The dinner ended quickly, and as soon as seven o'clock in the evening arrived, the brothers and sisters who had taken the benefits began to say goodbye to each other. Those who have a car drive away, those who don't have a car rub the car and go, and Ling is neither, so he took the suitcase directly from Qiao Jingyun's car and prepared to take the bus alone.

Qiao Jingyun was still in a hurry to go to Nanjing Airport, and didn't have time to send her back, but before leaving, he transferred the jade feather tube to her, and said meaningfully: "Heling, the wedding line is not suitable for you." After the year, consider it and change industries. ”

LP borrowed the wedding company as a shell, so Heling has always claimed to be doing weddings. People who are familiar with her feel that it is overkill, Qiao Jingyun is not the first to think so, but the first to give her advice.

Sometimes, a childhood sweetheart with pure feelings is better than three or four girlfriends who have fun together. But if it is a childhood sweetheart whose feelings are not pure, He Ling is carrying a suitcase and looking at Lian Kaifeng and Guo Yue who are laughing in the middle of the hall at the foot of the eaves, and he is infinitely disappointed.

Where there are no lights, it's pitch black and cold. Kazuzu wrapped half of her face in a scarf, and walked quietly to the gate with her suitcase alone.

On the main road where cars come and go, the high beams of the unsuccessful zhì pierce her eyes like a cold wind, forcing her to even see the road clearly. The moment the bus stopped in front of her, a tear dripped down the contours of Guanghua's face and fell to a place she didn't know.

There is a convenient tourist line from Yangzhou State Guest House to Dongguan Gudu, and you can take 20 minutes by bus to transfer from the gorgeous retro welcome hotel to Dongguan Ancient Street, which is full of antique snacks. Before He Ling went to Suzhou, he lived on the edge of this ancient street.

Locals who don't envy those who live on Dongguan Street have such a single room, or have a shop, and there is nothing to set up a stall on weekdays is enough for all expenses. Those who live on this street will either choose a place to live in their ancestors, or the older generation will invest. Kazuzu belongs to the latter, her mother died early, but everything is prepared for her.

Looking at this house now are Uncle Gan and his wife Li Yunhua, who were adopted by their grandfather, and when Heling was away, the couple took care of the whole family. Ventilation and dusting, drying radishes, dried old pickles, and sending some coarse grains to her Shanghai apartment every once in a while. The life of the elderly is monotonous, but it is also pleasant.

He knocked on the gate outside the courtyard and heard her name being called by someone in the inner room.

"And Suzu are here?"

Kazuzu answered outside the door, almost holding back a whimper.

She doesn't have many valuable relatives in her heart, not counting her father, not to mention her father's relatives with horizontal noses and vertical eyes. Looking at the whole Yangzhou, only Uncle Gan and Aunt Li are her relatives in her heart. When she was a child, she was beaten and scolded by Qin Xue, and only Uncle Gan and Aunt Li took the mop to vent her anger for her. When she was a child, she was scolded by her father and ran away from home, and only Uncle Gan and Aunt Li went out to look for her in the cold winter.

I'm going to be abused into scum outside.,And Ling thought for a long time.,Only to return to this home that hasn't been back for many years.。 Usually when she came to this house, she only came back to give her mother a good meal, ate a meal and left in a hurry. I don't know what's going on now, probably because I have too much sadness in my heart, and I want to come back and live for a while.

Aunt Li was wrapped in a purple eggplant-colored down jacket, and while taking her suitcase, she spit hot air and said, "The pot still gives you warm milk, I'll bring you the room." ”

He Ling sniffed, his eyes were red for fear of being seen by Aunt Li, so he rushed directly to his room without replying: "Don't drink it, I'm too sleepy." ”

Aunt Li walked behind her buttocks, dusting the dust on her pants with her hands as she walked, "Take a sip of the milk, your uncle specially went to the cattle farm to get the milk." ”

Kazuzu's stomach was full of alcohol, and she pouted and shook her head, not wanting to drink anymore. Seeing this, Aunt Li could only nod, turned around and turned on the water heater in the bathroom for her, looking for sandals, as well as the pajamas and towels she had stored here.

While Aunt Li was busy, He Ling opened her suitcase, took out a few bags of bird's nest and skin care products and put them on the table in the living room outside, and went back to get a change of clothes.

Aunt Li scolded her a few words when she saw something, and after scolding, she stuffed the bird's nest and these things back into her luggage, reminding her: "I heard that your grandmother will celebrate her 80th birthday next week, and it is best to give her these things." ”

He Ling frowned when she heard the word grandma and waved her hand.

Aunt Li knew that her heart was difficult to open, but she was anxious for her: "Heling, after a girl gets married, she has to rely on her mother's family." is like the girl from the old Fan family next door, no one took the child to her in-law's family after she was born, and in the end, her own mother took it without saying a word. ”

He Ling corrected: "Aunt Li, you also know that her own mother went over to help." ”

Aunt Li sighed and tried to continue brainwashing: "You don't care about these virtual ones, what about the real ones?" Your father's steel pipe factory is getting bigger and bigger, and this year he also formed a chamber of commerce, which is held by many people in Yangzhou. How can the money in his account also have your share, why should it all be left for Qin Xue and her fat-headed son to squander? ”

He Ling bit the hair rope in his mouth, grabbed his hair into a single braid with both hands, and said indifferently: "Who cares about his broken money." The food is my mother's, and the branches I climb belong to my mother's, hum, I am not rare to rely on the money earned by women. ”

The knot in the heart is too deep, and it is useless to say too much,

Aunt Li packed up her things for her before she was reluctant to leave.

