Axi half-carried and half-dragged Fuchen to the hobby class. He stood on the elevator and waited, switching to the elevator.
Fuchen smiled and asked, "Dad, are you jealous?"
Axi tilted his head and remained silent. His eyes were always bright, wise and intelligent, as if he couldn't hide anything.
Fuchen reached out and pulled Axi's face, "Just smile."
Axi laughed out loud, dodged her hand, and pushed away her leaning body.
The little girl's ability to avoid things is still exactly the same, diverting attention.
Axi didn't intend to go into details and sent the person to a hobby class to meet up with Xue's father.
There is a woman standing next to Father Xue, who is his second wife. She is also in the architectural design industry.
Father Xue quit his job for An An. He relied on his previous contacts to take orders and make money. After An An entered middle school, he planned to open a studio and happened to meet his current wife. They pursued her for a year and got married this year.
"Here you come? Fuchen is playing hooky again?" Xue's father said hello.
The woman also smiled and nodded. She didn't know Axi's identity, and she didn't think there were ghosts in the world.
Axi shook his head and said nothing.
Xue's father was used to his reticence and didn't care.
In the past few years, An An has been having a lot of problems. Because of her marriage, she went to Fuchen's house several times to sleep on the sofa. Later, Axi and Fuchen helped to calm down their emotions.
Xue's father always regarded Axi as his younger brother from the bottom of his heart.
Axi looked at the schoolbag that Fuchen had thrown aside, half paid, and looked away.
Father Xue noticed it and joked, "Oh, the little girl has another love letter."
Axi pushed the person away and waited quietly.
He is used to standing in the shadows so that no one can see his shadow. Father Xue is also used to standing in the shadows and standing with him.
The two children were sweating in the dance studio, their cool looks shining.
At nine o'clock, as soon as the teacher said "get out of class is over", Fuchen's strong body bones immediately softened, and he walked to Axi with his weak body, squatted down pitifully, "Dad, I'm hungry and tired, I can't walk anymore. "Stretch out your hand, "Carry me!"
Normally, Axi would definitely not agree.
If it were before junior high school, Axi would definitely agree.
This time, Axi didn't even think about it, and pulled the person over, carrying his thin but strong back.
Xue's father was a little surprised. He knew that Axi would deliberately maintain a male-female distance from Fuchen.
Mother Xue raised her eyebrows and watched quietly.
Fuchen lowered his head, gathered his hands, hugged Axi's neck tightly, lowered his head, and buried his head in his arms.
The two families still walked back together.
Axi carried Fuchen silently, hiding from the light and hiding his figure in the shadows.
The three members of the Xue family were chatting and laughing, and followed not far away.
There is never any breath in Axi's body. There is always the warmth of the sun when the dust floats on him.
After a long silence, Fuchen whispered, "Dad, if I want to leave, will you agree?"
Axi remained silent and kept walking. His cold face in the night was like weeds covered with frost, carrying the pain of the world.
This reaction... Fuchen felt pain in his heart. He really knew everything.
"Go here." Fuchen pointed to the road, which was unblocked by trees and surrounded by walled community courtyards on both sides.
At night, there are few people around.
Axi turned in without stopping.
Father Xue, who was following behind, stopped, stared at the person for a moment, smiled and said to his wife, "Let's go this way. They have to deal with family affairs, so don't disturb them."
Mother Xue said nothing and followed Father Xue on the right path.
Under the light, the shadows of floating dust shrank into a ball, and there was no shadow of Axi anywhere.
He cannot stand in the light.
Few people know that Axi has been carrying her on his back.
"Where do you want to go?" Axi asked, his voice flat.
Fuchen couldn't see his face.
Fuchen hugged the person, lying on his shoulder, and said in a bored tone, "I want to study abroad."
I think of foreign scenery in my mind, without any sadness or joy.
The scenery of this city is also too familiar.
"Let me choose for you." Axi said.
Fuchen straightened up slightly and remained silent.
Ashe's progress has not stopped.
After returning home, Fuchen carefully took out the documents from his bag and slowly handed them over under Axi's calm gaze.
Axi took the document and read it carefully, "Which country do you want to go to? You love freedom, so you can ignore the traditional teaching..."
Most of the above are high schools, not colleges (universities).
Axi paused for a moment, but continued to help Fuchen choose.
Fuchen stood aside, bowing his head in silence.
Axi noticed it and raised his head, "Let's take a look. How many years have we lived together?"
Fuchen sat down and watched with him, absentmindedly.
The hands kept turning, and the eyes kept on the documents.
Fuchen raised his hand and held it, "Dad."
Axi tilted her head and stared at him, seemingly puzzled.
Fuchen couldn't help but cried, "Will you blame me?"
Her thoughts of going abroad are like defecting.
Axi couldn't see the tears on Fuchen's face, and held her tenderly, patting her back like she did when she was a child, "How could it be? Fuchen is still my Fuchen."
After a moment of silence, in a corner where Fu Chen could not see, Axi showed a sad look in his eyes, "When you were a child, I wondered, how far can you go?"
"You can't stay stuck here forever."
"You have to go far, make a lot of friends, and pursue the life you want."
Axi stroked the tears on Fuchen's face and stared into her eyes.
The sight is like a shooting star entering the sea.
Axi smiled and whispered, "This is your root."
"I can't move."
"404 Can't move."
"But we can send you very far."
"Parents and children must always be separated."
I just didn't expect it to be so early.
Before my child reached adulthood and before I saw her sprinting and fighting hard, I sent her away.
Axi spoke, and she started to cry a little unconsciously, "I won't stop you from going far."
"I just hope you will come back, look at me, and call me daddy a few more times."
Hot tears burst out.
Fuchen threw herself into Axi's arms and broke down crying.
Axi patted her back and said, "I also have money and I don't need her money."
"If you are willing, I will be able to send you out after the college entrance examination."
Can I stay with him for another three years?
late at night.
Fuchen cried and fell asleep.
Axi sat in his room, looking at the things in the darkness.
He doesn't need to sleep, but he still buys a bed and pretends to be a normal person.
His room is essentially a utility room, filled with old things that have fallen from dust: his childhood cradle, stroller, empty milk cans, bottles, pee-covered quilts, toys he no longer likes...
Punishment slips from fights in kindergarten, fallen teeth, cut fetal hair, children’s books I’ve read, small schoolbags I’ve carried...
The statement of apology for the fight in elementary school, all the awards he had won, the stacked paper star jars, the video recordings of the competition, the clothes that were burned for him...
The first love letter from junior high school, the little skirt I no longer like, the dirty bedding during my period, the collection of handmade chocolate wrappers...
Many, many things that were thrown away in the dust have become Axi's treasures.
He squeezed into a room with almost nowhere to go, looking through old things... I was afraid that he would have to count his belongings to survive in the future.
The next chapter is over, with lots of tears. Get tissues ready. There will be extras, there will be extras.
