The day before the autumn festival, major schools began to close, and the gate of Mingcheng Elementary School was full of luxury cars one hour before the end of school.
The pupils in school uniforms walked out of the school one by one, and were soon picked up by their parents who came to pick them up. However, there are only a few who can be picked up by their parents, and most of them are picked up by the nanny or the driver at home.
Aunt Hong, the nanny at home, came to pick up Ji An.
"Little Master." Aunt Hong had been waiting at the door for a long time. When she saw Ji An walking out of the school with her schoolbag on her back, she took a few steps forward to pick up the schoolbag.
"Aunt Hong, you're here." Ji An was a little disappointed when she saw that the person who came to pick her up was Aunt Hong, but she was still very well-bred and greeted.
"Little master, why are you looking so bad? Are you ill?" When Aunt Hong saw Ji An's face, she was a little frightened, and hurriedly probed Ji An's forehead with the back of her hand.
"I'm fine, it's just that I didn't sleep well last night." Ji An also hit a Hache.
Aunt Hong touched her forehead, her forehead was slightly cold, and she didn't have a fever, so she was relieved: "Is it too happy to have a holiday, so I can't sleep because of the excitement?"
Ji An smiled and didn't speak. He was in a bad mood at this time and didn't want to talk much.
"Let's go, let's go home, Aunt Hong made you your favorite stewed beef brisket with tomatoes." The two said, and quickly got into the car.
When the driver saw Ji An getting into the car, he called out to the young master with a smile, and then started the car and left the school. About half an hour later, the car drove into a villa area. Ji An got out of the car and walked to the living room. Aunt Hong followed quickly with her schoolbag.
Entering the living room, Aunt Hong saw that the young master did not go back to his room upstairs, but stood in a daze in the living room, and couldn't help but said: "Little young master, didn't you sleep yesterday? It's still early, you go upstairs to sleep. In a while, I'll call you when dinner is over."
Ji An looked at the deserted living room, with even more loss in his eyes: "Mom and Dad, haven't you come back?"
"My wife is on the plane tonight, and my husband will come back after work." Aunt Hong said.
"Can I see them for dinner?" Ji An asked again.
"This..." She wasn't sure about this either. Aunt Hong hesitated for a while and comforted, "Young Master, sleep well tonight, and you'll be able to see them when you wake up tomorrow morning."
As soon as Ji An heard this, he knew that he couldn't come back. He took the schoolbag directly from Aunt Hong and went straight upstairs.
Auntie Hong sighed, but couldn't say anything. She knew that the young master misses his parents, but with such a big family business as Ji's family, it is impossible for the husband to spend too much time with the young master. As for the wife, when the young master was young, he took care of him wholeheartedly for a few years, but then the young master started to go to school and it was a boarding school. The wife was really bored at home, so she also picked up her youthful career and started painting again.
In the past few years, my wife's paintings have received a good response. She often goes abroad to hold art exhibitions. In addition to deliberately pushing her work off and staying at home for a while during winter and summer vacations, she is also away from home all year round.
Ji An went back to the room, changed his pajamas and wanted to take a nap, but every time he fell asleep, he would be awakened by a nightmare. Because of this, he has no appetite when he eats at night, and even barely ate two bites of the beef brisket stewed with tomatoes, which he likes to eat. Aunt Hong thought he was sad because her husband didn't come back to have dinner with him, so she didn't care much.
After dinner, Ji An went back to the room and tried to go back to sleep. He knew he had to go to sleep. When he was brushing his teeth just now, he just lowered his head, and when he raised it again, he was dizzy. He knew that if he didn't sleep, he might really fall ill.
Ji An doesn't like going to the hospital, and tomorrow is the autumn festival. He doesn't want his parents to worry, so even if he is awakened by nightmares every time, he still tries to fall asleep again and again.
When awakened by a nightmare for the third time, Ji An glanced at the alarm clock by the bed, it was just after eleven o'clock.
"No, I have to find a way to fall asleep." Ji An thought for a while, then got up and went downstairs, dug out the medicine box from the storage room, and took out a bottle of sleeping pills. He looked at the instructions, took a pill and swallowed it, before returning to his room.
