Small fresh and heavy taste

With five or six days left before the Chinese New Year, Xiao Qingyong packed up her clothes and rushed back to the countryside.Because he has a pair of parents who love freedom very much, he was almost raised by his grandmother alone.Grandpa passed away early, and after his parents separated, they pursued their own poems and distant places. Grandma picked him up and took him back to the old house in the countryside.

Grandma was one of the very few women who went to school at that time, she was well educated, dignified and generous.The little Xiao Qingyong took her gradually aging hand, and slowly grew into the gentle and polite boy now.

His parents were not around all year round, and his gentle grandmother accompanied him through most of his childhood, so he was extremely dependent on and loved his grandmother, but he stopped showing his childishness as he grew older.

Grandma is getting old and not in good health, so she can't be with her beloved little grandson, so she can only stay in the country by herself, and just talk to Xiao Qingyun on the phone on weekdays.

So every time he went back, grandma was very happy, took his hand and looked at him carefully, always felt that he was thinner, and happily cooked a large table of delicious dishes.

Thinking all the way, Xiao Qingyun finally returned to the old house, but no one answered after knocking on the door for a long time. He tried to make a phone call, but no one answered.Grandma's ears are not very good, and it's not the first time that she didn't hear it. Xiao Qingyong didn't think much, looked at the fence about two meters high, took a few steps to climb up.

This is also thanks to Wei Gezhong's "enthusiasm". Xiao Qingyun can say that his skills are good now, but his movements are still a little awkward.

After turning into her own home, Xiao Qingyun threw the bag into the living room, and then found the kitchen with ease. Grandma was there, sitting at the table with her back to the door, and the wrapped dumplings were neatly stacked on the table.Xiao Qingyun stepped forward, smiled and put her hand on the old man's arm: "Grandma, you..."

The boy's gentle smile froze on his face, his originally calm black pupils shrank sharply, and he froze in place.

The rough, aged skin under his hands was the cold touch of death.

Grandma... Xiao Qingyun staggered for a moment, held onto the corner of the table with her eyes darkened, and tremblingly took out her mobile phone and dialed her mother's number.

After the grandmother passed away, the huge house became lively. Parents rushed to the house, and relatives who usually seemed to be strangers also arrived one after another.

Xiao Qingyong could hardly maintain the image of "well-behaved and polite", and almost couldn't help but walk away several times.Since it hurts, since it is sad, why don't you visit the old man more before she is alive?Even if you make a phone call, if you don't care about it on weekdays, what's the point of acting sad now?

Pretending not to hear the knock on the door, Xiao Qingyun wrapped herself in the quilt, and opened her eyes wide in the darkness absentmindedly.

He didn't cry, but gritted his teeth so painfully that there seemed to be a faint smell of blood in his mouth.

Thinking of nothing, not caring about anything, he thought he fell asleep, but after a while he found that his eyes were so dry that he almost shed physiological tears.

Can't sleep all night.

In the next few days, Xiao Qingyun's condition was not very good. His parents asked him several times with worry and guilt, but he shook his head calmly and said he was fine.Because of his parents' relationship, many people he didn't know came to the funeral, and he didn't care about it. He just helped to deal with the funeral with a calm expression.

The people who came here took time out of their busy schedules, so the funeral could only be simplified, and after three days, all the people in the house dispersed.Xiao Qingyun's mother wanted to bring him by her side, but he refused.

Don't change what you're used to.

Before the Chinese New Year, his parents rushed away.Before leaving, the mother wanted to kiss the child's face, but he avoided it without any concealment.The mother looked a little sad, looked at him reluctantly for a while, and then drove away, taking the old man's urn with her.

Finally, only Xiao Qingyong was left in the huge house.

He watched the car go away, stood quietly outside the house for a long time, then walked into the house silently, and gently closed the heavy wooden door.At the same time, a message came from the mobile phone, and his parents transferred two large sums of money into his card respectively.

For the rest of the few days, Xiao Qingyun was not idle, and cleaned up the old house inside and out, sorted and put away grandma's belongings, covered the furniture with dustproof cloth, and emptied the kitchen and refrigerator.

After finishing all this work, he only put an old photo album into his bag, looked around the empty room, and lay down tiredly on the only sofa in the living room.

After being quiet for a while, the phone vibrated a few times unwillingly, he unlocked the screen lock expressionlessly, and found a message from Wei Gezhong, asking if he was watching the Spring Festival Gala.

It turned out to be New Year's Eve.

Xiao Qingyun stared at the phone for a while, then got up and turned on the TV, and replied "Yes" by the way.

Accompanied by the noisy and festive sound in the background, the phone vibrated again soon.Still Wei Gezhong, he was complaining about watching the Spring Festival Gala with a group of ambitious relatives and the old man at home, how boring the Spring Festival Gala is, how cold the jokes are, how complicated the relatives talk, etc.

Xiao Qingyun occasionally replied "Yes", finally the heartless Wei Gezhong also found out that something was wrong, and asked tentatively: "Are you all right, are you in a bad mood?"

I'm fine.

I answered almost reflexively in my heart, but I couldn't type these three words for a long time.

Probably because I have been sad for too long, and I want to release a floodgate for my emotions.Xiao Qingyun didn't know what to say.Reason told him that he should thank his friend for his concern at this time, and told Wei Gezhong that he was fine and he was fine.

However, the emotions that have been suppressed for too long are close to collapse, making him want to find someone to hug and cry bitterly, telling him that he is not well at all, he is extremely uncomfortable.

However, he didn't do anything, he just threw the phone away and fell heavily on the sofa.

He doesn't want to swallow all kinds of pain pretending to be easy, and he doesn't want to let others stop asking after saying it's okay, but he doesn't want to show his fragile side in an unfamiliar embrace and vent all his embarrassing emotions wantonly .

His chest was oppressed and painful, he gently covered his eyes with his hands, and took a deep breath to relieve the emotion that was about to burst.

After an unknown amount of time, he even recovered his breathing calmly. It seemed that all his rationality was forcibly returned to his cage, and his whole body calmed down.

"Dang——" the clock rang twelve o'clock, and the volume of the TV seemed to be turned up to the maximum suddenly, making it impossible to fall asleep.

The screen of the mobile phone in the distance lights up at the same time, and the caller is Wei Gezhong.

He walked over barefoot, the floor in the south was freezing cold in winter, but he didn't realize it, and answered the phone by the window.

The voice over there was also noisy and indistinguishable, and suddenly Qingyue's voice appeared clearly, with a slight panting sound:

"Why did it take so long to pick up... forget it, happy new year!"

The dark night sky outside the window suddenly exploded, and the extremely gorgeous fireworks scattered in the sky, and the flowers rushed to reflect Xiao Qing's dull face.

At such a special moment, in such a feeling of isolation and helplessness, Wei Gezhong's blessings were like these sudden fireworks, which shattered the protective shell that he thought was indestructible.

The emotions that have been accumulated for a long time pour out, the vent that has been suppressed for a long time is violent and violent, and the rapid loss of the body even brings a sense of powerlessness that is relieved.

The flickering fireworks illuminated the clear tears on his face, but his smile and voice were extremely gentle——

"Happy New Year."