small town enyuan

He asked: "Okay."

Cheng Zhien wanted to find Cheng Jianguo, but Cheng Jianguo was worried that the scene would be too ugly, so he didn't look back, and pulled Cheng Zhijia straight into the car.Cheng Zhien watched her mother get into the car, the red brake lights of the car went out, and the car drove out.His tears could no longer be held back, and he couldn't wipe them off with his sleeve.

Liang Yuan didn't talk much today, he watched all this quietly.Watching aunt and uncle get into the car and go away, watching Cheng Zhien want to take steps to chase the car, watching Lin Yanqing want to come and pull Cheng Zhien.Liang Yuan stretched out his hand to hold Cheng Zhien, "Okay, go back to the house!" He dragged Cheng Zhien back to the upstairs room and closed the door.

Cheng Zhien put his arms around Liang Yuan and cried bitterly.

Liang Yuan was also inexplicably sad, in his memory, Cheng Zhien seldom cried like this.He put his arms around Cheng Zhien and stroked his back: "I'm with you."

Cheng Zhien held Liang Yuan tighter, "I'm homeless, brother Xiaoyuan."

Words are like hot fire that burns a person's heart.Liang Yuan looked up at the ceiling, almost burst into tears, and couldn't help cursing secretly: "God damn it!" Ever since he grew up, he had never seen Cheng Zhien cry like this.Perhaps, everyone has to experience all kinds of pain in order to grow up.Whether you are optimistic or pessimistic, these pains will fall on people sooner or later like rain from the sky.

Pain is like a knife, repeatedly grinding in people's hearts.Even though Cheng Zhien's heart is as hard as a rock, a blunted knife is even more painful, not to mention that sometimes, an unsharpened youth's heart is just pretending to be strong.

Lin Yanqing heard Cheng Zhien's cry outside the door.He lingered outside the door for a long time, but he didn't have the courage to open the door.With a long sigh, he turned and went downstairs.

Mr. Lin sat on the sofa in the living room, closed his eyes and meditated.Seeing his son bow his head, he said, "A child must cry when he cries, and a child with affection is a good child. Once he cries, it's over. It's your son. If you warm his heart, he won't be able to escape. "One sentence untied Lin Yanqing's knot.

Lin Yanqing nodded and sat down.

The old man said again, "This is your fault, your sin, let us and the children suffer with you. You deserve it."

"Don't say a few words." Mrs. Liang personally brewed a pot of scented tea, poured two cups of tea, and took a sip. "This Cheng family is a well-educated family. Especially Cheng Jianguo is a responsible person." People. They taught the children very well. This Liang Yuan is also a good boy, and he is especially kind to Doudou. It is also fortunate to have this child. His father died because of investigating this case again, so the family can't treat them badly."

Mr. Lin nodded.

Mrs. Lin put a few snacks and fruits on a tray, and told Lin Yanqing, "You can order food and drinks for the children later. I don't think Doudou has eaten much today."

Lin Yanqing nodded again.

Upstairs, Cheng Zhien was tired from crying, Liang Yuan dragged her into the bathroom, washed up briefly, returned to the bed, and lay there crying again.It may be that I was so emotionally exhausted that I fell asleep after a while.

Liang Yuan looked at Cheng Zhien, who was sleeping soundly, and smiled helplessly. He didn't know whether this guy was heartless or nervous. It seemed that these two types were so wonderfully integrated into this person.

Liang Yuan was thinking wildly when there was a light knock on the door.Liang Yuan got up and opened the door, only to find that it was Lin Yanqing, and said in a low voice, "Uncle Lin, Doudou is asleep."

Lin Yanqing put the tray on the table, and said softly, "Let him sleep, you can live in the next room. It's a room specially reserved for you."

"Thank you, Uncle Lin." Liang Yuan followed Lin Yanqing out with a smile, and gently closed Cheng Zhien's door.

Lin Yanqing patted Liang Yuan on the shoulder, "Xiao Yuan, uncle, I want to thank you very much, don't be restrained here, just treat it as your own home, this is your bedroom." Lin Yanqing said, and brought Liang Yuan into the guest room , "I have prepared all the toiletries for you. If you lack anything, tell the nanny to go to bed early."

Liang Yuanchang was so old that he didn't have his own separate bedroom yet. When Lin Yanqing went out, he walked around the room curiously. He had already washed in Cheng Zhien's room, so he lay down on the bed and fell asleep.

Cheng Zhien slept until midnight and woke up not knowing where she was.After remembering that it was at Grandpa's house in Beijing, and then remembering that Liang Yuan should be by his side, he touched it a few times but found no one, and woke up completely in shock.He turned on the light and went out to find someone, calling out in a low voice, "Brother Xiaoyuan."

Liang Yuan was soundly asleep, he heard Cheng Zhien calling him in a daze, he got up with force, opened the door, and saw Cheng Zhien standing at the door like a wronged puppy, "Here."

Cheng Zhien said aggrievedly, "Why don't you sleep with me." He relaxed, rubbed his eyes, and climbed onto Liang Yuan's bed.Liang Yuan was drowsy, too lazy to say anything, so he lay down on the bed and fell asleep.

The two teenagers who supported each other and depended on each other slept on the same bed again.

