Specific gravity

The walking stick landed on the ground, making a muffled "boom".

Xuan Zhao maintained the posture of bending over to get out of the car door, a long-lost tingling sensation surged up, and for a moment Xuan Zhao even wanted to retreat into the car, he needed a blanket to wrap himself up, from head to toe tail, wrapped tightly.

Time seemed to stand still, Cen Baiyan looked at Xuan Zhao's shadow on the ground, a thin silhouette, and suddenly thought: Compared to the last time I hugged him, has he lost weight again?

Then Cen Baiyan was in a daze again, the last time he hugged him, when was the last time?

It was clearly a long time ago, but when I suddenly recalled it, my body could still remember the warm and soft touch.

Cen Baiyan was the first to break the silence: "Long time no see."

--haven't seen you for a long time.

Xuan Zhao was stunned for a while, since the morning of the formal farewell, it has indeed been a long time since I saw him, Bai Yan.

Then, Xuan Zhao stood up slowly, and smiled slightly at Cen Baiyan: "You're back? When did you come back?"

Cen Baiyan said "Yes", "The day before yesterday."

"Oh," Xuan Zhao pursed the corners of his lips, "Okay."

After exchanging pleasantries, there was another short silence. They could not find any topics to talk about, or it seemed so inappropriate to talk about any topics.

Xuan Zhao smiled wryly in his heart. He and Cen Baiyan were not strangers, but there seemed to be no more accurate words to define their relationship.

Regarding the occasions about Cen Baiyan, Xuan Zhao used the three words "that person" instead, the flowers that that person placed in front of the cemetery, and the card that that person did not leave a single word.

Compared to the unexpected reunion at this moment, perhaps an anonymous bouquet of flowers and a blank card are more suitable for them.

"you--"

"you--"

The two of them spoke at the same time, before finishing a complete sentence, they stopped abruptly at the same time.

Cen Baiyan's eyes flicked over Xuanzhao's walking stick——

It's a brand new walking stick. Has he completely given up the original one?Is it lost?

Thinking of this, the tip of his heart seemed to be scalded by something, and the pain made Cen Baiyan's eyelashes tremble slightly.

Xuanzhao looked down at his left hand, and smiled faintly: "It turns out that one is old, and I replaced it with a handy one."

"Well," Cen Baiyan said, "it suits you very well."

"Why are you here?" Xuan Zhao asked.

Cen Baiyan tightened his grip on the fruit bag and the milk crate, trying to hide these things behind his back.

"Take a stroll," Cen Baiyan said, "You're busy, I'll go first."

Xuan Zhao's eyes fell on his hands, he sighed softly, and said with a smile: "It's all here, let's go up and have a look."

Cen Baiyan was startled.

He is Cen Jingxiang's son, Xuanzhao invited him to visit Xuanyu?

"My grandma also studied architecture when she was young, and my mother knew a little bit about it." Seeing Cen Baiyan's hesitation and worries, Xuan Zhao said softly, "If you chat with her, she will be happy."

Rejection would make the scene even more awkward, so Cen Baiyan nodded and said, "Okay."

There were only the two of them in the elevator, standing at opposite ends of the diagonal line, keeping an extremely distant distance in the same confined space, as quiet as two strangers.

Xuan Zhao looked up at the floor number of the elevator that jumped up, and with the sound of "ding", Xuan Zhao turned his head and said, "Here we are."

The elevator door opened slowly, and Cen Baiyan subconsciously took a step forward, blocking the door with his hand——Cen Baiyan was a person who didn't pay attention to these details. Once he and Xuan Zhao went to the mall to watch a movie. In the elevator, Xuan Zhao was squeezed to the end by the crowd. In the corner, Xuan Zhao leaned on crutches when getting out of the elevator, walked slowly, and was pinched severely by the closing elevator door.From then on, every time they went up and down the elevator, Cen Baiyan would definitely block the elevator door with Xuanzhao first.

This conditioned reflex made both of them stunned for a moment, Xuan Zhao lowered his eyes and looked at his toes: "Thank you."

Cen Baiyan withdrew his hand: "You're welcome."

One after the other, they walked slowly to Xuan Yu's ward. Xuan Zhao leaned the crutch against the wall, and then gently opened the door.

Sunlight poured in through the open window, Xuan Yu lay an open book on his lap, and was sleeping on the sofa with his eyes closed.

