After Escaping Marriage [GL]

Yu Qingtang raised her hand and touched the coldness on her face, only to realize that she had burst into tears at some point.

She wiped the tears from her chin expressionlessly, and said in a flat tone, "It's nothing."

Adults have their own concerns, and she may not be crying because of the incident itself. In addition, Yu Qingtang's temperament has always been cold and taciturn, so Teacher Zhao did not ask any further questions, and kindly handed her a tissue.

Yu Qingtang thanked her, and asked in an indifferent mood as she walked, "Did she say who she is? Was it entrusted by someone or came to find it by herself?"

"A childhood friend." Teacher Zhao thought for a while, and said, "It doesn't mean that she is entrusted by others. Whoever is entrusted will find it for more than ten years."

Yu Qingtang asked softly, "Ten years?"

Teacher Zhao said: "I took her with me when she came to her last two visits. She said that every time she went to a place, she would go to a local special education school to do volunteer work, just to see if she could find her. She knew that there was little hope, but she had to endure it. I can't help but hope, alas. It must have been twenty years ago when I was six or seven years old, let alone childhood playmates, I almost forgot even my junior high school classmates."

Teacher Zhao sighed and sighed to himself. He tilted his head to see Yu Qingtang's red eyes, and couldn't help but have a thought, and said half-jokingly, "Qingtang, are you the one who is silent?"

She knew that Yu Qingtang had studied here and was deaf at the time. As for how it was, the details were not clear.

Yu Qingtang denied it quickly: "No."

Teacher Zhao smiled indifferently: "I just said it casually."

It was more than 20 years ago that Yu Qingtang attended the special education school, and the teaching staff here basically changed. This teacher Zhao came to the school more than ten years ago and had never seen Yu Qingtang when he was a child. Moreover, Yu Qingtang used her first name at school. Anyway, as a "deaf-mute" she couldn't hear anything, so it didn't matter what she called her.

Yu Qingtang and Mr. Zhao were separated in the teaching area. Yu Qingtang was familiar with the way, so he went to find his original teacher and played games with the children.

She stayed at the special education school for dinner with Teacher Wang, who had taught her.

Mr. Wang is in his fifties this year and is approaching retirement age. His long hair is up and there is a little silver in his black hair, and his temples are neatly combed. She used to be a gentle and patient person, and her temperament became more and more peaceful as the years passed.

The two were eating face to face, occasionally saying a word or two, not much, and the atmosphere was quiet.

Teacher Wang put down his chopsticks, picked up the bowl and took a sip of dumpling soup, then said gently, "This time you're here, it's a little different."

Yu Qingtang looked at her.

Teacher Wang said, "You have something on your mind, and you have become..." After a pause, she said, "I'm more like an ordinary person."

Yu Qingtang was not used to and didn't like to talk, including to respected teachers, so she just held her lips and responded politely without continuing the topic.

Teacher Wang was still in a hurry, and said in a warm tone: "It's a good thing."

She drank the last mouthful of dumpling soup, and Yu Qingtang just finished eating it, so she walked around, silently picked up the shawl on the back of the chair, and put it on Teacher Wang who got up.

Teacher Wang patted her hand on his shoulder backwards.

The night filled the streets, and the street lights opened one after another, overlapping each other, dispelling the darkness.

Teacher Wang lives nearby, and Yu Qingtang kept taking her to the door of the house, rejecting the invitation to go in and sit, and went back to the roadside to take the bus back to Lipu District.

There are not many people in the old city, and it is not in a prosperous area. Even on weekend nights, the passengers on the bus are only three or two cats, each doing his own thing. Yu Qingtang found a window seat and sat down, looking at the night outside the window to let himself go.

The phone in his pocket vibrated.

Yu Qingtang's eyes moved slowly, looking down at the pocket of the windbreaker.

She was stunned for a while before she took out her phone.

There are very few people who will take the initiative to find her, and there is almost only one person outside working hours who will send her messages frequently.

[Cheng Zhanxi]: What did Teacher Yu have for dinner? [Program comparison.jpg]

Yu Qingtang typed without wavering in his eyes.

[Yu Qingtang]: Dumplings

[Cheng Zhanxi]: What a coincidence, I also eat dumplings

Immediately came with a photo, cooked a plate of fat and cute dumplings, with a vinegar dish and a spicy dish.

It is estimated that it has been photographed a long time ago and is waiting to be sent to her, like a big golden retriever dog wagging its tail at its owner.

