Lingzi is not too cold today

Chapter 231 Just let the wind in this world not stop, the sky will not be sunny

As the door-to-door son-in-law, Father Tang is most proud of two things in his life.

One is to rely on his own hard work to build a two-story building.

From then on, I don't have to live in that bungalow with a leaky roof.

Every time he thought of this, he would straighten his back in front of his strong wife.

The second thing is that his family has a son who is a college student.

Tang Fulin was the only college student in the village these years.

When other family members educate their children, they will also educate them, learning like Tang Fulin.

Not anymore, they will tell their children that they should not study dead books, otherwise they will become bookworms and mentally ill like Tang Fulin.

Father Tang is no longer proud of his eldest son.

But fortunately, the younger son's grades are pretty good.

Persist for a few more years, and there is still hope in life.

"Oh, the stupid son of that family is talking nonsense again in a nervous way."

The housewives in the neighborhood sit in front of the door shaking their fans and sighing in their spare time in the afternoon.

"That woman was very attractive before, isn't she very proud of having cultivated a college student? She's showing off to us all day long."

"It is said that our son went out to work before finishing high school, and he is not promising."

"Hehe, my son can earn more than 1 yuan a month doing renovations for others."

"What's the use of his son going to college? He's not staying at home."

The middle-aged woman who spoke was beaming, and laughed as she spoke.

"You can't say that, Flynn is a poor kid."

"Yeah, it's a pity that this baby was born in this family."

"His father is also useless, he has no skills, and is scolded by his wife every day."

"Shh~"

As they were talking, Mother Tang came out with a basin of water for washing vegetables, and poured it outside.

The housewives who were chatting were silent and looked away.

Mother Tang glanced at them, but said nothing.

Tang Fulin walked slowly in the village, wearing square-frame glasses, combing his hair meticulously, and wearing clean and tidy clothes.

For two years after returning home, he still dressed the same at home as he did at school.

Wearing the trousers, white shoes and windbreaker I bought on Taobao when I was in college.

Wake up every morning, wash your face, wash your hair, and brush the edges of your white shoes.

The only difference is that there is no Gongsun Jin's hair dryer at home, and there is no Lin Hui's facial cleanser to borrow.

The hair can only be wiped with a dry towel, and then combed over and over again with a comb, and the face can only be washed with water.

When he went out, he was in good spirits and looked gentle, not like someone who was insane.

I just walk along the river, holding an English booklet, and memorizing the English words in it.

It has been two years since he graduated from university, but he seems to be stuck in the same place, and he still hasn't come out.

I can only chew the past over and over again, relying on the past and insignificant memories that have disappeared to fill the void in my heart.

Occasionally, he would take Chinese textbooks from high school and memorize the classical Chinese and ancient poems that he was required to recite in high school.

So far, Tang Fulin's proudest moment is still when the scores are announced after the college entrance examination.

As the only college student in the village these years, his father, who has been poor all his life, paid for his relatives to hold a banquet for him.

Uncle bought him a laptop as a gift.

At the banquet, relatives all praised him and thought he would have a good future.

He was also full of confidence and full of expectations for the future.

That memory was so good that he couldn't extricate himself. He always wanted to go back to that carefree summer vacation without facing the world of adults.

The psychiatrist said that he was escaping. He was afraid of facing the world of adults, so he created a mental cage for himself and trapped himself in the cage, unwilling to wake up.

When people passing by along the way saw Tang Fulin, they would always sigh and leave quickly.

"The meal is ready, call your brother back for dinner."

Mother Tang brought the dishes to the table and said to the boy who was doing his homework on the table.

"He is such an adult, he will come back when he is hungry."

The boy rolled his eyes and stroked his forehead reluctantly.

Because of his older brother, he was often laughed at at school.

Those boys made a big splash in school about his having a mentally ill brother.

Boys in junior high school are sensitive minds, and they especially care about other people's opinions.

When students chat with him, they always mention his elder brother.

He hated this feeling, hated this invisible bullying and strange eyes.

Therefore, he even hated his brother.

"If you are told to go, you will go!"

Mother Tang scolded.

The boy reluctantly put down his pen, and hurried outside to look for his brother.

Seeing Tang Fulin wandering by the river from a distance, he walked quickly.

When he approached, he was a little angry when he heard his brother memorizing English words.

"It's useless for you to memorize these things now! Why do you still memorize this?"

"I don't go to work, just stay at home and eat my old age."

Hearing what his younger brother said, Tang Fulin looked away from the vocabulary book, with a trace of confusion in his eyes.

The younger brother stepped forward and snatched the vocabulary book for grades four and six, and tore it in half.

"Go back to eat!"

Tang Fulin froze for a moment, looked left and right, a little at a loss.

