The Silent Cherry And Plum Blossoms

When Yan Qi returned to the room, An Zhi had already taken a shower, and she was still wearing Yan Qi's old T-shirt as pajamas.

"Have you applied the medicine? Let me see." Yan Qi checked her knee.

"Um……"

"Does it still hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt anymore..."

Yan Qi patted her head, "You can tell me later..."

An Zhi lowered his gaze.Yan Qi stretched out his hand to embrace her small body.

An Zhi said obediently: "Oh."

Yan Qi changed the subject and said, "Come on, show me your homework."

"What are you learning in kindergarten?"

"This week we learn initial consonants and addition within 10."

Yan Qi opened her homework: "These are very simple for you, aren't they?" She guessed that because she had never met a kindergartener, she would write the chemical periodic table.And she knew that Anzhi's grandfather was a teacher.

"Hmm." An Zhi raised his head slightly.

"I can recite all initials and finals, I can recite multiplication formulas, and addition and subtraction with two-digit numbers, and I can also!...Periodic table of elements! Because, my grandfather taught chemistry..."

An Zhi was talking with a bright face at first, but when she talked about her grandfather, she slowly whispered.

"I miss him so much."

For a moment, Yan Qi really thought she was going to cry, but An Zhi just sat there blankly, and after a while he showed a wry smile: "I know he won't come back..."

Yan Qi was silent.She originally wondered if An Zhi had activated the self-protection mechanism. She had been silently enduring the death of her grandfather, the abandonment of her mother, and the neglect of her father.

Children of the same age, like her nephews, cried loudly at the slightest disagreement.

It can be seen that the real grievances are unspeakable.But... this is an emotion that adults, even people who have lived for a long time, must have, not a child who is only six years old.

But this kind of talk is good, even if only a little bit.Yan Qi listened.

"I wish I had called someone earlier that day..." An Zhi's mouth was puckered, and his eyes turned red.

Did you still have this idea?poor child.Yan Qi hugged her and let her lie in his arms.Little An Zhi's face was nestled against her shoulder, sobbing softly, her nose flushed.

Even crying is so depressing.

Yan Qi put his arms around her, thinking about his words: "Many times, people's fate is difficult to control in their own hands, and many unavoidable things will happen... It's not your fault."

"Anzhi, you can stay here forever."

"Okay, good boy..." Yan Qi patted her back to divert her attention, "What is this?"

An Zhi rubbed her eyes, she sobbed and said, "A copybook for practicing writing. Grandpa gave it to me."

"Well," Yan Qi smiled, she was very familiar with this copybook, it was edited by her grandfather himself.The size is octavo, and the handouts, copybooks, and pictures are all written by Grandpa Yan stroke by stroke.Grandpa Yan wrote a good regular script, with strong strokes and extraordinary charm.

First teach them how to hold a pen, understand the structure of characters, and how to use a pen.

One is for copying, and the other is for practice.After finishing his old man's handwriting, he has a good understanding of the structure of the handwriting, and then bid farewell to the copybook.

When they can hold the pens firmly, after several years of practice, their grandfather doesn't care much about them. Those who like to learn calligraphy continue to learn from him, and those who don't like don't, but they can write neatly.

"My brothers and I also started writing like this when we were young. You see, grandpa likes you very much, right? An Zhi is a lovable child."

Yan Qi held her in his arms and spoke to her in a low voice, his voice was soft and soft, like a cloud in a clear sky.An Zhi looked up at her and forgot to cry before he knew it.

Yan Qi flipped through another book, she let out a "huh" and chuckled.An Zhi looked up, and it was the paper on which her name was practiced.

She shyly said: "I'm not very good at writing..."

"No, it's very well written... Come on, I'll write it for you again..."

Without letting go of her arms, she held An Zhi in her arms, sat on the carpet, picked up her pencil, and wrote to her.After writing her character "Qi", she wrote her names "Tao" and "Anzhi".

She still writes the word "Qi" very neatly, delicately, with clean and concise strokes.

However, the three characters "Tao Anzhi" are still elegant and delicate, a little casual, and seem to be a little flowing.However, the last stroke of the word "Zhi" is slightly prolonged, but it stops immediately, restrained and unrestrained.

"Anzhi, you have a good name."

An Zhi pressed her face close to her, she missed her embrace very much.She knew that Yan Qi was not related to her, and had treated her very well. She was not her mother, nor was she someone else who needed to be responsible for her.She's someone's aunt, she's an adult, she needs to go to work, she's busy.She can no longer be greedy, nor can she ask for too much.

She just loved being held by her like this.

one second.One more second.

An Zhi closed her eyes, and her soft green eyelashes were slowly covered by a layer of mist.