[Yu Qingtang]: I eat soup with soup

[Cheng Zhanxi]: Next time I will cook it for you with stock, if you get tired of eating wontons, change the taste

[Yu Qingtang]: Well

Not waiting for Cheng Zhanxi to come back with the next message, Yu Qingtang typed quickly.

[Yu Qingtang]: I have something to do, let's not talk

"The other party is typing" at the top of the screen disappeared and reappeared, and Cheng Zhanxi's message jumped out.

[Ok, talk later]

A tear fell out of the eye socket without warning and splashed on the screen of the mobile phone. Yu Qingtang wiped it with his sleeve, the screen was buckled upside down on his waist, he raised his face and closed his eyes, his wet eyelashes trembled gently.

Cheng Zhanxi called his parents, grandparents, grandparents, and grandparents, and most of the night passed.

She poured a glass of water to moisten her throat and opened WeChat.

Yu Qingtang's news still stayed at more than seven o'clock.

[Cheng Zhanxi]: Is Teacher Yu asleep?

The wind blew through the small bamboo grove in the courtyard and through the slit window into the bedroom on the second floor where the lights were out.

The mobile phone screen on the bedside table lit up, and the woman on the bed under the moonlight closed her eyes tightly, clutching the quilt in her hands, frowning uneasily in her sleep.

Yu Qingtang went to bed early not long after returning today.

She had a long dream, in which she returned to her childhood, the only brief period of her black and white life that was dyed in color.

Yu Qingtang was born in the season when apricot flowers were in full bloom. After her fifth birthday, she was sent to the countryside, and the Wei family sent a servant to take care of her. The servant was attentive to her at first, but as time went on, the Wei family did not ask questions, and gradually became lazy and slack. The conditions in the countryside were harsh. There is a lot of money, but the living environment is very different from that in the city.

The servant has a granddaughter who is two or three years younger than Yu Qingtang. In the beginning, the clothes that the Wei family sent to Yu Qingtang were inexplicably missing a few pieces. Later, Yu Qingtang didn't have any new clothes for a long time, and in winter he could only wrap himself in a ripped winter coat to keep out the cold.

The clothes that were changed every day were also ordered to wash by themselves, and the hands were frozen with openings that seemed to be split, and blood would ooze out with force.

She accidentally knocked down the clothes drying rod in the yard once she was drying clothes. She happened to be caught by a servant who came out of the door. She raised her eyebrows and rushed over in three steps. A clothes hanger was drawn fiercely according to her thin arm.

That was the first time Yu Qingtang was beaten.

Because of the severe pain, she reflexively shrank her arm, but she didn't cry or hide, she stood motionless, looked up at each other calmly, her black eyes were clear, as if it could reflect all the ugly hearts.

The maid regretted the first hit on impulse, but being watched by such a pair of extremely indifferent eyes, she suddenly did not know where a nameless fire was born. on the girl's thin body.

Until she missed and accidentally slapped Yu Qingtang's face, the girl's snow-white face quickly turned pale and red, and a bloodstain was swollen high, which was shocking.

Yu Qingtang remained motionless.

The servant came back to his senses, hugged Yu Qingtang and knelt down and wept bitterly in confession, crying until her nose and tears flowed together, even if Yu Qingtang was "deaf", she couldn't hear her at all.

If Yu Qingtang is not taken seriously by the Wei family, she is still the young lady of the Wei family, in case...

After that time, the servants stopped for a while, and even washed Yu Qingtang's clothes for a few days, and served her delicious food, for fear that she would sue her to the Wei's house. However, nothing happened, Yu Qingtang's injury was healed, and the servant waited for a while uneasy, and no one from the Wei family came to ask the teacher to ask the guilt.

The servants returned to their old ways. She was alone in the country and went crazy. The others were vulgar village women. She looked down on them and had no common language. Every time she made a move, each time it was heavier than every time, Yu Qingtang couldn't speak or listen, and she didn't even run. The neighbors who lived nearby naturally couldn't find out what happened to her in the yard.

Yu Qingtang didn't like to stay in the yard, and was outside during the day.

In the 1990s, when left-behind children appeared in batches, there were many children of the same age in the village. The children gathered together and discovered Yu Qingtang, an outlier. The malice of children is sometimes terrifying. They don't even feel that they are doing evil, they just find it fun.

They called Yu Qingtang a mute, and they imitated her speech and laughed.

