He Shen didn't quite understand: "Diary?"
Qiao Shao suppressed his pounding heart and said, "Let's go back."
He Shen asked him, "You..."
Qiao Shao shook his head and said, "It's getting late, Da Qiao should be worried."
He Shen couldn't ask any more questions when he was like this, so he could only shake his hand and comfort him: "Let's go."
When they returned to the banquet hall, Qiao Shao went to find his father. When Qiao Zongmin saw his son's red eyes, his heart twitched, and he immediately apologized to the people around him, avoiding them and asking him, "What do you remember?"
Qiao Shao's lips trembled, and he whispered, "I want to go home."
Qiao Zongmin immediately said: "Okay, let's go back now."
The banquet was almost over. Qiao Zongmin said that his son was not feeling well, and no one dared to keep him.
When sending them away, He Shen was full of worries, but he couldn't come forward to ask, so he could only send Qiao Shao a WeChat message. Qiao Shao didn't bring a mobile phone, so he couldn't see it. In fact, he couldn't read it if he brought it. All his energy was used to control his trembling hands.
It took nearly an hour to get home, the good thing is that Qiao Shao has calmed down.
As soon as Qiao Zongmin entered the room, he asked him, "What's wrong?"
Qiao Shao looked up at him, his lips trembling and said, "Our heirloom diary..."
Qiao Zongmin felt goosebumps all over his body as if he had been electrocuted: "You..."
Qiao Shao felt that this was too stimulating for his father, so he breathed lightly: "I want to go up and have a look."
Qiao Zongmin said in a low voice, "I'll accompany you."
"No," Qiao Shao said to his father, "I'll go up by myself."
Qiao Zongmin clenched his fists tightly and stood at the entrance of the stairs: "Okay, I'll wait for you below."
Qiao Shao didn't even dare to look at his father. He could imagine his father's expression, which must have been extremely sad.
In this abyss of lost loved ones, the most painful is actually his father.
Qiao Shao wore a neat suit and walked up the stairs covered with silver-gray carpet step by step. He paused when he reached the second floor. After taking a breath, he clenched the handrail. Normally, Qiao Shao rarely touches the handrail of the stairs. After all, he was young and jumped up in just a few steps, but now he is like an old man and needs the handrail as a crutch to support himself. Go up to the third floor.
The third floor was his favorite place when he was a child, because his parents' bedroom was there, and their study was also there.
Xiao Qiao Shao made a lot of trouble because he slept alone on the second floor. Later, Qiao Zongmin saw that his wife was soft-hearted, so he forcibly took him down. The reason was that a man must be responsible.
Although Yang Yun felt distressed, she was also afraid of spoiling her son, so she hardened her heart and did not look at her son's red eyes.
Who would have thought that when he grew up, Qiao Shao lost the courage to go to the third floor.
When Qiao Shao walked the last step, it was as if he had climbed a few thousand meters of high mountain, and the unspeakable tiredness and heaviness pressed down on his chest.
Don't be afraid, Qiao Shao told himself, don't be afraid...
His father needs him, his family needs him, and his He Shen also needs him. He needs to be braver. He needs to face the past, face the memories, face the pain of forgetting and the happiness that is lost.
Qiao Shao stood outside his mother's study, and behind the apricot carved wooden door was his past.
push away, go in...
"Shao Shao!"
Qiao Zongmin was worried, and when he went up to the third floor, he saw a fainted Qiao Shao.
The son collapsed outside his wife's study, his face pale and bloodless, with blood overflowing from the corners of his tightly pursed lips.
Qiao Zongmin was in a panic, and while calling his name softly, he forced his mouth open, fearing that he would bite his tongue.
Aunt Wu called the family doctor, and the doctor finally stabilized after giving Qiao Shao an injection.
Qiao Zongmin's whole figure was like being washed with water, his hair and clothes were all wet with cold sweat.
Aunt Wu said distressedly: "Sir, go take a shower."
Qiao Zongmin shook his head: "No need." He didn't want to take a step away from his son. Fear seized his heart, and he couldn't tolerate his beloved being taken away by death again.
It wasn't until the next day that Qiao Shao woke up leisurely. He saw the familiar ceiling, and he felt powerless in his heart - he still couldn't do it, even if he knew the key was there, he was still afraid.
What a coward.
"Are you hungry?" Qiao Zongmin's voice sounded.
Qiao Shao turned his head and saw that his father was still wearing yesterday's clothes, his hair was messy, and his face was full of worry and fatigue.
Big Joe didn't sleep all night...
Qiao Shao felt remorse again in his heart.
Qiao Zongmin didn't dare to mention what happened last night and asked him, "Would you like something to eat?"
Qiao Shao sat up and looked at his father: "Dad, can you invite Dr. Zhang to come."
Qiao Zongmin remembered last night's scene and was very afraid: "Don't worry, take your time, wait a few days before..."
Qiao Shao interrupted him: "I want to see Dr. Zhang."
Qiao Zongmin: "..."
Qiao Shao stared at his father and said, "I can do it, Dad, trust me."
