Jade is not jade

Yu Nian's house has also moved. When his cousin was still there, they all lived in Laojie.It is considered the most prosperous place in the town. There is a market in the morning and a temple fair in the evening, which is very rural.

Yu Nian still remembered that when he was a child, he was only two households away from his cousin's house, and it was only a dozen steps away.

Every night after school, I would go to my cousin's house to do my homework.My aunt works in a weaving factory, she goes to middle shift, and she doesn't come back until [-] o'clock in the evening. Every evening, my uncle cooks instant noodles for the two of them.

Boil water in a small tin pot, put a plate of noodles with a unified braised beef flavor, and then put half a packet of seasoning packets (the other half packet is used when cooking), when it is almost cooked, lay an egg, and put a bowl for each person at the end. There is red oil floating on the surface of the bowl, it is fragrant and spicy, no matter how you eat it, you will not get greasy.

……

A few years after my cousin left, the house in Old Street was demolished, and Yu Nian's family moved to an apartment building in New Street.

If the body is only the carrier of the soul, then the living environment is the borrowing of life.People are plants, and houses are soil. Every time you change your residence, it is like transplanting your soul. Imagine the pain of being uprooted.No wonder it is said that people are resettled and relocated, and what has passed away will never return.

The old, sweet memories disappear with the relocation, and the new, lonely time fills up the missing memory modules, allowing life to continue...

Yang Jiayue didn't know that they had moved, and his impression of the old house was quite vague. He only vaguely remembered that Yu Nian, who had a runny nose when he was a child, would go home with him every night, and squeeze himself on a small table to do homework.At that time, pencils were still used for homework, and my father sharpened the pens for them under the dim light, with focused eyes, as if doing an extremely meticulous handicraft.

In the first grade, Yu Nian has very few homework, but in order to keep pace with himself, he writes very slowly, and sometimes deliberately delays the time to secretly erase the written answers and do it again.This guy has been so serious since he was a child, Yang Jiayue couldn't help but smile, but within a few minutes he smiled again, worried that he would be recognized by his aunt in a while.Although it has been more than ten years, the eyesight of adults is always sharper than that of children.

The bus drove to an unfamiliar street, Yang Jiayue just thought that the appearance of his hometown had changed a lot, until Yu Nian pulled him off at a completely unfamiliar corner.

Yu Nian stuffed the gift bag to Yang Jiayue, and said, "Give it to my mother later."

Yang Jiayue: "Well, I'll give you the money later."

Yu Nian glared at him, and Yang Jiayue said, "We don't need to make such a distinction, but I don't want to lie to Auntie, so don't be angry."

Yu Nian: "..."

Yang Jiayue really hopes that he is just Yang Jiayue, so that he can call "aunt" or even "mother-in-law" calmly.But no matter how I do psychological construction, I can't eliminate my prejudice against this woman. The reason why I resist the identity of "Yu Yue" and trace its root is also because of her...

When the two arrived in front of an old apartment building, Yu Nian shouted in his native dialect as he walked up, "Mom, I'm back!"

Yang Jiayue suppressed his doubts about the changing environment and followed Yu Nian upstairs. Before reaching the door, he saw a petite young woman standing at the stairs and looking down. Seeing them, she kindly said, "Hey, here we are..."

A woman in her early forties who looked like she was only in her thirties, but when she got closer, she realized that she only had crow's feet at the corners of her eyes.Yu Nian's nose and mouth resembled his mother's, and she was the same as a beauty.

"Is this a classmate?" Mother Yu asked kindly.

"Well, from Beijing." Yu Nian took off his shoes and socks and put on cotton slippers.

Yang Jiayue specially used pure Beijing accent: "Hello, Auntie."

Yu's mother nodded, her eyes on Yang Jiayue were a little distracted.

Although the house is old, it is cleaned very cleanly. There is a scent of sandalwood in the Buddhist hall. The place that can be seen by the naked eye is spotless. It is estimated that the soles of the shoes are cleaner than the uppers...

Yu Nian noticed that Yang Jiayue's cotton mop didn't fit well, and his heels were all on the floor, so he hurriedly asked, "Mom, do you have a bigger cotton mop?"