She pushed her away, bullied her, deliberately dragged her to the ditch, pushed her down when she wasn't paying attention, and watched her climb up covered in mud, clapping and laughing on the shore.

No matter how dark the life is, as long as you live for a long time, you can get used to it.

This kind of day lasted for more than a year. One summer evening, Zhi Zhi was screaming like crazy in the trees, and the sky was burning red.

Yu Qingtang was blocked in the corner by the group of children again.

Face after face surrounded her with a mocking expression, reaching out and shoving her shoulders.

"Little dumb, can't speak."

"Little dumb, no parents."

"Little dumb, little dumb, hahaha."

Yu Qingtang lowered her head, she couldn't see or hear anything.

The hand that pushed her shoulder was gone, and a fruit rolled down to her feet.

She saw from the corner of her eye that all the children were gone, and a pair of small feet appeared in her field of vision, about the size of hers, wearing brand-new white sports shoes, white overalls, and a pink one on one wrist. electronic watch.

After that, a crooked face suddenly appeared in her field of vision.

The man bent down to look at her.

The eyelashes are long, the skin is pink, and the eyes are as clear as glass beads in the sun.

She opened her mouth wide, and with a wow, her eyes became more and more agile.

Yu Qingtang's dark pupils reflected her friendly and curious face, she raised her eyes blankly, and left without saying a word.

Yu Qingtang was blind for a long time, and all the people who bullied her could not leave a deep impression on her, so she rarely thought about these things. Similarly, the person who chased away those children for her did not leave a deep impression on her. . She lives in her own quiet and silent world and does not communicate with the outside world.

Whether the world is good or bad, gentle or depraved, has nothing to do with her, she doesn't like it.

It was just an ordinary episode in her ordinary life, which was quickly forgotten.

Two days later, she met the gang of children who made fun of her.

Met that girl too.

She rushed out from the street, and bravely knocked the little boy who was pushing her to the ground, rode on him, raised her fists according to his face, but stopped in the air, as if hesitating whether to go to the ground. smash.

The boy reacted, and in turn overturned her to the ground, and Xiao Cheng Zhanxi rolled all over, turning gray.

The two scuffled on the spot.

Cheng Zhanxi was tall when she was a child, and girls developed earlier than boys. She was also a skin monkey who jumped up, down, climbed trees, and fished all day without delay. She did not lose in a fight with boys, and even had the upper hand in a vague way. Can't beat it.

The children next to him were stunned, until the boy who was holding his head and screaming called for help.

A girl and a boy came forward, the one pulling her hair pulled her hair, and the one pulling her arm pulled her arm. Cheng Zhanxi grabbed the girl's braid with one hand and carried her around under his hands. One enemy three, she gritted her teeth and called Yu Qingtang: "Go and call the adults!"

Xiao Yu Qingtang looked at her and did not respond.

On the other hand, the children onlookers came back to their senses, quickly separated one person, and ran into the nearest yard to call the adults.

The adults came over and separated the four who were fighting in a ball. The two boys and one girl cried with a wow. Cheng Zhanxi wiped the dirt on his face, walked to Yu Qingtang, smiled at her, and accidentally pulled the wound on the corner of his mouth. , grinned in pain, and shrugged his shoulders pretending to be relaxed, his expression was calm and calm, and he had the spirit of a knight who saw the injustice and drew his sword to help.

Xiao Yu Qingtang glanced at her indifferently and left without looking back.

Xiao Cheng Zhanxi: "..."

Xiao Cheng Zhanxi grinned and gasped, not daring to touch the wound on his mouth, and followed her from a distance to send her home before turning around and returning to his grandparents' house.

The third time, Yu Qingtang was bullied by the children, Cheng Zhanxi took a broom and quickly drove the group of children away with the force of the wind sweeping the leaves.

After everyone dispersed, she leaned on a broom and smiled at Yu Qingtang: "Do I look like a Shaolin floor sweeper?"

Yu Qingtang: "..."

She still didn't give her any response and left without saying a word.

But this road has since added a policeman patrolling. Yu Qingtang walked on the road and no longer had to worry about being suddenly blocked. He pulled it into the ditch and went home covered in mud. She can be in a daze at ease, looking at the sky at ease, squatting on the ground and watching the moving ants, dragonflies flying low on the lake, blue and white butterflies dancing around the flowers.

Whenever she looks back, that person will always be behind her.

She picked a bunch of roadside wildflowers for her.