Early the next morning.
Ji's father and Ji's mother got up very early, Ji's father was doing morning exercises in the yard, and Ji's mother went to the kitchen, and with the help of Aunt Hong, made small wontons for his long-lost son.
"Young master loves the little wontons you made. I'll be happy for a while." Aunt Hong said.
"I've been too busy this year, and I haven't been at home much. It's rare to come back, so I want to cook more food for Xiao An." Ji's mother is almost fifty, but she looks like she's only in her early thirties, and she is very well maintained it is good. When she spoke, she smiled softly, and her tone was full of doting on her son.
"Yesterday, the young master went home and didn't see you. He was disappointed." Aunt Hong mentioned inadvertently.
"yes?"
"Isn't that right? I went upstairs angrily and didn't even eat a few bites of dinner. Later, I said that when he wakes up, the young master will be better if he can see you early this morning." Aunt Hong said.
Ji's mother's heart was warm and astringent when she heard it. The warm thing was that her son was attached to her, but the astringent thing was that she didn't accompany him more: "I'll wake him up in a while."
"That's a good feeling."
Ji's mother accelerated, wrapped the little wontons, washed her hands, walked out of the kitchen, and went directly to Ji'an's room on the second floor.
She knocked on the door first, but when she saw that there was no answer in the door, she thought it was her younger son who was angry with herself, so she smiled and said, "I count to three. If Xiao An doesn't open the door again, my mother will come in."
Ji's mother smiled and counted three numbers, but there was still no movement in the door, Ji's mother smiled helplessly,
Thinking that he had been away for too long this time, the child was angry. He opened the door directly, intending to go in and have a good coax.
She pushed open the door and saw that her son was lying on the bed with his back to her, looking like he didn't want to pay attention to her. The smile on his face was even worse, and he walked over and squatted in front of the bed, coaxing in a low voice, "Xiao An, isn't it? Are you angry with your mother? Mom knows that your mother went to an art exhibition before the end of the summer vacation. You are very angry. But my mother promises that it will not happen in the future. As long as it is the winter and summer vacations in the future, my mother will stay at home without taking any work. You, so you forgive your mother once, okay?"
Ji An on the bed still didn't move.
Ji's mother continued: "Mom got up early today and made you your favorite little wonton to apologize. Would you like to get up and have a bite?"
Ji An on the bed remained motionless.
Ji's mother frowned and noticed something was wrong. In her impression, Xiao An had always had a good temper, and every time she lost her temper, it was almost a coax. And even if he was angry, he wouldn't have come in for so long, and he was still lying on the bed motionless.
"Xiao An." Ji's mother couldn't help but reached out and turned Ji An over, and suddenly she saw a small white face with cyan, her lips were tightly pursed, and there was no trace of blood.
"Xiao An?!" Ji's mother exclaimed, hugged Ji An and ran downstairs, "Sister Hong, ask the driver to drive over, Xiao An is sick."
At the same time, Ji Lang had just returned from buying breakfast outside. He subconsciously turned his head to look at the sofa. There was nothing on the sofa except a few pillows. Ji Lang was stunned, then remembered that Wu Miaomiao took the doll to school on Monday.
During this time, he helped watch the doll and got to know the doll a lot. Every day when he came back from buying breakfast from outside, the doll would jump off the sofa and threw himself at his feet, like a housekeeping puppy. Ji Lang didn't know where the doll came from, but he didn't hate it. Every time the doll came over, he would pick it up from the ground and put it on the dining table as decoration.
Habits are a terrible thing. When Wu Miaomiao started school some time ago, he knew that Wu Miaomiao was not there, but every time he went out to buy breakfast, or ordered dinner in the evening, he would still unconsciously order two. Even dolls have become a habit now.
"Ding."
At this moment, the phone rang suddenly, Ji Lang threw the breakfast on the table, took a look and found that it was a message from Wu Miaomiao.
Wu Miaomiao: [Xianggong Xianggong, are you up yet?]
Ji Lang: [Yeah.]
