Outside the wooden lattice window outside the porch, the moonlight dissolves. (BGM - "Greasy Taste" Kim Minqi)

Cheng Xiaoyu, who was standing in the cool moonlight, was no longer the introverted and shy little fat man he used to be, he was back here, his shirt was ironed, and he was bright and decent.

This light brown wooden door is full of traces of time, like uncountable annual rings, for Cheng Xiaoyu there is an indescribable past, he has dreamed countless times, pushing open this door, he can see Cheng Qiuci looking back at him and saying, "It's back...... Let's go to practice the piano first, and the meal will be ready immediately. ”

But he had no stairway to heaven, and could only sit sadly in an empty room.

Cheng Xiaoyu twisted the key and pushed open the door, and at the moment of this action, all kinds of blocked memories came one after another, like a slideshow, and began to play frame by frame in his mind.

This door is not only the door for a wanderer who has been wandering for a long time to return home, but also a door for a once cowardly child to the past.

How many times he climbed the stairs, he could see the dim and warm light through the cracks in the empty door, although it was a narrow room, it was the warmest embrace, and now that the lights were out, and the embrace was cool, he had found another home.

But here, always, always, is also his home, if there is no memory of this place, then he is not Cheng Xiaoyu, he can't play the piano, he won't be gentle, he won't be restrained and polite, he won't meet Su Yuxi, and he won't have more memories of a different time and space.....

Cheng Xiaoyu took a careful breath, pushed open the door, recalled a little, and then reached to the right side and turned on the light in the room, the room should be cleaned often without a trace of dust and no stale atmosphere, as if the people who lived here had never left.

Everything was exactly as I remembered, the old black Yamaha upright piano was quietly sitting under the window, the window was open, the wind was coming in from outside, and the blue tablecloth covering the piano was slightly undulating, and rubbing against the wall made a slight noise.

A gray leather sofa sits on one side of the house, facing an antique television with a quartz clock still ticking above it, a green refrigerator in one corner of the house that was once full of food and should be empty now, two cups on the sink, one with a pink toothbrush and the other with a blue toothbrush, a teapot and pan on the gas stove, where you can see sparrows singing in chorus on the wires stretching out in the air.

There is also a mother's signboard that should be placed on the top of the bookcase, but now that it is gone, it was brought back to Shanghai by Cheng Xiaoyu, and she is also gone, and she went to heaven.

Cheng Xiaoyu turned his head and saw the mirror hanging next to the bookcase, the self in the mirror seemed to be still when he was a child, but his mother was ten years old when she stood behind.

He closed his eyes and stopped the dizziness so that the tears could pour back into the tear ducts.

He didn't cry at his mother's funeral, because his mother couldn't be unruly before teaching others, and he couldn't cry as a man, and he couldn't forgive his mother's irresponsible behavior.

Now I can empathize with my mother's pain, but I can't make her happier anymore.

Cheng Xiaoyu was in a trance, tightly wrapped in a warm embrace, Xu Qinning whispered in Cheng Xiaoyu's ear: "When we were children, we always wanted to grow up quickly, because this world is so exciting! There are so many fun things outside, there are shops full of colorful sweets, playgrounds full of laughter, and friends who can talk about the world....... We always dreamed of leaving the warm embrace of our parents, and we thought it was a cage at the time...... When one day, our parents leave us, so we can understand what they mean to us, it is the light that shines in the dark, the rope to climb the peak, the eaves to shelter from the wind and rain, and our last fence....."

Xu Qinning stroked Cheng Xiaoyu's cheek and said gently: "On the day my mother was buried, the priest presided over Mass in front of my mother's tomb. I listened to him preach and he said that people never lose their parents, and even after they die, they are still with you. Those who have affection for you and give you all their love so that you may live for them will live forever in your hearts and will not disappear. ”

Her voice was like a choir child in a church soothing earthly souls.

At this time, Cheng Xiaoyu realized how many times we have hurt our parents for the reason of being young and ignorant, and then leaving these things behind when we become adults, maybe these may be trivial things, which are deliberately ignored by us, making us think that the love of our parents is a common thing.

But one day, you will see your remorse in their wrinkled faces, and you will suddenly realize that you can turn a deaf ear to such a great love, and even hold a grudge.

Cheng Xiaoyu turned around and saw Xu Qinning's bright smile, her smile was enough to brighten up the most gloomy weather in winter - just like in that kind of rainy and rainy, you are soaking wet, walking in the empty wasteland, there is nothing sheltered around, and suddenly you see a small wooden house with lights burning.

Xu Qinning stood on tiptoe slightly, and kissed the crystal teardrop in the corner of Cheng Xiaoyu's eyes, warming Cheng Xiaoyu's somewhat cold eyes.

Then she whispered in Cheng Xiaoyu's ear: "I want to have a child......"

Cheng Xiaoyu smiled with tears in the corners of his eyes: "You have said it many times today.....

Xu Qinning said softly: "Let me tell you, I even have a good look at the stroller, the crib, the diapers, and the clothes worn by the children..... If we live in Shanghai, we have to build an amusement park for them at home, not too big, not too small, do you say we want to raise a dog? It seems to say that let the baby grow up with the dog, can cultivate her love and sense of responsibility..... If you give birth to a boy, you will be called Cheng Muning, and if you give birth to a girl, you will be called Cheng Muqin......."

Cheng Xiaoyu said: "Don't you give birth to two?"

Xu Qinning said: "Of course you have to have a few more!"

Cheng Xiaoyu said: "Then your name is not enough....."

