“Life and youth, wealth and glory, will all pass away with the passage of time. Only this teardrop flows in the long river of time, shining brightly, forever, forever…” Yang Fan held a teardrop from Aunt Thirteen in his hand and wiped her red nose with a tissue.
"Nothing lasts forever. It will be gone soon." Aunt Thirteen lay with her upper body against the head of the bed and turned her head away, not wanting Yang Fan to wipe her nose and tears.
"No, that girl left a tear in my heart. I came back to the present from five hundred years later, and I am not looking for the person from five hundred years ago, but the person now." Yang Fan said.
Thirteenth Auntie slapped Yang Fan's hand away: "After wiping my nose, you use it to wipe my eyes again. Is that how you wipe?"
"Isn't this what I learned from you?" Yang Fan said with a smile, "You have always treated Guoguo like this."
"I don't care. You can't do this to me." Aunt Thirteen lay down and hid in the thin quilt.
"Okay, Aunt Thirteen, it's getting late. I'm going back to sleep." Yang Fan threw the tissue into the basket.
Thirteenth Aunt whispered, "When no one is around, you can't call me Thirteenth Aunt."
"What is that called?" Yang Fan asked.
It was you who asked me to call you "Auntie Thirteen" in the beginning, and it is you who doesn't allow me to call you that now.
"Think about it yourself." Aunt Thirteen said.
Yang Fan asked tentatively: "Call me 'Third Sister'?"
Aunt Thirteen shook her head: "No."
"Third year of junior high school?" Yang Fan asked again.
Thirteenth Aunt's pretty face blushed slightly: "Am I that small?"
Yang Fan nodded: "You are just that small."
"It would have been great if I had met you when you were still in elementary school at that time." Aunt Thirteen said softly.
Yang Fan said, "It's useless to meet you. You skipped two grades before the third year of junior high school. At that time, I was only in the third or fourth grade. My hair hadn't even started to grow yet. I didn't understand what love was at all."
Thirteenth Aunt stretched her legs out from under the quilt and kicked Yang Fan: "Don't let your imagination run wild."
"Well, I'll go back to sleep then." Yang Fan prepared to get up.
"Then you are allowed to let your imagination run wild," said Aunt Thirteen.
"There's nothing to worry about." Yang Fan said, "Love is the shortest, friendship is long-lasting, and family love is lifelong."
"What is our relationship now?" asked Aunt Thirteen.
"Friendship?" Yang Fan said.
"No!" Aunt Thirteen was not satisfied.
"Then it's family affection." Yang Fan said.
Aunt Thirteen whispered, "Some family affections evolve from the previous two kinds of feelings."
"We are quite capable and we skipped the first two stages right away," said Yang Fan.
Thirteenth Aunt didn't say anything, she just kicked Yang Fan with her leg.
"Kick me, I'll go back to sleep when you've kicked me enough." Yang Fan let her kick him. It was like giving him a massage and it was quite comfortable.
After kicking a few more times and retracting her foot, Aunt Thirteen said, "Why are you calling me when we haven't even agreed that there will be no one here?"
"You have the final say." Yang Fan was too lazy to think about it.
"Who was that you called in kindergarten last week?" Aunt Thirteen discussed with Yang Fan.
Yang Fan asked: "Wife?"
Aunt Thirteen hid her head under the quilt, then stretched out her legs and kicked Yang Fan hard: "No!"
"Then I don't know what to call it." Yang Fan said.
Aunt Thirteen poked her head out from under the quilt and whispered, "My parents and grandma have called me Thirteen since I was a child. They are the only ones who call me that."
As expected, no matter how old a girl is, she likes to be taken care of, and she doesn't even care about her generational status. Yang Fan is a smart person and understood it immediately: "Then let's call her Thirteen. I like this number very much. When I was in middle school, I was on the school basketball team and my jersey number was this number."
"Is it such a coincidence?" Aunt Thirteen was surprised and looked expectant: "Then you call one."
Yang Fan glanced at Guo Guo who was sleeping soundly beside him and said, "Isn't there someone next to you? When there's no one around, I..."
"Is she a human being?" Aunt Thirteen said angrily.
Before Yang Fan could say anything, she added, "She is just a kindergarten creature and doesn't know anything."
Yang Fan shouted, "Thirteen, I'm going back to sleep."
"Yeah." Aunt Thirteen pulled up the quilt, leaving only her two eyes exposed. She blinked and looked at Yang Fan.
After packing a basket of paper towels and putting it in a new plastic bag, Yang Fan carried the garbage bag out of the bedroom.
Not long.
The sound of piano and singing came from the living room.
“…
Green weeping willow in late autumn
Kiss my forehead
In that rainy little town
I never forgot you
… ”
In the darkness, Aunt Thirteen pressed her cheek against the forehead of her daughter who was sleeping soundly.
After all, you are you, not me.
I've watched you grow up, but I haven't found the time I lost.
the next day.
Before noon, Yang Fan cooked a meal, and while waiting for the soup to be cooked, he went to pack the last of his luggage.
"Brother, can't you play with me today?" Guoguo followed Yang Fan and watched him pack his luggage.
"Well, when brother is done with his work and comes back, I'll take Guoguo out to play." Yang Fan took the travel bag packed by Aunt Thirteen and put it in the suitcase.
"When will you be back after you finish your work?" Guoguo asked.
"I will come back when the flowers on the balcony bloom," said Yang Fan.
Guo Guo nodded: "Then I will water them more, and they will bloom tomorrow. Can you come back tomorrow?"
"Sure. As long as they bloom, I will come back immediately no matter how far away they are," said Yang Fan.
"Pink pinky promise." Guoguo stretched out his chubby little finger.
Yang Fan squatted down and made a pinky promise with the little girl.
After making a pinky promise, the little girl believed what Yang Fan said and went off to play by herself.
"Are you going to lie to the children again?" Aunt Thirteen asked Yang Fan, "Maybe in less than a week, those flowers will bloom."
"Not even a week." Yang Fan said.
Thirteenth Aunt did not discuss this with Yang Fan, and said to him: "Fifth Sister seems to want to introduce a blind date to me."
Yang Fan was stunned and asked, "Where does the other party come from?"
"Our ancestral home is in our mountain city. We are a family of officials, and our roots are now in other provinces." Aunt Thirteen said.
Yang Fan didn't say anything.
Thirteenth Aunt said: "The other party is three years older than me, his rank is not as high as mine, and he is unmarried. He knows that I am single and raising a child, so he is willing to meet me. He came to Shancheng on business today."
Yang Fan zipped up the suitcase, lifted it up and put it aside: "Then I will have to move out soon."
Aunt Thirteen, who is divorced and has a child, is surprised that her young talents can still line up from Chaotianmen to Nantianmen.
"Come here and you don't have to move." Aunt Thirteen turned sideways to Yang Fan and pointed at the left side of her cheek with her finger.
"Eat!" Yang Fan ignored her and went to eat.
After dinner, Yang Fan did not rest but prepared to leave home and rush to Jiangbei Airport.
He had booked a car yesterday and didn't let Aunt Thirteen take him.
Before he was about to leave, Yang Fan said to Guo Guo who came to see him off, "Guo Guo, cover your eyes."
Guoguo was very obedient and covered it.
Aunt Thirteen was wondering about this when she saw a shadow coming towards her. She quickly closed her eyes as well.
It's not aimed at the face, it's aimed at the lips.