It's okay to sit

A few years ago, when Tang Yunzi didn't grow up, I called myself his half-mother.When Tang Fei went out of town to do business, I took Tang Yunzi with me.Tang Yunzi has some kind of illness, and Tang Fei and I take turns to watch over it.My husband is a bully, so I, as the number two person in the country's education circle, went out and slapped him in the face, and if I couldn't get rid of him, I taught him myself.

In short, the mother is worried when the son travels thousands of miles.

The old friend Hao'er looked decisive, but in fact he was very grumpy.Before I left, I brought me a large bag of hazelnuts and pine nuts, and asked me to take them to Tang Yunzi.I ate it all the way to Renqing, and I remembered it as soon as my feet touched the ground-Renqing specializes in producing mountain special products such as hazelnuts and pine nuts.

Well, it's so stupid to do this.

I threw it to the driver: "You guys share the food. Don't let my nephew know how stupid his father is."

Tang Yunzi was assigned to Renqing to be in charge of Xing prison, and his grade was half a grade higher than before.I thought it was strange—he was promoted too fast.Normally, you should copy official documents for three years before going out to work.

I reckon that Zhang Dang is about to make a big move.

But that has nothing to do with me, I'm here to cook and babysit.

The takeaway took the old chief Meng Peiren to see his young master Meng Wenwen.

The young master's virtuous wife's hometown is here, and recently she lost her temper and went back to her mother's house. The young master came here non-stop from Qingqu, and he has the momentum of settling here for a long-term battle.

I believe that my presence this time will give him more courage—and his wife, to fight to the end.

Kneel until his wife changes her mind.

It's almost winter.

It was a windy evening when I arrived at Tang Yunzi's house. I walked three steps and stopped at one step, feeling that I was blown so hard that I couldn't move an inch.When I stopped for a step, I thought about why I came here to suffer, secondly, I must find a way to get Tang Yunzi away so that he can't stay here for a long time, and thirdly, I should bring my old friend Haoer to experience life.

When I arrived at Tang Yunzi's small courtyard, I was about to knock on the door when someone patted me.

"Uncle Zhao." Tang Yunzi was surprised and... happy?Ah, I think he is happy, he is happy.

But don't talk.

I am afraid of the wind.

Tang Yunzi's new residence was far smaller than his home in Qingqu, but he tidied it up very neatly.After entering the house and lighting a fire, looking out the window, the originally gloomy sky was completely dark.He pulled a chair to sit opposite me, and he was reluctant to take off his thick cotton coat—the room is still white.

I took out the letter from my old friend and handed it to him, "Your father gave it."

Tang Yunzi froze for a moment, took it and put it away, then laughed again, "Hey... still can't hide from him."

"I'm here to see you this time." I coughed, "Stay for a while too. Don't be annoying."

Tang Yunzi lay down on the table, tilted her head and closed her eyes.When it was dark outside, it would appear that the candles were bright, and the orange light cast shadows on his face, making his whole face appear three-dimensional, but it was still covered with a layer of flakes that were too thick to be brushed off.

He let out a long sigh, "It's so sleepy."

"have you eaten?"

"Hungry, but too lazy to move." Tang Yunzi tightened his clothes again, his eyes still half-opened, "Why is this place so cold? I wake up every morning from the cold."

I suddenly wanted to stop at this moment, I suddenly wanted to reach out and touch the corner of his eyes and brows, I suddenly wanted to be an old man with white hair now, so I don't have to go to tomorrow again.

"There's nothing delicious in this poor place. Ah, I really want to have a hot hot pot meal. Forget it, I'd better go to bed." Tang Yunzi muttered, then asked me again: "Uncle Zhao, how about you?" have you eaten?"

"It's okay if I don't eat at night."

Tang Yunzi turned his head to the other side, babbled and babbled, but still didn't look at me, "Uncle Wronged, now I can only squeeze into a room with me."

I guessed a lot, and asked tentatively: "Did you quarrel with your father?"

Tang Yunzi didn't speak, and answered after a while: "He is now, he is unreasonable now, and we can't talk to him about going together."

"So you are hiding from him? Did your teacher bring you here?" I rubbed my hands.

"Well... that's right, that's not it. Uncle Zhao, just leave it alone."

Leave it alone?

I came here playing warm Qingqu to catch the cold, just to take care of you.

However, there is no rush at this moment.

In fact, I don't know how to communicate with Tang Yunzi at all.

Well, I'm still not capable enough.

"Well," I mused, "you don't have to keep me here. Meng Wenwen's family has a yard here, so I'll go live with him."

Tang Yunzi didn't make a sound, I poked my head around and found that he was asleep, and he was still smelling good.

Go to sleep.

I thought about moving him to the bed, sleeping in his nest, and his neck would be stiff when he wakes up tomorrow.As soon as I touched his neck, I felt itchy in my heart, like being touched by a setaria in the palm of my hand. If you treat the itch gently, it will spread wantonly. If you treat it harshly, you will not be afraid of pain if you scratch it a few times.

Tang Yunzi's skin was cool, and her breathing was even and long.I just stopped my hand at the joint between his neck and shoulder in a daze, not knowing what to do next.

Standing silently, I adjusted my breathing to match his rhythm, and gradually I also felt very sleepy, too sleepy to keep my eyes open.

Meng Wenwen has a sad face every day, and I often wake up in the middle of the night and see him sitting in the yard looking at the moon, just like a stone looking at his wife.

