Yan Zhuo put the pillow behind his waist and found a comfortable position to nestle in. Shen Ji started the car and headed out of the city, Yan Zhuo suggested, "I will drive later."
Shen Ji glanced at him through the rearview mirror, but he didn't take his words seriously at all, Yan Zhuo argued: "I have a driver's license." Although he didn't bring it with him.
The car drove on the expressway, Shen Ji concentrated on driving, Yan Zhuo moved to the right, he could see Shen Ji's side face, he looked at it silently for a while, couldn't bear the sleepiness and fought desperately, and after a while leaned against The window fell asleep. Shen Ji turned down the air conditioner in the car a little, and looked across the road to the green hills in the distance.
Shen Ji seldom goes back to his hometown at this time. Every year when he drives back on the eve of the Spring Festival, he can see the white snow on the top of Qingshan Mountain. At that time, the expressway is also difficult to drive, and the car drives slowly. It often takes seven or eight hours on the expressway. , wait until it is dark to arrive.
At twelve o'clock, Shen Ji parked the car at the rest stop, Yan Zhuo in the back row knocked his head on the car window, rubbed his head in a daze, and asked, "Are you there?" Looking out the window, I only saw the supermarket directly opposite, and realized that they were still on the highway.
Shen Ji unbuttoned his seat belt, Yan Zhuo lowered the car window, saw Shen Ji entered the supermarket, the car window was brown, only then did he realize that the sky had already darkened, dark clouds were densely packed, the wind blowing before it rained , Blowing away half of Yan Zhuo's sleepy bugs. Shen Ji got into the car and threw the yogurt and potato chips into Yan Zhuo's arms.
Yan Zhuo rubbed the yogurt bottle with his fingers, thanked him, and after Shen Ji took a sip of water, the two set off again. Shen Ji didn't eat and didn't rest all the time, Yan Zhuo stuck to the back of the co-pilot, couldn't help but said to Shen Ji: "When the next rest stop arrives, come and sleep for a while."
Shen Ji only said: "It will be there in a while."
It wasn't until three o'clock in the afternoon that Shen Ji drove off the expressway. There was no expressway in the village leading to his hometown. There was only an old road that was not too wide or too narrow. The driving was a bit bumpy, and Shen Ji's speed was also a little slower. Some, it was already past four o'clock when we arrived at the gate of our hometown.
It was getting darker and darker, and the second uncle called and said that the old man had prepared dinner. Yan Zhuo opened the car window, looked at the little dirt dog that was running as fast as the car, and felt a little excited. He knew that this was Shen Ji's hometown, and he also knew that Shen Ji grew up here from birth until he was fourteen years old. big.
Shen Ji answered the second uncle on the other end of the phone, and said after a moment of silence: "Add a pair of bowls and chopsticks, I brought a friend." Yan Zhuo straightened his back and rolled up the car window. Shen Ji got out of the car, Yan Zhuo followed slowly, the second uncle who had called just now stood at the door to pick up the person, the second uncle said to Shen Ji: "Your grandma has a low fever, she has been a little confused these days."
Shen Ji's second uncle is no longer young, his feet seem to be injured, and he has some difficulty walking, he walked towards them, Shen Ji frowned and asked, "Have you been to the hospital?"
The second uncle said: "I just got back from the city hospital, and I don't want to be hospitalized anymore. These days, she has been thinking about you a lot, just come back as soon as she comes back."
Yan Zhuo pursed his lips, he felt a little uncomfortable when he heard it, he paused his steps, and moved half a step away from Shen Ji and the others, but Shen Ji pulled his arm and said, "Don't get lost."
Knowing that Shen Ji was coming back, everyone except those who were working and studying outside were present. Before Shen Ji arrived, they had already eaten, and the second aunt reheated the meal. After Yan Zhuo briefly greeted those present, he looked at Shen Ji. Although only Shen Ji and Yan Zhuo were eating, the rest of the people were also sitting around the table. The atmosphere was a bit dull, the rain that had been stuffy outside for an afternoon finally fell, and the raindrops were as big as beans.
The person leaning against the door closed the door, and the sound of the rain became muffled. The second uncle said, "The house is all tidied up. When your grandma heard that you came back, she took advantage of the strong sun a few days ago to dry out the quilt."
Yan Zhuo glanced at Shen Ji and saw him eating slowly. Even Yan Zhuo, a bystander, finds it a little strange to get along with each other for such a short time. The attitudes of the few people present towards Shen Ji were somewhat indifferent, only the second uncle's family was busy, and Shen Ji communicated more with them.
The old man fell asleep early, Shen Ji opened the door and took a look, and took Yan Zhuo to the room without disturbing him. Yan Zhuo dragged his suitcase across a threshold. The old house of Shen Ji’s house was just two low rooms. The white walls were a little peeled off. Dark green moss grew on the tiles. The color of the tiles was consistent with the color of the sky. .
Yan Zhuo looked around, saw a house in the backyard, and asked, "Where..."
Shen Ji pushed open the door, let Yan Zhuo into the room, and said, "Second Uncle and his family live in that room." Yan Zhuo responded, and the other people who were eating left after Shen Ji finished eating. Ji's second uncle and second aunt were cleaning up the dishes. Yan Zhuo seemed to have touched something, but he didn't seem to, but he was quickly attracted by something else.
He put the suitcase behind the door and looked around the room. The room is not big, and it is a bit crowded with a bed and a bookshelf. The bookshelf is only half the height of the wall, which is more suitable for teenagers. Yan Zhuo walked over and saw a photo on the bookshelf. In the photo, Shen Ji's face was so tender that water could be squeezed out, but his expression was still indifferent. Yan Zhuo asked excitedly: "This is the room you lived in when you were young." ?”
The photo was taken when he was in junior high school, and it had been placed on the bookshelf in his hometown for ten years. Every time he went home for the New Year, the frame was wiped clean of dust. Shen Ji grew up in his old parents, and among this group of juniors, the old people also miss Shen Ji the most. Shen Ji ignored him, walked to the bed and lifted the quilt. Sure enough, as the second uncle said, the quilt had a fresh smell, and the quilt and quilt cover were newly changed.
Shen Ji glanced back, Yan Zhuo was hunched over, groping through the rows of books on the bookshelf. There was a knock on the door, Shen Ji went to open the door, and the second uncle outside said: "It's raining heavily outside, your second aunt boiled some hot water, wipe off in the room today before going to sleep."
After saying that, Shen Ji followed his second uncle to get hot water, Yan Zhuo went out to help, but Shen Ji drove him back. Yan Zhuo swayed to the front of the bookshelf again, and there was Shen Fu's Six Chapters of a Floating Life on the left side of the second floor. Yan Zhuo only remembered that when he was in school, he learned an article about children's interest in this book. He took it down and flipped through it, and there was a white paper bookmark inside the book. He closed the book, turned over the bookmark, and there was a line of small characters written on it——When it was time, there was a single lamp, no relatives, and no fists.
There was a rustling sound at the door, Yan Zhuo's heart tightened, and he put the bookmark in his jacket pocket. When Shen Ji entered the room, Yan Zhuo put the book back to its original place. Yan Zhuo did something wrong, and as if his heart had been stabbed because of that line, he sat on the side of the bed obediently and looked at Shen Ji.
Shen Ji poured the hot water, twisted two towels, turned his head to Shang Yanzhuo's gaze and said, "Come here, wipe it off."