He Ling was puzzled: "You left me to sleep at home alone?" What about Uncle Gan? ”

Aunt Li looked at the old-fashioned bronze bell in the living room, hurriedly changed her shoes, and explained while changing: "Don't I have a godson Qianghui, I have a wedding tomorrow, and the new house is unguarded, and you Uncle Gan and I are going to sleep there tonight." ”

And this custom and Ling reluctantly said: "Then when will you come back tomorrow?" ”

"I have to finish lunch, I have to pick up my relatives tomorrow. Go to bed early after taking a shower, and go to the kitchen to eat some dumplings when you're hungry. Aunt Li locked the unclosed doors and windows again, and instructed her: "Hey, Qianghui is only one year older than you, and everyone is married." You, too, have to hold on. ”

Kazuzu sighed helplessly, and habitually turned on the old TV in the living room and turned up the sound to the maximum. The old houses on Dongguan Street are beautiful on the outside, with a sense of vicissitudes of history, like a dragon winding on the stone street. A simple toilet is made of blue-gray bricks and tiles, revealing a strong folk atmosphere of the late Qing Dynasty. But inside, the old houses on Dongguan Street are not as spacious and bright as the Beijing courtyard houses, they are all one house after another, and the tall ones have to bend down to enter the door. Moreover, the alley is connected to the alley, and only people and electric bicycles can walk through it, and four wheels cannot enter.

At the beginning, Heling's mother bought this house because she liked the atmosphere of the old street, who would have thought that after many years, this place would become Heling's only thought to her. A room full of old-fashioned furniture, an old-fashioned TV, a black-box radio, a rusty but sturdy electric fan, and even the water bottle is a small stainless steel water bottle with mandarin ducks painted on it.

Half-lying on the sofa with a white gauze as a cover, Kazuzu's eyes couldn't help but turn red again. Even if I live comfortably in someone else's house, I always think about this home with traces of my mother in my heart.

After taking a shower, he sat on the sofa and watched TV for a while, and was so sleepy that his tears were about to come out before he was ready to sleep. Because he was afraid of the dark when he slept alone, he left the incandescent lamp in the yard and turned off the lights in the room and living room, so he closed the door and went to bed.

Yangzhou public security has always been a model in the province and even in the country, and the local police have always adopted preventive inspections, and passers-by who do not look like good people on the street will come forward to check. Check where the person came from, why did he come and who came with him, and if he couldn't answer or answered with a worried expression, he either checked his ID card to see if he had a criminal record, or took someone back to the office to drink tea. Like Dongguan Street, cameras are installed every two meters, not to mention burglary, and electric bicycles can instantly distinguish the responsibilities of both parties for the citizens. So even if she sleeps alone with Suzu, she is not afraid that the thief will enter the house, and even her own door will be hidden.

What's more, the pillow towel exudes a faint fragrance, which is the most nostalgic and reassuring taste before she falls asleep.

However, while she was sleeping soundly, the gate of the courtyard was opened. With a "squeak", accompanied by the moonlight, a tall and thin figure walked into the courtyard, pulling a long shadow on the stone floor.

When he entered someone else's house late at night, he didn't have a quiet consciousness, and he was still using his mobile phone to make a call: "I got the key from under the milk crate, well, okay, Uncle Gan, you should rest early." ”

He looked up at the bright incandescent lamps in the courtyard, and saw the glass window in the master bedroom under the light, as if to let the light into the inner room, and the curtains on the side of the glass window were not closed.

He was stunned, and stood under the bright wait, looking through the thick glass of the window, at the person under the layers of quilts on the bed in the back room, the person who should have been waiting for him to go with him.

The one who hid from him for more than a year.

Kazuzu fell asleep in a daze, I don't know if she dreamed of the creak of the door opening, or if she did hear the sound, she rubbed her eyes to verify it, but she didn't bother to open her eyes.

This laziness has made her indulge in many things. Suddenly, like a rainstorm hitting a plantain, she felt like she was being held down by something, and there was not even a gap to breathe.

She opened her eyes in astonishment, and in the faint light that penetrated through the glass window, she saw a cold and stunning face like an ice sculpture, with the chill of the heavy snow, straight to her neck. It was so cold that her mind was blank, and her eyes were blank.

The shock of seeing the face made her unable to tell whether she was in a dream or in reality, and she watched in amazement as the face moved from her neck to her face, her eyes, and even her ears, with the humidity of the morning mist, and the continuation of the clear drizzle.

Then, a cold hand covered her chest, and with great force and neatness, he pulled the quilt she was covering out from between the two of them. The heat of the original body disappeared in a breath, and the body that was originally pressed on her body had no barrier with her suddenly godless at this moment.

Her eyes widened, and she pulled out her little hand and was just about to push away the weight on her body, when she heard a man's voice in her ears that she couldn't refuse since she was a child: "Good, open your legs." ”

The always gentle and dignified voice only implied hoarseness at the moment.