good handedness

Hearing that Cheng Yi was going back to China during the summer vacation, He Yubai spent a whole day on the weekend tidying up the small bedroom that was used as a storage room.After getting married, Leng Jin sold his previous house and bought a four-bedroom apartment with a duplex structure closer to the Taisho Complex.It is still a school district house, and the area is larger and the location is better than before, so I have to bear more loans.

He Yubai felt that the interest of several million more for 20 years was not worth it, so he secretly paid the balance.After Leng Jin found out, he had an awkward fight with him, and looked like his self-esteem was severely damaged.He Yubai asked Mo Yifan to vomit his bitterness, and Mo Yifan persuaded him: living at home is inseparable from firewood, rice, oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar and tea, and bumps and bumps are unavoidable.The important thing is to understand, respect and tolerate each other. If there is something to discuss, the big idea must be taken together.

Then Mo Yifan called Leng Jin again, first scolded his son who had nowhere to rest his self-esteem, and then took on the whole matter, saying that he paid He Yubai to pay the balance.

That night, Leng Jin was lying on the bed, and suddenly said, "Xiaobai, I said that if I raise you, I will definitely be able to raise you", then turned around and hugged him into his arms, begging him fiercely, and it ended like this for half a month. of the Cold War.

It was also from that day on that He Yubai understood why his father always found fault with him and quarreled with his father in cold wars—hold it back for a few days and do it again, instantly regaining the feeling of the first time.

The dusty boxes in the small bedroom are mostly Leng Jin’s personal belongings: notes from his college days, movie discs that he was reluctant to throw away and had no time to watch, clothes with excellent workmanship but outdated styles, and Six boxes of books and a pile of miscellaneous old things.

Before He Yubai started cleaning, he made an agreement with Leng Jin that everything that had not been touched for more than a year would be discarded except for the necessary materials.Donate what you can, and throw away what you can't.A good bedroom is full of sundries, every time the housekeeper is asked to clean it, people simply ignore this room.

Putting some out-of-print books worth keeping in the bookcase, He Yubai began to pack the boxes full of sundries again.After packing up a photo album, he sat down on the spot and started looking through it from the beginning.The photos began to record Leng Jin's life when he was about thirteen or fourteen years old. At that time, Leng Jin was very thin, and he wore short clothes and shorts in summer, showing his arms and legs like sticks.There is no expression on his face, he is a young man who looks a little gloomy.

Two pages later, a well-dressed lady with an elegant face appeared in the photo.He Yubai knew that this was Leng Jin's adoptive mother, Ms. Wu Liwan.There is a photo of Wu Liwan when she was young on Leng Jin's desk. She cannot be said to be a peerless beauty, but she has a gentle and elegant temperament just like her name.From the photos of her appearing, Leng Jin finally showed a little smile on his face.

He Yubai flipped through the pages one after another, pursing his lips and smiling from time to time.He discovered that Leng Jin had also been in the second year of middle school: he dyed his head with golden yellow hair, wore a fat and rustic school uniform, and posed for various sand sculptures with a group of classmates. The background looked like a place where the school organized a spring or autumn outing.

After turning a few more pages, the painting style changed.In the photo, Leng Jin was standing at the gate of the hospital with a serious face. His yellow hair had turned back to black hair, and his figure had become stronger, but his youthful face hadn't completely faded away.The last few pages of the photo album were empty. He Yubai counted the time and guessed that Leng Jin no longer kept his own photos after the death of his adoptive mother.

Putting down the photo album, he picked up a hardcover book in the box, opened it and found it was Leng Jin's diary, and immediately closed it.It is not that he is not curious about Leng Jin's past, but the content of recording his mental journey belongs to personal privacy, and even the closest people have no right to pry into it.

There are several other hardcover books of the same kind. He Yubai carefully wiped off the thin dust on the cover, tied them with kraft paper strings and put them aside, thinking about receiving them in a cabinet specially for materials later.The last item to be cleared out of the box was an old-fashioned cookie tin box, the kind I used to see in supermarkets when I was a child.On the lid of the box were molded castles and carriages, the edges were already rusted, and it took He Yu a lot of effort to open it in vain.

Wow, it's a treasure chest.

Picking up the miniature soldiers and the rusty coins in the iron box, He Yubai smiled helplessly and shook his head.In fact, they are all worthless little things, but probably everyone once owned such a "treasure box", which is full of items that are extremely precious to themselves at a certain period and must not be discarded.

It can be seen from the contents of the iron box that Leng Jin has kept it since he was a child, and the time span is when he finished his studies.Inside was the blade of a scalpel, which hadn't rusted and was still as sharp as ever.He Yubai is very sure that this is the commemoration of Leng Jin's first time holding a knife.

