very close to the clouds

Chapter 42 Mother

The cloud is really getting closer.

Before setting off, Shen Yanbai was still worried about whether it was snowing these few days, and he might not be able to see the clouds at all.Who knows that God is very generous, the sky is tired of thick clouds, layer after layer, and they gradually approach the place closest to the clouds, until they stretch out their hands as if they can touch the clouds.

Shen Yanbai was quite sleepy at first, but when he saw such a scene, he couldn't help becoming excited, and he increased his horsepower and rushed straight forward.

Jiang Zhongyu fell asleep, with his head pressed against the window, and when Shen Yanbai turned his head and wanted to say something excitedly, what he saw was the sleeping face of the other party.

His head tapped on the car window because of the ups and downs of the off-road, but even so Jiang Zhongyu didn't wake up.

So Shen Yanbai slowed down again to make the car drive more smoothly.

At the same time, he glanced at Jiang Zhongyu from time to time to observe the other party.

Jiang Zhongyu's complexion is still not very good, his lips are dry and pale, his cheeks have no blood at all, his darker complexion looks paler, his delicate thin lips are slightly pursed, his brows are furrowed, he doesn't know what he dreamed of unhappy things.

Shen Yanbai thought it was something unhappy, because Jiang Zhongyu rarely showed such an expression.

He just sneaked a glance at the other party from time to time, and found a trace of the shyness of peeking at someone he liked when he was a student. The feeling of heartbeat deepened day by day, making Shen Yanbai realize that he should not continue.

Because Jiang Zhongyu is different from him, even Jiang Zhongyu will feel troubled.

A corner of the village ahead appeared when turning the corner.

As the corner becomes wider and wider, it gradually spreads out in front of the eyes. The sky that has not yet cleared up is surrounded by wisps of white mist, covering the village, and the clouds of various shapes are so close that they almost touch the eaves. From a distance, it looks like an ink painting that has just been painted and some parts have been soaked in ink. Suojia on a cloudy day seems to be in Jiangnan on an April day, opening his heart tenderly and affectionately, waiting to embrace someone into the bosom.

Shen Yanbai didn't drive directly in, but turned and circled several times until an hour later, Jiang Zhongyu opened his eyes and woke up.

He looked at the time on his phone in a daze, and said, "...not yet?"

"It's coming." Shen Yanbai speeded up calmly and headed towards Suo Jia.

Jiang Zhongyu half-closed his eyes, and said in a sleepy voice, "You drive very slowly."

Shen Yanbai didn't say anything.

According to Jiang Zhongyu's instructions, Shen Yanbai parked the car in a courtyard planted with big yellow horned orchid trees.

There were no flowers on the tree, and Shen Yanbai judged its species by relying on some of its remaining fragrance.

The yard is small, with a table, a few stools, and a rocking chair under the tree.

The house looks a little old, as if it was repaired many years ago, and some places have even lost bricks and walls. Shen Yanbai was surprised that he would see such a house. When he looked around, Jiang Zhongyu had already He said, "My house may not be very comfortable to live in. I told Cang La that you can live in her house."

Shen Yanbai said, "Am I familiar with her?"

Jiang Zhongyu said with a smile: "You are her savior, what else can she do to you if you live in her house for a while?"

Shen Yanbai felt uncomfortable because Jiang Zhongyu seemed to be chasing someone away.

But he did not continue on this topic, but expressed his attitude with his actual actions.He opened the trunk, took down his luggage, and asked Jiang Zhongyu, "Which room do I live in?"

Jiang Zhongyu had no choice but to bring him in.

The lights in the house were a bit dim, there were few electrical appliances, and there was a smell of damp and decay.

Shen Yanbai was really not used to it, and was shocked that this would be Jiang Zhongyu's home.

Jiang Zhongyu temporarily put his luggage on the stool: "Maybe I have to pack it for you, just wait for me."

Jiang Zhongyu said and entered a small room.

Shen Yanbai found a stool and sat down in a daze.

He stayed there for less than 5 minutes, and heard the creaking sound of the wheelchair, which came from outside the door. For some reason, the strings all over his body were tense, and Shen Yanbai stood up all of a sudden.

A middle-aged woman in her fifties came in pushing her wheelchair. Her complexion was not very good, her lips were pale, and there was a deep groove between her eyebrows, as if she had frown for many years.

The moment she saw Shen Yanbai, she opened her mouth vigilantly: "Who are you?"

Just as Shen Yanbai was about to explain, Jiang Zhongyu came out of the room, holding a pillow in his hand, and said, "Mom, this is my friend, Shen Yanbai."

Shen Yanbai blinked.

In fact, Jiang Zhongyu's mother looks very similar to him.

If Jiang Zhongyu didn't mention it, he didn't think it. After mentioning it, Shen Yanbai felt that the two of them were alike in every way, especially those cold eyes.

"This is my mother. Surnamed Ye." Jiang Zhongyu patted Shen Yanbai on the shoulder.

Shen Yanbai thought for a while, bowed in a very face-saving manner, and said, "Hello, Aunt Ye."

Ye Jing glanced at him with indifferent eyes, and replied faintly: "Hello." Then she waved to Jiang Zhongyu and said, "Push me in."

Jiang Zhongyu then stepped forward and squeezed the handle of the other party's wheelchair, and pushed her back to another room.

In fact, Shen Yanbai was a little surprised.

Because Jiang Zhongyu's mother is not as kind and friendly as he imagined, but looks indifferent and selfish. How did such a mother raise Jiang Zhongyu like this?

Jiang Zhongyu came out not long after, and gently closed the door, explaining: "My mother doesn't usually like to communicate with others, so don't mind too much."

"No." Shen Yanbai shook his head.

"It's almost done, you can sleep in this room." Jiang Zhongyu said.

"What about you?" Shen Yanbai asked him.

Shen Yanbai scanned the room, and suddenly found that there seemed to be only two bedrooms here. If he occupied one of them, where would Jiang Zhongyu live?

"I'll just find a place to live there for a while," Jiang Zhongyu said. "It's really not possible. There are many people I know in the village who can borrow for a while."

Shen Yanbai looked inside the room, the bed was very small, only about 1.5 meters, it would be too narrow to sleep two big men, not to mention that Shen Yanbai felt that under the current situation, it was not appropriate for the two to sleep together.

But the space on the ground is still wide.

So Shen Yanbai proposed: "Do you mind making a floor shop?"

Jiang Zhongyu smiled and said, "You really are not polite at all."

Shen Yanbai didn't say a word, and sat on the bed hugging the pillow, with a look of "this place is mine".

Jiang Zhongyu didn't bother with him too much. After all, he had lived in a worse environment than this for so many years, and it was considered good to lay a floor.

Jiang Zhongyu dug out another floor mat from the cabinet and spread it on the floor, and then spread a thick quilt, plus a thin quilt, which was considered a bed.

Shen Yanbai's thoughts were satisfied, and his mood improved a lot.