"That's to be careful," Xue Zimo said softly.

"No" Gu Xiyan looked up and saw Xue Zimo's chin, with a layer of green stubble, and couldn't help but raise his hand and touch it.

"There are still people in the car" Xue Zimo pressed Gu Xiyan's hand down, "I received the report card, why didn't I see you report to me?"

"I didn't miss the course, I don't think you should be very interested," Gu Xiyan said, and put his hand into Xue Zimo's sleeve.

"I didn't do well in the exam, keep working hard" Xue Zimo is the report card he saw one day a year ago, which was casually thrown in a drawer by Gu Xiyan and placed with a stack of useless materials.

"I said it all, there is still some understanding in reading, besides" Gu Xiyan remembered that when she chose a major, her parents didn't want her to learn Chinese, thinking that the scope was too wide and the professionalism was insufficient, and Qin Kai stood up to support her for the first time.

"What's more," Xue Zimo looked down at Gu Xiyan.

"Besides, it's my own favorite major. Gu Xiyan's voice was more like muttering, and it seemed like something far away.

"It's more in line with your temperament. The corners of Xue Zimo's mouth raised a smile, "What you like, you can always calm down and learn, and you can get the most results." ”

"So at that time, I was not the best, but also the best. So Professor Zhao is still reluctant to see me now" Gu Xiyan's hand poked Xue Zimo's arm, "Where I used to be, I was a treasure."

"Then why don't you hurry up and give your professor a New Year's greeting" Xue Zimo could hear Gu Xiyan's small complaints, "Everywhere is a treasure" Gu Xiyan is nothing in front of Teacher Xia, and the clichéd contradictions can still stump most men.

"Oh, it's a good reminder, I really forgot it, Professor Zhao should hold a grudge" Gu Xiyan said and took out his mobile phone to dial the number.

Xue Zimo replied to all kinds of messages one by one, and when he saw Ling Zhanchi, this guy was getting lazier and lazier, and he didn't even save the phone: Come tomorrow, Ling's mother smiled when she saw you, and called back, "I'm too lazy to call."

"Aren't you all text messages now" Ling Zhanchi said vigorously, "I didn't have time to get together a year ago, so Ming'er simply came to the house, and it saved my mother from running away." ”

"But my parents seem to have other arrangements tomorrow," Xue Zimo remembered what Teacher Xia had said about the friendship of old cadres or something.

"You know, they have just given you carte blanche to represent you. Ling Zhanchi said and still listened to the text message prompts in his mobile phone one after another, "Ming'er will have a good chat when I see you"

"Tell them," said Aunt Ling, sitting on the sofa with a blanket and watching TV;;;;;;;;.

"That's it. Ling Zhanchi stared at an unfamiliar number on his phone, unable to remember who it was.

"I'm really old now, I just like you all to go around to feel good, lively" Aunt Ling patted the sofa and motioned for Ling Zhanchi to come and sit.

"That's necessary, or you can go to City B with me to live for a while after the New Year" Ling Zhanchi sat down beside Aunt Ling.

"I can see it, it's the same everywhere, when you get busy, I'm not alone, here I can still walk around and find an acquaintance, to City B, that's really a person. "Aunt Ling has been feeling more and more lonely lately, and sometimes she dreams in a daze at night, always feeling that the old man is coming to her.

"When the time comes, I must accompany you first, and go to work when I have time. Ling Zhanchi approached Aunt Ling with a flattering smile, and said that the old man was stubborn at all.

"I'm not going to be fooled" Aunt Ling pushed Ling Zhanchi's face out, "You don't have to worry about doing your thing, I'm very good." ”

"Actually, you're not in front of me, I always feel like I don't have the confidence to do things. Ling Zhanchi could only press himself to the weak side, "This is a performance, and the employees can see it." ”

"Don't talk nonsense, Mom knows your filial piety, but you can't take me wherever you go, there are more inconvenient times than convenient times, I don't want to hold back. Aunt Ling said and stood up, "Big deal, send me to a nursing home." ”

"What do you say, even if I run the nursing home, I won't let you live in it. Ling Zhanchi felt uncomfortable again by Aunt Ling's "grunt", "You have to poke me a few times like this, don't you feel distressed, are you your own?"

Aunt Ling looked at Ling Zhanchi silently, thoughtfully, "I'm just a child like you." ”

"Just kidding. ”

"I want to sleep. ”

"Oh, then you go to sleep. ”

Ling Zhanchi looked at Aunt Ling's slightly rickety back, but his heart was very uncomfortable, his unscrupulous jokes undoubtedly touched the old man again, in the face of Aunt Ling, he always felt that she was great, such a difficult day, with him, just survived so hard, it turned out that he always thought that the greatness came from maternal love, until he moved more than ten years ago, he saw Aunt Ling's diary, he knew that he was an orphan

To be precise, that diary records the fragment of Aunt Ling's marriage to his arrival at this house, it may be that his father often travels on business, and Aunt Ling is alone at home a lot, so Aunt Ling's writing is very good with the diary, even if it is a diary, she also writes vividly.

