She subconsciously squeezed his shirt, Gu Ping seemed to have guessed something, and patted the hand on her waist.
"Yanyan," Grandma didn't say a word, and his father opened his mouth first, carrying two big orange bags in his hand, "Daddy remembers that you like to eat orange tangerines, so I bought you a few kilos."
Her mother was a famous beauty, but her father looked very old.
While speaking, he took off his cotton hat. He was less than fifty and his hair was mostly white.
"It just happens to entertain guests during the New Year." Grandma smiled and took the orange plastic bag and walked to the kitchen. "Today is Friday. You will stay one day and wait until Xiao Gu comes back from get off work to have a good meal."
She always leaned against the cabinet on the backboard side, a little dazed, not knowing how to deal with this sudden meeting. Gu Ping had never met her parents, and she had never questioned her. She always wanted to tell him everything one day when she had a chance.
But it was such an ordinary morning that caught her off guard.
Father opened the shoe cabinet, bent down and looked around carefully, trying to find the slippers that the guests were wearing, looking at the neatly stacked leather shoes and sneakers, but was at a loss, got up cautiously, turned his head, smiled embarrassedly and looked at them.
Tong Yan moved, unwilling to say anything.
When he hesitated, Gu Pingsheng had already walked a few steps over, opened the second floor of the shoe cabinet, took out a pair of new slippers, bent over and put them at his father's feet: "You wear this pair, it should be about the same size."
"Xiao Gu, Xiao Gu, don't bother you..." Father said hurriedly, supporting his arm.
Gu Ping didn’t see him talking, so he didn’t respond. He straightened up and looked at the way his mouth was closed just now. He immediately smiled: “I have some hearing problems temporarily. If you talk to me in the future, let me see the shape of my mouth clearly. ."
Tong Yan walked over and subconsciously took his arm.
"It's okay, it's okay, your grandma told me, it's okay." My father continued to say that it was okay, a little hurriedly changing shoes, and finally did not forget to put his shoes on the mat by the door, so as not to rub the floor.
She looked at her father who was so cramped, and her cold expression slowly faded away. But since my grandmother fell ill, my father has only appeared a few times, and he wanted to covet the money to sell the house. These shadows were all over my heart. She looked at the half-old man who walked to the corner of the sofa and sat down alone, holding his hat in both hands, still not knowing how to speak.
Gu Pingsheng checked the time, hurriedly sat down for two breakfasts, took out his suit jacket from the bedroom, and prepared to go to the company. Tong Yan followed him step by step to the hallway, a small bend, covering the bodies of the two people.
"You come back early." She looked at him nervously.
He smiled slightly, propped one hand on the stone wall of the entrance, lowered his head and kissed her silently. The tip of her tongue still smelled of soy milk, she leaned against the uneven stone wall and held his waist with her hand.
There was a sudden noise in the kitchen.
She turned her head reflexively and listened with her ears upright.
"Say, listen to me." Gu Pingsheng's voice slipped into her ears. When she turned her head, he had become lip-synching: For cancer patients, the most important thing is the mood. For the health of the elderly, today Be happy.
She nodded slowly, shook his two fingers, and repeated the instructions: come back early.
Gu Pingsheng laughed so that the wine vortex was getting deeper: Okay.
She also laughed. The person in front of him and his shoulders were already the most trustworthy leanings.
She watched him open the door, finally took a light breath, turned and walked out of the hallway. It’s just that I didn’t expect that at the moment when the door was hit, Gu Pingsheng suddenly raised his voice and said: “Dad, I will go to the company first.
The father on the sofa stood up abruptly and said to the direction of the door: "Hey, go slowly."
"Well, Xiao Gu said that I can't hear you." Grandma laughed.
Seeing the heartfelt smile on the old man's face made her feel relieved: "I'm going in to read, you sit down slowly."
She spent the entire day lying on her stomach in her bedroom, reading the judicial examination books, page by page, line by line, reading each word more seriously than when reviewing. Across a door, you can vaguely hear the movement outside. It is probably the grandmother leading the father to see this new home, slowly and carefully introducing every corner.
The one she heard the most was "Xiao Gu".
When eating at night, she couldn't help being worried, for fear that something would happen suddenly. Fortunately, everything was calm. When she sent her father away, she still couldn't believe that there would really be such a family dinner, warm as a dream...
"In fact, when I was in elementary school, my father was quite good. He was a very honest person. He didn't like to talk, and he liked to work." She lay on the bed, looked into his eyes and said, "Later... Maybe I divorced my mother. , It changed. I still don’t like to talk, but I’m obsessed with stocks. I try my best to borrow money to speculate in stocks. I always say, “If I have 5 million, those who look down on me will be taken seriously.””
Gu Pingsheng sat on the carpet with his left hand on the edge of the bed, smiling lightly: "It's just because of this, it's not worth losing a father."
Tong Yan looked at him with blinking eyes.
