Years of love

Zhou Luo carried him all the way back to the bedroom, avoiding the greetings from the adults.

There was only one bag left in his hand, it was huge, Yan Qi guessed it should be a toy from the pattern on it.

It should be a toy for him.

Although he is already eight years old and should be in the third grade at the beginning of school, he seems to have passed the age of playing with toys, but he is still a little excited at the moment, eager to know what Zhou Luo bought him.

As long as it is not a doll, he can accept it.

When Zhou Luo put the big box in front of him, Yan Qi could clearly see a mini drum kit that hadn't been assembled inside through the transparent board.

Yan Qi wiped the drool from the corner of his mouth.

"Brother, is this for me?" There was still disbelief in his tone.

"Otherwise? Is there anyone else in this room?" Zhou Luo sat down opposite him: "Do you like it?"

"I like it." Yan Qi first took out the drumsticks from the box and held them in his hands, and knocked on the drum twice, and the drum set made a realistic "boom".

"Here are some simple sheet music. I asked a friend to make it. If you are interested, you can learn it." Zhou Luo raised his hand and rubbed his hair: "Men who play drums are very handsome."

It was the first time someone didn't treat him as a child, but used the word man.

Yan Qi felt that this person was good-looking, had a nice voice, and was very gentle. The key was that he was very kind to himself. It seemed that his empty heart was suddenly filled, and he felt the excitement of wanting to yell twice.

"Thank you brother." Yan Qi held back his emotions and put away the drumsticks and score, carefully placed them on the bedside and knelt down, for fear of breaking them.

Yan Qi doesn't like meat, unlike the fat guy at the front table, he eats chicken legs as a snack.He is only a vegetarian, and he does not refuse anyone except meat, but today he ate a lot of meat.

Because Zhou Luo kept pinching meat for him, which made Yan Qi sullenly eat with a smile on his lips.

After giving the presents and eating, there was nothing left to exchange pleasantries. Zhou Xun was going to take Zhou Luo to see his grandparents.

Yan Qi originally wanted to follow, not because he hadn't met his grandparents yet, but just wanted to stay with Zhou Luo for a while, but Su Jin didn't bring it up, and he was too embarrassed to speak up, and he could guess some of the reasons for this .

"Adoption" was probably only Su Jin's idea.

"I'll come see you again in a while." Zhou Luo picked up Yan Qi and threw him into the air twice, "You won't be so thin by then, you shouldn't grow taller."

"Look at your brother, who is 1.9 meters tall. He grows according to his appearance. In the future, the Zhou family's sky will fall and you two will take care of him." Zhou Xun sat in the car and waved at Zhou Luo: "Don't get tired of your brother. I started talking about it before I got back to China, why don't you come and take care of me."

"If uncle agrees, I'll be fine." Zhou Luo put Yan Qi on the ground: "I guess next time I come back, I won't be hugged."

"Hold me all the time." Yan Qi grabbed his hand and stared straight at his face.

Zhou Luo and Su Jin chatted while laughing, and when they walked to the door of the co-pilot, Zhou Luo hugged Su Jin lightly, frowned and said in a low voice: "We all know my uncle's temper, aunt, how are you?" Take care of him."

"I know, I know, good boy, you are the most sensible in our family." Su Jin's eyes were a little red, she turned her head and didn't look at him.

"Yan Qi." Zhou Luo squatted down, bent his index finger and hooked the bridge of his nose: "Kiss me."

Yan Qi was a little surprised that Zhou Luo would allow him to do this, and hurriedly hugged his neck and sucked his face, the skin was quite elastic.

"This face is so annoying." Su Jin smiled and took out a tissue from her pocket and wiped Zhou Luo's face.

"I'm leaving, uncle and aunt, hurry back, Yan Qi, eat more meat, next time I see you you will be stronger than now." Zhou Luo closed the car door, fastened his seat belt, put down the window and smiled at him.

Yan Qi waved his hands and watched until the car drove away from the small road and disappeared at the corner of the main road, then turned back to the house in a lonely way.

"How is my grandpa and grandma?" Zhou Luo put his elbows against the window sill, closed his eyes and rested his mind, and asked casually while holding his forehead.

Zhou Xun didn't speak.

"What's wrong?" Zhou Luo opened his eyes and looked at him.

"Your master is coming of age." Zhou Xun's tone was very calm.

