heart to wild

When Yu Dian was 16 years old, he spent the winter vacation with his whole family in Yu’s old house.

Coincidentally, they also celebrated Yu Chen's birthday together.

Ugh, that was a horrible family reunion.

Yu Chen has been refusing since the night before, repeatedly emphasizing that he will be 24 soon, not another 16-year-old baby, and there is no need for these messy rituals.

But Sister Manman ignored him at all, and was still humming a song in the kitchen preparing dishes for the whole day tomorrow.

Yu Chen was devastated, but Cong Jia pretended to be stupid, Ding Yuan was drinking tea, Yu Qiyun was reading the report, and Yu Dian was sitting on the sofa carpet at No. 18 watching his idol's famous masterpiece.

You guys are amazing family, aren't you?

Yu Chen suddenly wanted to call his mother, Wang Yanhui, and call his ex-wife to fly over to destroy this beautiful family atmosphere.

Alone and lonely, only the old dog slowly rubbed against his leg.

Yu Chen said indifferently, "I don't have ham."

Little also left.

Ha ha.

Yu Chen turned around and went upstairs, forgetting the screams of "Brother Yu Chen" and Yu Dian's panicked "shut up" downstairs.

He's going to bed, good night don't disturb.

The next day, he didn't want to go downstairs all day, but their puppy had many ways to do it. He grabbed his door early in the morning and chattered.

"Brother, grandpa and grandma sent a lot of photos of Miao Yi!"

What kind of grandpa and grandma are they called, their seniority is completely messed up.

Yu Chen opened the door expressionlessly: "Where are the photos?"

Yu Dian, who was wearing a little dinosaur one-piece pajamas, smiled and said, "I'll show you after breakfast!"

"..." Yu Chen followed him downstairs.

But this dishonest brat, after breakfast comes lunch, and after lunch comes afternoon tea. When Yu Chen was sitting on pins and needles and ready to escape, that fat girl of Sister Manman walked out in the darkness pushing a birthday cake as expected.

There were twenty or so candles densely packed, and the singing of "happy birthday to you" was so embarrassing that one could dig out a Forbidden City with their toes. Yu Chen backed away in pain, deeply betrayed when he discovered that there was a mezzo-soprano in the singing from a transoceanic phone His own mother over there.

"Happy 24th birthday to Yu Chen!"

The 24-year-old Yu Chen was about to be forced to death on the first day of his birthday by them!

Yu Dian was the happiest, and finally returned the photo album sent by Miaoyi's grandparents to his brother.

Holding two thick photo albums in his arms, Yu Chen was a little surprised: "So many? Isn't she less than two years old?"

How many sheets have to be washed in a day to collect such progress.

Yu Dian bowed his head in embarrassment and drew circles with his toes: "The other one is mine."

Yu Chen: "..."

Yu Dian looked up at him expectantly: "Do you like me, brother?"

Yu Qiyun watched the child silently behind him.

Yu Chen twitched the corner of his mouth: "I like it."

Ding Yuan couldn't hold back her laughter, and handed him two uninspiring ceramic cups together.

"One was drawn by me, and the other was drawn by your mother, which can be kept for use after marriage."

The two mothers thought beautifully, and he would have to divorce as soon as he took out such an ugly thing.

Yu Qiyun was still looking at him.

Yu Chen took a deep breath and nodded with a half smile: "Thank you."

Finally, Cong Jia.

His grandma, who only took him to play with him when he was very young, took out an old jewelry box from her bosom, and the fine lines at the end of her eyes were like waves of willow leaves.

Cong Jia said: "I have kept it all the time, and I plan to pass it on to my eldest grandson's wife."

Yu Chen blinked, took the heavy weight, didn't open it, just rolled his Adam's apple, and said "thank you" lightly.

Authentic Cantonese accent.

Everyone in the family was stunned for a moment. Sister Manman turned on the headlights in the house in time and announced loudly: "It's time to eat!"

The most amazing thing is probably the days of Chinese New Year.

Their house has not been so lively for a long time.

Obviously there is only one more Yu Chen than in previous years, but the family suddenly seems to have a lot more vitality.

Both Ding Yuan and Yu Qiyun are at home on vacation, and Sister Manman also stayed here this year and did not return to Yuncheng.The adults are so quiet, but they are not afraid of noise. In the morning, they dragged my elder brother for a walk in the small garden. The panting old dog screamed hungry as soon as he entered the door.

Sister Manman served an exquisite full meal, muttering and complaining that the young master was so troublesome, he didn't eat this one, and he didn't eat that one.