Indulging in this way is like gambling, with a lot of foreign debts, and even not letting go of any available money in the family. Regardless of the upbringing of the children and not fulfilling the duty of support... She wanted to count them one by one, but she thought that his nominal father, the deputy director of a well-known nephrology department, seemed to him just a name.
I haven't seen it a few times in the long thirty years. How can I talk about nurturing
The light of the wall lamp was very soft. She stretched out her hand to touch his face, from the bridge of the nose to the lips, and finally poked the shallow wine vortex with her index finger very seriously: "As soon as I see you, I want to take care of you... Obviously You are ten years older than me. It's weird." The skin of the tentacles is very slippery, so good that you are jealous.
Gu Pingsheng raised his eyebrows lightly: "What did you say?"
"It's nothing, I'm talking in a dream," Tong Yan smiled and pulled the duvet over and covered himself, "It's been a long time for the Chinese New Year. It's great... Can I go to your house to pay a New Year's greeting?"
She looked at the wall lamp in his eyes, looking forward to it, until she heard him say yes, she covered her head with a duvet, and laughed silently, excited as if she had been admitted to university.
After so long, he can finally go to his grandfather's house justifiably.
As the Spring Festival approached, it suddenly snowed for three days and two nights. The traffic in Beijing was almost paralyzed and taxis were hard to find. Because they are cooperating on multinational projects, Gu Pingsheng’s work did not decrease because of the approaching Spring Festival. Instead, he worked overtime until late at night in order to make time for vacation with her.
Shen Yao started complaining to her about the cold snow in Beijing. Later, she found that she was absent-minded every time she called. Gradually, she realized that she was ignorant of current affairs. She lamented that she was really a little daughter-in-law mentality, sitting at home every day looking forward to her return...
Tong Yan was too lazy to talk and sent her away, taking a book from his pillow and reading it.
When I opened it up, many of the densely packed comments were mostly in scribbled English. She didn't understand it well, but she also guessed that they were the reference materials he used to give lectures.
"Talking."
Grandma opened the door and came in.
She put down the book: "Why are you still asleep?"
Grandma walked to the bed and sat down: "Grandma wants to discuss something with you." After the first half of the sentence, she hesitated inexplicably. Tong Yan had a vague premonition that was not so good. Sure enough, Grandma's next words were for money. "At the beginning, the money from selling the house to see a doctor, grandma wanted to use it to pay back your dad's debt in one lump sum."
"No," she sat up abruptly, and turned her side by the tingling of her tail vertebrae: "I want to keep this money."
Sure enough, I still couldn't have any hope.
She thought step by step, filling in the various words of her father persuading her grandmother, silently gripping the edges of the duvet.
I can see the expression of my grandma, and Gu Pingsheng's words are always in my ears. You can't be angry or affect your grandma's mood. She continued to persuade herself, suppressing her voice, and said, "You are so old, so you still want to save some money for retirement, in case... someday should I have an accident? Who can you count on?"
Grandma's tone is calm, but her attitude is very determined.
"Your dad is sincere this time. You also know that it is not easy for the family to lend to your dad only to earn some interest. But I didn't expect to borrow it like this and never repaid it in seven or eight years..." Grandma whispered. Looking at the past, taking out those old things and retelling them.
Words are obsolete, repeating the facts that have been deliberately forgotten.
In the end, grandma even began to say that the one who felt most at ease in her life was not her sensible, but her unsuspecting son. If my mother dies, how can my son live on with debts...
At the end, tears couldn't stop streaming.
She just watched, already crying, and reached out to wipe the tears for her grandma: "I really didn't want to raise him. When he gets old and can't move anymore, I don't have the strength to engage in stocks. I will definitely raise him..."
She had never seen her grandma crying in person like this, even if it was painful in chemotherapy, the painful whole body was soaked with sweat and had never cried, even sitting in front of her choked and sobbed. In the end, she was crying and trembling, she didn't know what to say was crying.
The door was suddenly opened like this.
Gu Pingsheng lowered his head, took off his tie, and then raised his head to see the situation in the bedroom.
He threw his tie and suit jacket on the bed, walked over and patted Tong Yan on the shoulder, and then squatted down in front of his grandmother to comfort him warmly. Without asking the reason, he just said that nothing was a big deal. Tong Yan and himself must be sure. Will resolve.
Perhaps he had been a doctor, and what he said was always trustworthy and soothing forbearance.
After a while, grandma no longer insisted on persuading her, but silently wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes. Gu Pingsheng took a towel washed with warm water from the bathroom and handed it to the elderly: "It's so late, you go to rest first, I Come and talk to Yan Yan."
"It's not easy for you... It's really not easy."
Grandma muttered and got up and closed the door for them.
The rattling lock sound was inexplicably clear.
He sat down next to Tong Yan. She lowered her head and wiped her tears with the edge of the duvet. She wiped her eyes red and swollen, but she still shed tears. Gu Pingsheng finally sighed, lowered his head, and put his forehead against her forehead. Instead, he smiled: "My heart is not very good. If you keep crying, you will probably have a heart attack soon."