you have to talk to me

The chopsticks in Feng Jimeng's hands sitting on the chair stopped in his mouth beside the dish, and he stopped chewing.He felt a stream of sweat pouring out of his vest without moving.

That shriveled old lady is more accurate, but Yang Fan is a grandma who sits on the table and doesn't eat, so I look closely at him.That kind of magnifying glass seems to be glued to the body, which feels very weird. The old lady also looks very weird. Feng Jimeng's calves stretched out and he almost ran away.

Feng Wenhui was still tidying up in the old lady's room, and Yang Fan had just peeled a boiled egg and divided the egg whites into the old lady's bowl, saying, "Grandma's dinner..."

"Yang Fan!" The old lady spoke with her teeth leaking, and she was a little slurred, but it was a sudden sound that still made people hear that she was angry, and then she muttered, "Didling, late for class, late." I want to fight with what Teacher Wu reported and what your mother reported about you not learning well and getting into fights..."

Confused, Feng Jimeng wondered what was going on and wondered if Yang Fan was on her other side, and she muttered something to herself.

"Did you fight again!" A dry hand suddenly grabbed Feng Jimeng with such force that it hurt his arm.

The old lady's cloudy eyes were staring at his forehead at this moment.

Feng Jimeng was taken aback, "Yang..." He raised his head and saw Yang Fan made a hushed gesture to him, so Feng Jimeng shrank his neck and did not dare to move.

Yang Fan pinched the old lady's hands and pulled her off Feng Jimeng's shoulders, and raised his voice close to the old lady's ear, "Yang Fan didn't, you remember wrongly the one who fought."

"Then his forehead is broken." The deaf old man would always raise his voice when he thought that others could not hear clearly like her.

"He fell and broke his forehead."

The old lady rolled her eyes on the faces of the two of them as if she was in a state of confusion. Two seconds later, she grabbed Feng Jimeng again, "No, no, no, no..."

Yang Fan took her hand off again, "Then it hit a tree."

"It hit a tree."

"Yes, it hit a tree."

The old lady turned her head and stared at Yang Fan for a while, then asked, "Which one do you have? Why are you at my house?"

"I have Teacher Wu, so I'll come to visit my home."

"Ms. Wu..." The old lady grasped Yang Fan with both hands, "Mr. Wu's hello, hello, is Yang Fan disobedient at school? If you don't obey him, hit him. I'm old and can't beat him." You helped me fight hard, you."

Yang Fan's face was full of colors in front of his students, and he couldn't save face.

"He was very obedient at school."

"Be obedient." The old lady seemed disappointed, "Has he improved in his studies?"

"If he has improved, he can be admitted to university."

The old lady withdrew her hand, "That's good, that's good, it's hard work, yours..."

"Teacher Wu." Yang Fan cleared up the old lady's blocked memory.

The old lady suddenly quieted down, staring blankly at the dining table, as if there was a sudden misfire or a firecracker.

Yang Fan took a spoonful of porridge and fed it to the old lady's mouth, "Grandma..."

The old lady suddenly came back to life as if she grabbed a hot steamed stuffed bun and stuffed it into the chest pocket of Feng Jimeng's sweater, then pushed him hard, "I'm late, I'm late, I'm late, I'm going, I'm going, I'm going!" I'm late..." Shouting, she stood up and hung Feng Wenhui on the hanger, took off her bag and put it on Feng Jimeng's neck, "Don't forget your schoolbag."

What Yang Fan told him in a low voice told him to go out for a while following the old lady's will.

Feng Jimeng didn't expect that a dry old lady with such strength would push him to the door along with her strength.Feng Jimeng frantically unscrewed the door, was about to step outside, was caught by the old lady, and then handed him a handful of crumpled banknotes.

"Don't worry if you want to eat enough."

"Bang..." the door closed in front of Feng Jimeng's eyes.He was standing in the corridor with a hot bun in his arms, a lady's purse hanging around his neck, and a handful of hundred-yuan bills in his hand.The neighbor next door who happened to come out of another doorway was surprised at first when he saw Feng Jimeng's appearance, then smiled and greeted understandingly, "Old lady Yang is still like that."

Feng Jimeng let out a "huh" completely confused.

He saw that the money in his hand seemed to be waiting for someone to walk by, and he found that every piece of money was written in pencil, "The old man suffers from dementia, please contact xxx, please forgive me if I offend, and repeat Thank you" is the wording.

Yang Fan, who Feng Jimeng took out the buns from his pocket, opened the door and came out.

"Next to the elevator, the trash can."

Yang Fan, who was walking towards the elevator with Feng Jimeng carrying the buns, also followed.He stood in the elevator room by the window and lit a cigarette.

Feng Jimeng gave the old lady to him and returned the money to Yang Fan. Before he could explain, he took the initiative to ask, "Do you have Alzheimer's disease?"

Yang Fan nodded.

