MTL - Paper Plane-Chapter 22

The wind was blowing fiercely, but the rain was still lingering.

The tree trunks with luxuriant branches and leaves were swayed by the strong wind, and the shadows of the trees under the street lamps seemed to show their teeth and claws. The cicadas on the tree were all silent, huddled and waiting for the wind to die down.

The heat of the day is gone, and the summer night wind blows over the bare skin, even a little cool.

They walked against the wind towards home, all the way silent, Tang Junhe held a long-sleeved school uniform on his arm, but he was not wearing it.

As soon as he stepped into the corridor, the torrential rain poured down like an induction. The sound of crackling rain carried moisture into the corridor, and then he was locked out of the elevator.

As soon as he pushed the door open, Tang Xiaonian came up to greet him, took Tang Junhe's schoolbag and asked, "Why did you come back?"

Tang Junhe gave a "hmm", glanced at Yang Xuan's back, and saw him entering his room.

"I don't know how to call back," Tang Xiaonian complained in a low voice, "Didn't everyone buy you a mobile phone?"

"I didn't bring it." Tang Junhe put the school uniform on the sofa beside him, "The school doesn't allow you to bring it."

"Why can others take it?" Tang Xiaonian turned his head and glanced in the direction of Yang Xuan's room. When he turned his head, his eyes glanced at Tang Junhe's arm, and he pulled his wrist and said in surprise: "Oh, What's wrong?"

"I sprained my wrist during physical education class. It's fine." Tang Junhe tried to withdraw his wrist, but failed. Tang Xiaonian refused to let go, and pulled him to watch carefully under the light.

"It's really twisted?" Tang Xiaonian looked at the bruise and muttered suspiciously, "It's not swollen, it's just bruised. Why does it look like it was pinched? No one bullied you?"

"No," Tang Junhe pulled his wrist back with a little effort, and Yang Xuan's expression when Tang Xiaonian applied cream to him flashed in his mind, and he said with some annoyance, "Mom, I'm already so old, I'm so old. It’s nothing wrong with a little injury.” He covered the bruise with his other hand, not wanting Tang Xiaonian to continue talking about it, so he changed the subject, “I’m a little hungry, is there any food?”

"How old are you?" Tang Xiaonian gave him a dissatisfied look, and then asked, "Haven't you eaten yet? Didn't you go out with your classmates?"

"Not full."

"Oh, there's still some leftover rice, it won't taste good no matter how hot it is, I'll get you some noodles." After Tang Xiaonian finished speaking, he hurriedly walked towards the kitchen.

"Mom—" Tang Junhe hesitated to speak, seeing Tang Xiaonian looking back at him, he hesitated, "Let's eat more...I, we are both hungry."

"You..." Tang Xiaonian was about to say something, when Yang Chengchuan came out of the study, holding the pair of silver-rimmed glasses that had just been taken off the bridge of his nose in his hand, and greeted Tang Junhe, "Junhe is back, Are you hungry?"

"I'm going to order some noodles," Tang Xiaonian answered for him, "Xiaoxuan is probably hungry too, I'll order some more, do you want to eat some together?"

"I don't eat, I'm going to sleep soon," Yang Chengchuan raised his wrist and looked at his watch, "You can make something for the two children."

After Yang Chengchuan finished speaking, he walked towards Yang Xuan's closed door, knocked twice, but seeing no response, he held the doorknob and turned the door open—the door was unlocked, so he pushed it open and walked in.

"Come here." Tang Xiaonian looked away from the re-closed door, and turned to Tang Junhe.

Tang Junhe followed her to the kitchen, stood aside and asked, "Which one should I wash?"

"I'm not asking you to wash the vegetables, you stand over and order, I have something to ask you." Tang Xiaonian picked up the pan, took half of the pot of water, put the pot back on the gas stove, turned on the fire, and reached out to open the pump again. The range hood, just now with the buzzing sound of the machine starting, asked Tang Junhe while washing the vegetables, "Did you come back together today?"

"Ok."

Tang Xiaonian asked again: "Did he tell you anything?"

"What?" Tang Junhe asked suspiciously.

"Didn't you say a word?" Tang Xiaonian looked at him in disbelief, "I thought he came back with you to show off."

