The boy next door came out

Yanhe, I am Hokuriku

On January 2020, 01, the weather is slightly cold and cloudy

all unsatisfactory

In the end everything goes as you wish

Yan He pulled Bei Lu into the living world again.The light here is so bright that it can shine into his heart, and the black shadow that always trails behind him is singing in harmony.

A few days ago when he went back to his grandfather's house, as soon as he stepped through the door, Ms. Zhao, who heard the sound of the iron gate in the yard next door, followed him.

She stood at the iron gate, the setting sun at the end of the alley was shining on her body, the corners of her eyes trembling slightly as she watched him.

Hokuriku also looked back at him, the fallen leaves of the sweet-scented osmanthus tree fell on his shoulders.

He didn't reach out to brush it away.

He was afraid that he would accidentally wipe away the warm breath circulating in the air.

"Hello!" He said heavily, before he spoke, he didn't even know if she was still blaming him for his bad faith.

He lowered his eyes like a child who did something wrong, and rubbed his toes on the stones on the ground.

He didn't even dare to open his mouth to call her aunt or aunt again.

I can only say the most common greeting.

For a lonely person like him, Yanhe's family is a rare warmth in this world.

"He has a bad stomach, let's watch him and eat well in the future." Ms. Zhao stood by the iron gate, her shawl covered the sadness of Xiehui in the alley.

The previously delicate face was much haggard.

Whether it's for Yan He, Yan Nian, or even Bei Lu, there are always tears in his tender eyes.

The voice drifted away in a gust of wind, leaving only the sadness floating on the surface.

"Don't let grandma know, she's not in good health!"

Before Hokuriku could answer, she turned around and walked back. The smelly brother barked again in the yard next door.

Covered all her boundless pain.

Beilu stood under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree, and the footprints on the wall were still clearly visible.

He couldn't shake off the pain that surged from the bottom of his heart.

He can only sink in happiness and pain in this world.

He walked through a youth full of thorns, and he didn't care about his bloody legs. He just wanted to find a bright place where he could walk together.

But accidentally hurt those who treat him sincerely.

After Grandma Yanhe entered the cold, her eyesight became worse and worse.

In the past few days, Yan He took the initiative to contact the ophthalmology doctor, intending to be hospitalized before the end of the year and have the surgery done.

Although I am a little older, this small operation has little effect on my body.

He talked all kinds of things, and Yan He's father agreed.

He didn't want to use the knife at first because he was afraid of too many risks, but he was worried that the disease would get worse later on.

In the end, I chose to treat it thoroughly before the year.

Grandma Yanhe was in the ward and called all the children over.

Especially Hokuriku.

She held his hand tightly, and said tremblingly, "The old Bei family is withered, and you are the only one left. You child is also suffering, alas!"

"Grandma! What are you talking about? You can only recover if you maintain a good mood and body. Don't you think that Hokuriku is a tall man now?!"

Yan He glanced at Bei Lu standing in front of the bed.

He only held her wrinkled hand tightly, and said close to her ear, "You are my dear grandma!"

"Okay!" Grandma Yan He quickly responded to him, her cloudy eyes couldn't see the expression on his face clearly.

His eyes are also sincere in the haze.

"Grandma! Don't worry, the post-operative soup and water are all prepared for you." I haven't seen Xu Lai for a few days, and Xu Lai's stomach seems to be a little bigger, and he can only see his stomach standing at the end of the bed.

"I trouble you every time, and you are not too young. I think that little dream looks good. Don't always pick and choose."

"Okay! I'll call her over after your operation is over." Xu Lai smiled silly.

Grandma Yan He was pushed into the operating room under the eyes of a group of people.

Yanhe's parents were waiting outside the door.

Beilu stood a little further away from them, and now his mind was also anxious and clueless.

During the day, he was painfully awake, and at night, he was sinking happily.

Yan He came over and handed him a bottle of water, "There are seats over there to sit for a while."

Bei Lu glanced at him, then stole a glance at Ms. Zhao, and said in a low voice, "It's okay, you go and sit down."

Listening to their conversation, Ms. Zhao held Yanhe's father's hand even tighter.

Yanhe's father thought she was worried, so he patted the back of her hand and said, "Don't worry, it's a minor operation."

"Ah."

She is also suffering, and every time she organizes her words to say all this, her heart trembles.

She didn't know how to minimize the impact of this incident on him.

Once she even said, "Yan He is different from other children."

Ke Yanhe's father also jokingly said, "Isn't he different from others since he was a child?"

The newly grown white hair on his temples made her unable to speak any more.

The scale of the company is now getting bigger and bigger, and the competitive pressure in the industry is also getting bigger and bigger.

He is devoted to his career and is busy running around every day.

The whole house is entrusted to her to take care of.

She didn't do well.

She also fell into boundless self-blame.

Yan He stood on the edge of Beilu, with Yan Nian in the middle.

