if we were together

The cause of this incident is complicated. The main reason is that his parents showed him three girls and gave him the information so that he could meet with him in turn during the time when he returned to China. It is best to choose one, confirm the relationship, and then stay together Domestic, or follow abroad are free.The second reason is that the time when the second elder gave him the information was not right. If it is mentioned after the family banquet, the family can have a happy meal anyway.And Duan Yi was stubborn for a while, and refused on the spot with no winks, so he confronted him head-on, and the father and son turned their faces on the spot.

After the lecture, Mr. Duan sat on the teacher's chair and drank tea.Duan Yi looked at the study.Both walls are bookshelves that go straight to the ceiling, densely packed with books.The color of the furniture is mainly dark brown and light brown, all of which are Chinese style. The armrests of the antique mahogany chairs have a jade-like lustrous texture.Except for the increasing number of books in the whole room, the layout has not changed for decades, and it quietly reveals the distantness of the years.When he was a child, he was taken to the study every three days to be beaten and listened to for training. After so many years passed, he actually missed it a little.

Looking at his father's gray hair and wrinkled eyes, surrounded by the warm tea scent in the big red robe, Duan Yi's heart suddenly softened.

"Dad." He was still kneeling on the ground, his back straight.The old man served in the army in his early years, and his military habits have never changed, and he also believes in the way the army does. Otherwise, he would not entrust a few children to the army every winter and summer vacation to be tortured——cough, no, grinding.Therefore, Duan Yi has also been cultivated a bit of a military temperament, which is mainly reflected in the fact that he keeps his stomach straight when he is beaten, his waist is straight, and he has a mighty and unyielding stubborn appearance. As a result, the old man often whips him more in anger.

But at this moment, Duan Yi had a reflective and sincere expression on his face: "Dad, I know I was wrong." He didn't give the old man a chance to misunderstand, and immediately went on to criticize, "I shouldn't refuse without any skill before eating, It's better to be tactful, and it won't delay Mom's birthday party."

Is this the wrong point?Mr. Duan was so angry that he blew his beard and stared at him before he slumped the teacup back on the table, and heard his son's soft self-reflection: "Dad, I have been ignorant since I was a child, and I made you and Mom worry about it. For so many years, our father and son have not spoken properly. To be honest, I have been in the United States for these years, and I feel uncomfortable when I think about it. How can a good father and son act like strangers..."

This kid showed a bit of sincere introspection, and Duan Rong's eyes turned slightly red when he said this, thinking that he would beat or scold this thorny son, which was really too harsh.

"Dad, let me tell you what's in my heart." Duan Yi calmed down, still kneeling neatly, and communicated with his father heart and soul, "It's been ten years, and I often dream. I dreamed that Brother Xiu took A group of little radish heads are playing around in the courtyard. I dreamed that brother Xiu laughed at me for failing the language test. I dreamed that brother Xiu helped me hide the burning of the cafeteria. Forced me to run [-] kilometers at the base... At that time, the training was really hard, but now looking back, that was the happiest time for me."

"But the one I dreamed the most was on my 17th birthday. Brother Xiu pointed a gun at me and asked while crying, why is your father Duan Rongxian?"

With a crisp bang, the teacup shattered in front of Duan Yi, and the fine white porcelain shards mixed with tea splashed on Duan Yi's limited edition Ikaros white silk shirt, and a few spots left tiny bloodstains on his cheeks.If Long Xiao was present, would he sigh that as expected of a father and son, they have the same virtue of throwing cups when angry, or as worthy of being an old man, throwing teacups is more imposing than his son?

Duan Yi looked up at his father without hesitation, his voice gradually calmed down, as if the teacup didn't exist: "Brother Xiu is different from me, I'm just an ordinary person waiting to die, a second-generation ancestor with no ambition, but Brother Xiu, he is a hero. In my heart, he is just like the great man you said, with a heart for the country and wisdom in his hands. When I was fooling around outside school, he had already entered the army with a double master's degree... I grew up I have never admired anyone except Brother Xiu, I have always believed that if the future of the motherland is entrusted to someone like Brother Xiu, that would be the best thing... But such a person is dead." Duan Yi's voice suddenly rose , perhaps to suppress the pain in his knees after kneeling for a long time, or perhaps to conceal his uncontrollable emotions, "Just because his surname is Fang!"