Yu's mother just pulled the suitcase closer to the door while the two children were not paying attention, and when she heard Yu Nian calling her, she rushed over, squatted down and looked at Yang Jiayue's feet, squinted her eyes, and said after a while, "It's a little small." Then In a hurry to rummage through the box, he muttered: "I told me to put away the big slippers at home. No one came, and they were covered with dust..."

Yu Nian saw his mother come out with a box in her hands. When she opened it, there was a pair of light gray cotton shoes inside, stuffed with cloth and moth balls, and said, "It's been stuffy in the cabinet for a long time, so I wonder if I can warm my feet. Go out to play tomorrow." , I will take it to the balcony to dry in the sun."

Yu's mother squatted on the ground, graciously pushing the slippers to Yang Jiayue's feet.

"Put it on quickly." Yu Nian urged him.

Mother Yu stood up with a smile, and said softly, "Do you want to watch TV? I'll warm up the soup for you, and I'll come."

Yang Jiayue: "Auntie, you are busy."

Yu Nian pulled Yang Jiayue to sit on the sofa, and said, "My mother's eyes have glaucoma, and you can only see clearly when you are very close."

Yang Jiayue sat in a daze, with an indescribable feeling in his mind.

The Spring Festival Gala was playing on the TV for an unknown number of years, listening to it beaming, Yu Nian looked at the gift bag on the sofa, and wondered, "Why didn't you give the gift bag to my mother!"

Yang Jiayue said apologetically, "Auntie is so beautiful, I just forgot when I looked at it..."

Yu Nian curled his lips: "If I give you a chance, you will show that you don't even cherish it."

Soon Mother Yu brought two bowls of beef soup and asked, "What's your classmate's name?"

Yu Nian: "Yang Jiayue."

"I'll call you Xiao Yang." Apart from that, Yu's mother didn't ask any more questions. He arranged the shoes by himself, wiped the dust off the door, and went about his business like a happy bird.

There was a burst of aroma and the sound of cooking in the kitchen. Yu's mother was preparing lunch. Yu Nian turned off the TV and showed Yang Jiayue a tour of his room: "I live here for winter and summer vacations. I used to live on campus when I was studying."

The desk is very old, but the glass on the tabletop is shining.There are several books "Outline of Ancient Chinese History" and "Handbook of Basic Chinese Knowledge" at the corner of the table. Yang Jiayue flipped through them and said, "You also study liberal arts."

"Well, mathematics, physics and chemistry are not good." Yu Nian said.

Yang Jiayue sat on the chair in front of the desk, flipping through the notes Yu Nian had taken before, laughing from time to time, Yu Nian leaned over and asked, "What are you laughing at?"

Yang Jiayue: "Your handwriting back then was more childish than it is now."

Yu Nian: "How childish!"

Yang Jiayue: "Feeling."

Yu Nian: "Fuck you!...Hey, I haven't read your handwriting yet!"

Yang Jiayue smiled and asked, "Want to see it?"

Yu Nian took out a pen from the drawer and handed it to Yang Jiayue, "Well, write it for me."

The gel pen has not been used for a long time, and the tip of the pen is dry. Yang Jiayue scratched the blank page at the back of the notebook a few times before the oil came out.Then, he wrote "Yu Nian"'s name in the blank space.The writing is like light smoke, and the words are like clouds, elegant and unrestrained.

Someone said in the book that characters are like people's hearts. Contrary to Yang Jiayue, Yu Nian's characters are vigorous and powerful, with iron hooks drawn horizontally and vertically, and the strength penetrates the back of the paper.

Seeing that he finished writing those two words, Yu Nian's eyes darkened a lot, "There are more," he asked in a low voice.

Yang Jiayue continued to write: Yu Nian Yu Nian Yu Nian Yu Nian...

Mother Yu went to ask the two children to eat, stopped at the door, and stood quietly looking at the window sill, where her son was half lying on the window under the dim light, his body shape and feet were exactly the same as "him" on the boy, the two were talking softly...

"Can you stop writing my name?"

"Then what do you write?"

"whatever."

"But these two words are all I can think of now."

