15.Go home

Lin Xianfu's mother is called Lin Wanqin, this year more than forty years old, less than fifty, in the hometown of a small company as a clerk, a monthly salary of more than three thousand yuan.

Earlier, the salary is even lower than now, but this stubborn woman to save money, relying on a meager salary alone to raise a son, Lin Xianfu is also relatively competitive, during the study period can occasionally get some scholarships to subsidize the family.

Mother and son of the two rely on each other to support each other for more than ten years, this life has continued until Lin Xianfu grew up.

The year he graduated from college, his mother remarried. Remarried to a high school teacher, character warm and generous, family conditions are good, divorced once, with a just senior daughter.

The two of them are through what channels to know, Lin Xianfu is not very clear, as long as the mother thinks it is okay, he has no opinion, and did not pursue the meaning.

-Since he was a child, he listened more to his mother's words.

After the graduation ceremony, followed by their wedding reception, Lin Xianfu sat in the front row of the wedding banquet, looking at his mother's happy smile, at that time, he realized for the first time, what is called the bitter sweet.

He had grown up and his mother had started a brand new life. Everything in the future was worth looking forward to.

--Immediately after, he perceived that his presence would make the newlyweds a little bit in front of themselves, Lin Xianfu in line with the idea of fulfillment of his mother, he chose to leave the city where he had lived for more than ten years, to go to the provincial city to struggle.

Since then, it has been two years. During the two-year period, Lin Xianfu will often play video phone with his mother, but only did not go back to visit her, whenever asked, he always said on the pretext that work is busy, can not go back.

In fact, he is just avoiding. Precisely because he cares too much about his mother, he is self-avoiding, not wanting to make himself a burden to her new life.

By the time he pulled himself out of his passing thoughts, Lin Xianfu realized that he had already packed his things and was sitting alone in a subway chair on his way to the airport. He scanned his surroundings and noticed the fear in the eyes of the crowd looking at him.

What's going on? None of them are sitting towards me? Lin Xianfu froze, and after a slight flashback, he remembered the scene that had just happened while waiting for the train: while waiting for the train, he stood silently at the back, but once again he encountered the middle-aged woman who liked to make specialization to cut in line earlier, and when she saw her familiar self, she wanted to do the same trick of cutting in the line to come over.

But I was thinking about something, there was no time to care, in the face of her approach, subconsciously used a kind of indifference, cold eyes glanced at her, she trembled, shivering paralyzed with fear on the ground, caused the surrounding people's sidelong glances.

Immediately after that, the others just kept that distance, hesitating to come closer...

What did the middle-aged woman see in her own eyes? Why would she be so out of sorts? Lin Xianfu took out his cell phone and turned on the camera to take a look, and finally found the answer.

It turned out that the color of his own pupils had changed from the original pitch black like ink to a golden yellow color, just like the eyes of a wolf.

Being caught off guard and stared at by such eyes seemed to be quite intimidating. Lin Xianfu laughed to himself, put away his cell phone, and put this little episode out of his mind.

Getting off the subway, he stopped by a nearby bookstore along the way and bought a book he intended to read on the plane.

This first time going home in two years, the money for the airfare alone cost him the last amount he owed.

He didn't care though, none of that mattered as long as he could go back and see his mother.

And the reason why he decided to go straight back, instead of confirming the fact through a relative's phone call, was because - he forgot to leave his stepfather's phone number and didn't ask him in detail which school he was a teacher at. He didn't even really remember the other person's name.

So much so, that when it came to this kind of thing, he didn't even have anyone to ask.

But think of it another way .... If in the unlikely event that he was really critically ill, in order to not let himself worry, his mother would probably hide it.

Because there is a ready-made example to compare: that rainy night after the change, Lin Xianfu until now did not intend to confess to the family it. The so-called mother and son are of one mind, that's what it means, right?

--Deep breath, empty thoughts, Lin Xianfu sat on the machine opened the new book just bought: ＜Outsider＞.

Turning to the first page, the paper reads: "Mom died today. Maybe yesterday, I really don't know. I received a telegram from the nursing home: mother died, funeral tomorrow. Respectfully yours."

....

"Snap."

The book was closed again, never mind, I'd better not read it, Lin Xianfu sighed and closed his eyes intending to get some sleep.

--

The plane ride went smoothly, and when he heard the sound of the airplane engine preparing to land, Lin Xianfu got up from his seat and prepared to get off the plane. He couldn't stay a second longer because of his anxiety.

When he walked out of the airport, the time was already past six in the afternoon, and the sky was gray, as if it had just rained.

Carrying his luggage, Lin Xianfu obediently stopped a cab and rode home. Although when he first got off the plane, he hesitated for three seconds, deciding whether to run back or take a car. The airport was only about eight kilometers from his stepfather's house, and extrapolating from the speed at which he had run home in the dark that night, it was expected to be a matter of five minutes if he ran at full speed. But it wasn't dark enough yet... There were too many people and it was extremely easy to be spotted, so I thought it would be better to forget about it.

Cab driver is a silent middle-aged man, after getting on the car did not say anything, Lin Xianfu also do not have much mood to chat, only to urge the driver to trouble as soon as possible to rush back to the head of the window to look out the window constantly back to the scenery to launch a daze.

Cab out of the airport, drove ten minutes later, drove into the bustling market, where people come and go, the sound of the conversation fall endless, Lin Xianfu is planning to suppress the ear, closed the excess noise, suddenly from more than ten meters away from the doorway of the alley heard a call: help ah!

He immediately sat up straight, subconsciously listen carefully: what is the noise! Stinking woman, it is your good fortune to be able to serve Young Zhang! Still not quick to give me to submit?

Immediately followed by an intermittent call, and then, no sound came out, as if his mouth was muffled.

"Driver, please stop the car, I'm getting off to do something."

Lin Xianfu was unable to abandon the call of the aggrieved, perhaps because of the nature of his heart that had been cultivated by his previous experiences.

Therefore, this idle matter he decided it would be better to take care of it and do it quickly!

He pushed the door open, glanced at the street, and while striding towards there, he carefully went to listen for the sound of heartbeats and talking inside.

"There are only two people..."

After determining the location and target, Lin Xianfu pulled down the hood behind him, covering his face, and under the hood, a pair of golden eyes flashed coldly in the darkness!

"Let go of her!"

Lin Xianfu lowered his voice, using what he thought to be the lowest, coldest, most cruel tone to stand in the doorway of the alleyway and said towards the man and woman who were wrestling together inside.