He Xiaoyun occasionally wonders, is the world she lives in really a book? Could it be that the so-called reality in her memory was just a dream she had
She doesn't think about these many times, after all, her life is full and busy, and she doesn't have much time to worry about it.
The last time I remembered it was because of a classmate of Wei Yuanhang.
Wei Yuanhang is already in high school. A boy of this age has his own preferences and ideas. On weekends, he goes out more to play with his peers instead of clinging to his parents like he did when he was a child.
There will be some guests at home this weekend, He Xiaoyun went out to buy vegetables in the morning, and happened to be at the gate of the compound when he came back, when he ran out, he explained: "Uncle and Aunt Wu are coming to eat at noon, remember to come back early. "
"Got it!" The big boy responded.
Under a tree on the opposite road, his classmates were waiting there, and one of the boys said, "Wei Yuanhang, hurry up, Yu Yanyan and the others may have already arrived at the library, and later they will say that we are like turtles!"
"Who is the tortoise? It was the girl who was late last time, and the girl is the big tortoise!"
"Then you talk to those girls."
"You think I'm stupid?"
Several young people laughed and walked away, but He Xiaoyun was stunned for a while before walking home slowly.
The name Yu Yanyan is very common. If you call Yanyan on the main road, there may be five or six girls answering you, but when this name appears together with Wei Yuanhang, it evokes the memory of He Xiaoyun—it is a book. The heroine's name.
But she clearly remembered that the girl met Wei Yuanhang after he graduated.
It's possible that her arrival changed things.
So she began to think again, is this really a book? Did the previous life she thought really existed
When I got home, I changed my clothes and chose vegetables absent-mindedly.
Not long after, Wei Jianwei came back from the camp and went out of the kitchen, she hadn't noticed yet.
"Thinking about what?" he asked.
He Xiaoyun was startled, turned her head to look at him, and said angrily, "I didn't make a sound when I came back."
Wei Jianwei was a bit innocent, didn't he just get her words because he made a noise
He rolled up his sleeves and was about to choose vegetables with her, but He Xiaoyun pouted to the side, "Pull out the pig hair."
I planned to make Dongpo pork at noon, so I specially bought pork with skin on.
"Xiaohang isn't at home?" Wei Jianwei rummaged through the tweezers.
"I went to the library with my classmates."
"Which students?"
When He Xiaoyun heard this, she laughed, "Don't worry, I think they are all very well behaved."
During the Chinese New Year last year, Wei Yuanhang set off firecrackers on the main road with a few boys in the same class, scaring the girls passing by, and went to the family court to file a complaint.
Wei Yuanhang, together with three or four male classmates, was dragged back by Wei Jianwei and punished to run ten laps. Everyone was sweating profusely in the winter and trembling when walking.
When the classmate’s parents found out, they not only had no objections, but also made a special trip to thank them, saying that if such a thing happened in the future, they would have to ask Wei Jianwei for education.
Wei Jianwei's military rank has gradually increased over the years, and he has a serious and serious appearance, but now he is more dignified and profound. When the children saw him, they were all as scared as quails.
Who would have thought that when he was at home, he would roll up his sleeves and pluck pig hairs
He Xiaoyun looked at his concentration and smiled again.
Wei Jianwei looked up at her, and she joked, "If there is a pig hair-plucking competition in the army, you will definitely be ranked."
In recent years, he has done all the work of killing chickens, dissecting fish, and burning pig hairs.
Wei Jianwei cooperated and said, "It's the master who taught me well."
He Xiaoyun was overjoyed.
The guests who will come in a while include her younger brother He Xiaojun's family, as well as her classmates and colleagues.
After graduating from college a few years ago, she stayed on as a teaching assistant while continuing her studies.
The students in the class have their own futures. Among the four girls, Wu Jing, like her, also stayed in school, Liu Yangyang joined the government unit, and only Wang Lingling went back to her hometown.
Wu Jing went round and round with her husband, and finally came together again. The man went to the city for her, started as a small stall, and now the business has grown quite big, and the two have a five-year-old son.
Because they are classmates and colleagues, He Xiaoyun and Wu Jing have grown closer over the years, and even the two families have become very close. It is common to visit each other for dinner.
Her younger brother, He Xiaojun, studied at film school and is now working as a photographer in a studio, working hard towards his dream of being a director.
He is also married, and what's interesting is that his partner is Liu Yangyang, and he only met because He Xiaojun went to school to find He Xiaoyun.
Liu Yangyang wanted to introduce He Xiaoyun to her brother at the beginning, but she didn't expect to become He Xiaoyun's younger sibling instead. When the two appeared in front of He Xiaoyun holding hands, she was both surprised and delighted.
They will also bring their daughter to dinner later.
He Xiaoyun was in a daze again, she thought, there were not so many lively people and so many interesting things written in that book.
"oops-"
She was staring blankly, when the grass carp in the bucket next to her suddenly swung its tail heavily, throwing her all over the water.
The weather is hot, and the clothes are thin. Although it is not cold when it gets wet, it is uncomfortable to stick to the body, so she had to go to the room to change.
Just after changing, when he turned around, he bumped into Wei Jianwei's arms.
The door was unlocked, and he followed in at some point.
He Xiaoyun pushed him, "What are you doing?"
Having shared the same bed for many years, she still has a bit of shyness like a girl, and she feels uncomfortable when he sees her changing clothes.
"Tie your eyes up," she said.
But he asked with a smile, "Are you going to be tied up tonight?"
He Xiaoyun didn't realize what he meant for a while, but when she figured it out, her face became hot with embarrassment, and she raised her hand to hit him, "In broad daylight, Comrade Wei Jianwei, your thoughts are extremely dangerous and unhealthy!"
Wei Jianwei smiled lowly, put his arms around her waist, lowered his head and touched her forehead with his forehead, "Do you feel unwell?"
In just a short while, I saw her in a daze twice.
He Xiaoyun shook her head, simply leaned into his arms, sighed softly and said, "In the blink of an eye, Xiaohang has grown so big."
In the blink of an eye, so many years have passed.
Wei Jianwei patted her on the back, "Did he make you angry?"
The implication is that he intends to wait for his son to come back and teach him a lesson.
"No." He Xiaoyun laughed, "I just felt a little emotional all of a sudden."
She suddenly had the desire to ask him, "Tell me, is it possible that our life is not real, just like a movie, TV series, or a book, where the plot is arranged?"
Wei Jianwei thought about such a wild and unconstrained idea, and then shook his head and said, "I can't imagine it. However, if it is a book, is it written in the book?"
He moved closer and kissed her lightly.
He Xiaoyun was stunned, then shook her head and smiled, "No, it wasn't written in the book."
"That book is fake." Wei Jianwei was sure.
His tone seemed to dislike that the book did not write the two of them very close.
He Xiaoyun laughed because of his rare childishness.
The two hugged for a while, and he said, "Do you want to go out? The guests are coming soon."
Yes, the guests are coming soon.
There is no need to think about what is true and false.
Everything she has at this time, relatives, lovers, and friends, is so real and beautiful.
She had them and always had them, and that was enough.
He Xiaoyun took Wei Jianwei's hand and walked out of the room, preparing to welcome the guests.
The breeze blew into the room, and the white curtains floated up and then slowly fell down.
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