The three people have three different faces, but they have the same melancholy.

Ever since her mother found out about this, Yan Nian has been scolded a lot.

She knew that her mother didn't really want to scold her, she just suffered from the fact that no one dared to speak out.

You can only vent your emotions in the most reasonable way on inappropriate occasions.

Otherwise, those emotions that have been piling up in her heart will slowly eat away at her heart.

"Hey!" She could only sigh, unable to do anything.

She glanced at Yan He sadly, after thinking about it, she thought it was all his fault.

But after thinking about it again, he felt that his dying appearance a while ago was also pitiful.

She turned her head to look at Hokuriku again, Hokuriku still had that indifferent look.

But she also knew that there must be two extremes in his heart and appearance.

His sorrow was deeper than anyone else's, and he couldn't get rid of it.

"What are you doing with those eyeballs rolling around?" Yan He broke the silence.

"You don't care about me." Yan Nian turned his head to avoid Yan He's pat on her head.

"You take care of yourself first." Yan Nian ran away after saying this.

She didn't forget to turn her head and stare at him again.

"Why are you always attacking her?!" Bei Lu propped one foot on the wall, half leaning there.

The cold white skin was a little pale by the light in the corridor.

Yan He moved a little closer to him, but didn't dare to get too close.

"I'm used to it." Even though he originally wanted to speak to her softly, the inertia accumulated over the years made him fierce every time he spoke.

"Did I kill you?" Yan He suddenly couldn't remember whether he had said anything to kill him.

Anyway, the people around him seemed to have been brutalized by him before, and he was not afraid of anything at that time.

Now it's a little timid.

"No." Hokuriku didn't raise his voice, and answered him in a low voice.

"Really?!" Yan He laughed, his voice was a little relaxed, "Do I still have such bright moments?"

"Hmm." Hokuriku thought carefully about the time when he was not particularly fierce to him.

He has long forgotten those particularly fierce moments, and only remembers his kindness.

"How is Kyoto?" Yanhe turned his head to look at Beilu.

Hokuriku changed his foot to support the wall, and almost slipped and fell accidentally.

Yan He reached out to support him.

"It's okay." Hokuriku wanted to say that Kyoto is not good at all, without you, the weather will always be gloomy.

Not even the warm sun could warm him.

"It's okay, is it good or not?!" Yan He continued to ask him.

Hokuriku thought about it carefully and said, "Okay."

He was afraid that he couldn't speak well, and Yan He had to ask a lot of questions. With his temperament, there were always countless topics waiting for him that he couldn't answer.

Yan He looked at the figures of his parents cuddling together not far away, and was extremely envious of their firm relationship.

In their memory, they seemed to seldom quarrel, and the rare few quarrels were all because Yan He was beaten hard, and her mother blamed him because she couldn't bear it.

Two people bickering.

"Just fine." He raised his wrist to check the time, but suddenly said, "You are so stupid, this watch is so expensive, do you want to live in the future?"

Beilu thought that he really cared about the money on the watch, and comforted him and said, "I still have some money on my card, enough for it."

Yan He looked up at him.

Those bright eyes are full of light, "Tell me if you don't have enough, I have."

"Ah."

The lights in the operating room finally went out.

The ophthalmology doctor came out and talked to Yan He, then went in to prepare for the next one.

When the hospital bed was pushed out, everyone's hanging hearts temporarily fell back to the distance.

After returning to the ward, Yan He explained it carefully to the doctor in the ward.

Only then did I persuade my parents to go back and rest first.

He wanted to stay by the bed for a while longer, anyway, Xu came for three meals a day, so he didn't have to worry about it.

In this regard, he is more reliable than anyone else.

Yan He and Bei Lu were left in the ward, one on each side.

Holding grandma's hand.

Neither of them dared to speak loudly, they just stared at her silently.

This is the most mature operation of an ophthalmologist, Yan He knows better than anyone else.

But everyone understands the truth, when the matter is spread to him, the mood will be completely different.

For example, when Hokuriku just came back and his health was not good, so did he.

True empathy must be deeply emotional.

Fortunately, she became sober after a while.

Yan He's heart was completely let go.

Xu Lai came here with Meng Meng, carrying several large and small soup boxes in his hand.

The two walked in together, and the familiarity between their every move was beyond the reach of ordinary people.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that the way he looks at Meng Meng has changed recently.

Why!My brother finally thought about the right spring, and it will still bloom in spring.

"Hurry up and move the stool for Boss Meng." Yan He gave him a look, and he immediately understood it, and took the stool from Beilu's hand.

Meng Meng also lowered her head in embarrassment, blushing.

"Be nice to him in the future." Yan He said to Xu fiercely.

Xu Lai responded solemnly.

Hokuriku looked a little wanting to laugh from the bottom of his heart.

Yan He imitated the man who came here and taught him how to do things.

That solemn appearance walked into Hokuriku's heart.