Huang Dan sighed, there must be a relative reason behind every secret, why should it be concealed, because it cannot be said.
He rubbed his forehead and asked the man, "Lie down."
Nie Wenyuan lifted the quilt and lay in, wrapped his arms around the youth's waist with one hand, put his lips on his hair, and rubbed lightly, "Did you have a nightmare?"
Huang Dan was stunned, "Yeah."
Nie Wenyuan stroked the young man's hair, "Don't think wildly."
Huang Dan reached a book that he read almost every day, turned to a page and handed it over, "Read it to me."
Nie Wenyuan raised his eyebrows, took the book in his hand and started to read it from the beginning. After reading two lines, he realized that it was also his own book. The time interval was too far. He thought it was all thrown away. There are always fish that slip through the net.
Huang Dan looked at the man, "Your book is either about life or romance, both of which reveal a heavy feeling, the lines are full of sadness, and every little story is not complete, how old are you when you write the book? So many experiences?"
Nie Wenyuan rubbed the young man's shoulder, but did not speak for a while.
Huang Dan thought that the man would not speak. He was about to brush his teeth and wash his face and come back to sleep, when he heard a voice in his ear, as if it came from a distant past, "I was still a young boy when I was writing a book, and I didn't have much experience."
"I also wondered. After thinking about it, it was probably the influence of my previous life. I always felt that something didn't work out. It's a pity."
Nie Wenyuan was unaware that a trace of sadness appeared on his face, which was fleeting, and he patted the young man, "This book was written by my uncle when he was young and ignorant. It's a fussing thing, don't read it again in the future."
"… "
Huang Dan grabbed one of the man's hand, the familiar roughness and the hot and humid temperature made him sigh uncontrollably. His fingertips rubbed against the calluses in the man's palm and scratched carelessly.
Nie Wenyuan's breath sank, and he took the young man's hand to the bed...
After that day, Huang Dan never saw Chen Fei again, and he didn't ask any questions. His mind was in a mess. It was not so much that he couldn't think of anything, it was better that he didn't dare to think about it and didn't want to.
On the twenty-eighth day of the twelfth lunar month, Nie Youxiang came to find her youngest son, hoping that he could leave T city with her and go to the countryside to live. She didn't want to wait until she was old, and there was no one to bring tea and water to her at the end of the bed.
Huang Dan looked at the middle-aged woman who was much older and looked very bad, with gauze wrapped around her head. She was stronger for half her life. Now the life and death of the eldest brother is unknown, the second child has an accident, and the third child is gone. Her philosophy of educating children is not clear. Normal, very normal, there are shadows of many families.
Excellence is not the same as good character.
When Nie Youxiang saw that her younger son didn't speak, she shouted and stretched out her hand, "Xiao, you don't want to go with Mom?"
Huang Dan said that he didn't want to leave, and found an excuse to stay by his uncle's side to see the world, "I will go to work in the new century after the new year, and it's all agreed."
When Nie Youxiang heard this, the sorrow in her heart eased a lot. If the child can have a bright future and stand out, it is better than anything else. Even if she dies, she can rest her eyes. ."
She sighed, "Little, when did you see your brother, tell him that Mom is waiting for him at home. If he is busy, let him report safety."
As she talked, Nie Youxiang burst into tears, "If your sister recovers from her injuries in the hospital, she will be fine, there will be a car accident, your mother and I will not live to this age, and I will suffer, but she just doesn't listen. , I have to leave, and there is a hospital, why can't we stop us? If you don't say anything, it's your life."
Huang Dan watched the middle-aged woman leave, and he said in his heart, "Mr. Lu, my mission has not been accomplished."
System, "Yes."
Huang Dan's words turned his head, "I've accumulated enough points, but I don't really want to zuoài, so I can't improve myself."
System, "Lu Mou is not interested in this topic."
Huang Dan said, "I have no one to say except you."
He said forget it again, "I'm not interested either, Mr. Lu, please remind me if there is an event, it's fine to register directly for me, thank you."
Thirty morning, Huang Dan was called up by Nie Wenyuan. He didn't brush his teeth or wash his face. He followed him sleepily out of the house and went up the mountain to worship his ancestors.
The wind in the mountains is blowing, the snow is flying, and the scalp of the cold person is tight.
Huang Dan was wearing Nie Wenyuan's military coat in his early years, his chin was tucked into the scarf, his eyelids were half-draped, and there was a small piece of eye mucus at the corner of his eye, which he stubbornly clawed on, and the wind, the snow, and the wind couldn't let it shake even a bit.
Nie Wenyuan fiddled with the fire with a branch, shaking the yellow paper one by one, the fire burned more vigorously, and the ashes were blown away by the wind.