There was a needle on the back of her hand, and the medicine slowly entered her body through the dropper. The arms can be said to be skinny, the wrist bones are high and protruding, and the veins on the back of the hands are like the veins of dead leaves.

Cen Baiyan couldn't help slowing down his breathing. He looked around the overly tidy ward, which could be said to be empty, with nothing in it.

Vases, mirrors, porcelain bowls, knives, and other things that could become self-mutilation tools were all put away. The corners of the table and the foot of the bed were all wrapped with cushions, and the walls were pasted with soft sponge materials.

Next to the bed was medical equipment that Cen Baiyan had never seen before, and it was obvious that Xuanyu was relying on these to maintain his life.

Cen Baiyan didn't know why his nose was sore, an inexplicable sense of guilt and guilt welled up from the bottom of his heart, and he didn't even dare to look at Xuanyu's face.

"It's hot, and she's not in good spirits," Xuanzhao walked to Xuanyu's side, took a thin quilt to cover her mother, and whispered to Cen Baiyan, "The waking hours will be shorter every day."

"Then I won't bother you anymore." Cen Baiyan put the gift on the ground and turned around hastily.

Xuan Yu was not a deep sleeper, but when he heard the noise, he opened his eyes slightly: "Xiao Zhao?"

"Well, it's me." Xuan Zhao gathered the broken hair from Xuan Yu's temples behind his ears, "Why don't you cover yourself with a quilt, what should you do if you catch a cold?"

"It's almost time, I think you should be here," Xuan Yu said with a smile, "I just read a book and waited for you, but I fell asleep unexpectedly."

Cen Baiyan stood with his back by the door, it was neither good to leave nor to stay at this moment.

"Xiao Zhao, is this your friend?" Xuan Yu saw Cen Baiyan.

Xuan Zhao said, "It's a friend I know, who came to visit you specially."

"It's rude to let people stand there." Xuan Yu patted Xuan Zhao's arm reproachfully, and waved to Cen Baiyan, "Come, come and sit here."

Cen Baiyan turned around slowly, lowered his eyes and said, "Auntie, I'm sorry."

"Don't bother, don't bother," Xuan Yu was obviously happy, "Xiao Zhao brought a friend to visit me for the first time, and I couldn't be happier! Come and sit here, is it hot, do you want to turn on the air conditioner?"

"Auntie, I'm not hot."

For some reason, Cen Boyan always felt a little cramped in front of the announcement, as if a big rock was weighing heavily on his shoulders, making it impossible for him to face the announcement naturally.

Xuan Zhao stood up, gave up the seat on the sofa, and asked Cen Baiyan to sit down.

"What a handsome boy," Xuan Yu looked at Cen Baiyan with a smile, "I haven't seen such a handsome boy for many years."

Xuan Yu sat by the bed, dissatisfied: "Aren't I handsome?"

"Okay, okay, you're handsome too," Xuanyu shook his head, winked at Cen Baiyan, and whispered, "Look at him, he's still jealous at such an age, anyway, I think you look better than him."

Cen Baiyan's thick guard was unknowingly removed, he pursed his lips and lowered his head, laughing lowly.

"By the way, what's your name?" Xuan Yu asked.

Xuan Zhao said, "His name is—"

"Bai Yan," Cen Baiyan immediately took Xuan Zhao's words, "Auntie, my name is Bai Yan, and Bai is the polyphonic word for pine and cypress evergreen, the language of language."

He can hide the fact that his surname is "Cen".

"Bai Yan?" Xuan Yu's eyes lit up, "Bai is integrity, and words are promises. The meaning of this name is really good."

"No," Cen Baiyan said with a smile, "it was just a random thing."

The nurse knocked on the door lightly and signaled Xuan Zhao to go out. Xuan Zhao stood up and said, "I'm going to pour water, you guys talk."

"Go," Xuan Yu waved his hand, and said to Xuan Zhao, "Come on, it's enough for Bai Yan to accompany me."

Xuan Zhao couldn't laugh or cry: "Who is your son?"

After Xuanzhao went out, Cen Baiyan became more cautious, not knowing what to say for a while.

Xuanyu always looked at Cen Baiyan with loving, gentle, and tolerant eyes, but under this kind of gaze, Cen Baiyan felt a sense of shameless guilt.

If she knows who I am.

"Bo Yan, Auntie knows that you are a student of architecture and have won a lot of awards. I would like to ask you for a favor." Xuan Yu said softly.

