Short Stories Before Bedtime

Because Xiao Mo has a little cleanliness, although there are many rooms, he still cleans them at any time. This time, the benefits are shown. Put the books on the cabinet, and the obsessive-compulsive disorder will tidy them up, and then take them out from below Quilts, bed sheets, quilt covers, etc. Make the bed, and the work is done, and go to the supermarket to buy the remaining missing things.

Wang Xiaomo looked around, took out his mobile phone to charge the phone bill first, and then opened the memo to make a list of the things he wanted to buy. Why does a man have this habit, probably because he came back from the supermarket empty-handed several times and found that he forgot to do it. What’s the matter, watching the aunt pick and choose, and listening to their chats all the way, led to returning empty-handed. I have been hungry for so many times. Therefore, Grandpa is right. A good memory is not as good as a bad pen. The practice is The only criterion for testing the truth, good steel needs to be used on the blade, Tao produces one, one produces two, two produces three, three produces all things...

Cough... thinking far away, Wang Xiaomo unreliably opened the door, leaned against the door and thought, what I was going to do just now.

Seeing the mobile phone pinched in the mobile phone, Zhang Peng was taking a shower in the bathroom, and the sound of water was rushing, Wang Xiaomo rubbed his eyes, but still couldn't think of what to do, went outside, and called his mother, Mrs. Bar.

"Hey, Mom, it's me, Xiaomo, hey, yes, I have a child here, you know about it."

"Well, yes, that's the one."

"divorce?"

"No, I think he's quite cheerful."

"Yeah, okay, I'll watch more."

"National Day, it depends on the situation, if you don't do the experiment, go back."

"I'll take him back with me."

"Haven't eaten yet, just woke up"

"Okay, that's it, bye."

After hanging up the phone, Wang Xiaomo turned into the room and remembered that he hadn't washed yet, but Zhang Peng was still using the bathroom. He opened the refrigerator, and there were only a few bottles of mineral water in it, which was very shabby.

"Well, Zhang Peng, I didn't buy any vegetables. It's a bit far from the supermarket here. Let's cook some porridge and eat it first."

Zhang Peng's muffled voice came from the bathroom, and he replied, "I can do it, please."

Everything is fine, so Xiaomo, who was cooking for the first time, really cooked a pot of "everything is fine" dark porridge with unknown contents.

On this day, whether it was shopping or doing anything, Zhang Peng was always looking for topics. Wang Xiaomo didn't know how to answer the conversation, so he kept answering yes. In the end, Zhang Peng didn't know whether he was tired or felt that talking alone was boring. , just followed Wang Xiaomo to do things, stopped talking, Zhang Peng didn't talk, Wang Xiaomo naturally didn't know how to speak, the quiet atmosphere between the two made him flustered, he always felt that he had to say something, after dinner with Zhang Peng outside at night After that, Zhang Peng stayed in the room and did not come out. Wang Xiaomo washed some fruits, cut them up, knocked on Zhang Peng's door, and prepared to deliver the fruits to him, but after knocking for a long time, no one opened the door, and the door was locked. Yes, Wang Xiaomo yelled for a while, fearing that something might happen to someone, so he went to get the spare key and opened the door.

When Wang Xiaomo entered in a panic, there was Zhang Peng's shadow, the quilt was neatly folded, it was still the same as in the morning, the window of the room was wide open, and the curtains fluttered in the wind.

Wang Xiaomo stood at the same spot, except for the excitement and panic at the beginning, but now he has calmed down. A child born to a mother cheating, his biological father ran away, and the nominal father had divorced his mother long ago, so he didn't care about anything. His husband didn’t want him, his relatives laughed at him, and he was out alone during the New Year holidays. Wang Xiaomo didn’t know what role his mother played in Zhang Peng’s life, but from the perspective of his mother this morning, he can also guess It's not a good role.

"That child is a poor man. I only heard about your aunt's nagging. His relatives are all backward-minded. What the adults do has nothing to do with the child. It's annoying. I told his mother to take him here. When I lived with you, her trash-throwing expression was really... Sigh! Every family has their own hard-to-read scriptures. Dad, I'm a boring gourd, I can't hold a fart for a long time, it's time to change, communicate more with peers..."

The sunny and cheerful image this morning and the rebellious and helpless image that the mother said can't overlap, but now, Wang Xiaomo, who used to be a rebellious boy, said that he feels that if they don't overlap, they will overlap. Hei Nalan found the person he never wanted to have a relationship with for the rest of his life, hesitated for a while, and was about to press the phone button.

At this time, the familiar figure crawled in through the wide open window, and said in surprise, "Little Brother Mo."

Wang Xiaomo automatically ignored the boy's skillful movement of climbing the window, exited the blacklist, nodded to him, and said: "I came to deliver fruit to you, and saw that you were not in the house, and was about to call you, but found that I didn't seem to save you. contact information."

The young man smiled and unzipped his clothes. Wang Xiaomo looked into his arms. A black kitten was curled up. The fur on its body was messy, with stains and black blood. Dongxi opened his watery eyes and let out a soft cry.

Zhang Peng carefully took the kitten out and held it in his hands, saying: "I heard it barking outside just now. The mother cat was crushed to death by a car. I guess it must be a newborn stray cat, so I wanted to take it back and give it to eat." something."

Wang Xiaomo's skeptical eyes patrolled him calmly, and saw a knife mark on Zhang Peng's neck that could not be blocked by the collar that could be pulled up, and that his walking was not normal, so he thought that he might have injured his leg. At the conclusion, as if Zhang Peng didn't realize it, he smiled and said to Wang Xiaomo: "I'll go get him some milk first."

Wang Xiaomo stopped him and said, "I'll go, you warm that towel first."

Seeing the boy hugging the kitten and looking for a towel with a smile, Wang Xiaomo thought, this meddling problem is probably inherited from his father, and the soft-hearted problem is probably inherited from his mother.

Zhang Peng stroked the kitten's not-so-smooth fur, and sat by the bed, smiling like a sneaky cat.

Wang Xiaomo came back after a while. Apart from the hot milk for the kitten, there was also a bottle of wound medicine. Zhang Peng's smiling face was a little cracked. He pointed to the bottle of wound medicine and said, "What is this for... .”

Wang Xiaomo replied blankly: "There is blood on the kitten's body, it may be injured somewhere, give it medicine."

Zhang Peng's stiff body softened, and he smiled, "Brother Mo, the kitten is not injured, even if it is, you can't use this."