He said, Uncle Zhao, I am worried.If I can't persuade you to go back, my father will have my skin peeled off.

I sat cross-legged on a chair and picked peanuts, and said it's okay, if your father doesn't want to take you in, you can go home with me.

Meng Wenfan still had a frowning face: Uncle Zhao, I feel uncomfortable when I don't see her for a day.

Tsk tsk tsk, since ancient times infatuation is the hardest thing to do.

The Meng family is now Tang Yunzi's second canteen.Meng and I know two big idlers, thinking about eating when we have nothing to do.He wants me to operate, he pays me to work hard, but it works well.Tang Yunzi ate well once, and ran here every day.If he didn't like the steamed stuffed buns at Yamen's Gate, he wished he could come here for breakfast.

Because he doesn't come to eat, I don't do it either.So every morning, Meng Wenfan was so hungry that he cried and howled.

This day, when Tang Yunzi was on a break, he didn't go back to his home at all, and came straight to the Meng Mansion.Meng Wenwen went to find his wife, I was too lazy to cook, so I stewed a big pot of soup, and when Tang Yunzi came in, I was serving it.

Tang Yunzi is the same as every child, he looks the same in front of his parents, but he looks the same when he is with his peers.He seems to have never found this boundary in front of me. Sometimes he is as rigid as if I am not his uncle but his grandfather, and sometimes he is innocent and lively, so lively that he can't wait to go to the house.

After all, he was still a child.Haven't grown up yet.

Tang Yunzi came in stooping, "Uncle Zhao, what are you doing delicious?" I turned to look at him, and he took out an oiled paper bag from behind, "The one at the gate of our yamen now also sells sesame seed cakes, which are delicious. "

Have you ever heard that, after a long time of raising a cat, will it bring something back to its owner?

I have this feeling right now.

We ate and drank enough, and it was too cold outside, so we just nestled in the house.He sat behind the case and flipped through the interrogation records of the past few years. I found it interesting and took a copy to read it.

"Xiaxi Village, the murder of Du... oh no, the murder of his wife..."

Tang Yunzi answered, "That's because his wife wanted to kill him, but it didn't work, but he was just defending himself, so he hit hard, so..."

I made a note secretly and decided to wait for Meng Wenfan to come back and tell him the story.

"Yunzi," I leaned on the high-pile quilt and held a dossier called Tang Yunzi, "you say this, you will pay for your life if you kill someone. How will you pay for the damage caused by the war between countries?" where?"

Tang Yunzi put the brush away, held his chin and thought for a while, "Uncle Zhao, are you serious?"

"seriously."

"I think... um... You, for example, we live in a messy place. The place is taxed so much that people can't survive. There was a war at this time, and there were casualties on both sides. But After the other side took over, the place has grown quite well. The damage, my point of view, is that the payoff is that the place has been peaceful ever since."

Tang Yunzi said as he thought, it reminded me of his childhood—we sat under the grape shelf, and I guarded a basin of clear water to pick and wash grapes. He flipped through the book and occasionally asked me, "Uncle Zhao, little Did Yan’s sentence transform Weng Hong? What is Weng Hong’s original poem?”

So did he.

I was probably like that for a while when I was a kid.

That's it.

My parents died early, and Ji Li and I were raised by my aunt—if you talk about Zhao Xiang, my aunt, few people probably know about it—but if you talk about Tan Luanzi, probably few people don’t know about it.

When she was 20 years old, she went up the mountain and established her own sect.Although she later secretly told me that what she practiced was just for strengthening the body and there was no miraculous effect, but I still admire her very much.At least she dared to break with the whole family.

Oh, by the way, before going up the mountain, she slept with her fiancé.

When my family had an accident, she snatched me, Ji Li, from the flames.Ji Li was choked by the smoke and fell into a coma, while I had only one breath left.My aunt dragged me with a wooden cart, tied Ji Li behind her back with a cloth, and walked up the mountain step by step.She kept crying, kept crying, and when I got halfway up the mountain, I thought she stopped.When she got out of the small tent again, she had two jars of wine in her hand.

We lived in a stone house with my aunt's apprentices—that is, a group of sisters, and we ate and studied together every day.There is a big white birch at the door, and its lush appearance is never seen all year round, and it is always dying.

It was probably such a winter night, the mountain was quiet, and occasionally there was a little snow like sand.

At that time, I should also have Tang Yunzi's gentle and clear eyes, and his clear and handsome breath.

I said, aunt, aunt, why do people still live so painfully?

She blinked, shook her head, and told me: I don't know.

The moon outside the window is still the moon of that night, but now, I am the one who asks the question, and the one who answers the question - but the one who loves me becomes the one I love.

"Uncle Zhao?"

Tang Yunzi called me, "What's wrong with you?"

I woke up and waved my hand, "It's okay."

"What do you think? That question just now?"

The lamp was shaking, I took off my shoes and curled up my legs on the bed, then shook my head, "I don't know."

Probably life is like a long river, the rolling waves beat up the turbid waves, and then whizzed away.Even if it encounters dangerous shoals, it has never been detracted.It flows day and night, day and night, and it never stops.

And our life is like the stars, and the stars will be invisible one day.

We only live once.

Life never stops.

Wisdom is passed down from generation to generation.

"Yunzi," I murmured in a low voice, more like asking myself, "You say that life is so painful, why do you still live?"

Before he could speak, I answered myself.

"Yes, because of love."