"In the future, we will open a shop in Wanghai Town. You repair the car, and I will sell desserts at the door." "We can come here for picnics and sketches on weekends." "If we can save more money, we will be motivated to buy a boat. Our little fishing boats can take grandma and grandpa out to sea when the weather is good, although they didn’t mention it again, but I know…” That day, Xue Xia and Wei Chinian stayed until the sunset, rendering the blue sea into a large area of orange-red. Cloth, after the sudden sea breeze said goodbye, he rode his bicycle leisurely and set foot on his way home. The future described by Xue Xia is also Wei Chinian's dream. However, dreams are only dreams after all. It can only be a dream.
After the shock, everything should have recovered and prospered. But Wei Chinian's mother's condition took a turn for the worse in that month. Later, the hospital sent out several critical illness notices, and the woman who raised Wei Chi grew up alone failed to survive. Before his son came of age, he died suddenly. Funerals are simple. Not many people came to offer condolences, most of them were residents of Wanghai Town. Xue Xia also went to worship with her grandma and grandpa. The beauty that the black and white photos can't hide is Xue Xia's deepest impression of Wei Chinian's mother. Out of time, but very profound. That day, she saw Wei Chinian dressed in black standing in front of the mourning hall. There were only a few people between them, but it seemed like a thousand mountains and rivers. At the same time, Xue Xia also noticed that there was a man standing beside Wei Chinian. A man who is incompatible with Wanghai Town. His suit is straight and his face is resolute. His description is mourning, but his eyes are not turbulent, which makes people feel indifferent. And next to him, Wei Chinian... "Xia Bao?" Grandma was calling herself. Xue Xia thought for a while, but ran to Wei Chinian and whispered to him, "My condolences." At the same time, she seemed to touch it casually, but in the process, she quietly stuffed a candy into the boy's hand inside. This seemingly obscure movement was noticed by the man beside him, who frowned slightly and said nothing. From beginning to end, Wei Chinian didn't raise his eyes, Xue Xia was worried, but knew that now was not the time for him to stay. The next day, my grandfather's younger brother brought a large family to Wanghai Town to visit relatives. Grandma and grandfather asked Xue Xia to be a guide and took them around. Xue Xia could not find a reason to refuse, and naturally couldn't find time to see Wei Chinian. Until the day of the funeral, the funeral procession passed by, and the music was mournful and solemn. Xue Xia saw an old man walking in front of the room, throwing paper money, and a long line behind, all in black suits. At first glance, it was quite spectacular. . Xue Xia felt something was wrong. So, that night, after everyone was asleep, Xue Xia sneaked out. The door of Wei Chinian's house is open. Xue Xia cautiously went up to the second floor and stopped in front of Wei Chinian's room. The door was closed, and she knocked twice. No one answered. Xue Xia still didn't give up. She had a strong premonition that Wei Chinian was inside. It's not clear how long it took, Xue Xia's knuckles turned red, and the pain began to affect the nerves, occupying the senses, and the grievances made water splash in her eyes, and it was only then that the door was finally opened. Wei Chinian stood in front of him. Short-sleeved shorts, bony, the youth's hair is like dry weeds, cluttered on his head in a mess, at the same time, his lower eyelids are obviously black and blue, and the new long beard on his chin has not been taken care of. , the whole person presents a gloomy atmosphere, like a nocturnal creature, not fond of light, no light, no light. "Late years..." The next second, Xue Xia fell into his arms. Not warm, still a source of fire for her. Like a moth, she embraced each other without hesitation. "Xia Xia..." Wei Chinian buried his head on her shoulders, his voice was soft, but his voice fluctuated like chaff in the wind, trembling. "I don't have a mother, and I don't have a home anymore..." At that moment, Xue Xia felt that her heart was grasped by a pair of huge hands, and she almost couldn't breathe. Later, she realized that it was the power from Wei Chinian. As if grabbing a life-saving straw, he clamped Xue Xia between his chest and arms, in a posture as if he was going to squeeze people into flesh and blood. Xue Xia closed her eyes. "No." Her tone was extremely gentle, but to Wei Chinian, it seemed to have crossed a distant time and space, coming from the mouth of a woman who was once beautiful and moving, but quickly withered and corrupted. "You still have a home, and I'll give you a home."
She had a relationship with Wei Chinian. However, the next day, Wei Chinian disappeared, leaving only a note with two words: "Wait for me." Xue Xia was stunned. She never imagined that things would turn out like this. It was like she never thought that she would be pregnant in the summer after graduating from high school. The child was not saved. She also lost her child the day she knew it existed. Grandpa's eyes that hated the iron and the red eyes of grandma, and the two old men's repressed cries and sighs when they fell asleep, all this made Xue Xia's heart feel like being delayed, the pain of cutting the flesh, the pain of slicing the heart , It is more dazed and overwhelmed, as if there is a place in the body that has been eroded and can never be filled.