Epigenetic

Aunt Jiao consciously dug out two pairs of slippers from the plastic cabinet by the door, put on an old pair by herself, and put a half-new pair at MSI's feet, and then went in after he changed it, and said, "Why is the old lady so busy again?" ? You haven't recovered from your cold yet, so you need to rest more."

Seeing them coming back, Grandma Zhu got up and took two glasses of water from the kitchen, one was handed to Aunt Jiao, and the other was placed on the folding table.

"Small illness, get well soon." Grandma Zhu sat back again, "It's you who have worked hard these days."

Zhu Weixing noticed that the old man’s walk was not as smooth as last time, and the knee of one foot could not be bent. He remembered that Aunt Jiao said that grandma’s legs and feet should not be exposed to rain, so he went to look at the glass of water on the table and touched it. It was warm, as if it had been poured out of a kettle early and cooled there.

"It's hard work for me. You know I can't be idle. I used to set up a stall. Now that the door is closed, I'm not busy at all during the day."

Aunt Jiao took a sip of water, went to see Zhu Weixing again, and brought the topic to him.

"I wish grandma, how well MSI is recovering. The doctor said that after a few more checkups, she will be completely relieved."

Grandma Zhu didn't raise her head, she flipped the paper skillfully with her rough fingers, and after a while a small and exquisite silver ingot lay in her palm, and then threw it into the cardboard box next to the bed.

"It's just a little hot when I came back, let him go back to his room to sleep in a while." No answer was received, Aunt Jiao gently pushed MSI to ask him to express his opinion.

Wei Xing had almost drunk the water glass in his hand, went to the kitchen to wash it and put it back in its original place before saying to the two elders: "I'm much better."

Aunt Jiao joined in: "Yes, yes, old lady, take a look."

Grandma Zhu finally looked at him, and then at the cup that had been washed and put in the cupboard.

Aunt Jiao also stared at the cabinet belatedly, until Wei Xing said that she was going to take a rest before she came back to her senses inconceivably.

"Take a shower before going to sleep, the clothes are on the bedside." Grandma Zhu said, her tone was flat.

MSI nodded: "OK."

When this dilapidated apartment was first built in the 80s, flush toilets and toilets were not popularized. In the past [-] years, the government re-planned the space and added a toilet to each household in the corridor, so the place to wash and wash is outside the house, covering two square meters. A place the size of a meter is enough for a sink and a toilet. There is no bathtub, only a shower.

I wish grandma clean it up, but after all the age, the tiles on the walls have already turned yellow, and the corners and corners are crowded with years of scale and rust.

Zhu Weixing took a change of clothes and stood by the door for a while before walking in.As soon as the door was closed, the room was very dark, and I fumbled to turn on a small yellow light above my head, Zhu Weixing was still dizzy, the room was stuffy, and I almost felt like vomiting in the middle of it, but fortunately I made it through quickly.

When I went back to the house, I heard that Aunt Jiao was still chatting with Grandma Zhu. Most of the time it was Aunt Jiao who said that Grandma Zhu was only doing the things at hand.

"In the hospital, he listened to the doctor's words very well, and was very polite to me. After this disaster, the child has completely changed. He must have been really frightened. He behaved a lot. I think he will be fine in the future. Just trust him again... ..."

Zhu Weixing stood outside the door and listened to Aunt Jiao pleading for her in a low voice, but grandma never answered.After Aunt Jiao changed the subject, Zhu Weixing pushed the door open and entered the big room past the two of them.

There are quite a lot of books on the desk, Zhu Weixing stepped forward to look through, music history, classical music appreciation, sheet music, compared to the sparse professional books, there are more magazines.

Zhu Weixing went to the closet and opened the door again, and instantly a row of gorgeous rainbow colors pierced into the eye sockets, red orange, red, green, blue, blue and purple, which was exactly the same as Zhu Weixing's dressing style when he was discharged from the hospital. Carry it on your body.

Zhu Weixing couldn't understand his previous taste, frowned and glanced hastily, his eyes fell on the rectangular box under the cabinet again.

Carefully dragged it out and opened it, revealing the unassembled three-piece silver flute in front of it.

The flute is not new, and there are traces of oxidation and blackening in the gaps, and the two cotton cloths for wiping are also crumpled.Zhu Weixing stretched out his hand to touch it, and there was a layer of light gray around it, obviously more than a month's worth of dust.

How long has it been since you were hurt?Why does this flute seem to have never been used for a long time?As a professional student, don't musical instruments need to be practiced every day?

Zhu Weixing was puzzled, and looked around the room again.

The change of clothes given by grandma was placed on the upper bunk.That should be his bed, and my brother sleeps on the lower bunk.But look at this place... desks, wardrobes, corners, no trace of another person, all things in the style of Zhu Weixing.The aunt in the alley said that she didn't often stay at home in the past. People didn't live here, but things occupied [-]% of the territory. This kind of person...is too existential.

Zhu Weixing has a memory loss, but has basic judgments about common sense in life. He doesn't know how much it will cost to learn the flute, but he always feels that his current family background is not suitable for this major.How long have you been studying?How did you get in?After passing the exam, why let the musical instrument accumulate dust and turn black in the corner?Delay or lazy?

Putting the flute box back, Zhu Weixing thought about it and climbed to the upper bunk and lay down.

