There are roads in the mountains of books

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I finally parked the car downstairs at my aunt's house, holding the steering wheel tightly in my hands, motionless.My mother's disapproving expression was still in sight, and I quickly switched it to the rest of the table.Bullying, rude, arrogant... Their ugliness is glamorous on the stage, but my angry resistance can only be willful and selfish, just a joke.

It was a joke in the eyes of everyone just now.

"Qiu Yu, why are you here?" After the doorbell rang, my aunt opened the door for me, "Where's your mother?" She was wearing a brand new shirt, full of energy.

"Well...they are having New Year's Eve dinner at home. I'm a little bored. I thought I'd come here before I wish you New Year's greetings."

My reasoning was rather clumsy, not to mention the eyes were probably a little swollen.But my aunt never asked much, she let me sit down in the living room, and then poured me a cup of tea.

Come here rashly, I don't know how to talk to her.

For a long time, she was my spiritual support, but she was an out-and-out outsider.Indifferent and elegant, not eating fireworks in the world, I can't taste love and hatred with her, but I quietly shifted part of my heart to her.It seems to be a kind of magic, which led to the contradictory and complicated way of getting along between us. I can't tell what it feels like, but I can't let it go.

The bright living room is empty, lonely and quiet.If I stay in this kind of place for a long time, I will definitely suffocate, but my aunt always has a leisurely look, reading books and paintings, and never seems to get bored.

We didn't speak for a long time.Classical display, clean and familiar furnishings, holding a teacup, I have a rare opportunity to carefully observe the arrangement of the living room.There are decorations and wood carvings on the cabinet in the hall, one of which is still empty, I smiled guiltyly, remembering that there used to be a vase there.

When I was a child, I was fostered at my aunt's house for more than a month. I did a lot of damage, and finally broke a vase on the shelf.

The auntie adjusted her glasses by her side, lowered her head and read the book seriously.I looked at her calm and kind side face, and realized that this old lady who was out of tune with the world had raised children when she was young.

I was in elementary school at that time, Cen Feng was sick and hospitalized, my mother went to the hospital to take care of him, day and night, and couldn't take care of me at all.My grandparents didn't want to take me with me, she planned to send me to Luo Wei's house, but at that time I was having a bad relationship with Luo Wei, and I didn't want to go to sleep with her.So, my mother had no choice but to send me to my aunt's house.

During those days, my aunt took me to the teacher's cafeteria for dinner in the morning, and took me to the teacher's cafeteria for dinner at noon. At night, I cried and missed my mother, so she took me to McDonald's.

Later, McDonald's didn't work, I still cried, and she took me to KFC again.

It is impossible to coax for a long time, and the aunt does not seem to have this skill.She bought me three sets of [-] yuan, and I was eating a few yuan, and she was reading with a book, without any distractions.

The daily study plan is also strictly in accordance with the requirements my mother wrote to her.She urges me to do my homework. After finishing my homework, I can watch TV for half an hour and then go to bed at nine o'clock.She didn't help me cover the quilt, and she didn't tell a story—in fact, she told it, but it was too profound for me to understand—just said softly: "Good night, Qiu Yu." It's over.

I sneaked up from the bed and looked into the study through the crack of the door. She lowered her head and was doing scientific research seriously, her face was filled with happiness that she never had during the day.

I finally understood that some people really don't like to bring children.

"Auntie," I turned the teacup in my hand, "Do you have any photos of my mother when I was a child?"

The aunt nodded, she put down the book in her hand, and took out an old leather photo album from the study.I flipped through it casually, and saw a yellow family photo, which was taken at the gate of the old campus of A University.My grandparents hugged my mother who was still a baby, and my seven or eight-year-old aunt. The family of four smiled brightly.

Then there was a photo of my aunt hugging my mother.My mother has two braids, big eyes, and a happy smile.The aunt was probably in high school at the time, and she was very beautiful, but her face was calm and indifferent, as if the child in front of her had nothing to do with her.

I chuckled: "Auntie, did you find my mother annoying when you were young?"

The aunt was a little embarrassed, and plucked her forehead hair: "At that time, I was only caring about my own study, and didn't care much about your mother. I really didn't take the responsibility of being a big sister."

"No, I think Auntie is pretty good."

I continued to flip through the photos, and the more I looked at them, the more I felt that my grandfather was so handsome when he was young.The scholarly family is different, the grandfather is gentle and elegant, knowledgeable and reasonable, while the grandmother has a stubborn and lively temperament.They used to be teachers of University A, and so did my aunt, and so did I.

I caressed the photos one by one, feeling very moved in my heart. "It would be great if I could meet grandma."

My grandmother passed away when my mother was in high school. According to my mother, my grandfather never recovered from a setback and was indulging in sadness every day.In my childhood memory, my grandfather was really not a happy person. He seldom smiled. He read books and newspapers every day, and then looked at photos.Later, when I was just in elementary school, he also went with my grandmother.

The aunt smiled: "Your grandma must be very proud of you."

"Yeah." My eyes were red, and I suddenly wanted to cry, and I didn't know why.

"What happened to Qiu Yu, ran out alone?"

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