Stringy Wind in the Ear - Chap 9
Song Yang got into the car with his schoolbag. When he sat down, he felt something was wrong, as if he had sat on something. He immediately bounced up and hit the door frame heavily, crying “ouch”.
When Li Xun heard the sound of him banging on the door, he raised his eyebrows in empathy. It must have been extremely painful. He cursed “idiot” in a low voice, but the tone sounded more like coaxing a child.
There is a little Chopper doll on the car seat. For its safety, Li Chuzhi always fastens its seat belt before getting off the car.
Li Xun casually threw Little Qiaoba into the back seat and asked, “Are you hurt? Let me take a look.”
Song Yang was still thinking about the fine for illegal parking, so he covered his head and said, “Start the car first.”
After passing the surveillance area, Li Xun turned on the lights in the car and asked, “Are you okay? Are you scratched?”
Song Yang shook his head, but he could feel that the area was about to swell up. Li Xun tilted his head to look at him. Song Yang’s skin was pale and turned red when touched. He had a patch of highland red on his head, which was funny like a cartoon character.
Li Xun couldn’t help laughing.
“There should be a blood-activating spray in your drawer over there. Just spray it and it will be fine. Oh, and by the way,” he handed over the navigation on his phone, “enter the address.”
Five seconds later.
“Is your dad a pilot?!” Li Xun couldn’t believe his eyes. He poked the screen with his finger like a teaching stick. “You call 20 kilometers ‘pretty close’?”
“Hey…it’s not that far.” Song Yang hugged his head and said tactfully, “I’d better go down and take a taxi myself.”
With a click, the door was locked.
Song Yang pulled away.
Someone locked it again.
Pull open.
Lock it again.
“Forget it,” Li Xun said indifferently, “For the sake of the sour plum juice.”
Song Yang fastened his seat belt obediently, then opened the drawer to look for the spray, from which a bunch of snacks and milk came out.
It looks like something kids would eat.
The front passenger seat is probably where Chu Zhi often sits, because the neck pillow is a little rabbit, which seems out of place with the leather seat cover.
“If you’re hungry, feel free to take anything you want. Chu Zhi can’t remember how many snacks he has anyway.” Li Xun said.
Song Yang remembered the time when Li Chuzhi brought him water.
——If I’m gone, I can fall again and my uncle won’t find out.
He sighed and said, “You two really have the same speaking style.”
“Ah?” Li Xun didn’t quite understand.
“Nothing.” Song Yang picked up the things and put them on his lap. “Are Chuzhi’s parents busy? I often see you taking care of her.”
“She has no parents.”
This time it was Song Yang’s turn to exclaim “Ah”.
Li Xun explained: “Her mother is my sister. She got pregnant out of wedlock and had some mental problems after the child was born. Although I took her to see a doctor and took medicine, her depression often recurred. When Chuzhi was about to go to elementary school, she suddenly ran away from home and never came back. There is no news from her since then.”
“Did you call the police?”
Li Xun smiled. Only a naive minor could ask such a question. “The police don’t have time to care about so many things.”
Song Yang could also feel that his question was despised, so he asked again: “Does Chu Zhi’s father know about her existence?”
“Maybe you know. My sister hadn’t broken up with that guy when she got pregnant. Later, she found out that he was cheating on her and decided to go to the hospital to have the baby aborted. But Chuzhi was already six months pregnant at that time, and she couldn’t bear it.”
Li Xun showed an unhappy, almost sarcastic smile, “But that man has never seen Chu Zhi. The year Chu Zhi was born, he married another woman in another place. I think he is probably the person in the world who least wants Chu Zhi to be born.”
“ah……”
Song Yang’s social circle was too simple and too comfortable. In his more than ten years of life, the most shocking thing he had encountered was the death of a relative from cancer. So when he learned about Li Chuzhi’s family background, his first reaction was not sympathy, but shock.
It was hard for him to understand that such irresponsible men existed in real life.
“Does Chuzhi know about her parents?”
“She just entered the second grade this year. She can’t even write pinyin. How can she understand anything? Besides, this kind of thing is too one-sided if I just talk about it from my perspective. I don’t want to leave her with the impression that she was abandoned by her parents. I want to wait until she grows up a little bit and is braver, and then tell her that her birth was not an accident, but our expectation.”
Under the street light, Li Xun’s profile flickered.
At this moment, Song Yang suddenly felt a very special liking for this person in his heart. It was admiration and respect, but it was much more complicated than that. It was an unprecedented feeling.
He was a little envious of Chu Zhi for having such an excellent uncle who was trying hard to protect her.
“Then Chuzhi will be raised by your parents now.” Song Yang stretched his neck and sprayed a lot of spray on his forehead in the rearview mirror, trying to comfort him, “Actually, I think it’s pretty good. You picked up such a beautiful child for free. I envy you!”
Li Xun: “My parents are divorced.”
“……” The spray in his hand almost hit his eyes.
what happened!
He had been counting on using this half hour tonight to enhance the relationship between master and disciple, but how come every question he asked was a bomb?
Song Yang turned his head tremblingly: “Sorry.” Although he really wanted to ask, are you living with your dad, your mom, or your grandparents now, how many people are there in your family, do you have any financial difficulties, and does retirement have anything to do with family?
But reason suppressed his damn curiosity.
“It’s not a big deal, actually.” Li Xun said calmly, “I was only in kindergarten when my parents divorced. I didn’t know much, and I didn’t feel anything after I grew up. I just worried about my dad’s life in his later years. He never got married, so he didn’t have a companion when he got old.”
“I see…” Song Yang finally understood, “Your mother remarried.”
“Well, she married a foreigner. She is an American now, and her children are all noble mixed-bloods.”
There is a lot of sarcasm between the lines, and the expressions on his face convey displeasure.
Is it true that his parents’ divorce had no impact on Li Xun’s psychology?
I’m afraid that’s not realistic.
Otherwise, he wouldn’t be so worried about Chu Zhi’s psychological injury.
Song Yang didn’t know how to comfort her, so he opened a lollipop and handed it to her: “What’s wrong with being mixed-blood? We are still noble purebreds!”
Li Xun laughed and continued it with his mouth.
It had a very rich peach aroma, which was completely different from the taste of the lollipop he had in mind.
No wonder Chu Zhi always pesters him to buy this.
“It’s really delicious, you can open one too…” Li Xun turned around and found that Song Yang was already stealing Chu Zhi’s fruit and vegetable biscuits.
Maybe he was very hungry, his mouth was stuffed full like a hamster.
“There is water in the back seat, get it yourself.” Li Xun said.
“Where did you buy these cookies? I’ll compensate you next time…” Before he could finish the rest of the words, cookie crumbs flew everywhere. Song Yang quickly shut up, but it was too late.
“Hey!——” Li Xun wiped his face and shook his arms, “Why do you eat in the same way as Li Chuzhi? Are you starting to change your teeth too? Is there air leaking from your mouth?”
Song Yang apologized while smiling, patted Li Xun’s arm, and then patted his thigh.
It was too dark in the car, and Li Xun’s pants were denim, so he couldn’t see clearly whether there were any debris. He could only lean over and sweep with his palm, from the base of the thigh to the knee.
Then he heard Li Xun’s condescending voice: “Do you know what the camera will record our pose like?”
Song Yang almost choked to death on the spot after taking a bite of the biscuit.
