At the wine table, several uncles pulled their father to drink a lot of wine, and the atmosphere was harmonious. So in the evening, they left one after another.

Xu Guangxi finished eating, waited for a while, and waited until everyone was happy before leaving his seat and going back to the room alone. The room hasn't been lived in for several years, things have changed a lot, and the bookshelves have been moved. She knew that she might not be able to sleep tonight, so she went to her grandfather's study to find the books she used to read.

When I was a child, I lived with my grandfather, and the family would limit the time I spent watching TV, and I couldn't watch the news every night. And she didn't have any friends at the time, so she couldn't watch TV, so she stayed at home all day, playing with flowers and grass with her grandfather, and reading calligraphy and painting. The older generation, vertically arranged in traditional characters, looks at the habit. After the founding of the People's Republic of China, books were typeset according to the West, and the previous books became scarce and precious. After my grandfather retired, he set up another bookshelf to put these traditional vertical books. When she was a child, she couldn't read all the four famous novels intermittently, and a set of very old "Zhaoming Anthologies" on the bookshelf, a full six volumes, could be read several times over and over again. At that time, her grandfather often joked to her: Xixi wants to be a female showman in the future?

If her father hadn't been imprisoned, maybe she wouldn't be disgusted with officialdom, or maybe she would have been arranged at home, in a certain position, and she would have been mixed for the rest of her life.

I found the book from the bookshelf and held it in my arms, and the warmth brought by the childhood memory flowed down the book and into my chest.

When I walked to the door of the room, I just wanted to close the door, and the whispers of several of her aunts came to my ears: "Look at this girl, she is usually silent, and she is quite honest, and she sees her own father like that." ”

"Don't you see, her life is no better now than here?

This was not said by Xu Han's mother, but by a cousin of her same generation. Everyone in the family knows about her.

"It's a bit too much, Xixi, this kid, still has a grudge against her father. ”

She quietly closed the door, her breathing became quiet, tiptoed, re-entered the study, and laid the "Anthology" on her grandfather's bucket table, turning page by page.

When several aunts saw that there was movement here, they chuckled in their hearts, and hurriedly urged the cousin just now to come over and inquire about it. When I opened the door, I saw a lamp turned on in the study, and Xu Guangxi was wearing a pair of glasses and reading a book. It seems to be fascinating. When she heard someone call her, she turned around, still holding a book in her hand, and asked from a long distance, "Is there something wrong?"

The cousin looked at her as if nothing had happened, and she didn't come over again, so she made an excuse and said, "I'm eating watermelon down there, do you want to go together?"

She held up the book and said, "No." Thank you. ”

The girl said "oh".

When the door finally closed, she plucked her grandfather's eyes from the bridge of her nose, leaned on the table with her hands, and pointed to any page on the "Anthology" with her fingers, word by word: "Ran Ran is a lonely bamboo, and the roots are Taishan A ......"

"Ran Ran is a lonely bamboo, rooted in Taishan......" She stared at this line of words, slightly distracted, and unconsciously read it. There was a "snap", and tears fell on the back of his hand.

She suddenly wanted to hear Ren Pingsheng's voice at this time, but she couldn't cry, she couldn't let him know that she was crying.

She went to touch the phone in her pocket, but it was empty, and her heart palpitated. Then, I heard the phone ring outside the door, it was the landline at home. Who will call?

She wiped away her tears, her eyes were still red, and she couldn't go out.

"Xixi, your uncle's call, do you want to answer it?"

It's him?

"No......" his voice was a little hoarse, his voice swallowed all the words in his stomach, and before he could say anything, he heard his grandfather outside: "Give me the phone, I'll listen." ”

Her heart was immediately grabbed, and she rubbed her eyes and pulled the doorknob.

"Hee-hee is fine with me, well, don't worry. "Grandpa is old, his ears are bad, he thinks that others can't hear, and he always talks to people very loudly.

"Well, you've arranged it, Xixi follows you, I'm relieved. ”

After a few more words, I asked my aunt to hang up the phone. She packed herself up, and when she finally came to the living room, her aunt looked at her expression, and it seemed that because of this phone call, it became a little unpleasant.

"I, I'm looking for a phone. "She was a little at a loss.

Xu Han quickly pointed out a clear path for her.

She took her mobile phone, and just as she wanted to go back to the room, her aunt said behind her: "Dad, I think so, Xixi is so old, she should have taken it back a long time ago." Even if you don't take it back, you can't live under the same roof with the youngest son of the Ren family. ”

The meaning of the words is clear. Her heart tightened, and she grabbed her skirt. Xu Han walked over and said with a smile: "Auntie, you all said that Xixi is already old, and there are some things that it is better for her to handle them by herself." Xixi, have you talked about a boyfriend in the past few years?" After speaking, he pulled her to sit down on the sofa and looked at the man standing beside him, his eyes were full of sweetness.

Grandpa was poking the watermelon with a toothpick, and the aunt at home gave him a separate one.

"What do outsiders say about this melon field, besides, Xixi's father is back now......"

"What does this have to do with me?" she sat up from the couch, her voice calm.

One of her father's outstretched hands retracted gloomily, and her aunt stopped her and said, "You child, how can you say that?"

Guangxi looked directly at her and said coldly: "What should I say, it's my own business, and it has nothing to do with others." ”

Xu Han came over and grabbed her: "Xixi, there are so many people, don't say a word, grandpa is still there." ”

Grandpa Xu didn't say a word, looked at the fruit in front of him blankly, and stopped eating it.

Grandpa, her heart softened. "Grandpa, I'm sorry. This family is so big, and you have so many children and grandchildren. Your birthday party, one more me, one less me, it doesn't matter. I shouldn't have been here. She squatted down, put her hand on her grandfather's knee, looked up at him, and said, "I still wish you a long life." ”

As soon as he got together, his hands were grabbed by his grandfather.

The eldest aunt snorted coldly and said, "Dad, look, this is what the youngest son of the Ren family brought out." He turned to Guangxi's father again and said, "Zhiyuan, you don't care about your daughter?"

"You're going to take care of me? You're only going to take care of me now? After all these years, where are you? School, school, parent-teacher conferences, you've been absent. She looked at her father fixedly, and bit her lip fiercely, so as not to, and cried on the spot, "Over the years, only Ren Pingsheng, only he has been good to me, and he cares about me and loves me without any conditions." ”

"Heexi, the two aunts just care about you. You're reacting a little too much. Xu Han has always felt that Guangxi has no temper, no matter how big the loss is, no matter how much suffering he suffers, he is willing to endure it himself, and he is sad and sad behind his back. In her life, she has never seen Guangxi clash with others face to face, let alone contradict her elders.

The faces of several aunts were already ugly.