Qiao Zongmin frowned, and there was a sense of powerlessness in his voice that no one had ever heard before: "Shao Shao, it doesn't matter if you can't remember anything, Dad..."
"No!" Qiao Shao said, "I think about it, I shouldn't forget her!"
Qiao Zongmin's nose was aching, and the man who only cried at his wife's funeral had red eyes: "I... I'll contact Dr. Zhang now."
Qiao Shao relaxed and leaned on the head of the bed.
When Zhang Guanting came, he was stunned when he saw the haggard Qiao Zongmin: "Mr. Qiao, you..."
Qiao Zongmin said, "I don't mind, go see Xiao Shao."
Zhang Guanting said nothing and went upstairs to Qiao Shao's bedroom.
Qiao Shao's spirit is much better. After seeing Zhang Guanting, he said bluntly: "Dr. Zhang, I know how to restore my memory."
Zhang Guanting said, "But don't you have the courage to open that door?"
Qiao Shao lowered his eyes: "Am I too useless?"
Zhang Guanting said warmly, "You are very strong, a very strong child I have ever seen."
Qiao Shao clenched the quilt and said, "But I can't do it..." He stopped at the last step, knowing that the end was ahead, and that he could finish by running.
Zhang Guanting looked at him with a gentle and gentle gaze, and he said to him in a voice that seemed to float from a dream, "Why do you have to do it yourself?"
Qiao Shao was taken aback.
Zhang Guanting continued: "Why don't you call him together? Didn't he give you a lot of courage."
Qiao Shao raised his head suddenly, his pupils shrank.
Zhang Guanting gave him the answer: "Let him accompany you. With him, you can definitely push the door open."
Is He Shen, with him
Qiao Shao looked dazed, but new hope emerged in his heart.
"I... I'm looking for him," Qiao Shao remembered after speaking, "I'll talk to my dad first!"
Zhang Guanting smiled and said, "Don't panic, you can do it."
Qiao Shao sighed and said, "Thank you, Dr. Zhang."
Zhang Guanting said: "Wait for your good news."
As the so-called one word awakens the dreamer, what Qiao Shao has never been able to do by himself can be done together with He Shen.
He had an appetite because of He Shen, because He Shen could sleep peacefully, and he even remembered so many things because of He Shen, so this time, as long as He Shen was there, he would definitely be able to open the "key".
Qiao Shao waited for Dr. Zhang to leave, and said to Qiao Zongmin, "Dad, can He Shen come to our house?"
Qiao Zongmin was startled, but did not realize the connection.
Qiao Shao's Adam's apple surged and said, "I talked to Dr. Zhang, and he suggested that He Shen accompany me to the third floor."
Qiao Zongmin frowned: "Why is he..."
In this case, Qiao Shao didn't dare to confess his relationship, and only said: "Probably, he... is very important to me."
Qiao Zongmin's eyes flashed, and he said, "As long as it is beneficial to your body, I will support it."
Qiao Shao warmed his heart and said, "I'll call him over."
Qiao Zongmin said, "Give me the address and I'll have someone pick him up."
Qiao Shao was not sure where he was either, and said, "No, he can do it himself." After speaking, he called He Shen.
He Shen hadn't slept all night, and he always remembered Qiao Shao. When he saw Qiao Shao's call, he immediately answered: "Xiao Shao?"
Qiao Shao was about to speak, and was a little embarrassed. He cleared his throat and said, "Is it convenient to come to my house?"
He Shen didn't expect Qiao Shao to let him go to his house.
Qiao Shao was a little cautious: "I need your help with something."
He said that, let alone going to Qiao's house, He Shen wouldn't frown.
He Shen said: "Send me a location."
Qiao Shao said: "Well!"
After hanging up the phone, Qiao Shao saw that his father was thinking, and suddenly remembered something, he said, "That..."
Qiao Zongmin looked at him.
Qiao Shao felt that this matter must be said in advance, otherwise Dad would be hit even harder: "Actually, He Shen's original surname was Xie."
Big Joe:"!"
Qiao Shao bit his head and said, "His name was Xie Shen..."
Qiao Zongmin raised his voice slightly: "That child from the Xie family?"
Qiao Shao quickly explained: "He ran away from home before, and he was studying in Donggao, and it was not easy. Don't be so prejudiced against him, he is different from those in the Xie family."
Qiao Zongmin was so shocked that he couldn't even speak! He urged thousands of times, for fear that his son would be tricked by the bad boy, and as a result...
Qiao Shao reminded him: "What you said, as long as it is beneficial to me, you will support it."
Qiao Zongmin said: "But Xie Shen..."
Qiao Shao said: "If it wasn't for him, I can't eat, can't sleep, can't think of anything!"
Qiao Zongmin was speechless.
He Shen came very quickly. He should have returned to the rental house last night, otherwise he would not have arrived so quickly.
Qiao Zongmin personally opened the door for him, and when he saw this hypocritical face he had seen only last night, he almost slammed the door!
He Shen is very polite: "Hello."
Qiao Shao quickly greeted him and said, "Come in quickly." By the way, he reminded Da Qiao.