Xu Qinning blinked her eyes and said, "Stupid, there is still Xiaoxi's name that can be used......"

Cheng Xiaoyu's heart trembled slightly, and she turned her head to look at the bookcase, which was full of piano scores, as well as some books that her mother bought.

Cheng Xiaoyu turned to say: "I have to move all these things...."

Xu Qinning said: "It's better to buy this building." ”

Cheng Xiaoyu shook his head and said: "Even if you buy it, it will be difficult to come back and take a look, so it is better to take it .....all away."

Xu Qinning said: "Then whatever you want..... Why don't we sleep here today?"

Cheng Xiaoyu said: "But my bed is very small.....

Xu Qinning said: "The bed is just right, you hold me to sleep ....."

Cheng Xiaoyu whispered in Xu Qinning's ear again: "Also, the sound insulation here is not good, I remember that the O'Connor couple downstairs can hear it clearly.....

Xu Qinning pinched Cheng Xiaoyu's waist and said, "Don't worry! No one lives on the second floor now! Mrs. Teresa's ears don't look very good..."

Cheng Xiaoyu was a little surprised and said, "How do you know that no one lives on the second floor?"

Xu Qinning chuckled and said, "Didn't you see the sign for rent on the second floor just now!"

Cheng Xiaoyu said: "If you must live here, then I will ask Brother Meng to buy bed sheets and quilt covers..."

Xu Qinning nodded and said, "If there is anything to live in the hotel, just live here! I want to live in the place where you once lived, this is where the famous Cheng Xiaoyu once lived.....

Cheng Xiaoyu called Meng Guozhen and asked him to prepare things, so he took Xu Qinning to his room, the room was very small, not as big as the bathroom of Xu Qinning's house, there was nothing except a small wardrobe and a desk, there was a portrait of Chopin hanging at the head of the bed, he smiled at Xu Qinning and said: "Don't be too small....."

Xu Qinning took Cheng Xiaoyu's arm and said, "I'm not as delicate as you think, even if I can only live here in the future, it doesn't matter, as long as you and Xiaoxi are here....."

When Meng Guozhen sent over the large bags of things, the two of them changed the bed together, and then turned off the lights, and the cramped room fell into darkness, and the quiet, cold air was only the sound of Suo Suo undressing.

When Cheng Xiaoyu lay down on the quilt, he felt a burning soft body, he stretched out his hand over Xu Qinning's slender neck to wrap around her smooth shoulders, hugged her into his arms, and then the two of them were tightly together, but they couldn't fit tightly.

Then there is the endless kiss, like raindrops hitting the night like a peaceful lake, rippling long ripples.....

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The next day, the Lantern Festival.

When Cheng Xiaoyu woke up, it was already dawn, and Xu Qinning beside him was no longer in bed, Cheng Xiaoyu wanted to find clothes, but the shirt that was thrown on the small chair last night was only pants.....

When he saw that Xu Qinning's clothes were still there, he knew that his shirt was worn by Xu Qinning, so he just put on a vest and stepped on slippers, and came to the living room, where the sunlight was spilling down from the white window lattice, and Xu Qinning was standing in the mottled light and shadow, like a perfect human sculpture.

The slender and white legs are glowing with a dizzying luster, the hem of the shirt blown by the breeze is gently flying, the purple panties are looming, the buttons of the shirt are not fully buttoned, and a piece of white and greasy skin is like a thousand mountains and twilight snow in the sun....

Hearing Cheng Xiaoyu's footsteps, Xu Qinning turned around and said, "Get up, I was just about to call you!"

Cheng Xiaoyu looked at the breakfast on the table and said, "I thought I should get up to help you make breakfast!"

Xu Qinning said: "I was fortunate to have suffered you last night, so I specially rewarded you today..."

Cheng Xiaoyu walked to the dining table, a table of authentic American breakfast, omelets, hash browns, scrambled eggs sprinkled with crushed cheese, fried bacon, German sausage...... Cheng Xiaoyu pulled out a chair and sat down and said, "It's really embarrassing for you to pose for a long time, and you have to ask someone to buy breakfast and come over....."

Xu Qinning crossed his waist and said: "It's hard to dismantle people! Although I can't be a good wife and mother, I can pretend!"

Cheng Xiaoyu picked up the white porcelain plate and said, "Who said you can't do it? You have broadened the definition of a good wife and mother..... From now on, there will be a model of a good wife and mother of the Xu family....."

Xu Qinning walked behind Cheng Xiaoyu, put her arms around his neck and said, "No! it should be Cheng Xu's ......."

The two of them were tired for a while, you feed me, I feed you After breakfast, the two cleaned up the room again, Cheng Xiaoyu got dressed and went downstairs to tell Mrs. Teresa that she wanted to move some things, and Mrs. Teresa naturally agreed very happily.

Cheng Xiaoyu gave Mrs. Teresa a large sum of money, after all, although this old grandmother did not take special care of them, she did not treat them badly or bully.

Then Cheng Xiaoyu asked Meng Guozhen to call someone from the moving company, unload the dresser, bookcase, and piano, and transport them directly to the villa in Los Angeles, as for other things, it is not so important, Cheng Xiaoyu did not say that he wanted to move away, and he did not want to reproduce a former "home" at home.

Later, because of Zhuang Mengxian's urging, Cheng Xiaoyu rushed to attend the "Chinese and World Seminar", and left Meng Guozhen at No. 176 Constance Street, telling him to be careful about his priceless piano, and left his home with Xu Qinning that he had been absent from for many years.....

(It is expected that "The Void of Fate" will be written to nine or ten)