After the car drove away, the outside became quiet, and the light at the rear of the car was gradually engulfed by the surrounding darkness, until it completely disappeared in the corner ahead.
Xiao Yu'an stood at the door, looking at the place where the light disappeared, only to realize that it was a little cold when Xiao Jincheng's voice came from behind.
In the cold winter and the twelfth lunar month, the snow stopped and fell, and he came out in a hurry. He was busy dressing Mingshu and carrying his luggage, and he forgot to put on a coat.
Xiao Jincheng looked shocked, "What happened? Who took the little one away?"
Mingshu was not a little boy for a long time, he was taller than a boy of the same age, but Xiao Jincheng was used to calling him a little boy and was too lazy to change.
After such a commotion, the Xiao family woke up, the light was on in the hall on the first floor, Xiao Muting threw a coat to Xiao Yuan, "Put it on."
The incident happened suddenly, don't say that Shu was ignorant, Xiao Yu'an was also caught off guard. Grandpa brought Mingshu's parents up just now, saying that Mingshu's grandfather died, and to take Mingshu to handle the funeral, it was also considered to see his grandfather. Last side.
He subconsciously saw Mingshu. Mingshu must have heard the words clearly at the time, but sitting on the bed, clutching the quilt with both hands, stared straight at Wen Yue, as if he couldn't digest the information.
Wen Yue said that he was going to leave soon, but Mingshu didn't move. He moved Mingshu to the bedside and asked Mingshu to change his clothes. Mingshu looked at him and called his brother softly. In that case, he couldn't say much, so he had to bring the clothes and help Mingshu wear them.
Mingshu didn't move, just let him wear it.
A few years ago, he also helped Mingshu wear clothes, and the child would giggle when it was itchy, and his voice was very soft. Sometimes he is anxious and moves too much. If Mingshu's hand is pinned and his breathing is suffocated, he will frown and say brother, you hurt me.
It won't be so quiet after all.
He had an indescribable feeling in his heart.
Wen Yue kept urging, and outside Ming Haofeng was telling his grandfather about the situation at home.
It was also the first time he encountered such a thing. It was inevitable that he was busy at home. He put on his shoes and pushed Mingshu out. Mingshu grabbed his hand and looked a little helpless, "Brother."
He once thought that Mingshu was too sad to learn that his grandfather passed away, so he would arrest him. He comforted him, and out of the corner of his eye caught a glimpse of the suitcase in the corner, and hurriedly brought it to Mingshu.
The box contains the clothes Mingshu used to go to the beach with him, but now Mingshu has to take this box to his grandfather's memorial service.
When he went downstairs, Mingshu was like a puppet. He reminded him several times, but Mingshu didn't respond, but kept holding him tightly.
At the door, Wen Yue took Mingshu from his hand and dragged him to the side of the car. Mingshu turned to look at him, and made a move to break free. But Wen Yue pulled very hard. Soon, Ming Haofeng nodded to his grandfather, stepped forward quickly, grabbed Mingshu's shoulders, and directly blocked Mingshu's sight.
He had seen Wen Yue and Ming Haofeng, but it was the first time he saw them holding Mingshu at the same time.
Parents holding their children, this should be a warm picture, but the picture in front of him is a bit cruel, like a torn photo, which is barely glued back.
Mingshu was pushed into the car, and when he saw Wen Yue's action, he couldn't help frowning and almost called out what you were doing.
Before the door was closed, Mingshu called out to brother again, still a very light and dazed voice.
But he was too late to respond.
"What about tomorrow?" Xiao Jinlan asked, "Will you wait for Mingshu to come back?"
Xiao Zhengyun said, "Hao Feng told me just now that the Wen family's funeral is not so fast, and I will return after the Spring Festival."
Even Xiao Jincheng, who provokes Mingshu the most, was a little sad, "It must be difficult for a little one to accept."
"Go to sleep." Xiao Zhengyun said, "You have to learn to face these things."
This made everyone silent.
Growing up means that the family will grow old slowly, leaving one by one.
Xiao Jinlan hugged Xiao Zhengyun, "You are not allowed to say that, you will live a hundred years."