Yu Chen lazily sat down and sang the opposite: "Auntie, I want to eat instant noodles."

Auntie wanted to scream, but Quezai took the initiative to speak for her: "Brother Yu Chengou!"

Yu Chen turned his head back, and looked at Yu Dian who was drinking milk with a guilty expression on his expressionless face.

"That's not what I taught." Yu Dian said.

Yu Chen didn't speak.

Yu Qiyun sat down and nodded slightly: "I taught."

Yu Chen raised his eyebrows: "I'm sorry, sir, I think your pampering should have a limit."

Yu Qiyun unfolded the newspaper, and replied with no ups and downs in his tone: "I'm not lying, I taught you sentence by sentence according to the post-it notes on your brother's bedside."

Yu point: "..."

Yu Chen: "..."

Ding Yuan came out of Cong Jia's bedroom, seeing the strange father and son, she was a little curious: "What's the matter?"

Yu Qiyun folded the newspaper and put it aside, and raised his hand to lead her over, but the woman slapped her hand away rudely.

"Just after touching the ink, wash your hands."

Yu Qiyun: "...Oh."

Yu Dian: "Ha."

Yu Chen: "Tsk."

During the day on New Year’s Eve, the three men went out to put up the Spring Festival couplets together. The little one stood on a chair and held up the banner so high that his arm was about to be broken. It was still my elder brother who said “too tall” and my father who said “short”.

The two of them are habitually picking on each other, can they not hurt the innocent.

Yu Dian jumped down from the chair with a lot of noise, so frightened that the two men quickly reached out to help him, but he didn't need it at all, so he threw the couplet into their arms, turned around and ran back to complain to his mother.

This is really scary, when Ding Yuan came out, the two had already covered the window grilles with extremely high efficiency.

Sister Manman hasn't had the opportunity to show her skills so much for a long time, and she almost made a table full of Chinese people by herself.

Yu Dian stood on the edge of the dining table in a daze for a while, raised his mobile phone to take a picture, and sent it to Moments.

Yes, circle of friends.

He is no longer afraid of the abuse and malice that have been sealed in the past.

Because there is a brand new beauty and excitement running over and holding his hand.

Among the hundreds of "related to me", there seems to be a like from Lu Jian.

Yu Dian slid over indifferently, and laughed and replied with a hammer emoji under He Dan's comment of "Damn, you can't stand without the upper class".

The chat page was full of little red dots and words of blessing, some were sent in groups, and some were typed to him word by word.

Yu Dian bit her lip, blushed, and replied "Happy New Year!!" to Yu Zisheng, and was suddenly taken aback by Yu Chen's approaching head.

"You fell in love early?" His brother irresponsibly provoked family disputes.

Under the watchful eyes of the whole family, Yu Dian put away his mobile phone angrily, and shouted: "Respect children's privacy, parents are everyone's responsibility!"

hello hello.

There is no end to the Man Han Banquet, so wait for the leftovers in the next few days.

No one in the family was interested in the Spring Festival Gala. Sister Manman went back to the house to call her little sisters. Cong Jia was resting, and Yu Qiyun was asking Yu about the name of the movie he watched in the living room last time. What, it seems interesting.

Ding Yuan helplessly pulled back the older child who was standing next to the child who excitedly changed his clothes and was about to go out to play with his brother.

"I know, I know, I'll watch it with you, okay?"

Okay.

Yu Chen tied his shoelaces, got up and wanted to urge the little kid to move faster, but Yu Dian was already one step ahead of him, rubbing his brother's shoulder, pushing open the door and rushing out.

"Hurry up! Yu Chen!"

so rude.

He went out with his pockets in his hands, with a drop of wetness on the tip of his nose.

Yu Chen raised his head, surprised to find that this year's first snow came late.

The kid who wrapped himself up like three naked bears was jumping in the yard urging him to hurry up, Yu Chen clicked his tongue impatiently, couldn't help laughing, and ran a few steps to catch up with him, holding the kid's hand. Clamping his head into his arms, he belatedly fought a snowy skirmish with him.

That night was the first time Yu Chen took his younger brother to meet his friends.

The high school classmates who started a business with him were either technical geeks or jerks. At first sight of such a young face hiding behind his brother and timidly tilting his head to look at them, he looked at each other for a while, and immediately accepted that the little brother was well taken out of his brother's circle of protection. Li pulled out.

"Drink, drink! Brother, drink!"

"Drink a fart," Yu Chen pushed the social man's head aside, and then pulled the child back to his side, "Drunk, you go to see his mother for me?"

Everyone clasped their fists together, and immediately changed their words: "Drink milk, drink milk! Brother, drink milk!"