"Nonsense!" The old man slapped the table heavily, with a gloomy face, obviously very angry, "I really can't think of it, you think so, I, Duan Rong, will be upright and upright, Fang Xin is courting death, It hurts my son..."

Duan Yi also forcefully interrupted his father, speaking quickly and urgently: "I was kidnapped when I was six years old, and Uncle Fang saved me. I couldn't study, it was Brother Xiu who stared at me. Every winter and summer vacation, Xiu Brother is leading me and elder brother to train, we spend more time with Brother Xiu than with you..."

"Are you blaming your father for neglecting you when you were young?"

"No, I know that Dad cares about us very much. I just want to say, you know better than me what kind of people Uncle Fang and Brother Xiu are. Uncle Fang has done some things, but how many hands do you guys have? Is it clean? Why did Uncle Fang’s family commit such a serious crime?”

"You..." Duan Rong never imagined that his son would reveal the old account of ten years ago, and his words were aggressive, without giving in at all, his blood surged for a while, his face turned pale, and the fingers holding the handrail trembled , raised his hand and wanted to slap his son, but was dizzy and fell back into the chair.Before Duan Yi could reach out his hand, the old lady Duan who was attracted by the sound of smashing the teacup opened the door chatteringly. Calling the doctor, a group of people followed her command and turned around, making a lot of noise.While comforting her wife, the old lady Duan took the time to yell at her son who was kneeling on the ground: "You brat, you will be angry with your father as soon as you come back, what are you still doing there, go back to your room and don't block others from doing things!"

The old lady really loved her son, she was worried about her wife's health and did not forget to rescue Duan Yi, and threw him out.Duan Yi heaved a sigh of relief, and looked at his father worriedly. Although he was very angry, he seemed to be in good spirits. Then he stood up slowly with his sore and stiff legs, passed by the family doctor who came in a hurry, and returned honestly. room to go.

The room basically remained the same as when he left home at the age of 17. Someone cleaned it every day, but the photo frame on the table was taken away, probably because he was afraid that he would fall in love with the scene.He remembered that it was a group photo of brother Xiu and their four siblings. The three brothers of the Duan family were still wearing white vests, smiling brightly around their idol. Duan Lan was still a little yellow-haired girl at that time, with a snotty nose and two braids. , riding on Brother Xiu's neck, smiling shyly with his mouth missing teeth.

So it is useless even if the photos are collected, the past may be nothing, but once Brother Xiu died, it became unforgettable, unable to forget, unable to escape, entangled like maggots attached to the bones.

He fell heavily on the bed, but his back hurt from the hard bed boards, and he sat up and rubbed his teeth grinning. Only then did he remember that the old man didn't give Simmons to sleep in order to exercise the children's willpower. Thin batting.There was a knock on the door at this time, and he just rubbed his waist and said in listlessly.

Duan Zhen came in.If Duan Yi's temperament is like his father's, which is called Ning Bending if you say it nicely, or regressing if you don't want to go, if you say it badly, it makes people itch with hatred, then Duan Zhen's character is inherited from his mother, gentle and elegant A little soft and cowardly.This kind of personality is a good bond between the family members, and Duan Yi will still listen to his elder brother to some extent.

Seeing the eldest brother come in, he rolled over and sat up: "How is dad?"

"After taking the medicine, Mom will stay with him. After a while, Xiaosong and Xiaomei will be fine. You said you, now that you know how to worry, what did you do? Even mom's birthday is messed up like this. Dad has a bad heart. It's not that you don't know how much the US emperor has paid for you to murder the country's Zhongliang as soon as you come back?"

Duan Yi habitually touches his nose again, and the always gentle elder brother speaks so harshly now, it seems that he is really angry, so the second master Duan is even more guilty, "Brother, I was wrong... I really couldn't hold it back for a while, I have been holding back for ten years gone."

Duan Zhen looked at his younger brother, a 27-year-old man, who had gone through life and death at a moderate age, but was still immature in some places, maybe he had never loved anyone before.Then who said that love makes a person grow, but this kid has been entangled in a heroic complex for a whole ten years. Maybe some people in the game flower bush love this way by nature, but Duan Zhen knows in his heart that to his younger brother, this is just an escape .