"Are you kidding me? Just 73, did you tell me I'm old?" Zhou Luo sat up straight when he heard something wrong, "Uncle, tell the truth."

"People say that 73 and 84 are two hurdles, and your father probably won't be able to pass it. The body was still very strong the day before, but when he turned his face, he had a brain attack, and he was paralyzed for almost two years." Zhou Xun pressed down the car window, He lit a cigarette and handed the cigarette pack to Zhou Luo.

Zhou Luo's mother died when he was six years old. He always knew that his mother's disease was caused by the fact that his family was too poor when he was born, and his health was not well taken care of. She was in a sick state, and when Zhou Luo was six years old, she finally couldn't hold on and walked away peacefully.

The person lying on the bed was skinny and unrecognizable, and the caregiver was haggard and disfigured. This was Zhou Luo's only memory of his parents.

Zhou Luo can't remember her mother's appearance, except for the photo on the TV cabinet in the room, all she knows is that her mother liked skating very much before she was alive. The skates are off.

After his mother passed away, his father was depressed all day long, and he didn't have much time to work and take care of the children. He threw a lot of things to his grandma and Zhou Xun, including his own son.

Ever since Zhou Luo had a clear memory, he knew that his grandparents and uncles brought him up, and his impression of his father was not even vague, almost blank, especially when he was about to take the college entrance examination, he heard from his uncle that his father was in Soon after my mother died, she died in a car accident, and she didn't even have a reaction in her heart.

He was willing to call Zhou Xun's father, and he was unwilling to kowtow to the unfamiliar black and white photos on the tombstone. It was not because of his stubbornness, but because he felt that Zhou Yuan's incompetence made him a burden for Zhou Xun and his grandparents.

The burden on the shoulders of a kind child is always heavy. As time goes by, Zhou Luo also loses the immaturity of his peers, and becomes a little more mature, starting to live independently.

The weight of grandparents in his heart is very important, so when he heard about his grandpa's situation, his throat tightened for a moment, and he almost couldn't speak.

Yan Qi still lived a life where he occasionally needed to be a human shield and sandbags, and it became more and more frequent recently.

Time passed in his anticipation of seeing Zhou Luo again, and he was about to enter the fifth grade.

Yan Qi leaned against the wall and asked Su Jin to prop his head with a book. He admitted that he stepped up a little bit, but not much, maybe he will catch up in a few days.When he was drawing horizontal lines on the wall with a pencil, he turned around and found that he had grown by five centimeters, and jumped twice excitedly.

As for why he was so excited, it might be that Zhou Luo was afraid that he would not grow taller, but he had grown by five centimeters, and he wanted to tell Zhou Luo the news quickly.

But Zhou Luo never appeared again.

That night Zhou Hao was drunk again, reeking of alcohol and rainstorm, he fell into the house, chanting "the old man is gone, the old man is gone".

It took Su Jin more than an hour to put him in place, scrubbing himself and boiling honey water. During this period, Zhou Hao kept muttering this sentence repeatedly, tears streaming down his face for a moment.

It has a fight with the torrential rain outside.

After hearing this, Yan Qi guessed for a while, and guessed that the old man Zhou Hao was talking about should refer to Zhou Luo's grandfather. He didn't feel much about the death of this old man he had never met. He only felt that today's rainstorm and Dean Gao It was a bit like the day of his death, when there was a bang of thunder, which struck people with fear.

A week later, Yan Qi was wearing a black mourning dress, and Su Jin pinned a large white cloth flower on his chest. All the way, she held Yan Qi's hand tightly and never let go, even when she was sweating. Son.

The memorial hall is located in the cemetery in the south of the city, not far from home.

The ostentation is very big, there are many guests, and the room is full of people.

Zhou Hao is considered half a villager, he doesn't have much social circle, and the people who play cards with each other are all people who can't escape one day like a [-]-meter sprint, and there is no Yan Qi among the guests who often sees him to the neighborhood.

The friends of Zhou Yuan and his wife will not appear here. For people who have passed away for more than ten years, it is really rare for friends to remember their appearance clearly, and they will no longer have anything to do with the Zhou family.

The people who came with them kept walking in front of Yan Qi's eyes, and when they passed by Zhou Xun, they all nodded in a friendly manner with heavy faces.Yan Qi admired this man a little in his heart, everyone here was related to Zhou Xun without exception.