Really speechless, the younger brother who drank milk all night said that he would never come out to play with them again!

It was early in the morning when we got home, Yu Dian helped the drunk Yu Chen upstairs without alarming the adults, helped his brother change his clothes, and washed his mouth and wiped his face. The child was so busy that he was sweating all over the winter.

While supporting the back of his neck to put him back on the pillow, Yu Dian suddenly heard his elder brother say "棻棻" in a daze.

Tears almost fell out.

Yu Dian covered her brother with a quilt while pursing her smile, turned off the bedside lamp, and whispered to him, "Good night, Ah Chen."

I should have gone back to my room to rest.

But after finishing washing, Yu Dian stood at the head of the bed, but suddenly turned around, opened the door and went down the stairs.

The vicinity of the old house on New Year's Eve was very quiet, and it was dark all around, and only occasionally could one see a star of light for a vigil.

There are fireworks in the distance, and the sound of exploding is a "swish". Although they are so far away, they seem to smell like gunpowder smoke.

Yu Dian poked his head back from behind the Mediterranean window screen, and turned to look at Cong Jia who was lying on the bed tenderly looking at him.

"Grandma, is this the smell of grandpa?"

He couldn't smell Cong Jia and Yu Junhe's bedroom. The front, middle, and back tune fit the image of the grandfather. The man in his memory left too early. Before Diandian had time to remember him firmly, his grandfather was gone. .

Yu Dian rubbed his hands to warm up the palms that had been soaked in the cold for a long time lying by the window, and after making sure that his breath was no longer white, he just returned to grandma's bed warmly, acting like a puppy.

When he was young, when his parents were away, he couldn't sleep at night, so he ran downstairs to grandma's bed with bare feet, pretended to be a poor puppy, and bit grandma's finger to scare her. Jump.

Now that he has grown up, he is too embarrassed to bite Cong Jia, but this does not prevent him from continuing to act like a baby.

"Grandma." The sixteen-seven-year-old Dian Dian seemed to be a six or seven-year-old little Dian Dian again.

He nestled next to Cong Jia's pillow, blinking his eyes, like a post-it note on his bedside, thinking about what he saw and heard that day.

"Sister Manman put too much salt in the fried eggs and shrimps today. It's very salty, but I dare not tell her."

"My brother is good or bad, and took away my chicken wings while my mother was not paying attention."

"Grandma, I don't think Dad is really angry with you anymore. He likes the wife you found for him so much. Thank you so much!"

"Ah bah bah bah, withdraw that word."

"Tomorrow is the first day of the new year. My mother said that our whole family will go to the temple to pray for blessings. I saw her secretly put the little girl's hair accessories in the bag."

"Grandma, we are going to say goodbye to my sister tomorrow. I hope she will be reborn into a good family."

"Don't be sad, I will be sad if you are sad."

"Miaoyi...Miaoyi is one and a half years old this year. She was born in summer, her eyes are like her mother's, and her mouth is like her father's. But Sister Manman told me secretly that she thinks the little girl is actually very much like the young master."

"Sin, sin, sister Fenfen and brother are just good friends... Brother will still like other sisters, start over, right?"

Cong Jia closed his eyes and nodded.

I don't know if I heard Yu Dian's question clearly, or if I just wanted to coax him.

Yu Dian calmed down, arms resting on the side of the bed, chin on hands.

The fireworks in the distance are single and shadowy, illuminating the foot of the bed for a moment.

He whispered again: "Grandma."

Cong Jia gave a soft "hmm".

Yu Dian smiled and took her hand.

"Grandma, good night."

New year, a brand new day.

The old antique furniture of the old house was covered by the raised white cloth, which smoothed the spring breeze in the room.

The young master in a black dress with a white rose on his chest gently pushed open the door of the flower room that had been left unattended for a long time.

The decayed flowers and leaves re-extend the vitality of stretching, and beside the French windows where the sun is shining, it seems that a lady from the middle of Guangdong is reciting in a warm voice: "The meal is over again."

Yu Dian raised his head, and saw the sparrow on the balcony tilting his head, his jewel-like eyes staring at the unattended rattan flower lounge chair.

The little bird imitated the tongue with a child's tone: "What's for the next meal?"

Eat boiled prawns, steamed eggs, barbecued pork in honey sauce, and claypot rice with cured meat.

Yu Dian lowered his head, squatted down in the warm greenhouse, accepted the old dog's hug from Diandian, rubbed his eyes, cried and laughed.

Another meal is over.

Grandma, I also eat well at two o'clock today, and work hard to grow up.