Grandma may have considered his head injury, the mat is made of bamboo, and the pillow is made of cotton cloth, fluffy and fluffy, and can smell a faint smell of toilet water, the scent is inferior, but it urges people to sleep.

Zhu Weixing smelled it, his eyelids were tired and drooping, and all the things that he walked all the way from the antelope today flashed in his mind. Compared with the simplicity and poverty here, what Zhu Weixing felt more deeply was facing the home he had lived in for 20 years. Feel strange, no sense of familiarity, let alone a sense of belonging.

I have to adapt as soon as possible, Zhu MSI said to himself.

Thinking about it, he fell asleep.

Probably because of the new environment, MSI is dreaming again.

Different from the pitch blackness of the past, this time the picture is colorful, but too gorgeous, full of saturation and dazzling, making it hard to distinguish the concrete, like a palette of flowers, like mountains and rivers, like buildings, like people, and like Animals are wonderful and treacherous, hazy and unreal.The eyes were useless, but fortunately the ears were still working, and he heard the music.Piano, violin, guitar, pipa, reagents are continuously added and poured into the container one by one, reacting with each other, superimposing noise, until the eyes and ears are overwhelmed by accumulation, there is a bang...

The dream exploded!

Zhu Weixing struggled to open his eyes, his head was swollen and painful as if 2G memory had been stuffed with 1T of data, it took him a while to recover, and he saw that the room was pitch black and it was already evening.

Touching his face, calming his thoughts and breathing, Zhu Weixing staggered to the ground, opened the door and went out, the living room was also half dark, and Aunt Jiao left at some point, only the yellowish light and the soft sound of radio opera came from Grandma Zhu's room .

Could the music heard in the dream be affected by this?Zhu Weixing came to the door of the small bedroom thinking wildly, and saw that grandma was still folding paper money, and the box on the floor was almost full.The shallow silhouette makes her back not as straight as it looks in front of people, a little stooped.

Zhu Weixing was thinking about how to speak, but grandma spoke first, still keeping her head down.

"The dishes are on the table, if you don't want to eat cold ones, warm them up."

Zhu Weixing asked: "Have you eaten?"

Grandma said: "I'll wait and eat."

Zhu Weixing then went to the living room.Turning on the light, there were indeed several dishes on the table, including meat and vegetables, and a soup with wax gourd and ham.

Zhu MSI thought for a moment, and found that he had no memory of using gas in his little common sense storage. Fortunately, he put an old microwave oven on top of the old refrigerator, which he knew.

After heating up the dishes on the table one by one, Zhu Weixing said in a low voice, "Let's eat, grandma."

Grandma Zhu stopped her movements and looked over strangely.The half-bright light shone on the bandage-wrapped head and face of the boy by the door, making his skin white and eye-clear, especially green, and also made his expression look calm and sincere, and a little strange.

Just when Zhu Weixing thought that Grandma Zhu was not going to pay attention to her, Grandma Zhu put down the paper money in her hand, got out of bed to wash her hands, and staggered to the table.

Zhu Weixing looked at her shaky legs, then sat down on the other side, served Grandma Zhu soup, and waited for Grandma to pick up the bowl before moving his chopsticks.

The two of them didn't talk much, and they didn't make any big noises. I wish Wei Xing had just recovered from a serious illness, and her appetite was average. Fortunately, the dishes cooked by grandma were light and less oily, and they really tasted the same as the ones he ate in the hospital.

During the meal, he could feel his grandma staring at him several times, looking at the bowl he was carrying, and where his chopsticks landed.But grandma didn't open her mouth, so Zhu Weixing didn't ask, until she finished the soup, grandma said: "Your counselor just called."

Zhu MSI put down the spoon and listen carefully.

"She was studying abroad during the summer vacation, and she just came back today. She heard about you and wanted to come to visit her home. I told her that you are almost healed, so she doesn't have to worry about it." Grandma got up and took two clean bowls from the cupboard. , Pour the rest of the meal soup together to form a big bowl of pickled rice, cover it and put it on the corner of the stove.

"She said that she applied for serious illness subsidies for you at school. Let me ask if you want it. If you want it, go to the office to find her after school starts."

Isn't it a good thing to have subsidies?Why are you still calling to ask if you want it?

Grandma seems to have seen his question: "You have always refused before."

Reject, why refuse?

Grandma said: "You don't like to use your own name to get subsidies."

Zhu Weixing immediately guessed that it might be caused by strange self-esteem.

"If you want a subsidy...be kind to the teacher." Grandma urged again.

Zhu Weixing didn't have time to think about the meaning of these words, when he saw grandma standing in front of the sink and was about to wash the dishes, he hurried forward to take the things.

"I come."

Grandma didn't move, and that kind of scrutinizing gaze fell on him again.

"I'll do it, grandma." Zhu Weixing's voice was soft but persistent.

Grandma's mood was much more restrained than Aunt Jiao's, her eyes swayed a few times under her eyelids, and she backed away: "Wash with hot water."

"Ok."

Facts have proved that Zhu MSI's common sense reserve also lacks the skill of washing dishes. Not only is it very noisy, but he almost dropped his hands several times, and the detergent even dripped on the table and the floor.

After tidying up the surroundings and washing hands, Zhu Weixing went back to the room.Grandma has also returned to her room and closed the door. Zhu Weixing passed by the small bedroom and heard the opera singing from inside:

Smile while drunk, drunk while laughing, the world is drunk together.

Smile with sadness, sadness with smile, life is full of flavors...