A Returning Journey

Sometimes peace is something that suffocates. Judas showed his face after dinner, decades of friendship, like a false dream.

These days, Anjie will always think of things when he was young uncontrollably. He thinks that he is really old, and he is old enough to remember the past years.

Drunk snake is not easy to worry since childhood. He does everything to expose tile in his room secretly. The scar on his eyebrow was made by fighting with people when he was in his teens.

The other side bullied his first love girl friend. He walked away with a machete. No one could hold it. When they arrived, the bloody boy put the knife on his shoulder. The expression on his face made Anjie think of Don Quixote, a hero and a fool.

None of them was more seriously injured than the drunken snake. Although all of them were lying on the ground crying for their parents, the dark skinned, tiger like teenagers said that they were teaching them a lesson. Since it was a lesson, it would not hurt people's lives.

There is also a young man like a wounded beast who grabs his collar and asks why when he Jingming and he fall apart and fight each other. He raises his fist to tremble, but finally hits the wall heavily. And the middle-aged man who watched Zhai Haidong kneel on the ground and cry in front of everyone many years later.

He couldn't figure out how such a drunk snake could become what it is now? With a voice changer, the mechanical cold voice, wrapped in a raincoat, but still showing no emotional eyes.

Wolf, lion or fox... He never seems to realize that snake is the only cold-blooded animal among them.

The world is complicated. If there is unbelievable love, there is unbelievable hatred. Anjie suddenly found that after living now, she thought that she had experienced a lot, but she had not been able to get over it, so she had to be confused.

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"Anjie, do you see my belt?" Mo Cong didn't open his eyes and came out of the bedroom. He only wore a shirt and carried his trousers in his hand. He asked vaguely.

Anjie has no words. He studies the half naked rabbit in his room with the eyes of alien creatures. His brain is a little short-circuit.

Mo quickly rubbed his eyes and muttered: "Oh, yes, I didn't take the one I replaced yesterday." He fished over Anjie's head and gave him a kiss on the forehead. "Good morning." Then sleepwalk into the bathroom.

Anjie calmly wiped the saliva from his forehead and sighed.

After that day, as if in order to compete with he Jingming, Mo Cong abandoned his rare sense of shame, and even left his close home and moved in. After more than half a month's continuous appearance, Anjie was completely numb.

Numbly accepted this reality: after he had enough to eat and his family wandered around the world without hunger for more than 30 years, a young man who was more than ten years younger than him and could call him uncle broke into his territory, and depended on the trend of not going.

The most depressing thing is that from the first day when he couldn't sleep because he was occupied by half of the bed, he has almost got used to the temperature of another person, and even after he was habitually awakened in the middle of the night by a dream that he can't remember clearly, he will have a slight celebration of his warm body around him. It's really a short time for people to appreciate his adaptability.

Anjie didn't want to admit that at that moment, the corner of his mouth had an uncontrollable upward trend. In a room, when there is another breathing living creature, it feels really strange. It seems that the heart will be much less defensive and peaceful.

So God abandoned the Old Testament and man fell

The door was opened with a key again, and Anjie had no heart to feel depressed about these uninvited kids. Mo Jin came in with soy milk and pancakes and put them on the table: "good morning, brother Anjie."

Anjie nodded and didn't make a sound, reflecting on whether he was too kind to these children? Mo Jin's face is suddenly close to her. The little girl's face is full of thinking and exploration. Anjie flashes back. Any expression on Mo Jin's face that may be related to academic research is so creepy.

Sure enough, Mo Jin lowered her voice: "brother Anjie, who are you and my brother up there?"

Anjie's face was green at first, then green, and finally black. Looking at Mo Jin's ignorant eyes, she was very sad and indignant. She gritted her teeth and said, "is this what a little girl's family should say?"

Mo Jin blinked, showing a sudden expression: "Oh, I understand." She nodded and looked at Anjie sympathetically. "It's hard for you."

The world is so big, why let me meet you - Anjie blocked in the chest, eyes twitch, dare to love, this girl is reading a knife did not stab yourself to death, so come to kill yourself.

Mo Jin looked at the thin body under Anjie's shirt and continued: "brother, I heard that it hurts. Can you bear it?"

I see. This girl wants to travel to the ends of the earth. She didn't collect enough money to come here to catch the wind.

Anjie thought that he had seen a girl who was looking for a cigarette, and he had never seen a girl who was looking for a cigarette like this. He took a deep breath and tried to calm his mind. All the big waves were coming. It was not because a little girl lost her standard. The basic morality that was far away from him told him not to murder minors.

He said as calmly as possible, "Mo Jin, at your age, you should read more useful books."

