"Why did you bring me here?"

Mr. Wu's car was parked under a residential building. The house is some years old, 80's style.

The house left by Quiet's father is in this building.

"You'll know when you go up. ”

Wu Junke got out of the car and went around to the quiet side to open the car door for her.

A large demolition letter was written on the fence of the residents on the first floor, which should be demolished soon.

They went up to the sixth floor. Wu Junke opened the door with the key.

Stand quietly at the door, not going inside.

Wu Junke returned from the house and took her hand and went in.

The old house in the 80s basically has no concept of living room in terms of layout, and the entrance is the kitchen. The small two-room house was already considered good back then.

This is a quiet father's unit divided into a house.

The house was renovated after it was sold to relatives.

"Why did you bring me here?" asked Quiet again.

Wu Junke didn't answer, and walked into the room with a quiet hand.

He opened the door to one of the rooms, and there was a table inside. The style of the table is out of place in this room.

Old-fashioned house, the room is small, but this table is so large that it takes up almost half of the area.

On the table, stacks of gifts of different sizes and shapes, wrapped in wrapping paper, are stacked.

looked at Wu Junke quietly and puzzled.

"Here are twenty-seven gifts, from the time you were born to the time I knew you. Wu Junke led Quiet to the table.

"You have dismantled all these gifts, and we will talk about whether we want to be together or not. ”

Wu Junke let go of his quiet hand.

Gifts are marked with numbers to indicate the order in which they are opened.

Quietly take out the No. 1, gently uncover the adhesive of the wrapping paper, and open it along the packaging imprint.

A set of pacifiers and bottles, as well as a bib. A card, with a white background on the card, depicts a baby in swaddling clothes, but he is holding a bottle bigger than himself and drinking milk in his small fleshy hand.

The card was supposed to be all white, and the pictures on it were supposed to be drawn by hand.

Quietly open the card. The words on the card are painted with silver hooks, and Wu Junke's handwriting. There is also a one-inch photo of the baby on the card. He wrote: Quiet, to give you this, not to propose, to let you give me a bunch of children, but the first gift I gave you when you were born. Attached is a photo of me when I was on the full moon.

Quiet put the wrapping paper at the bottom, and then the cards at the top of the gifts, which she placed on the corner of the table.

Open the second gift. A flat pack of things. Slowly tear open the innermost paper bag, which contains some colored rubber bands and hairpins.

Another card, on which is a picture of a little girl, barely tied up with a bunch of pigtails on the top of her head, with a runny nose and a dull expression.

Carri: When I grew up a year old, I should be a yellow-haired girl, with an onion braid, a small hairpin between the bangs on the forehead, and a milky voice begging for an adult to hug me, which should make people love it. In the photo of me when I am two years old, can you also see that I am a handsome guy when I grow up?

The card contains a photo of Wu Junke, wearing a small suit, and holding a tree in a serious manner.

Quietly put them away and lined them up next to the first gift.

The third copy. A pair of shallow children's shoes with a thin horizontal buckle in the middle of the red side and a black cow tendon sole.

The card is in a shoebox, and one side of it depicts a little girl in a white doll dress, wearing a pair of red adult high heels, she is looking down at her feet.

Wu Junke's words are still vigorous and powerful: Please find a place for this pair of little red shoes among your hundreds of pairs of shoes. After all, you're the one who is ahead of fashion. I was three years old, I had a fever on the day it was taken. I can't even remember how I got this picture, but I cried all the day. You say, is it because I was thinking about you that day?

Quiet took the photo and glanced at Wu Junke.

Fourth. A big box with a lot of toys in it, all of which belong to the post-80s era.

Wu Junke wrote: It took some effort to collect it, I don't know what kind of play you like. I don't even let go of robots, so if you don't like them, you can send them to me.

The attached photo is in small print on the next line: Junke is four years old, taking a souvenir on the beach in Hawaii.

In the photo, Wu Junke is wearing a pair of small swimming trunks, a sun hat, squinted eyes, and a robot toy in his hand.

Quietly closed the card, she hadn't looked closely at the drawing on the card just now. The little girl turned sideways with a red face and shyness, and a little boy knelt down on one leg and held the robot aloft.

Quiet smiled, and the smile was brief.

Fifth. Open the gift box with a variety of sugars.

A larger card, Superman is wearing a blue tights, and red panties are still worn outside. White clouds interspersed with his bright red cloak, blooming against the current.

The words on this card are gone, and they are paralyzed with a touch of sadness: You are five years old, and your father is gone. The front seat of the bike was empty, and the little girl in the back seat was sad and broken. Daddy's memories are all sweet, is it because you eat desserts forever and only take one bite, you are looking for that sweetness, but you haven't found it yet? The sweetness of the world is only sweet through Dad's hand to your mouth. From now on I want to give you the sweetest taste.

How I want to travel back in time to when you were five years old, and transform into Superman to get in front of your dad when he was in a car accident. In this way, you are not alone.

Silence choked. Pick up the photo in the card. Wu Junke held a submachine gun toy in his hand and sat on a small plane in the park to shoot it. He looks like a little warrior.

