the barrier, he clenched his teeth and remained silent.

"Let's go."

"Xiao Jiang." Feng Ying pulled Gong Jiang back, "Did you hear what they said?"

An obscure light flashed across Gong Jiang's eyes, he hesitated for a few seconds, then he shook his head: "There are too many people and too noisy, I didn't hear it."

Feng Ying suddenly showed a bright smile: "They say you are more handsome than me."

Gong Jiang paused, smiled, put her arms around her shoulders, and walked gracefully: "Let's go, let's drink... Bah, go get a drink!"

The bed was bought, and it would be delivered tomorrow. Gong Jiang locked Feng Ying into the bedroom again, and sat on the sofa with a laptop in her hands.

Can't sleep.

He made a cup of coffee, turned on the computer, took out a recording pen from his belt, connected it to the computer, and opened today's recording file.

It is his little-known habit to carry a recorder with him to record. When Lu Jian chased after him, he did not record because he was afraid that the other party would steal his money, but he was recording anytime, anywhere.He would play today's recording every night to listen closely to today's sound.

He plugged in the earplugs and switched the audio to the snack street tonight, and then the whispering of the two girls was like a slow-motion shot, each frame was extra clear and ironic.

—— "I don't know if you saw his face. There is a scar on his face, which is very scary. It looks like someone has been slashed. How can this ghost look like a model?"

He lit a cigarette and took a deep breath, wisps of white smoke quietly dissipated in the air, just like the brilliance in a person's life, he could see its color, but the moment he wanted to touch it, the puff disappeared.

He rewound the audio, listened to it again, and then continued to rewind and replay, as if he wanted to find the thrill of excitement from this intense pain, and then plunged himself into it, habit and numbness.

The house fell into a dead silence, and the cold wind was blowing against the windows, making a rattling sound, resembling a mocking sneer.There was no expression on his face, but the deep eyes gradually gathered blackness, and then turned into a puddle of ink, blackening the whiteness of the world.

There is only blackness left in his world, and every ink is full of hopeless loneliness and loneliness.