……

"It's time to eat." She called, her voice so soft that it was almost inaudible, as if she was afraid of disturbing them.

Yang Jiayue turned around vigilantly, and saw Yu's mother standing at the door smiling, the same smile he saw when he first got home.

I took a shower in the narrow bathroom at night, and there was no water heater in the house. Mother Yu boiled several pots of hot water and said, "Just use it, I'm still burning it, and there will be more after I use it up."

Yang Jiayue was embarrassed to wash for too long, so she shook her body and put on her clothes after a hasty shower. In a city without air conditioning and heating, people are almost freezing to death in winter.While wearing underwear, the bathroom door was knocked twice, and then the door opened a crack, Yang Jiayue was so frightened that he almost slipped...

A cotton pajamas were handed in through the crack of the door, and the woman outside said gently: "Xiao Yang, wear this after washing, don't catch cold."

Yang Jiayue took the clothes and said thank you muffled inside.

The pajamas are old, but they look new. They smell like mothballs. The material is soft and fits just right.

Yang Jiayue changed her clothes and opened the door, and saw Yu's mother standing at the door with a smile: "It fits pretty well."

Yang Jiayue didn't know what to say, and his face was a little hot for a while: "...Is it Yu Nian's father's clothes?" He asked.

Mother Yu shook her head and said slowly, "It belongs to his uncle."

Yang Jiayue: "..."

Yu Nian then went to take a bath, and Yang Jiayue got into bed before him.The entrance of the quilt was cold, but when he stretched out his feet, he felt a warmth. Yang Jiayue probed and found a hot water bottle wrapped in cloth.

The bit by bit of caring made his eyes sore, and it was the first time he realized that the care from a mother was different from any older woman or biological mother who had chased after him.

He thought in a trance: Why are there such erroneous things in the world?If I don't know anything, don't think about anything, and don't resent anything, I will definitely like this little aunt very much...

The bed was very small, Yu's mother arranged for them to sleep separately, and Yu Nian's quilt was spread beside Yang Jiayue.When he came back from washing, he squeaked into bed and asked Yang Jiayue, "Are you asleep?"

Yang Jiayue: "No."

Hearing the sound of his mother entering the room to sleep, Yu Nian hurriedly changed direction and leaned head to head with Yang Jiayue: "Squeeze?"

Yang Jiayue shook his head and said, "It's very warm."

Yu Nian: "Little place, I have wronged you."

Yang Jiayue: "I want to sleep with you in my arms."

Yu Nian: "..."

Yang Jiayue reached out from under the quilt, found Yu Nian's hand and held it, then closed his eyes.

Yu Nian called him: "Yang Jiayue." Yang Jiayue said nothing, but Yu Nian called again: "Brother." Yang Jiayue responded, and Yu Nian said, "That's great."

Yang Jiayue: "Huh?"

Yu Nian: "It's great that you can come back, bro..."

If the past suspicions prove nothing, at least there are still writings. I am not an expert in handwriting identification, but I can recognize your handwriting at a glance.Did you forget the Christmas postcard you sent me?my dear cousin.

……

There was a torrent in the air, and Yu Nian was waiting for Yang Jiayue's response, but Yang Jiayue withdrew his hand, and Yu Nian held it back tightly, angrily, "You!"

"Xiao Nian," Yang Jiayue interrupted him with a trembling voice, "Don't say..."

The two remained silent for a long time, hiding their thoughts, before Yu Nian couldn't help but said again: "Even if you are really him, I won't let you go..." The young man's voice was nasal because of grievance, " I don't know why you hide it from me, but I won't force you, it's hard for me to make you like me, don't run away again, brother?"

Yang Jiayue: "..."

Yu Nian: "I beg you...!"

The quilt was lifted slightly, and a lot of cold air was poured in. Yang Jiayue dragged Yu Nian into his arms, and kissed his forehead and hairline one after another, full of affection.

He smelled a salty smell, and his lips immediately licked the tears overflowing from the corners of the boy's eyes.

"Sorry……"

"Sorry what the fuck!..." (sobbing)

"Sorry……"

"You tell me why and I'll let it go..." (crying)

"I'm sorry..." (=_=)

"..." Ni Zukai!