The blade was wrapped in a cotton lace handkerchief, like the kind used by children, and like this iron box, it was very common to see everywhere.He Yubai vaguely remembered that he had used the same handkerchief when he was a child.

He carefully wrapped the blade back into the handkerchief, and was about to put it down when he suddenly noticed something embroidered on the corner of the handkerchief.He flattened the curled corners, and saw a drop-shaped pattern with a horizontal bar in the middle.

He Yubai was shocked, because he really knew that this was the word "white" in bronze inscriptions.All his clothes and handkerchiefs when he was a child were embroidered with this pattern by the grandma's nannies, Sister Yun and Mama Zhang, so as not to confuse them with those of his younger siblings.

Looking at the "lost and found" handkerchief, his eyes filled with smiles and tears—fate is such a wonderful thing.

After firing the throwing knife and returning home, Leng Jin threw himself on the sofa, stretched his neck which had been stiff for five hours, and opened his hand to He Yubai who brought the water glass in front of him.

"Come on, let your husband hug you."

Putting down the cup, He Yubai sat across his lap, facing each other, nose to nose, and said, "Ask you something."

The nose is full of the fragrance after bathing, Leng Jin narrowed his eyes, and said slickly: "Answer a question and give me a kiss."

"Don't make trouble, let's get down to business." He Yubai patted his hand away from rubbing his buttocks, and asked, "Is there someone named Leng Jiyuan in your Leng family?"

He Yubai was only four years old when he first met Leng Jin, so he didn't remember many things.He only remembered that he gave a handkerchief to a big brother who was crying in great grief, and then the handkerchief was used by the other party to blow his nose.Then there was the tombstone that he leaned on when he was tired from walking. The name of the owner of the tomb was forgotten, but the inscription on the inscription still reminded him - Gouli country, life and death.

Relying on this clue, he found out on the Internet that the Leng family had a martyr named Leng Jiyuan during the war years.

Leng Jin was stunned, and asked back: "That's my uncle, he died before my father was born, hey, why did you think of asking him?"

"I've seen him before." He Yubai said, pursing his lips and smiling to see Leng Jin's reaction.

"Heh, your grandfather is about the same age as you have seen him before." Leng Jin pinched his face, "Okay, what do you want to ask?"

He Yubai took out a lace handkerchief from his pocket, held it in front of Leng Jin's eyes, waved it, then pulled it away when the other party raised his hand to take it, and said with a smile, "I'm sure, it doesn't belong to you."

A hint of surprise flashed in Leng Jin's eyes, and his tone was quite relaxed: "Yes, it's not mine. On the day my mother was buried, a child in the cemetery lent me to wipe my tears. There is nowhere to return it."

"Oh, it belongs to a child. I saw you stuffed so preciously in an iron box and hid it at the bottom of the box. I thought it was a token of love from some little girl." He Yubai deliberately teased him, "When I saw it in the afternoon, I thought it was a token of love." I wanted to throw it on the stove and burn it, but then I thought, no, if someone goes home and misses the baby, why not die in a hurry?"

"Hey! Don't burn it! This means a lot to me." Leng Jin quickly took the handkerchief out of He Yubai's hand, unfolded it, folded it and put it in his pocket, and then supported He Yubai's shoulder and said, "If it wasn't for that child If you persuade me, I will definitely give up studying medicine."

He Yubai raised his eyebrows: "So powerful? What did that child say?"

"He said to me, you can still—"

"Saving someone else's mother."

He Yubai finished speaking for him, then pursed her lips with a smile.He can't remember anything else, but he still has an impression of what he said.

Leng Jin was stunned for a few seconds, and the vague memories in his mind gradually became clear.Suddenly, as if he had been knocked awake by something, he hugged He Yubai tightly into his arms, repeating "Oh my God...it turned out to be you".

"That's right, that's me, my dad still treats you as a human trafficker." He Yubai acted coquettishly, "Big brother, it's been more than 20 years, should you give me back the handkerchief now?"

Leng Jin tilted his head and gave him a long and passionate kiss, and then said firmly: "I won't return it, this is your token of love, and I want to pass it on to my son."

He Yu laughed angrily: "Where did you come from?"

"Let's make one now." Leng Jin turned over and pushed He Yubai down on the sofa, his eyes were full of love that couldn't be melted, "Xiaobai, shall we have a daughter? This will wait for your father's leading cane in the future." Pass it to me, and I can play a role in it.”

"You are purely ill-intentioned." He Yubai said, stretching his hand down, lightly clasping Leng Jin's belt, biting his lip and asking, "Why? Just talking and not practicing?"

A gleam flashed across Leng Jin's eyes.

"Don't beg for mercy later!"

TBC