The reason why he looked through it was completely curious, Aunt Ling was describing a husband, and he could see a father in his memory with those smart words, the face that was always smiling, the shoulder on which he used to sit, and the hand that pulled him along the road, so he was nostalgic until he saw the part of his life experience

When he was a child, every time he got into trouble, even if Aunt Ling was very angry, even if he still provoked and said, "You hit me, hit me," Aunt Ling never moved a finger to him; for a while, he rebelled that he must not be their biological child, and he wanted to run away from home, but Aunt Ling never argued; Aunt Ling often said to him later: Zhanchi, we can only rely on ourselves, but we can also do it; for a considerable period of time after my father's death, Aunt Ling almost crossed over, but she wrote a sentence in the diary that had been blank for ten years" I really want to go with you, but I still have Zhanchi."

"When I first saw this child, I knew that he was not only my hope, but also the promise of two other lives."

"Lao Ling said to name this child Zhanchi, I said okay, stretch to a certain extent, and gallop at will"

"I depend on him more than he depends on me, in a sense, he gives me more than I give him"

Ling Zhanchi had only read that diary once, but he still remembered many of the words in it clearly, after Aunt Ling had him, she might not even have time to write a diary, so he became her diary

He once "realized": why do you let me make up my own mind about everything, why you won't stop me from doing anything, why don't you beat me up like other parents, why sometimes I feel like I am like I am not the flesh that fell from you

This thought made him a little alienated from Aunt Ling for a while, he felt that her failure to inform was depriving him of his rights, he secretly found the cemetery of his parents, it was a cemetery, only names, no photos, he bowed and saluted, thinking that he would cry bitterly, but he did it more like a ritual, the source of the bloodline cannot be changed, and the family affection over the years cannot be changed, especially after the death of his father, the life of the two people has become more and more difficult, but it is this difficulty that makes him see Aunt Ling's hardship and dedication, and let him learn from Aunt Ling to struggle and be strong

He felt remorse and apology for his guilt, and with a single thought, he almost ruined a home where the two of them depended on each other, and an impulse hurt Aunt Ling's efforts for more than 20 years

Aunt Ling never mentioned this to him, she raised him completely as her own child, I am afraid that he will not know this for the rest of his life, Aunt Ling feels that Ling Zhanchi does not know at all, Ling Zhanchi treats himself as if he does not know at all, life continues, family affection is still the same, Ling Zhanchi has no mustard from now on, only gratitude

Later, Teacher Xia talked to him for Xue Zixu, so that he realized that he was different from them, and for the first time he saw Teacher Xia's calf protector, for the sake of her two baby bumps, she would not take other people's baby bumps seriously, not to mention that in her eyes, she was not an authentic descendant at all

Teacher Xia can completely ignore what kind of partner is the same thing, and there is no humility of Aunt Ling who is several years older than her, and he has already regarded him as a coveted toad, in fact, the differences in the eyes of others are the same in his opinion, just to not embarrass Aunt Ling, but the Xia family has really helped them a lot, so he chose to avoid suspicion, and he has changed Teacher Xia's peace of mind when he runs away.

Now every time Mr. Xia sees him, he is kind and pleasant, probably he has already thrown this stubble out of the clouds, he is not angry, if it is really a good mandarin duck, he will be unwilling, but he doesn't have that mind at all, and it is precisely because he chose another university that he has the opportunity to start a business

x Now Ling Zhanchi's worry comes from obviously feeling that Aunt Ling's body is not as good as a year, at this time before, if he was at home, she would still pull him to ask this and that, if he said that he didn't eat well outside, she would be busy redoing it for him, but now it is obvious that his spirit is getting worse and worse.

Loneliness is not only the thing that the old man is most afraid of, loneliness can defeat the entire human race, and Aunt Ling has been lonely for decades, probably tired for a long time, if he gets married and has children early, Aunt Ling can at least live in the same house for three generations, it should be happy and happy

But Aunt Ling never forced him, let him choose, let him choose, let him watch the flowers, she believed that fate was destined, she believed that Ling Zhanchi would find her happiness one day, just like she and Lao Ling

Life is a tree of flowers, quiet or warm, or lonely or bright, the days are gradually thickened in the rings of the years, those innocent and joyful, or contemplative souls, in the prosperity and hustle and bustle, are engraved with deep and shallow, thick or faint marks

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(Tianjin)