"What?" Tang Junhe still didn't understand.

"Oh, it's nothing, but Yang Chengchuan told me today that Yang Xuan was spotted by the basketball team in the province, and he was recruited to play games, saying that as long as he went, he would be guaranteed admission to college. Hey, a sports team It's just a birth," Tang Xiaonian's tone was full of disdain, "There is nothing to envy about physical labor, I really don't know why Yang Chengchuan is so happy..."

Before she finished speaking, she was interrupted by Tang Junhe: "Playing basketball is not physical labor."

"You still spoke for him," Tang Xiaonian gave him a surprise look, then grabbed a handful of noodles and lowered them into the boiling water in the pot, "Are you envious? We'll rely on our grades to recommend you." , much more honorable than him."

"It's more honorable." Tang Junhe whispered.

"Why is it not glorious? Go out and ask, is it glorious to go to college by playing basketball, or to go to college by good grades?" Tang Xiaonian was very dissatisfied with Tang Junhe's contradictory.

"There are a lot of people who are recommended by grades, but not many who are recommended by basketball." After Tang Junhe finished speaking, he didn't want to continue arguing with Tang Xiaonian on this boring topic, so he turned around and wanted to walk out of the kitchen.

Walking to the refrigerator at the door, he thought of something, opened the refrigerator door, took out two eggs, put them next to the cutting board and said, "I want to eat the broken ones, not the pouch ones."

"Choose and choose," Tang Xiaonian stared at him and said, "Eat inside and outside!"

"It was." Tang Junhe curled his lips.

He walked to the sofa in the living room and sat down. He heard Yang Chengchuan's voice coming from Yang Xuan's room. He quietly picked up the remote control and turned down the volume of the TV. He strained his ears to hear their conversation clearly, but It was too far away, and I could only hear faint voices, but I couldn't make out what was being said.

Yang Xuan is going to the provincial basketball team? Tang Junhe held the remote control and thought, when? Will you be leaving soon? After that, can't I continue to be in the same class with him? Where is the provincial basketball team, is it far away? Obviously just agreed to go home together... I was so happy.

He pinched the remote control in his hand a little frustrated, and then heard Yang Chengchuan's voice suddenly raised, coming through the door, angrily: "If you have the ability, get out now, I won't beg you to come back!"

After Yang Chengchuan finished speaking, he opened the door and walked out, then went into the study with a livid face.

They clashed again. Tang Junhe deduced from the few words he heard that Yang Xuan should leave here soon. After all, he doesn't like this family as much as himself, and he stays here only because he has to.

Tang Xiaonian opened the kitchen door, leaned out and took a look, with a look of schadenfreude on his face that didn't match his age, he lowered his voice and asked, "Are you quarreling again?"

Seeing that Tang Junhe didn't respond, she raised her voice to a normal volume and said, "The face is ready, come here and serve it."

Tang Junhe walked into the kitchen and was about to bring up two bowls of noodles when Tang Xiaonian stopped him: "I'll bring it up, you go and call him."

"Oh." Tang Junhe withdrew his hand, and walked nervously to the door of Yang Xuan's room. He thought that Yang Xuan had just had a conflict with Yang Chengchuan, and he thought that his complexion would not be too good now, and he might just ignore him outright.

"Boom, boom, boom." He prepared himself and knocked on Yang Xuan's door.

no response.

"Dong dong dong." He knocked again.

Still no response.

He put his hand on the doorknob, hesitant to push the door open like Yang Chengchuan, and before he could make up his mind, Yang Xuan opened the door by himself, looked at him expressionlessly and asked, "What?"

Tang Junhe resisted his curiosity about the room, and pretended to be natural, "Have dinner."

"I'm not hungry." After Yang Xuan finished speaking, he took a step back and closed the door behind him.

Tang Junhe wanted to stop his movement wholeheartedly, before the door was completely closed, he stretched out his arm in desperation to block it.

The moment the door was about to close, Tang Junhe let out a muffled groan, and suddenly withdrew his arm—the door rolled over lightly, and there was another red mark on the bruise, which was hot and painful.

Tang Junhe gasped in pain.