Wu Junke wrapped the silence in his chest from behind. "Don't ask me what my home is, I can't answer you, but I can give it to you. Stop saying you don't have a home unless I'm dead. ”

Silence is captured.

Wu Junke accompanied Quiet to open all the gifts and read the remaining cards and photos.

"Why here?"

"I think your best memories are not in the place where you took pictures, let alone under that big chimney, but here. But because it's sold here, you can't come back. ”

Quietly, I took a good look around.

"I found that distant relative of yours, it just so happens that this area is moving, and they are still negotiating terms with the relocation team, this house is idle, I asked him to borrow it for me first. ”

Quietly, I don't ask how my relatives agreed, it must have been Wu Junke who paid the money.

Wu Junke faced the silence and took her hands. "This place is going to be demolished, leave your pain here, and bury it with this house. Take the beauty of this place in your heart and take it away together. ”

Quiet nodding.

"Among the piles of gifts, there is one more gift at the bottom, you look for it. Wu Junke said with a peach blossom.

Quietly turned around to look for it, and in a flash, this gift couldn't be a ring. Is Wu Junke a marriage proposal?

While looking for it, she was struggling with whether to agree to him in case she really proposed? Just now she was still saying that it was not suitable to be together, but now that she agrees to his proposal, will it be too big a turn?

Quiet found the small portion of the gift, and opened the package with anticipation and hesitation.

A jewelry box, quietly sure is the ring. She turned her head to look at Wu Junke.

Wu Junke put his hands behind his back and motioned for her to open.

Jing Jing didn't know how she would react when she opened the box and saw the ring, but she didn't want Wu Junke to see her expression at that moment, so she turned around again.

Quietly swallowed his saliva and opened the jewelry box. A pair of diamond earrings is not a ring.

Although Jing Jing is not ready to agree to Wu Junke's marriage proposal, the imaginary ring has become an earring, and it is inevitable to be lost. And the style is too casual, and it is not carefully selected at first glance.

"Do you like it?" Wu Junke asked behind him?

"It's ok. "Quiet and deflated.

"Shouldn't you turn around and kiss me after receiving the gift?"

Quiet sighed to herself. She turned away.

This turn, quiet tears flashed brightly.

Wu Junke knelt on one knee and held a diamond ring in his hand, "Please marry me and be my bride." I'm going to use everything I have to make you happy. If your parents have spirits in heaven, ask them to testify and bless me and you to grow old. I'm going to pick up your father's beloved daughter from the back seat of his bike. ”

Quiet knows it's over. She asked silently. "The diamond ring is a few carats, and I don't like the small one. ”

Quiet used a heartless sentence to hide her too joy and excitement.

Wu Junke smiled, took Quiet's hand and brought the ring in, he stood up and gently wiped away Quiet's tears with his hand. "Can't you see?"

Quiet threw herself into Wu Junke's arms, pulled up his open clothes to cover his face, and was shy like a girl. "I can't see. ”

Wu Junke took the gifts on the table back to the car downstairs in several times. Wu Junke went up and down the six-story building several times, panting happily and carrying the opened gifts. Silence in the house.

There are fragmentary memories of my father, but they are all really sweet.

On the way back, there was a quiet dream.

In a dream......

The quiet father sat on the sofa in the old house, looking at the quiet with a smile. "Xiaojing, the big girl, I'm going to get married. ”

Quietly sat beside his father, took his arm and rested his head on his shoulder. "Dad, where have you been, I miss you so much. ”

Father touched her head. "It's Dad who is not good and has made you suffer so many grievances. ”

Quiet cried and shook her head.

Father smiled kindly. "Is he good to you?"

Quietly nodded vigorously. "He's good. ”

"Then your mother and I will be relieved. Father stood up.

"How is my mother?" asked quietly, worriedly.

"She's good, it's just that she doesn't dare to come to see you. Father sighed helplessly.

"Dad, you tell Mom, I don't blame her, I love her. ”

Father touched Quiet's head again. "Xiaojing, I'm leaving. It's good to see you happy. ”

Quiet hurriedly took her father's hand, but she couldn't hold it, she called anxiously. "Dad, why did you come and leave. Can you not go, I miss you so much, the sugar you gave me is so sweet, I can't eat it anymore. ”

With a smile on his father's face, his figure faded away, and no matter how quiet he caught, he couldn't keep him.

Quiet woke up, tears hanging from the corners of his eyes. The car was already parked in the garage, Wu Junke's coat was over her body, and he sat on the side holding her hand.

"Dreaming?"

Silence wiped away tears. "Hmm. ”

"Nightmares? ”

"I dreamed of my dad. Quiet felt that this dream was very real, and she had never dreamed of her father so clearly in so many years.

"Did your dad manifest so soon?"

"My dad told you to treat me well, or he would wake you up to pee every night. ”

Wu Junke pretended to be scared. "My father-in-law is reluctant to do this to me. ”

Wu Junke took the quiet hand and went home. At sunset, they snuggled up in front of the window, quietly looking forward to every day being as beautiful as this time.