She actually wanted to give her a butterfly, but the butterfly flew away when she grabbed it.

"For me?" The girl pointed at herself in surprise, her eyes widened in disbelief.

Yu Qingtang nodded.

The girl took it solemnly and couldn't help smiling: "Thank you."

Yu Qingtang felt that her smile was prettier than all the butterflies combined.

So she laughed too.

She took her up the mountain, took her to pick fruit, and took her to fish. The two of them stood barefoot on the pebbles, the cold stream flowing between their toes, splashing water on each other.

The girl laughed loudly.

Yu Qingtang's face was covered with splashes of water. He closed his eyes and smiled silently, the corners of his lips were very high.

She learned simple sign language, and she happily gestured with her, but she still talked a lot every day. From the moment they met, she happily kept talking about the sun setting and dancing, as if she didn't care whether she could hear or not.

For the first time, Yu Qingtang took the initiative to use her ears, and no longer deliberately blocked the sound of the outside world. But soon she found out that she was really noisy, so she listened sometimes.

She drew a picture of her on the mountain, and it didn't look like her at all, but Yu Qingtang liked it very much, put it away preciously, and hid it under her pillow.

The summer vacation was over soon, and she said she was going back to school and see you next vacation.

She also said that when she officially learns to paint, she will paint a painting that really looks like her and give it to her.

On the day she left, Yu Qingtang hid in the crowd and did not let her see.

But when the black stretched car drove away from the village, she was standing on the side of the road at the end of the village, crying out of breath.

After that, Yu Qingtang hid in the room every night, struggling to learn how to speak in a low voice, and when the next time she met, she wanted to tell her her own name.

She doesn't like this world, but she likes Cheng Zhanxi.

However, she couldn't get the words out.

This winter, her grandparents, entrusted by Wei Tingyu, took her back to Sicheng to raise her.

Twenty years in a hurry.

Colored memories faded into black and white, like an unreachable distant dream, buried by wind and sand. Only the smell of Jiang bumping into milk lingers in her childhood memory, awakening her dusty summer in the long river.

Scenes of revolving lights flashed in his mind, and Yu Qingtang's knuckles on the quilt were so hard that they turned white.

With a heavy breath, she opened her eyes and woke up.

The wind was blowing in through the window lattice, and it was pitch black outside.

Yu Qingtang took the phone and checked the time, it was four in the morning.

There is also a message from Cheng Zhanxi in the notification interface, lying quietly in the message box.

10:30PM

[Cheng Zhanxi]: Is Teacher Yu asleep?

Yu Qingtang poured a glass of water back, turned on the lamp, and replied to her by typing: [Wake up]

Afterwards, Yu Qingtang turned the message notification to the bell mode, sat down at the desk, turned on the computer, and looked at the materials shared by the teachers in the math group.

It was quiet outside, except for the sound of wind passing through bamboo.

Yu Qingtang stopped typing, closed his eyes, and listened to the sound of the wind quietly for a while, with a calm expression.

Cheng Zhanxi's schedule is very healthy. She doesn't sleep in on Sunday morning, and will reply to her before six o'clock.

[Cheng Zhanxi]: Waking up at four o'clock? Did you fall asleep last night?

[Yu Qingtang]: Reluctantly squinted for half the night

Cheng Zhanxi had just boiled the porridge and was about to come back to drink it after the morning exercise. She pressed her hand with one hand as she walked to the bedroom and said, "Are you in good spirits?"

Yu Qingtang listened to the voice back and forth three times before typing: [It's okay]

Cheng Zhanxi frowned subconsciously. Yu Qingtang's "okay" was equivalent to "um", which was meaningless. She had to see her with her own eyes to be relieved.

Cheng Zhanxi glanced at the time on the phone, at least fourteen hours before Yu Qingtang would come back.

She sighed and continued to press and speak: "I'm going out for a run."

[Yu Qingtang]: I'm going to make breakfast

[Cheng Zhanxi]: I cooked porridge

Yu Qingtang went downstairs to see this sentence and decided to have porridge in the morning.

It was late in the winter, and Fang Wenjiao didn't get up until seven o'clock. She came out of the room. The living room was filled with the fragrance of porridge, and there was a figure in the kitchen with her back turned to her.

Fang Wenjiao opened the kitchen door. Yu Qingtang was wearing an apron. The cooking table next to her was full of ingredients. She was kneading a smooth and smooth dough in her hand. Cover with plastic wrap, wait for the dough to rise, and turn around to handle the filling.