"You're welcome," Cen Baiyan said immediately, "If there is anything I can do, I will definitely do it."

It would be great if he could really do something for the edict.

Cen Baiyan was eager to use this method to make up for even a trivial matter, but he ignored one point. Since he came in just now, Xuanzhao did not tell Xuanyu anything about Cen Baiyan's profession, but Xuanyu naturally mentioned it. thing.

“When I was a child, I lived with my parents in the Jiangsu and Zhejiang areas for several years. When I was about ten years old, my family moved to Xinyang. When I returned to my hometown, I found that the old house had been demolished, and the area had been designated as a commercial area,” Xuanyu recalled. , "The only few photos of the old house were lost during the move, which has always been a regret of mine."

When Xuanzhao returned to the ward, Cen Baiyan had a notebook on his lap and was outlining it with a pencil.

Xuan Yu sat beside him, looking down at Cen Baiyan's pen writing, there was a faint light in his eyes, as if he had fallen into a distant but gentle memory.

"The four corners of the eaves are raised," Xuan Yu said, "The eaves are very wide and long, and swallows often come to build their nests; there are three stone steps in front of the door, and moss always grows in the gaps, me When I was young, I loved to run and jump, and often slipped and fell.”

Under Xuanyu's description, Cen Baiyan sketched out the appearance of the house stroke by stroke, and said with a smile: "I didn't expect you to be so naughty when you were young."

"Xiao Zhao was also like this when he was a child. He ran and ran in the garden by himself, and he didn't get tired no matter what. No matter what I said, he was useless."

Cen Baiyan paused at the tip of his pen.

"He used to be a very cheerful kid, but then he became a little...um." Xuanyu considered his words, and his tone was full of affection, "It's awkward, sometimes I feel cold and indifferent, and I am often hurt by him. Heart. Bo Yan, if he does something that makes you sad, don't take it personally."

Cen Baiyan didn't answer, but sketched the shape of tiles on the roof.

Xuanzhao stood outside the door, quietly staring at Cen Baiyan's well-defined profile through the open crack of the door. The sun shrouded his body and passed through the ends of his hair, casting mottled spots of light on his straight bridge of nose.

"Although it seems inappropriate for me to say this, Xiaozhao is really just a child sometimes." Xuanyu's voice was gentle and quiet like a pool of green lake water. "His life will always stay in the seven-year-old That year, like an ignorant child, he took it for granted that he did something wrong, and when it was time to make up for it, he didn't know what to do."

Cen Baiyan pursed his lips tightly, forcing himself to focus on the painting he had drawn.

It's been a long time, and the edict couldn't accurately describe more details of the house back then, so Cen Baiyan made his own proposal, painting wooden doors with round copper ring handles, carved window panes, and even painted two Leaf swallows.

Xuanyu stared at the painting for a long time, carefully brushing the tiles, eaves, porch, and stone steps with her fingertips. Then she treasured the painting in her palm and thanked Cen Baiyan.

"I also have a gift for you," Xuan Yu said.

Cen Baiyan was flattered: "No need, Auntie, I didn't do anything."

Xuan Yu picked up a book from the small coffee table, and handed it to Cen Baiyan: "The book I read with Xiao Zhao before, I will give it to you now."

She opened the cover and wrote a few words on the title page.

The edict said: "I will write your name on it, and this is your book."

Cen Baiyan took the book and looked down, "Siddhartha".

"Bo Yan, I am very happy that you can come to see me." Xuan Yu said with a smile, "I thought I would never have the chance to see you in my life."

Cen Baiyan realized something, and suddenly raised his head——

Xuan Yu still smiled lovingly and tolerantly.

"You." Cen Baiyan's voice trembled slightly, "Do you know who I am?"

"You are Bai Yan," Xuan Yu said, "you are Xiao Zhao's friend."

Cen Baiyan curled his fingertips slightly, and then slowly opened the outer cover of the book in his hand. On the title page were three words - Cen Baiyan.

It turns out that she has always known, who I am, and what my last name is.

Cen Baiyan's eyes suddenly burned, and he lowered his eyes and said, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

"Stupid boy," Xuan Yu sighed softly, "You are just like Xiao Zhao, a silly kid."

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Tomorrow (10.08) I have a travel plan, please take a day off; the big update the day after tomorrow is a car accident!