When he was pushed back by Su Jin and walked with her to the coffin in the middle to bow and mourn, Yan Qi felt the old grandma who stood like a dead tree in front of the huge black and white photo, and there was something in her sad expression. There was an obvious change, before, she was crying with pain, but now she looked at Yan Qi with a dazed look.

Su Jin hurriedly pulled Yan Qi and followed Zhou Hao to the side, buried in the crowd silently.

Yan Qi's eyes hadn't rested since he entered the auditorium. He was looking for someone, and he knew Zhou Luo must be here.

But looking around, he couldn't find Zhou Luo, and now he began to scan every corner and corner.He didn't have much thought about today's memorial service. The only joy he had was that after two years, he could see Zhou Luo again, even though it wasn't like Zhou Luo promised, he was the one who came to find him.

He didn't see Zhou Luo until the memorial service was over.

Looking forward to rising up little by little, and then falling down little by little, Yan Qi felt an indescribable bitterness in his heart, inexplicably wanting to cry, want to vent, even want to hit someone.

He hated this loss, powerless and aggrieved.

When the meeting was adjourned, Zhou Xuncai pulled out of his busy schedule and walked to Su Jin's side, whispered a few words in his ear, half bent over and stretched out his arms to hug Yan Qi.

At this time, Yan Qi was already an older child, and Zhou Xun probably thought that he was as weightless as two years ago, and this hug almost made him shiver.

"It's better for you to walk over by yourself." Zhou Xun put him on the ground again, and pushed his back forward.

Yan Qi narrowed his eyes in the direction of Zhou Xun's index finger, and after a few people passed, he saw Zhou Luo sitting motionless in the corner behind the photo of his grandfather.

The shadow cast by the light on the wall tightly wrapped him.

Yan Qi frowned, feeling a strange sense of familiarity overflowing in his heart.

He thought of the big tree in the orphanage, and of himself sitting alone under the tree and missing Dean Gao.

This feeling made him suddenly have the urge to rush to Zhou Luo's eyes and hug him tightly and never let go.

He decided to do just that.

Yan Qi strode forward, stopped and walked, and was forced to get close by the exiting people, his impatience became more and more obvious, and finally stomped his feet angrily, and simply ran away from the crowd.

When he was about to run in front of Zhou Luo, he slowed down and walked forward slowly, one step at a time.

When standing in front of him, Yan Qi didn't move at all, just panting softly, he didn't know what to do.

Zhou Luo heard the sound of footsteps from far to near, and raised his head dumbly, his expression was a little dull for a moment, his eyes were scary red.

"You're here." Zhou Luo reluctantly pulled the corner of his mouth.

"Brother." After Yan Qi called this brother, he lost his voice again. He always felt that no matter what he said at this time, it would be useless, and comforting people was the last thing he knew, so he finally gritted his teeth and closed his eyes. Eye, said: "Long time no see."

Zhou Luo laughed sincerely when he heard this sentence.

"Come here." Zhou Luo waved at him, "Let me give you a hug."

Yan Qi hurried forward, stood beside him, and put his arms around his neck.

His shoulders were soon wet, and Yan Qi patted his back twice with his right hand just like Zhou Luo hugged him before, and found that he showed no signs of easing up, and cried even harder.

Is it so tearful to pat the back?Yan Qi was so frightened that he didn't dare to move.

He thought about it, and he should just shoot like this. If he didn't shoot, he would not let Zhou Luo be hugged because he was afraid of embarrassment.

So after more than half an hour of filming, my hands hurt from the filming.

"Why are you trying so hard?" Zhou Luo bent his index finger and stroked the bridge of his nose, then raised his hand to rub his hair.

"I'm anxious to hear you cry." Yan Qi blurted out, and after thinking about it, he added, "Does it hurt?"

"Where can it be?" Zhou Luo took out a tissue and wiped his nose, then took out another tissue and wiped his face.

Yan Qi stretched out his right hand: "I hurt."

Zhou Luo froze for a moment, then laughed loudly with red eyes: "Then how should I compensate you?"

Yan Qi stared at his handsome face, wanting to engrave every single hair of him into his mind, so that he could turn it out to appreciate it from time to time, it would be best if he could even dream about it.

"Don't cry." Yan Qi raised his hand to wipe away the tears from the corner of his eyes: "Then don't cry."

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