(1)
The next day was originally Saturday. It stands to reason that Yang Ren should be able to sleep until eleven o'clock, but the old man of the Xu family was ill, and the family made him worry so much that he woke up at half past six. He also knew that he couldn't go to Xu's house at this time, and could only toss and turn on the bed to kill time.
Lying so empty, memories naturally slowly emerged in front of my eyes.
At that time, Kang Xiaomeng, a girl who was in the blooming season, fell in love with Xu Yao. She knew that her brother and Xu Yao had a good relationship. My sister's own thoughts, so this little oil bottle can't be thrown away.
Yang Ren had no choice but to lie. Sometimes he said he went to the library, sometimes he said he was going to rehearse the drama, and finally detoured to Xu Yao's house. Later, Kang Xiaomeng discovered his little trick and simply waited for Yang Ren near Xu Yao's house.
Forced to be helpless, Yang Ren had to really meet Xu Yao in the library, but Xu Yao still liked it there. In a quiet environment where you can't speak loudly, Yang Ren and Xu Yao sit face to face with a large notebook, I write a sentence, you write a sentence, it's like a small note secretly passed down in school. Unconsciously, the extremely thick notebook was filled with writing by the two of them.
When we separated later, the black soft leather notebook was left in Xu Yao's house. Yang Ren didn't know where it went now, and where did the architectural model of the house in Xu Yao's small home go
(2)
Finally at nine o'clock, Yang Ren sat up, washed hastily, put on his down jacket and ran to Xu Yao's house, even forgetting to bring his son.
The security door in Xu Yao's house is an old-fashioned one that can be ventilated. If it's summer, the door inside will definitely be open, but now it's winter, and the door is closed more tightly.
Yang Ren knocked on the door, but there was no response. He knew that the old man had bad legs and feet, so he calmed down and knocked on the door again. After waiting for a while, there was still no response.
God, nothing will happen, right
The stubborn old man's illness has not yet healed. He lives alone in a room. If he really faints or falls, Xu Yao may not be able to find out in time, which may cause serious trouble.
The more he thought about it, the more frightened he became. Yang Ren put his ear against the security door. The room was very quiet and there was no sound at all. He knew that Xu Yao couldn't go out, and the old man couldn't drag Xiao Ai with his sick body to set up a street stall in the morning.
Yang Ren was so anxious that he began to slam the door with all his might. Dangdang was very loud, and soon the door was opened, and a middle-aged woman scolded: "What are you knocking, you are knocking on the door of a deaf person? Go to sleep and get out!"
(3)
This made Yang Ren angry. He couldn't bear this kind of person with his violent temper, not to mention that she was still rude to Xu Yao. He rushed over and raised his slap to the woman's face. The woman was really frightened when she saw this, she took a step back and hurriedly closed the door. Yang Ren didn't do anything, and stretched out his hand to pull the door. Just as he caught up with the woman's force, his fingers were caught in the crack of the door, and his eyes suddenly hurt. Take Venus.
The old man caught up from down the stairs, quickly pulled Yang Ren back, and then waved his hand and said that he should not have the same knowledge as that woman.
Yang Ren held up his numb fingers and hissed and gasped. He found that the old man was alone with a plastic bag containing fried dough sticks in his hand. He hurriedly asked, "Where's Xiao Ai? You leave Xiao Ai and Xu Yao alone at home. already?"
The old man opened the door with the key and said, "No, I just went to send Xiao Ai to her mother."
The door opened, the room was quiet, Xu Yao folded her daughter's clothes in his bedroom. Yang Ren walked over, stood at the door, and found that he folded very carefully, and would repeatedly touch each piece of clothing with his hands to confirm the front and back.
Yang Ren still remembered that when they first met, because of his poor hearing, Xu Yao said to him: "I don't know how much effort I have to put in every moment to make people feel that I am no different from ordinary people." You don't need to ask to understand, it will be more difficult for him to cope with life now than before.
The anxious Yang Ren just slammed on the door and made such a big movement that Xu Yao couldn't hear it, and now he was standing not far behind Xu Yao, Xu Yao still didn't notice it, how did he live like this? What's the point of such a life
(4)
The old man came over and asked Xu Yao to have breakfast. Seeing that Yang Ren was still standing at the door and did not go in, he went straight in and patted his son on the shoulder: "Yang Ren's finger was caught by the door, you can take a look."
Yang Ren reacted and didn't want Xu Yao to know what he was in a hurry just now because he was worried about his accident, so he quickly waved his hand and said no.
Xu Yao couldn't hear what he said, so he walked up to him and stretched out his hand. Looking at the hand that was pulling his teeth, all the struggles in his heart were gone, and he mysteriously placed his swollen finger on Xu Yao. hands.
The hands of the two finally touched again after a lapse of ten years. The feeling was completely incomprehensible to me. Xu Yao covered his other hand, touched the swollen area, and asked, "It's so swollen. how did you make it?"
Yang Ren didn't speak, the old man saw his embarrassed face, thought he was embarrassed to say it because of his presence, so he turned and walked to the living room.
Once again getting Xu Yao's concern, Yang Ren wanted to cry out of nowhere. There were countless thoughts in his heart that he wanted Xu Yao to know, but he couldn't condense it into a thousand words. The tacit understanding was cultivated ten years ago, and Xu Yao's changing face let Yang Ren know that the little tacit understanding had not subsided, even after ten years had passed.
Xu Yao waited for a while with his ears sideways, but could not hear a response, he knew that Yang Ren didn't want to tell the reason, he stopped asking, and gently stroked the swollen finger with his right hand, and said softly, "Fortunately not Broken bones."
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Pull the little hand. Continue to develop in the next chapter