Lin Yanqing slept until midnight, remembering that she had an extra son, and happily got out of bed to see Cheng Zhien.When I got to the room, I found that the door of the room was open, and there was no one on the bed, and I was startled into a cold sweat.He ran downstairs and found that the locked door had not been opened. Thinking of something, he went to Liang Yuan's room and quietly opened the door to take a look.Laugh helplessly.Liang Yuan was lying upright against the side of the bed, while his son squeezed the others into a messy sleep.

The old couple who were resting downstairs heard the movement and came out to check.Seeing this scene, he smiled and shook his head.Saying good night to each other, we ended this tossing night, and went back to sleep.

63. Chapter 63

Cheng Zhien and Liang Yuan's biological clocks are very punctual, and they wake up on time at six o'clock.Cheng Zhien stretched her waist, said with a stuffy nose, "Do you want to get up?" Today I have to report to school and have an interview, but it doesn't seem to be so early.

Liang Yuan grabbed Cheng Zhien's disheveled hair, "Get up, don't leave a bad impression of being lazy."

Cheng Zhien nodded, got up and took a shower.

Liang Yuan stood up, opened the curtains and looked out the window, there was a bare tree in the small courtyard in front of him, the gray sky of Beijing looked up, and there was a hint of blue in the far corner.The cloud was torn into a long and thin strip, and it felt cold when I saw it. It was much colder here than my hometown.If it wasn't for Cheng Zhien, he wouldn't want to come to this strange place.I feel uncomfortable dealing with strangers.

Cheng Zhien came out of the bathroom and yawned, "Brother Xiaoyuan, do you feel uncomfortable?"

"It's okay." Liang Yuan shook his head.

"Pull it down," Cheng Zhien smiled, "who likes to be a guest."

"It's just you who have a lot of things to do." Liang Yuan detoured Zhien and went to the bathroom to wash up.

When Cheng Zhien went downstairs, the old man was doing Tai Chi in the spacious entertainment area of ​​the living room, and the old lady was carrying a water bottle to water her precious flowers.Cheng Zhien adjusted his expression on the stairs before continuing to go downstairs.

The two old men heard movement on the stairs, turned their heads and saw Cheng Zhien going downstairs, yawning.

"Doudou, why do you get up so early?" the old lady asked.

"Grandma, brother Xiao Yuan is afraid that I will give you the impression of being lazy." Cheng Zhien pushed the question to Liang Yuan.

Liang Yuan, who followed downstairs, pursed his lips and did not speak.He really wanted to kick Cheng Zhien downstairs.

The old man was amused and laughed out loud, "Still cautious in your own home? Hurry up and go back to sleep. It's time to grow taller while sleeping."

Cheng Zhien shook his head, "I can't sleep anymore, we get up before six o'clock in school, I'm used to it." He said and looked into the kitchen.

Mrs. Lin said, "Your Aunt Liu went to buy some breakfast. I'll give you some Beijing pancakes and tofu nao today."

"That's great. I've eaten tofu brains, but I've never eaten pancakes and fruits." Cheng Zhien was eager to eat when he mentioned food.

Mrs. Lin pointed to the two porcelain cups on the dining table, "I need to drink water in the morning, and those are your cups."

Cheng Zhien walked over and saw that the two cups looked the same, but the printed characters were different.One is printed with Twilight, and the other is printed with Jingting.Cheng Zhien pushed Jingting's cup to Liang Yuan, and took a few gulps from another cup.

"Drink in big gulps, swallow in small gulps," Grandma Lin instructed.

Cheng Zhien finished drinking the water and put down the glass.

Grandma Lin instructed again, "I remember my own cup."

Cheng Zhien is a little worried about his future life, the old lady is more nagging than his own mother, and she cares about everything.

Mr. Lin came over, "Look at how they chose the cup."

Cheng Zhien pointed to his own, "Speaking with children and girls, the lights are dim at night. Leave this to me. I actually prefer the latter sentence that never stays behind." He also pointed to the one in Liang Yuan's hand, "Never tire of seeing each other , only Jingting Mountain. Leave this to him, Brother Yuan’s personality is especially suitable for this, he won’t feel bored sitting opposite the mountain for a whole day.”

Mr. Lin nodded in satisfaction, "You know a lot, when will you be able to memorize these poems?"

Cheng Zhien followed the old man to the living room, "Our homeroom teacher likes ancient poems very much. He chose me as the class representative. In order to flatter him, I recited three hundred poems from Tang and Song Dynasties. When he wanted to show off to other teachers, he just Let me recite a few sentences. Later, I will recite more and more."

Mr. Lin laughed loudly, "You really are a pistachio. Then whose poem do you like?"

"Su Shi." Cheng Zhien answered simply.

"Oh?" Mr. Lin saw the topic, and became more concerned about the school exam, "Why, Li Bai and Du Fu are also good?"

Cheng Zhien sat behind the table, "The poems of poets and sages are indeed very good. But Du Fu is too heavy and sad, Li Bai is elegant but too wild, and lonely and unwilling. Su Shi is just like me, full of aura and optimism. There is a hint of laziness in the open-mindedness."

"You kid should study liberal arts. You came to Peking University to study Chinese and history. Why did you study science?" Mr. Lin touched the chessboard on the table with regret.

"Science is good for making money."