It seems that after the vocabulary book is torn off, I don't know what I can do in the future.

The younger brother pouted and walked home sulkily.

The housewives along the way smiled and looked at this side.

The smile on that face also upset him.

He heard from some adults in the village that his elder brother would not be able to work in the future and would depend on him for support.

He felt it was unfair, why should he support his brother?

Why does my brother have hands and feet and need him to support him?
But he forgot that when eating at the same table, his parents told his elder brother not to fall in love or get married in the future, but to make money for his younger brother to study and get married first.

At that time, he didn't feel disgusted in his heart, and he still had a sense of security for his brother.

He didn't know that what his parents said to his brother was the root of all his pain and misfortune.

Tang Fulin followed behind, went home and went to the table to eat together.

Tang's mother made ribs, but Tang's father, who had been working hard for a day, didn't eat much, and left them for his two sons.

She is under a lot of pressure now, and she was counting on her eldest son to go out to work and subsidize the family.

But Tang Fulin always couldn't work for a few days before being dismissed because of mental problems.

Being a tutor is also disliked by the parents, fearing that it will affect the children.

"Fulin, I asked your second uncle to introduce you to a job in a factory."

"What job?"

Before Tang Fulin opened his mouth, Tang's father asked first.

"The assembly line for mobile phone parts processing."

"That's tiring."

"It doesn't seem like a thing for him to stay at home all the time. He's being talked about all day long."

Mother Tang sighed.

"Let him stay at home, just have an extra pair of chopsticks. When he goes to the factory, he will be bullied again like before."

Father Tang hesitated and was reluctant.

The son is cowardly and has mental problems. He doesn't know how to fight back when he is beaten, and he is often bullied by those in the factory.

He is always worried that something is wrong with him again.

"We can't keep him forever, can we?"

"We are so old now, he won't find a job to make a living. What should we do when we can't do it anymore?"

Mother Tang scolded with red eyes.

Seeing that the powder keg was about to explode again, Tang's father covered his ears, showing pain, and hurriedly got up and left the dining table.

He squatted in front of the door, took a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and smoked.

When he lowered his head to light the fire, the white spots on the top of his head were reflected in Tang Fulin's eyes.

He seemed very, very old, like a match dying out.

Father Tang smoked one cigarette after another until the sky outside turned gray and blue.

My legs were numb from squatting, and I almost fell when I stood up.

Later, Tang Fulin returned to the room.

My younger brother is playing League of Legends on the computer he used in college.

The configuration of the notebook itself is not very good. After six years of use, the response speed has become very slow.

It takes a long time to start up, and you have to stay in the Windows system screen for a long time.

The younger brother rested his chin, watched the long boot animation, muttered incessantly, and then pressed a few times on the keyboard violently.

"Why is it so slow, what a broken computer!"

Tang Fulin stood behind him, waiting patiently, watching his face reflected on the screen.

His and his brother's faces were reflected on that screen.

so similar.

Tang Fulin occasionally goes online to play two games of League of Legends, but the friends list is gray.

Ouyang Rui, who loves to play League of Legends the most, no longer plays the game, and has never been online again.

The speed of the Internet at home is not very good. When my younger brother plays games, the Internet is always stuck, and he always scolds his teammates.

"What rubbish net! Rubbish computer!"

"Bang! Bang!"

The younger brother tapped hard on the computer, and the old notebook kept whimpering.

Tang Fulin watched from the side, feeling suddenly sad for some reason.

After lunch the next day, Tang's father suddenly said to him, "Son, I'm going to do something in the field later. The watermelons can be sown. Help me."

"it is good."

Tang Fulin agreed without hesitation, and followed Tang's father to the crop field.

The father and son walked towards the ridge with the shovel on their shoulders.

The fields looked emerald green and were divided into countless square pieces by the canals.

There were some white moths on the field ridges along the way, and Tang Fulin followed them, always feeling that those moths seemed to have their own souls.

After walking a long way, the father and son stopped in a dry field.

The watermelons grown at home can’t make much money, and during the peak season, it only costs a few cents a catty.

Tang's father and a few friends would drive them to the city to sell them, and they could fetch a slightly better price.

But after removing the fertilizer, there is not much money in the pocket, and the money is earned by the second-hand dealers.

After going to the field, the father and son began to hoe the weeds in the field, and then began to fertilize, until two o'clock in the afternoon.

The sun was very strong, and Tang's father was sweating profusely. He grabbed the collar of his clothes and wiped the sweat, then stopped and looked quietly at his son who was bending over to do something.

Although Tang Fulin was not very quick to work after he went to the field, he was very serious.

He has always been like this at home, very obedient.

"If this disease can't be cured, the family's gold and silver mountains will be wiped out."