Yang Fan, who was silent for a moment, seemed to be in such a dignified atmosphere, pulling the corners of his mouth and smiling at Feng Jimeng uncomfortably, "You know a lot at a young age."

"My grandma has this too."

"Then your grandma..."

"Been dead for many years."

"Yeah." Yang Fan took a deep puff of his cigarette, pressed the cigarette butt out of the window sill, and looked at Feng Jimeng's black and blue head, "Can you go home like this?"

"fine."

Yang Fan patted him on the shoulder, "It's better to bow your head and admit your mistakes to your parents when you go home." Then he winked at Feng Jimeng, "Your mother, who is pretending to be pitiful, sees you in such a miserable state." I promise I won't let your father beat you again."

Reminiscent of the old lady's bad memory of young Yang Fan just now, Feng Jimeng squinted her eyes, "Teacher Yang is very experienced."

Yang Fan conveniently pinched the back of Feng Jimeng's head, "Stinky boy."

"You have the kind of mouth that doesn't make a sound and doesn't get angry. You can open your mouth and want to piss someone off."

Yang Fan glared at him, then stretched out his hand to lift Feng Jimeng's short forehead and observed for a while, "Go home and ask your family to take you to the hospital for an examination in case of a concussion, what is it?"

Feng Jimeng brushed his hand away, "The younger you are, the better you get beaten up, the healthier you are."

"It's said that you are an ordinary young man, but you are precious."

Faced with Yang Fan's teasing Feng Jimeng turned expressionlessly and entered the room.

He changed his shoes and went out with Yang Fan. The two walked out along the alley last night.Feng Jimeng took a taxi here and Yang Fan crossed the road and went straight to "Yangfan Auto Beauty".

Feng Jimeng, who was sitting in the car, suddenly thought of her grandmother who passed away many years ago.In my memory, grandma had a white and fat steamed bun that looked like an old lady. She always sat on a single leather sofa with a blanket covering her legs while waving to him and saying to him, "It's so cute. Grandma hugs..."

Now that I think about it, she has reached the late stage of her illness and doesn't know anyone and doesn't remember anyone, so every time she accurately called Feng Jimeng's name, the adults around her were pleasantly surprised and pushed him towards the old lady.

At that time, Feng Jimeng was only five or six years old or younger and couldn't tell the difference between kindness and kindness. Only when the adults were so strong and hugged, he felt reluctant and scared, so he didn't want to go there.When he reluctantly reached the old lady's lap, he always wanted to run or cried.

He still remembers the time when grandma died and many people came. He already knew what death was, but he didn't know why he was crying all day long.And his mother took him by the hand and kept repeating the same sentence with everyone who came in to express their condolences.

"Mengmeng, the filial mother brought him to three years old and thought he couldn't remember it. You see, he is the saddest one today."

He Xianglan didn't know where she was delayed, and she didn't go home until the evening, except for Wang Wei who carried her behind the car, and also followed a van with everything in it. She went out to buy things this trip.

It was like moving a carload of things into the house, and she piled them up in the living room, calling for Sister Chen everywhere, but she couldn't find anyone, and then remembered that the nanny had a rest this weekend.

She started calling Feng Jimeng, and stepped on her high heels as she walked upstairs. Her slightly sharp but sticky voice echoed throughout the house.Not only does she have this building as the master's but also as the only life. As soon as she entered the house, the quiet and lifeless villa could only come alive, and it began to become noisy.

Feng Jimeng came out before He Xianglan entered his room, took off the earphones and hung them around his neck.

"You are at home."

"I came to help mom pack things. I bought you a co-branded game console. It's very popular. What's the name of the game? You also like earphones, clothes and shoes."

One by one, the boxes were opened and filled with things.While taking it out, He Xianglan introduced where she bought it, yes, how to buy it, and finally added, "This is for you to use", "This is for your father to use", "This is for your grandpa to use"... It seems She went to a large supermarket to buy what the whole family needed.And as a housewife, if she thinks too much about others, she often has no time to take care of herself, so all these things always belong to He Xianglan, and she has only two sets of skin care products.

"If there are too many things, I would not have bought this if I knew it earlier. It is actually easy to buy in China." She said, pointing to her skin care products.

"By the way, let's go to see your grandfather tomorrow and Sunday and send these things to him." He Xianglan pointed to the pile of things at her feet, including the foot massage basin, cervical spine massager, and various supplements and health care products. And some beautifully packaged sake that looks quite expensive.

Feng Jimeng let out a "hmm".

"What's wrong with your head?" He Xianglan noticed that Feng Jimeng's band-aid failed to cover the bruises and the top of her head.

"Bumped into a tree."

"Don't play with your mobile phone while walking, be careful in the future." She didn't say a word, and she didn't say anything to blame Feng Jimeng.

He Xianglan just took the things apart and said, waiting for Chen Ju to come back to help put them back, then shouted exhausted and shook her hands and went into her room.

Before going to bed, Feng Jimeng searched the whole house but couldn't find a band-aid.