The boss of the Duan family sighed, pulled over the chair and sat down face to face with his younger brother, took the cigarette Duan Yi put on the desk and lit it.Because of his wife and children, he had quit smoking, but at this time he felt that he really needed one.

A faint smell of nicotine permeated the boy's room in the past. Although the room had been renovated, the Duan family was old-fashioned. Everything was arranged according to the original layout. Even the Jordan posters on the wall were kept. It turned yellow, and the dado also retained that ugly green color - this is what Duan Yi insisted on.Therefore, the brand-new room is both familiar and strange, like a face frozen in time.

"Duan Yi, why are you so obsessed with Brother Xiu?"

Duan Yi was stunned, he thought that his nostalgia, regrets and knots for brother Xiu were all logical, the idol in his youth, such an outstanding young man, committed suicide in front of him at the age of 24, his nostalgia and persistence still needed reason?

Duan Zhen obviously didn't think so, and opened the second drawer of the desk with ease, and took out a photo album.Duan Yi watched his elder brother's familiar movements in his room, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help twitching. It seems that when he was away, his brothers often wandered around in his room.Damn it, no one cares if the tiger walks away and shows off its power...

That photo album is quite old, and it has accumulated photos of Duan Yi from childhood to adulthood, which can be regarded as a record of the trajectory of the first half of his life.Duan Zhen turned over the first few pages, babies, kindergartens, elementary schools, and didn’t stop until junior high school, spread them out beside the bed, and clicked on the photos, “There are some things I didn’t want to talk about at first, but I thought that as time went on, no matter how deep the relationship was, it would be too late.” Faint, but I didn't expect that the dignified Second Master Duan would go out of his way and refuse to come out."

"..." Duan Yi was so teased that he was speechless, and his eyes fell on the photo. The paper of the photo taken by Li Ke was yellow and brittle. The people in the photo were dressed in terrible clothes, but the photographer was good.The background is a street. In the autumn season, the sky is clear and blue, the tall plane trees on both sides of the street are covered with dead leaves, and there are also a few fine yellow leaves in the air that are blown away by the wind.Duan Yi was thirteen or fourteen years old at the time, with a white shirt and blue trousers that narrowed his waist. He was as slender and tender as bean sprouts, which made the oriental version of Brusto himself feel unbelievable.A young man with a red scarf fluttering and a shoulder schoolbag on his back, standing among a golden leaf, raised his face and smiled brightly.

The young man opposite him was wearing a simple white shirt and green army trousers. Master Oskar would probably cry when he saw this attire, but the young man in the photo was full of elegance and handsomeness, tall and straight, with a handsome figure , Facing the child's smile, the corners of his mouth curled up in response, his eyes were so gentle that they were about to melt into water, and his fingers were picking up a dead leaf from the boy's pitch-black hair.

The autumn light is a bit hazy withered and yellow, so the photographer used a soft light lens.Duan Yi remembers clearly, that day when he saw brother Xiu after school, the two of them walked home on the road, the weather was fine that day, the bright sunshine at dusk was as clear as glass, illuminating the ordinary city streets like a fairyland, he Along the way, he never stopped talking, chatting and complaining to Brother Xiu about the rigid Chinese teacher, the nympho monitor, the narrow-minded deskmate, the funny things in school, getting into trouble and being spanked by his father... Brother Xiu kept smiling softly, earnestly Listen to his rambling, and ask questions with great interest, so that his rambling can continue.And sometimes he pulled his arm around the puddles and stones on the road, and sometimes helped him pick up the fallen leaves that fell on his shoulders, and then the photographer suddenly caught up. He was an old French man who spoke English with a thick accent. He gestured and handed over the photo he just snapped.

There were few foreigners who came to China in those days. In the hearts of the people at that time, these blond and blue-eyed aliens seemed to be understandable no matter how weird their behavior was.Duan Yi didn't think much about it, so he accepted it.Looking back now, this photo is not only beautiful, but also very ambiguous.The way the two looked at each other was full of affection no matter how you looked at it.Recalling this point, Duan Yi was startled and looked up at his elder brother.