She was so focused that she didn't even know Fang Wenjiao came in.

Fang Wenjiao said, "Silence."

Yu Qingtang turned around and said, "Grandma, I'm going to steam some xiaolongbao."

I don't know if it was Fang Wenjiao's illusion, but she saw a faint smile from the corner of Yu Qingtang's lips.

Fang Wenjiao: "Do you want me to help?"

Yu Qingtang: "No need, I'll do it myself."

Fang Wenjiao opened her mouth and wanted to say something, but Yu Qingtang urged softly, "You can watch TV for a while, you'll be fine soon." There was a hint of softness in her voice.

Fang Wenjiao smiled and said, "Okay, then I'll wait to taste your craft."

This is her first time making Xiao Long Bao.

Fang Wenjiao believed in Yu Qingtang's culinary talent, and looked back at her mixing the stuffing step by step, and wanted to drool.

Yu Qingtang adjusted the stuffing, rolled the skin very thin, and rolled out a few sheets. She wiped her hands, took out her phone from her pocket, and watched the instructional video five times before practicing.

The first few wraps were barely enough, but later they became more and more proficient, and they successfully pinched eighteen pleats.

There are novice works of different sizes on the upper layer of the steamer, and eighteen pleated "master" craftsmanship on the lower layer. Yu Qingtang covered the pot, unscrewed the natural gas, and a faint blue flame jumped out.

Eight in the morning.

Yu Qingtang picked out the steamed dumplings with chopsticks and put them on the table.

Fang Wenjiao couldn't wait to grab one, and after blowing it, she took a small bite. The skin was thin and the filling was large, juicy and delicious. A little **** was added to the meat filling to enhance the taste, and it was full of fragrance.

After Yu Qingtang's hearing "recovered", she went to the vegetable market to buy vegetables like many children who had been at home early. She started cooking when she was a teenager. The first time she cooked, Fang Wenjiao suspected that she had been in the kitchen for decades. Because she is busy with her studies, she doesn't cook very often. When she is at home, she only cooks home-cooked dishes. Toss with a cucumber as a side dish.

Fang Wenjiao knew that what she made must be delicious, but she didn't expect it to be so delicious that she almost swallowed a piece of her tongue.

Grandpa tasted it, and commented objectively and solemnly: "Except for the difference in sales, the taste can be given full marks."

In this concave image, Fang Wenjiao has eaten two in a row.

Grandpa tutted: "You eat slowly, and no one is robbing you."

Saying that, he immediately picked up his chopsticks. Fast hands and slow hands.

Yu Qingtang only got one package, and the others were eaten by the old man. After breakfast, both of them felt supported. Fang Wenjiao pushed her wheelchair and took her grandfather to a nearby park for a walk and refreshment.

Yu Qingtang sent them out of the hospital and watched the old man disappear into the alley before she turned around and went back to the house.

The pace is getting faster and faster, and finally it is almost running.

She took a lunch box, lifted the lid of the steamer, her heart was beating wildly, and while staring at the door, she quickly picked the xiaolongbao from the lower tier into the lunch box with chopsticks, closed it, and ran upstairs. sound.

After doing all this, she went to the yard, took the broom in the corner, and cleaned the fallen leaves.

Sweeping and sweeping, she looked at the broom in her hand, not knowing what to think, the corners of her lips curved slightly.

The courtyard door was closed, she looked at no one left or right, tried to raise her broom, and waved it twice in the air, and the dust flew up.

Yu Qingtang was caught off guard, coughed twice, covered his mouth and nose, and stepped back, waiting for the dust to settle down before sweeping the ground again.

She went back to the room on the second floor, opened the drawer and looked at the lunch box hidden inside, then closed the drawer, pinched her face with one hand, and stopped her uncontrollable laughter, before concentrating on continuing what she didn't do this morning. finished work.

Fang Wenjiao and her grandfather came back after strolling for more than two hours, and Yu Qingtang was already preparing lunch.

Fang Wenjiao walked into the kitchen: "Silently."

Yu Qingtang turned back.

Fang Wenjiao: "Do you still have the steamed buns in the morning? How many more for noon?"

Yu Qingtang's face did not change.

"there is none left."

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small theater:

Yu Qingtang: Feed you steamed buns first

Cheng Chengzi: Then what?

Yu Qingtang: Let you eat me (//▽//)