There was silence in the house.

Yan Qi didn't say anything either, she actually didn't like children very much, there was nothing she could do about the twins at home, the blood relationship was there.She didn't know if what she was doing was right, so she left Anzhi at home.She must be very sad to be in front of her sister-in-law and love the twins all day long.

I didn't think of this before, I just thought that children of the same age would get along better, and I didn't think about making her feel wronged.I was wronged, so I think of my grandfather...

That's right, besides grandpa, who else does she miss...

She is the aunt of the twins, so An Zhi didn't even dare to expect that he could stand by her side...

Yan Qi's heart suddenly became sour...

The hand stroked the little girl's back.I can feel that she likes this kind of closeness very much.

Yan Qi doesn't quite remember when he was this age.When she was five years old, her parents and the youngest brother died unexpectedly, and her grandparents' hair seemed to turn gray overnight.She also saw her brothers crying, but she didn't understand it at that time, and they took good care of her and passed her childhood smoothly, always thinking that her parents and little brother were out of town.It was not until she was a teenager and became sensible that she realized that she had lost her dearest relative. The heartache at that time is still faintly painful when she thinks about it now.

Yan Qi lowered his eyelashes, covering the light and shadow in his eyes.But the hand continued to caress Xiao Anzhi's back as if consciously.

"Are you asleep?" she asked, lowering her head.

The little girl's eyelashes trembled, but they didn't open, as if she really fell asleep.

"Go to sleep then."

An Zhi was actually not asleep, but when Yan Qi asked her, she didn't want to open her eyes, so she simply pretended to be asleep.I want to know what Yan Qi will do.

The woman picked her up, her arms were soft and her movements were light.Put her on the bed and wrap her tightly in a blanket.

His cheeks were itchy, and there were strands of hair on his face.An Zhi wanted to endure it.Delicate fingers brushed over the hair.Then... His fingers paused, and his knuckles gently wiped her eyelashes.

She turned off the light, unscrewed the high table lamp next to her, and then moved the cap of her lamp out a little.

An Zhi quietly opened her eyes, Yan Qi's tall figure was outlined by the orange light, her hair was tied up, her hands were raised, the arc of her elbows, and her full and graceful feminine lines.

Anzhi felt that he was watching a beautiful and unknown adult world.

Considering that she was sleeping, Yan Qi's movements were also gentle, he took the pajamas, went into the bathroom, and took a shower.

After a while, when An Zhi was a little confused, there was a light pressure on the bed, and then there was a familiar scent, it should be Yan Qi lying down.

She checked her phone for a while, then put it down.

An Zhi opened her eyes secretly again, Yan Qi was lying on another bed, her head was leaning on the outside, her long hair was scattered on the pillow, revealing her small and shiny earlobes.

An Zhi's little hand stretched out from her quilt, touched Yan Qi's quilt, held a corner, and fell asleep in satisfaction.

An Zhi thought she would sleep soundly until dawn, but she didn't.In a daze, she seemed to see the white mourning clothes again, the paper money floating in the air, and falling to the ground.The little girl followed in the adult's footsteps in a daze...

Someone talked to her, and the people around were just crying and crying, and there was that wooden box, where grandpa was inside, getting farther and farther away from her...

With the howling wind, the trees passing by, An Zhi glanced at the man sitting next to her... She wanted to talk to him, but she didn't know what to say to him?He doesn't seem to like her calling him "Daddy"...

"You have also seen that your mother doesn't want you, she only cares about herself...I won't leave you alone...you can stay here for now..."

The car drove away, leaving her standing alone.

And those strangers, they don't like her, they are laughing at her.

"This kid is really not likable. He doesn't talk or smile."

"I won't cry if I don't give her food, and I won't cry if I don't pick her up. I've never seen a child who can't even act like a baby..."

"That's right, how long do you have to stay here, do you want to recognize your ancestors and return to your ancestors..."

"How is it possible? The surname is Tao and it's not Chen. I heard that she is going to be sent away."

"Send it away early, we want to raise one more child without raising wages."

An Zhi cried out in her dream, she first held back but couldn't help crying louder and louder.She is dreaming, it doesn't matter, she can cry as much as she wants, no need to bear it anymore.

A soft voice came from next to my ear: "Anzhi...Anzhi...don't cry..."

She kept wiping tears with her small hands, wiping more and more.The speaker had no choice but to lift her blanket and hug her.

"Tao Tao... well, stop crying..."

Anzhi felt being embraced in a soft and fragrant embrace, the fragrance of gardenia.The man kept coaxing her, "Tao Tao, don't cry... Be good..."

She indulged in boundless tenderness before slowly sobbing and falling asleep.