Mo Jin smiles with a playful face. At this time, Mo Cong came out of the bathroom, glanced at Anjie's face, reluctantly restrained a smile, and coughed softly: "Xiaojin, what are you dawdling about? I can't read today. I'm going to ask Xiaoyu to get up and eat."

Mo Jin made a grimace and ran away like a little rabbit - Tut, this gap.

Mo Cong took the bowl and chopsticks, poured the soya bean milk to Anjie, and filled the small tray with sugar: "Xiaojin said something to you out of tune - eat first, and Xiaoyu can linger without waiting for the two girls."

"If your head full of soya bean milk has anything else to do except eat, you should pay a little attention to your sister's mental health."—— It's obviously anger.

Mo Cong blinks his "pure" eyes from Xiaojin, looks at Anjie with an expression that doesn't understand what you say, and then carelessly puts two spoons of sugar in Anjie's soy milk bowl: "enough?"

Anjie sighed, his shoulder fell down and said, "that's enough."

Mo chuckles furtively, bends the corner of his mouth, tries to fall down again, bends it uncontrollably, twitches his facial muscles to make it look less pleasant... Repeatedly, until Anjie puts down his chopsticks and turns his eyes: "are you Capricorn?"

Mo Cong is as beautiful as a mentally retarded man. For more than 20 years, he has never shown such a silly expression on his face. I don't know how many times this morning Anjie sighed, which was a bit disgusting.

Such a quiet and peaceful life is paralyzing. There is a half true and half false bickering. After the phone call of drunk snake, it seems that Li evaporated from others... Well, the only disharmonious thing is the eye-catching Lamborghini of he Jingming, which haunts the gate of the community every day.

Anjie thought bitterly that he didn't know what was wrong from head to toe, why all the men were provoked.

But although Li was destined to shrink his head all his life with that terrible metal head, he could not be a real tortoise. This calm can be disturbing.

Mountain rain is coming——

This time it was Yang Jinling's mother who broke the silence with tears as much as a tap. The first reaction of Mo Cong after he opened the door was what Anjie had done to him. Because of these associations and appear to be some face is not good, let the aunt into the house.

Yang Jinling's mother knelt down as soon as she saw Anjie. Her thick hand grasped Anjie's trouser legs and held them tightly: "my daughter, my daughter..."

Don't look at Anjie with a calm face - you are unruly, little girls are provoked.

Anjie felt that he couldn't wash her when she jumped into the Yellow River. He tried to help her up, but tragically found that she refused to get up and had a great interest in rolling on the ground. This cry two three hanging posture, let him deeply understand, why there will be people in the world willing and not soft and not sweet man together.

Finally, in the narration of Yang's mother's intermittent crying, Anjie summed up what happened - Yang Jinling left a book and ran away from home.

Reason... Reason... Alas!

Anjie didn't know why he was a little guilty and didn't dare to look up at Mo Cong's eyes.

The reason is that the college entrance examination feel bad, coupled with lovelorn, want to go out to relax. Unfortunately, this lovelorn object happened to be an Mingjie's former classmate.

Anjie wanted to say that "it has half a cent to do with me", but when she saw that Yang's mother was dead and alive, she swallowed her words. Finally appeased Yang Ma, promised her to contact her as soon as she had news, which coaxed aunt away. He took a long breath and sat on the sofa, pretending to study Yang Jinling's running away book.

Mo Cong said: "I don't have the eyesight to see that my mother-in-law has come to me and is still clubbing on one side. This light bulb is so good that it really shines on the world. Tut."

Anjie gave a dry cough.

Mo Cong hummed coldly and sat down next to him, squinting at the note on Anjie's hand. The girl's beautiful handwriting wrote: "the feelings given can't be responded. Only then do I know that there can be such a big gap between the two people, and the distant galaxy is just like this. But to me, there is no long-term love, nor day and night, only silent thoughts, and distant response. I think it's self destruction, but I can't control it... "

The expression on Mo Cong's face was a little distorted, as if Yang Jinling's writing made his overnight meal indigestive. He patted the goose bumps on his arm and said sourly, "it's really literature and art."

Looking at Anjie's eyes as if they were glued to the top, Mo Cong's little fire "rubbed" upward. He snatched the letter from Anjie's hand: "didn't your little mother-in-law ask you to find someone? What else are you looking at... "The paper on your hand passed through the air and was made translucent by the sun. At that moment, they both caught the special characteristics of the letter. Mo Cong said half of the words stuck in his throat, facing the sun to spread the letter flat——

In the lower right corner of the letter, there is a mark like a watermark, the German iris.