Late ripening

Jing Yan and his classmates greeted each other and walked out of the school gate. The street in winter evening was smudged by twilight, and the light at dusk made people feel less cold.The lights of the cars on the opposite side flickered, and he ran over quickly.

When he got home, he said "I'm back" at the door, holding on to the wall with one hand and changing his shoes, and Mrs. Yu came out of the kitchen with a smile. He had grown a lot in the past six months, and Mrs. Yu had to look up and nod to Talk to him. "I came back early today. Mr. Lu just came back and is in the study." Jing Yan paused, speeding up his hands.Nearly half a semester into the first year of high school, the classmates and teachers in the class were very kind to him, and he gradually chatted with his classmates occasionally.Although he often couldn't understand the popular topics they discussed, no one isolated him because of his quiet restraint.

It's just that the little uncle is busier, he doesn't know much about Lu Qian's work, but he travels more and more frequently, returning home late at night, and leaving again the next morning.Jing Yan sometimes only sees him once a week.He didn't feel wronged. Uncle Fang who often came to see him at home told him that Lu Qian had taken on many projects and was about to be promoted to partner.But as long as the little uncle is free, he will chat with him and accompany him to buy things that he secretly told Mrs. Yu what he wanted to buy a long time ago.Jing Yan was very satisfied.

He took the water glass brought by his sister-in-law and knocked on the door in front of the study.For a moment, he seemed to return to the time when his father was still there. There was a quick "come in" from the study, and he pushed open the door. Lu Qian looked up and waved to him.Jing Yan wore the fluffy slippers bought by Mrs. Yu, walked to the desk, put down the water, and consciously moved a chair to sit beside him without talking.

Lu Qian was reading the new prospectus. Perhaps the villain next to him had too obvious eyes, so he had to turn his head, "Why don't you go outside and play. Aren't you bored while I'm working?" Jing Yan shook his head, "Uncle, please be busy. I'll just sit down for a while." The child seemed to have opened up his facial features after entering high school, and his complexion was also nourished by the soup stewed by Mrs. Yu, and he replied with red lips and white teeth and a smile.Lu Qian couldn't drive him away, and he couldn't put away the documents in his hand, so he had no choice but to leave him alone.

At first, Jing Yan took the book and flipped through it seriously, but Lu Qian's presence at the side was too strong, so he half-heartedly flipped through it for a while and then got down to look at him.He always dreamed of this kind of scene when he was a child. His father was preparing lessons while he sat on a chair and played with his hands boredly, occasionally making a little sound to attract his father's attention.Of course, this dream has never come true, and he doesn't want to disturb his little uncle now.

After Lu Qian finished correcting the file and closed the computer, Jing Yan had already fallen asleep in a daze.He leaned over and stroked Jing Yan's hair - it was long and soft, with a completely different texture from his own.Although the child didn't say anything, he found that he liked this move very much.Jing Yan woke up soon, staring at him like a cat and squinting, Lu Qian withdrew his hand, "Get up and eat." He stood up rubbing his eyes, there was still a red mark on one side of his cheek.

Jing Yan gradually developed the habit of eating and not talking much like Lu Qian, but perhaps because he spent more time in contact with his classmates in high school, his whole body exuded a faint breath of trees growing new shoots.He couldn't help talking to his little uncle about what happened in school. Although Lu Qian responded to him occasionally, it couldn't offset his happiness.

After dinner, Jing Yan dawdled into his room to do his homework.He always wanted to stay with his little uncle for a while, and just watch him work.The clinginess that hadn't been there before seemed to be suddenly revealed in an inopportune way.He has heard classmates complain about how annoying their parents are, and they are not given any independent space.Jing Yan didn't quite understand, he thought the little uncle was not like that.But he was also a little ashamed that he was like a child, he seemed to know what to eat, and finally realized what it was like to have someone he could rely on.

He tried his best to calm himself down to do his homework, and the homework in the first year of high school was not too heavy.He has always been in poor health, and he is not very good at sports. He is always prone to fever and cold when the seasons change.But he didn't want his uncle to worry too much about these things, and he wanted to work hard to be an adult who could talk to his uncle.

After finishing his homework in a hurry, he absent-mindedly reviewed the more troublesome mathematics for a while.Hearing the sound of Mrs. Yu closing the door and talking to his uncle from outside, he seemed to be unable to sit still and wanted to go to the living room to have a look.