After replying to the news, Ji Lang pulled out his chair and sat down, ready to eat breakfast.
Wu Miaomiao: [Then what time are you coming today?]
Ji Lang raised his eyebrows and put a question mark pretending not to know.
Wu Miaomiao was anxious: [What you promised me over the weekend, spend the Autumn Festival with me, have you forgotten?]
Ji Lang continued to pretend to forget: [Oh, then come back.]
Wu Miaomiao: [No, no, you promised me to come to my school and you would put the Kongming lanterns with me. I have bought all the Kongming lanterns! ! !]
The three huge exclamation marks expressed Wu Miaomiao's urgent mood at this time.
Ji Lang smiled slightly, took a bite of the steamed bun, and then replied slowly: [Well, I remembered.]
Wu Miaomiao: [Then when are you coming?]
Ji Lang thought for a while, and asked: [What time does your lighting event start?]
Wu Miaomiao: [Ten o'clock in the evening.]
Ji Lang doesn't like too many people, although he agreed to Wu Miaomiao, he didn't want to go too early: [I'll be there at fifty, and we'll be back when the lights are out.]
Wu Miaomiao: [Then I will remind you again in the afternoon.]
Ji Lang was speechless, but he did not stop Wu Miaomiao.
Is it autumn festival today
Ji Lang was about to put down his mobile phone for a while, then reopened the address book, found his parents' WeChat, and sent a greeting to each of them. His greetings have always been concise, New Year is Happy New Year, and Autumn is Happy Autumn. It's simple and almost perfunctory, but every word is written by himself, not just forwarded.
After sending the blessing message, Ji Lang put down the phone and continued to eat breakfast. During the meal, the phone rang a few times, but Ji Lang didn't look at it, because 80% of it was news from his parents. The news from Ji's parents is the same every time, but there are a few more words than Ji Lang's. After the happy holiday of xx, they will add a sentence to pay attention to the body.
The greeting between them is so simple and boring, like a program with a set formula that automatically runs when the date arrives, but there is not much emotion.
After cleaning up the dining table, Ji Lang cleaned the house again, and then thought that Wu Miaomiao was going home to live today, so he went to the second bedroom to take out the pillows and blankets on Wu Miaomiao's bed and put them on the balcony to dry. Unlike him, Wu Miaomiao likes the sun very much, and also likes to run in the sun in the summer, not to mention the act of drying dolls every day.
After doing all this, Ji Lang cleaned up the house again. He often cleans the room, not because he has a habit of cleanliness or because he likes it, but when he is free, he has nothing to do and doesn't want to go out, so he starts cleaning the room automatically. , and slowly formed a habit.
After mopping the floor, sorting the garbage, and even going downstairs to throw the garbage, Ji Lang took the book and prepared to kill time. I don't know how long it took, but the phone suddenly rang again, Ji Lang took it over and took a look, and found that it was Wu Miaomiao's WeChat.
Wu Miaomiao: [Xianggong, it's noon, I'll remind you that I'm coming at night.]
The corners of Ji Lang's mouth raised slightly, and he really reminded me in the afternoon: [Hmm.]
Wu Miaomiao continued to send: [Xiang Gong, it's noon,
Remember to eat. ] At the same time, he posted a photo of himself eating in the cafeteria.
Ji Lang: [Yeah.]
Wu Miaomiao: [Then I will remind you again at night.]
Ji Lang wanted to say that you don't need to remind me, I'll go. The words have been edited, but they stopped at the moment of sending, and then deleted them all, and only replied with an um.
There were still a few unread messages on WeChat, Ji Lang glanced casually, and found that they were all the blessing text messages forwarded to him by the people in the studio. Then he looked down again, and found a few autumn blessings sent to him by website editors, directors and producers, but other than that, there was nothing else.
Ji Lang was startled, slid his fingers on his parents' WeChat business cards, and opened the dialog box, only to see that only the WeChat blessings he had sent in the past were still bare, and the other party did not reply to him.
Did you even save replies this year
Ji Lang's eyes flickered slightly, but he didn't react much, and then he directly exited the WeChat interface, opened the takeaway app, and ordered a lunch for himself.