No.70 days

The Spring Festival of 2009 passed quickly.As Sister Shan said, no matter how playful the students are in the winter vacation of the third year of high school, they won't be in the mood to play anymore.Shao Wu didn't study until his thirties, and the rest of the time was taken up by white papers. The 2009 Spring Festival Gala didn’t seem to be very interesting. On New Year’s Eve, when thousands of houses were lit up, Dong Qing stood in the center of the stage and looked back on this year emotionally. Xingbang.

Parents watched TV with tears in their eyes, but Shao Wu lowered his head and gnawed on an apple, expressionless.He just thought in his heart, how difficult it is to rejuvenate the country, how difficult it is to rejuvenate the country-whose country is rejuvenating?What qualifications do people who have not experienced disasters say that "a country thrives on disaster"?And those who have experienced disasters are like his Yang Shuyi—their lives have been ruined by disasters, so where is the word "Xing"?

Many years later, when the generation of Shaowu recalled 2008, most of them said that it was a beautiful year, the economy was booming, and it seemed that all the light and hope were brought to the eyes and hands. Good day at the end.

However, for Shao Wu, the thrilling year of 2008 was not good.During this year, he loved someone with all his heart, but before anything started, that person's life was destroyed by an earthquake—and, on his birthday.His birthday became the anniversary of the death of Yang Shuyi's father, what is this?It's just that the world is not benevolent, the world is too inhumane.

On the sixth day of the new year, the third year of high school started, and on the fifth day of the fifth day, Shao Wu went to Yang Shuyi's house with big bags and small bags.Most of the things were given by others: a box of oranges, a box of rabbit meat, two Want Want gift bags, and a box of hairtail.On the way there, Shao Wu bought another carton of milk, anyway, this time it was his father who drove him there, so he could put it down.

Parents knew the situation of Yang Shuyi's family and felt sorry for the child, so they told Shao Wu to bring more food and drink.

At the gate of Chunhui Community, Shao Wu took a deep breath.When I came last year, Yang Shuyi's family was still a lively family, but this year, there were only two old people and two children left.Shao Wu called his home, Yang Shuyi was at home, he came out quickly, and asked Shao Wu's father respectfully: "Happy New Year, Uncle."

"Ah, happy new year." Shao Jianhai patted Shao Wu on the shoulder, and smiled at the two of them, "Then you talk, I'll go back first."

Yang Shuyi also smiled: "Okay, then go slowly."

Shao Wu stood aside a bit stunned, it seemed that this was the first time he had seen Yang Shuyi treat his elders so respectfully and politely.And it wasn't just respectful manners, of course - there was a poise about it as well.If it was the former Yang Shuyi who suddenly met Shao Wu's father, he would probably be stunned for two or three seconds, right?why?Shao Wu suddenly thought that in the few months after the earthquake, leaders and media from all walks of life kept coming to condolences or interviews. Maybe it was during that time that Yang Shuyi learned to deal with such situations calmly and gracefully?

"Why do you take so many things?" Yang Shuyi looked around the large and small cardboard boxes on the ground, "I can't eat them."

"It's all given by others, and I can't fit it in my house." It was an excuse from last year, "You eat slowly, the temperature is low this winter, and my mother said that if the refrigerator can't fit it, it can be put on the balcony."

"No...forget it." Yang Shuyi swiftly stacked the two cardboard boxes, hugged them with one hand, and picked up the milk with the other.

Shao Wu only carried two bags of Wangwang gift bags and a box of octopus, and followed behind Yang Shuyi.

When he arrived at his house, he found that his mother-in-law, father-in-law and Longlong were not there.

"You sit down first, I'll boil the water."

"No need," Shao Wu said hurriedly, "I'm not thirsty." He just wanted to sit and chat with Yang Shuyi.

Yang Shuyi shook his head: "It's too cold in the room, drink some hot water to keep warm."

When he said this, Shao Wu felt that the temperature didn't change at all from outside to inside.At first glance, Yang Shuyi's house is very empty - the square table used for eating last year is gone, and the few chairs crowded in the living room are also gone, and the LCD TV is covered with a piece of flannelette. .

"Grandma and them?"

"I went to live at my aunt's house, and I went there last month." Yang Shuyi put the kettle on the gas stove and lit it. "My mother-in-law always thinks of my dad at home, and she is very sad."

"Then you're left at home? They...don't come back during the Chinese New Year?"

"I'm going to my aunt's house for the New Year," Yang Shuyi smiled, "There's too much homework, I have to do it at home."

Shao Wu got up and walked into the kitchen, and saw a plate and a bowl piled up in the sink, which hadn't been washed yet.There was a plate of fried wheat on the stove, probably last night, when the oil on the plate had condensed into a translucent solid.

"You just eat this?" Shao Wu said.

"Of course not," Yang Shuyi turned his back to Shao Wu, as if he was guarding the stove very seriously, "Last night, I cooked dumplings and wanted to order something, so I fried lettuce."

"……Is it tasty?"

Yang Shuyi smiled: "It's not bad."

Shao Wu suddenly hated himself for not being able to cook.