Lu Qian sat on the sofa and made a phone call, Jing Yan stood behind and listened for a while, then ran to the kitchen to clumsily cut an apple, and brought it to the living room.He sat next to his little uncle and lowered his head, shaking his feet. Lu Qian's pants rose and fell with his movements.He sneaked through the slippers Mrs. Yu bought for his little uncle, which were bigger than his and not as warm as his own fluffy ones.

"Did you make an appointment with your classmates tomorrow weekend?" The phone call ended quickly, Jing Yan shook his head, "No...it's a bit cold and I don't want to go out." "Then do you want to go see Mom and Dad tomorrow?" Jing Yan shook his head. He stopped and said hello in a low voice.Lu Qian picked up a sliced ​​apple and handed it to him, then picked another piece and ate it himself, before he put it in his mouth like a hamster and began to chew.

The winter in the south is always wet and cold. Jing Yan wore a thick sweater and coat, wrapped his feet in warm socks with cartoon patterns, and got into Lu Qian's car.He was sitting in the co-pilot, and the flowers in the back row were bought by his uncle in advance.The weather wasn't as good as it used to be, but it didn't rain after all.

He followed Lu Qian step by step to the front of his parents' grave. The little uncle walked a little farther away, squatting on the ground and playing with the stones for a while.There was still dew on the flowers, and he touched them.I want to tell you that I'm in high school, and I want to tell Dad, thank you for letting me know my little uncle, he is very good, but I still miss you very much.He didn't have much to say, he murmured every sentence in his heart.

Jing Yan stood up, wiped the water from his face and hands, and walked towards the little uncle.Lu Qian stood under the tree with his back to him, and turned around when he heard his footsteps. "Are you ready?" "En", Jing Yan nodded, Lu Qian stared into his eyes, and emptied his shoulders. "Let's go, it's cold today. If you want to come over, we'll come again next time."

The return journey was a bit congested, Lu Qian tapped his fingers on the steering wheel, Jing Yan leaned his head on the car window and looked outside. "Jing Yan," "Huh?" Jing Yan turned to look at him.The little uncle looked at the driveway in front of him, and he seemed to think of something and said casually, "You will be in the second year of high school in a few months after the new year. Do you want to live on campus?"

The child was silent next to him, and he continued, "The teacher called me once and mentioned that if you live on campus, it will be more convenient for you to arrange your study time. I don't want to make you too tired, but what do you think? At school Wouldn't it be possible to get in touch with people of the same age? Only Mrs. Yu is here at home, you..." Before Lu Qian finished speaking, he suddenly felt that the reactions of the people around him were not right. He turned his head and glanced at Jing Yan. She buried her head in the scarf and trembled slightly.

Lu Qian hurriedly parked the car in the emergency lane, double-clicked, leaned over to the co-pilot and asked, "What's wrong with Jing Yan? Are you uncomfortable?" Jing Yan didn't speak, he patted his head to make him lift up Taking a look for myself, the child seemed to tremble again when touched by his hand.Lu Qian couldn't do anything about it, he surrounded Jing Yan with his whole body, lowered his head and asked him where it hurts.

Jing Yan looked at him with red eyes peeking out from the scarf, and Lu Qian was slightly relieved: Fortunately, he didn't cry too hard.But the tears in his eyes and the tears hanging from the corners of his eyes made him unable to ignore, just as he was about to speak, Jing Yan couldn't wait to interrupt him, "I...can I not go...I can study hard at home. .I can do better in the next exam...I just want...just to stay at home." He was sobbing and speaking intermittently, Lu Qian wiped his eyes with a tissue. "I didn't say that you must go. I just wanted to ask you what you think. I'm afraid you'll be bored and sick at home. If you don't want to go, then don't go. Okay?"

While talking, Lu Qian patted his back to make him feel better.When Jing Yan heard his little uncle say that, he felt as if he was about to be sent away in the next second. He always didn't want to be too far away from Lu Qian, as if he could feel at ease wherever he was.He was still a little dubious, but he didn't want his little uncle to feel that he didn't believe him, so he gave a muffled acknowledgment and wiped his nose.

Seeing that he wasn't so resistant, Lu Qian let go of him a little bit, "I've made progress, at least you know how to ask me." He rubbed Jing Yan's soft hair twice, but the child was still unhappy, so he could only say , "Stop crying, okay, the scarf is still mine, and my nose and tears are all on it after a while." Jing Yan ignored him, buried his head in the scarf again and held on tightly.