Yang Xuan didn't expect this accident, but luckily he pulled the doorknob in time so that it wouldn't cause a broken bone.

"I'm sorry," Yang Xuan frowned slightly, looking down at his wrist, "I didn't pay attention."

"It hurts..." Tang Junhe clutched his ill-fated wrist, looked down pitifully at the red seal, and then looked up at Yang Xuan.

"I'm going to get the spray." Yang Xuan turned and went back to the room, but was held by Tang Junhe's arm: "Let's eat first, and then spray later."

Yang Xuan was pulled by Tang Junhe's arm and walked towards the dining table. He could have easily shaken off that hand, but at this moment, he couldn't do that kind of inhumane move anyway, so he could only let him pull him. Walked by himself, and then closed the door with the other hand.

Tang Xiaonian, who came out with a bowl of noodles, was stunned when he saw this scene, his hands shook, some of the noodle soup spilled out, and she immediately yelled out "Ouch".

She hurriedly put the bowl of noodles on the dining table, and went to the bathroom to get a mop out to mop up the splashed noodle soup on the floor.

Sitting at the dining table, Tang Junhe carefully hid the crushed place, and taking advantage of Tang Xiaonian's inattention, he quietly pushed the bowl of noodles with a lot of eggs in front of Yang Xuan, and ate it with chopsticks Another bowl comes.

Waiting until Tang Xiaonian put the mop back in place before walking over, seeing this situation, he couldn't get angry at his son who was "eating inside out", and it was not good to have a fit in front of Yang Xuan, so he could only hold back his anger. He went back to his room with a sigh of relief.

When Tang Xiaonian returned to the room, Tang Junhe asked in a low voice, "Will you go?"

Yang Xuan ate the noodles with his head down: "Huh?"

"Provincial basketball team, aren't they going to recruit you?"

Yang Xuan put it simply and perfunctorily: "I don't know."

"I think you'll go," Tang Junhe didn't mind his calm answer, and said to himself, "If it was me, I would go. What's the good of staying here, right? As long as It’s good to go anywhere.”

After he finished speaking, he waited expectantly for Yang Xuan to deny him, but Yang Xuan just said "hmm" and didn't say anything.

Yang Xuan finished eating the noodles first, went back to the room and took a bottle of bruise spray, put it in front of Tang Junhe without saying a word, and then put the bowl in the dishwasher in the kitchen.

At night, Tang Junhe sat on his bed, shook the bottle of spray that was only half left, sprayed his wrist a few times, then held the bottle of spray, facing the raindrops that were pattering on the window Preoccupied.

After a while, he got down from the bed to the ground, put on his slippers, took the bottle of spray, and knocked on Yang Xuan's door again.

This time he only knocked once, and he heard the sound of chairs moving in the room, followed by the sound of approaching footsteps. He began to make a draft silently in his heart again.

The moment Yang Xuan opened the door, Tang Junhe felt a smell of smoke coming to his face, and at the same time, there was the smell of shower gel on his body—exactly the same as his own, and the sound of slightly loud music, Lyrics in foreign languages, with unspeakable resentment in the singing.

"Are you smoking?" He asked as soon as he thought of it, and handed out the bottle of spray to Yang Xuan.

Yang Xuan let out a "huh" and took the spray with the hand that was not holding the cigarette. Tang Junhe said again: "I sprayed it, but it still hurts."

"Spray more," Yang Xuan looked at him, narrowed his eyes slightly, and tried his best to resist the desire to spray smoke on his face, he pushed the bottle of spray towards Tang Junhe, " I'm sending you off."

"Really?" Tang Junhe didn't expect that he could succeed so easily, and he made the task more difficult on his own initiative, "But I don't know if I sprayed it right..." He made a embarrassed expression, stretched out his wrist towards Yang Xuan, and the red mark It's starting to turn into bruises.

Yang Xuan glanced at his wrist, didn't move, looked at him again, for a while, said with a half-smile: "A good student can't even do this?" Then he closed the door.

Before he could react, Tang Junhe was blocked from the door. He regretted that he lost his mind just now and didn't stretch out his wrist to block the door.

Block it again, maybe you can get in. Tang Junhe grabbed the bottle of spray in frustration and went back to his room.