Da Qiao was so wronged, but he didn't dare to say anything, so he could only keep his face straight, like a statue.
Qiao Shao didn't dare to be too intimate with He Shen, for fear that the stimulation would be too much, which would make Da Qiao angry.
He Shen's heart is full of Qiao Shao, and he can see at a glance that his spirit is not very good: "Did you sleep well last night?"
In fact, Qiao Shao slept well, but his spirit was stimulated and his face was a little ugly. He said, "It's okay."
He Shen wanted to shake his hand, but considering Mr. Qiao's burning gaze, he held back: "Is there anything you want to come to me?"
Who knew that Qiao Shao took his hand and said, "accompany me to a place."
He Shen resisted the urge to hold him backhand: "Huh?"
Qiao Shao pulled him up and said, "Come with me."
Qiao Zongmin stood in the hall on the first floor, with mixed feelings in his heart, giving birth to the sadness that his cabbage was arched by a pig.
What's going on, why did my son thank the stinky boy from the family for coming so close!
Qiao Shao took He Shen up to the second floor, and as he walked to the third floor step by step, he whispered, "The third floor is where my father and my mother live."
He Shen vaguely understood, and he quietly held his hand.
Qiao Shao seemed to be talking to him and himself: "Since I got home, I have never dared to go up to the third floor."
He Shen felt Qiao Shao's nervousness, and he said, "Is there anything from your mother there?"
"A lot," Qiao Shao said with a deep breath, "I dare not think of her, so I dare not walk up."
He Shen tried his best to ease his mood: "You now..."
Qiao Shao looked at him and said, "I can come up now, but there is something that I don't dare to face alone."
He Shen clenched his hand and said, "I'll accompany you."
Qiao Shao replied, "Well, I need you to accompany me."
These words warmed He Shen's heart, and at the same time felt more distressed for him.
Arriving outside his mother's study again, Qiao Shao felt much better this time than before.
Although he was still a little scared and his hands were shaking uncontrollably, as long as he felt the temperature belonging to He Shen coming from his palm, he could remain calm.
Qiao Shao closed his eyes and turned the doorknob - Mom, long time no see.
He murmured in his heart and walked into the study that had lost its owner.
In an instant, everything he was familiar with rushed to his face, and he seemed to see his mother sitting on the beige sofa under the entire wall of books, drinking tea and flipping through books.
She is very beautiful, the most beautiful woman in his heart. Even in loose home clothes, she is like an angel who has fallen into the mortal world. Even the faintest smile on the corner of her mouth is full of divine brilliance, which can give him the deepest comfort.
Qiao Shao watched without blinking, and his breathing was almost frozen.
"Xiao Shao." He Shen called him softly.
Qiao Shao recovered from the trance, he let go of He Shen's hand, and walked to the desk without anyone while talking to him: "Here is our family heirloom diary."
He Shen followed him.
Qiao Shao opened a wooden box, which contained a dozen thick calendars neatly.
Most covers are red, but also gold and green, and each has the year in gold foil.
Qiao Shao shook his hand and took it out: "This is the treasure of the three of us."
He Shen didn't quite understand what it was, and he didn't know whether he should watch it or not.
However, Qiao Shao had already opened one of the books in front of him, and there were three completely different fonts inside.
One is a beautiful small script, one is a rough cursive script, and the other is an immature handwriting that clearly comes from a child.
While seeing this scene, Qiao Shao's tears rolled down and he said, "From the day I could hold the pen, my mother prepared a diary like this, and the three of us will write something down on it every day."
He rubbed the old pages with his fingers, and said softly: "Look at what my dad wrote today: Old Man Sun is really not a thing, and he poured Laozi wine; my mother wrote: Comrade Da Qiao knocked over the vase, Xiao Qiao's classmates are fishing in troubled waters and don't want to do homework; and I wrote: Drunk Da Qiao stinks to death, mother come and sleep with me."
He Shen was stunned.
It was a very narrow piece of paper, there wasn't much space for writing, and what they wrote was very trivial and simple, but it was full of all the warmth and sweetness of a home.
Qiao Shao shed tears while laughing. The hand turning over the diary seemed to have traveled through time and space, and returned to the distant but eternal past.
When he was a child, when he couldn't write, he drew randomly. Later, I can write, but I can't write more complicated ones, so I use pinyin instead. Later... Qiao Shao turned to the year he disappeared.
In 2014, it was a dark gray diary.
Qiao Shao opened it with trembling hands, and when he saw the first line of words, he was completely lost.
He Shen hugged him hard, and Qiao Shao burst into tears.
On the opened dark gray diary, Juanxiu's handwriting has long been smudged by countless tears that have been dissipated in the past - Xiaoyi, my mother misses you.
From a mother's deepest love for her son, all in this thick diary.
The author has something to say: finally wrote...
This paragraph is the original intention of writing the article, probably because I am also a mother, so I have a deeper understanding of mother's love.
Although no one has given nutrient solution, there should be another chapter in the evening, Da Qiao-style grievance.