I just want to be soft on her

Chapter 112 His Birth

During the past few days of the Chinese New Year, the family has always been restless, and Jiang Liao's temper has become more and more violent, throwing bowls and teacups at every turn.

Jiang Mo is already used to it, he seems to be able to adapt to such an environment very well, and his personality has changed a lot.

When Jiang Liao threw the cup, he could walk in front of him expressionlessly and continue to do what he should do.

When Jiang Liao didn't like him and ran over to beat him, he quickly hid in the nearest room.

It seems that he can ignore everything under any circumstances. Even if Jiang Liao kills someone in front of him, he can calmly walk over, pick up the phone at home and call 110 to call the police.

Although he only comes out during Chinese New Year, but in some other situations, he will also come out.

When Jiang Mo was surrounded by a group of senior punks in the alley, he would come out.

No matter how much shorter and weaker he was than them, he, who had never fought before, would still bring down a few people with agility at this time.

When Jiang Mo was in high school, he was a delinquent boy. This was also the longest time he had been out, and it lasted for almost three years.

In three years, as long as Jiang Liao fell ill once and moved his hand once, he would return it intact.

A dozen times before, the way they dealt with this matter was to call the police, but it seemed useless to call the police.

The first time they said there was no evidence, the second time they had evidence, they would say it was your family business, and the third time they were finally arrested, but they were persuaded by grandma, grandma, and various relatives to come out.

Every time when I was about to succeed, these relatives who didn't know where they came from would come out to persuade me, all kinds of advice.

"Oh, Xiuli, just bear with it and let it go, don't make things so big~"

"Yeah, it's such a big fight, you two have lost your face, and if it spreads, it will become a talking point after dinner?"

Everyone is saying that forbearance is calm for a while, and the sea and the sky can be taken a step back. Besides, Jiang Liao supports the life of the family!

Jiang Mo really had heard enough, he ran out of the room to refute, but they said: "Children's family, what are you getting involved in? Why don't you stand on your father's side and turn your elbows out!"

Since then, he has severed ties with these relatives. A bunch of bad and selfish people are the devils in the world.

In the first semester of his sophomore year, Jiang Liao was found to be mentally ill, which was a hereditary type of neuropathy.

The moment Jing Xiuli got the news, she took Jiang Mo to check it out. At that time, he hid it very well, but found that a certain nerve in the brain seemed to have changed.

After a thorough physical examination, the doctor discovered that he had an extra personality. This doctor was Professor Hu, who also treated Jiang Liao.

Professor Hu prescribed some medicine for him to take every day, and told him, "If you control it well, the chance of you inheriting it is very small."

Jiang Mo has an indifferent attitude towards these things and this disease. Living like this every day is really too boring, it is better to die.

But Jing Xiuli didn't allow him to give up on himself like this, and supervised him to take that medicine every day.

Since Jiang Liao and Jing Xiuli divorced, he has never taken that medicine again, and his thoughts on death have become firmer.

The first time he came to Haishi, Jiang Liao didn't like him, so he rented a small house on Huachun Road for him, gave him a retired mobile phone, and [-] monthly living expenses, Jiang Liao didn't want either. Give.

In this way, he was abandoned here alone.

Jiang Mo sat in the house for a day, he seemed to have nothing else to do except go to school.

The night was getting darker, and the moonlight outside the window shone in through the open window and into the room where the lights were not turned on.

He slowly raised his head, walked to the window, lay down on the window sill and looked outside and downstairs.

"Qing'er, the moon is so bright tonight!" Downstairs, the girl stood where she was, looking up at the moon.

This voice attracted him, the girl's voice sounded like she had been crying, with a little moisture in it.

Another girl named Qing'er on the side also followed her and raised her head, agreeing with her: "Well, it's very bright and beautiful."

Jiang Mo looked at the movements of the two of them, and also looked up. A full moon was inlaid in the dark blue curtain, and there were some scattered small stars around it.

"But I... so sad." The girl cried to the moon, and gradually, she ran away from the street with her head in her arms.

Behind her, another girl named Qing'er chased her, shouting: "Chengzi! Wait for me!"

It was here that Jiang Mo met Song Cheng for the first time. At that time, his impression of her was: "Oh, she is a girl who can cry at the moon."

The second time he came out was already a few months later. Song Cheng sat behind him during a monthly language test.

I poked him on the back and asked him in a low voice: "Student, can I borrow one of your black pens? I forgot to take it..."

She smiled at him awkwardly, blushing a little.

Jiang Mo turned around expressionlessly, brought her a pen, and put it on her desk.

After the exam, just as he was about to leave, the girl behind him grabbed him by a corner of his school uniform.

"What are you doing?" He half-opened his eyes, looking at her lazily as if he hadn't woken up.

Song Cheng held his pen and waved it in front of his eyes, "Thank you for your pen."

"No, I'll see you off." He walked out of the classroom directly, leaving Song Cheng in a daze.

Every time we met after that, it was on the playground.

He's out again, and he loves the playground and the way the sun goes down sitting on the horizontal bars.

Every time I can see a girl sitting in the stands to eat, and likes to be on the runway after eating, holding a booklet and memorizing it.

She seems to never finish.

When he was not out, through Jiang Mo's own perspective, he could see that she would carry things in the car.

His impression of her changed again, "A girl who works hard to recite things, oh, her name is Song Cheng."

And that sports meeting, Jiang Mo somehow ran to her side, this time he wanted to come out and see what's so interesting about this Song Cheng.

Standing in the shade, he watched her run round and round, and finally got sunstroke and fell at the finish line.

When everyone was gone, he sat beside her, resting his chin on one hand, watching her carefully.

"It's pretty cute." He was talking to himself, "But why are you so stupid, standing in the sun and still not taking off your school uniform."

Suddenly, the people around him moved, and opened their mouths: "Marxist philosophy... what's behind it, I forgot again..."

The corner of his mouth twitched, "Is it a fake corpse? No, she is not dead yet. Marxist philosophy, you really work hard, why are you still crying?"

Jiang Mo unconsciously stretched out the hand holding the fan in front of her, and then fanned it. By the way, with the other hand, he took a piece of paper and wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes.

After fanning for a while, he forcibly stopped his hand, and asked himself again: "What am I doing? Strange."

He stood up, put the fan in her hand, and left the place.

(End of this chapter)