Xiao Zhengyun smiled, "Okay, listen to my precious granddaughter."
Xiao Yuan sat in the living room for a while, the last one went upstairs, lay on the bed for a long time and couldn't sleep, and finally got up and tidy up the room.
He didn't have room to think before, but now he calmed down and thought about it, only to realize that Mingshu was holding him and dragging him, hoping that he could pull him.
The death of a loved one must be a sad event. But he understands Mingshu and understands the situation of the Ming family. Mingshu's attachment to his parents when he was a child has turned into a kind of defensiveness and hatred. He still has feelings for his grandparents, but how can he get a trace of affection for his grandfather who has never met
Mingshu's stunned state just now was probably not because his grandfather passed away, but because the long-awaited Spring Festival trip ended before it even started.
How much Mingshu looks forward to this trip, no one knows better than him.
But Mingshu was pulled away just like that, and he was pulled to attend a memorial service for a "stranger".
Xiao Yuan looked at the suitcase in the corner, there was another one there, and his eyes gradually became heavy. He has always avoided evaluating Mingshu's parents, and he never said a word to Mingshu about Wen Yue and Ming Haofeng, but at this time he also felt injustice.
They have never fulfilled their obligations as parents, especially Wen Yue, who has not come back to see Mingshu once in the past two years.
But they asked Mingji to fulfill his obligations as the Son of Man.
Of course Mingshu should go to grandpa's memorial service, but shouldn't they care about Mingshu's mood? What is pulling, pulling and pushing into the car? They wouldn't listen carefully to what Mingshu said
Mingshu is not an unreasonable child, even though he has been used to being a little arrogant in recent years, but if Wen Yue said to Mingshu like a normal mother—grandpa died, I know you really want to go to the beach with your brother, but Can I go home with my mother this time
Even if Mingshu is reluctant, he will definitely agree.
But what have they all done
Family and home make Mingshu feel insecure and belonging. Xiao Yu'an opened the drawer and saw two strings of bracelets, mint and pink, which were a bit old.
That was the gift he gave Mingshu back then, and it was also the first gift Mingshu received. Later Mingshu put them in his drawer. He asked why. Mingshu said that because they are precious, they should be hidden in a safe place.
For Mingshu, home is not a safe place.
Xiao Lanyue came to pick up people early in the morning, only to hear that Mingshu was taken away, and he was a little helpless for a while. This trip was unpleasant from the beginning. Although grandpa's house was lively on New Year's Eve, Xiao Yu'an always thought about Mingshu. He didn't go to set off firecrackers. He stood alone on the terrace watching the ebb and flow of the sea.
My grandfather came over and said, "You guys, you are still young, so just take a little thing to heart. When you grow up, you will understand some things, you can only accept it and let it take its course. Xiaoshu can't come this year, you can bring him next year. Isn't it? Next year is not enough, then the year after. Grandpa is waiting for you."
Xiao Yuan looked back at Grandpa. The old man was full of white hair, silver-grey in the moonlight.
He felt soft in his heart, opened his arms, and hugged his grandfather.
For as long as he can remember, he has come back to see his grandfather every year. A few years ago, his grandfather was very tough, taking him and Xiao Jinlan to run on the beach. Now that my grandfather is old, he is out of breath after taking a few more steps.
Grandpa is actually right, they need to accept and adjust to parting. But he hoped that such parting would be a little later.
The Wen family is a big family. The funeral took seven days. Mingshu met the grandfather he wanted to see when he was a child.
Incense candles burned, paper money fluttered in the wind, Wen Yue lost his suitcase that had been carefully organized for half a month, and he had no clothes for the Spring Festival.
However, those colorful clothes could not be worn at funerals, and those who did not know made him wear sackcloth and filial piety. He didn't resist, but his eyes became more and more gloomy.
In the lost suitcase was a gift he was going to give to his brother. It was a craft dagger he bought with the prize money he got from participating in the handicraft competition on behalf of the school last semester.
His first gift was brought back from the sea by his brother. So he kept hiding it from his brother and wanted to give gifts to his brother by the sea.
But now, the dagger is gone.