"My son is like this now, what should I do in the future? If I can't marry a wife, it will be difficult to work and support myself."

"After we leave, how should he live? We are getting older now, and our health is failing."

"In the future, the younger one will also get married. He has no conditions to support him, and he has to take care of a mentally disturbed elder brother, so it is difficult to find a wife."

"We didn't have much money in the first place, and we had an extra mouth to eat at home."

Tang's father thought for a long time, his eyes were a little sad.

He walked behind his son, shovel in hand, and a terrible thought came to his mind.

He raised the shovel to the back of Tang Fulin's head, ready to swing it down.

His wrists were trembling constantly, and it seemed that sweat had entered his eye sockets, and he couldn't keep them open.

This is the college student he has devoted his life to for more than 20 years.

"Dad, I've made a decision. Listen to Mom and go to work in the factory."

Tang Fulin bowed his body and weeded the grass with a hoe without raising his head.

"I'm always bad at home."

Father Tang's lips moved when he heard the words, "Let's take a rest first."

"The more I do, the less you can do."

Tang Fulin shook his head.

After hearing this, Tang's father still couldn't drop the shovel in his hand.

He dropped the shovel, sat down on the ground and wept.

Tang Fulin was a little puzzled, he had never seen his father cry so much.

Just looking at his father's tears, he seemed to have become a little more sober, as if he had woken up from a long dream.

……

"Ouyang Rui, are you in Jiangxia now? I'm coming to Jiangxia now too. Do you have time on the weekend? Let's get together?"

Seeing the message from Tang Fulin, Ouyang Rui was a little taken aback, but it's better to reply.

The two agreed on a time and place to meet.

After two years of graduation, Tang Fulin still hasn't changed from before, even the clothes he wears are the same as before.

"I don't know why my dad is crying."

As Tang Fulin spoke, he sat on the stall and raised his wine glass, looking confused.

Ouyang Rui raised his glass and clinked glasses with him, feeling a little relieved.

"The things I did before are all dreams, right? They're all fake."

Tang Fulin said, and smiled lightly.

"Yeah, Flynn, back to real life."

Ouyang Rui encouraged.

After chatting for a while, Ouyang Rui learned that he was working on the assembly line of an electronics factory.

Although it was tiring, it was able to make ends meet.

Tang Fulin's condition still occurs intermittently, with good times and bad times.

When he is bad, he will still chatter, but when he is better, he is no different from a normal person, speaking in a very orderly manner, and his logic is very clear.

Ouyang Rui thinks this is a good change, as long as he wakes up, he has the possibility to embrace a new life.

Finally, there will be a moment of complete healing.

"Some time ago, when I came out, my grandma gave me 200 yuan."

"I'm so old, it's not good to still take money from my elders."

Tang Fulin seemed a little ashamed when he said this.

"It will get better slowly."

As Ouyang Rui spoke, he poured another glass of wine.

After chatting for a while, Tang Fulin talked about Wang Xuetong again.

"I heard that Wang Xuetong is getting married."

"Yes, that man can be her father."

Ouyang Rui carefully observed his reaction, a little worried that he would be stimulated again.

"I'll transfer some money to you, and you can transfer it to her for me. Just take a little bit."

After Tang Fulin finished speaking, he asked Ouyang Rui how much money was suitable for the party.

Ouyang Rui said that 200 yuan would be enough, and he just wanted to get it.

Tang Fulin pondered for a while and turned around three hundred times.

Ouyang Rui had no choice but to transfer the money to Wang Xuetong, explaining that it was Tang Fulin who transferred the money.

"I turned around for you."

"Thanks."

Tang Fulin finally laughed again, as if all these years of obsession had come to an end.

"Drink a bar."

"Well, drink."

As the rain fell, the two raised their wine glasses and clinked glasses, just like they did at the barbecue stand back then.

After the party, Ouyang Rui worried about Tang Fulin and kept sending him back to work.

"Just send it here."

"I can walk the rest of the way alone."

Holding an umbrella, Tang Fulin turned around and smiled.

"Take care of yourself."

Ouyang Rui waved his hand.

"Take care too, tell me when you marry Liu Ting, and I'll go drink your wedding wine."

"Okay, waiting for you."

He finally turned around and walked straight away.

Ouyang Rui looked at his back walking alone in the rain, and for some reason, his eyes were moist.

He could have had a better future and shouldn't have become a Kong Yiji.

The heavy rain poured down, and the world under the rain was crumbling.

After a long time, Ouyang Rui also turned around and went back.

The wind blew the rain flowers and wet his skirt.

The halo of the traffic lights shone in the rain, and the riders wore raincoats and ran away.

Since this world is not sunny enough, let the wind in this world not stop, let the sky not be sunny.

(End of this chapter)