In the cold drink shop next to Xinhua Bookstore, Chen Wenhui watched Chen Xiaoyu concentrate on eating ice cream.

"Another box." She ate all the boxes, stuck out her tongue and licked the corners of her mouth, unsatisfied.

That's when she was like a child.

The ice cream is so delicious, two cents a box, mellow milky, silky in the mouth, compared to Häagen-Dazs for 50 yuan a single ball, it is even better.

"I can't eat anymore, your illness is just right, and if you eat it again, your stomach hurts, and my mother will scold me." Chen Wenhui shook his head, "Don't say it when you go home." ”

"Forget it." Chen Xiaoyu obediently gave up, thought for a while, and asked, "Little uncle, how could I get such a strict illness this time?" I actually fell asleep for several days. ”

"You don't remember it yourself?" Chen Wenhui frowned and asked strangely.

Chen Xiaoyu shook her head and said honestly, "I don't remember." ”

"How can you not remember? That night, the eldest brother hurriedly sent you back, saying that your mother was sick and hospitalized, and you had no one to take care of you, and you stayed here for some days, who knew that when you went to bed at night, you would have a high fever, and you would talk nonsense, which scared your mother to death, and my mother and I sent you to the children's hospital in the middle of the night to see an emergency, and hung water until dawn. "Chen Wenhui thought about that night, Chen Xiaoyu had a high fever and burned his whole body like a soldering iron, and he felt hot in his arms."

"Oh, so what did the doctor say I had to do with a fever?" Chen Xiaoyu asked.

"Hey, the attitude of the children's hospital is really bad, the doctor on duty opened a list, and took blood and checked this and that, but nothing was found, and finally said that it was an infection, and it was penicillin. The next day it was still burning, and my mother invited the Deng family's wife to come over, and she prescribed two pairs of Chinese medicine, and after eating, her body temperature went down, but people were the same as night owls. Chen Wenhui shook his head with a sigh.

"How can you be like a night owl?" Chen Xiaoyu asked.

"I fell asleep during the day, cried at night, and tossed my mother to death." Chen Wenhui scratched her nose, "You are sick enough to grind people." ”

Chen Xiaoyu lowered her head in shame.

Chen Wenhui doesn't look like he is lying, he was sent back by his father in a hurry, but what happened before he was sent back?

Why did my mother be hospitalized, in 1980, what happened in her memory, why is it so vague?

And that fire, was it a nightmare she had, or did it really happen?

The heart on the top of his head began to throb again, Chen Xiaoyu inhaled, and let out an "oops".

"What's wrong?" Chen Wenhui asked with concern.

"Nothing." Chen Xiaoyu hurriedly turned her mind away, "Little Uncle, why is Uncle Xiao very unhappy today?" ”

"Alas-" Chen Wenhui sighed, boredly picked up the match on the table, and lightly swiped one.

Orange-red flames rose from his slender fingertips, transforming into a small spark, and in an instant, reduced to ashes.

"I've bought all the books, why are you sighing?" Chen Xiaoyu glanced at his melancholy eyes, and understood a little in his heart.

The old man Goethe said, "Which girl is not pregnant with spring, which teenager is not affectionate", even if he is called a little uncle, he is also a troubled teenager.

"Don't ask about adults and children."

Chen Wenhui took out a pack of cigarettes from his pants pocket, took out one and put it in his mouth, and groped for matches with his other hand on the round table, but he didn't find it for a while, and when he raised his eyes, the match had been grabbed by Xiaoyu in his hand.

"Children, don't play with fire. Bring. ”

"Don't give unless you sue me why I'm upset." Chen Xiaoyu was half-kneeling on a stool, holding a matchbox high in his hand.

"I'm not upset, hurry up, give it to me." Chen Wenhui stretched out his arm to grab it.

"You dare to rob me and go home and sue grandparents for smoking outside." Chen Xiaoyu pursed her mouth and threatened.

"Okay, I'm not going to smoke it, okay." Chen Wenhui took the cigarette from his mouth and put it back in the cigarette case, "I'm afraid of you." ”

After thinking about it, "Don't tell anyone about today's incident." ”

"I know, I won't say it." Xiaoyu "But, why did he mention Deng Hongmei all the time, just like that, does Deng Hongmei have a grudge against him?" ”

"No, it's not." Chen Wenhui lowered his head, lay on the table, closed his eyes, and Deng Hongmei's slender figure appeared in front of him. After being silent for a while, he said, "When I was in school before, Brother Xiao and Sister Hongmei had a good time. Later they separated. ”

Chen Xiaoyu nodded, I see.

"What do you know as a child, don't worry about adult affairs." Wen Hui glanced at her impatiently and crumpled the empty box on the table.

He was upset. In the past few days, I have been fidgeting as if I was being caught by a cat, and I feel that I have no place to use my strength, and then I feel that I have a lot to say, but I don't know who to say or where to start.

One moment I feel sorry for myself, I feel so inferior that I want to find a place to bury myself, and the next moment I feel that I am full of strength, I want to fight, I want to beat people.

"Then you helped Deng Hongmei buy books, how did he know?" Xiaoyu asked again.

"The day before yesterday, I went to Xinhua Bookstore to find Brother Xiao to buy books, and it happened that Sister Hongmei was also queuing, and I chatted a few words when I saw it, there were too many people that day, and Sister Hongmei didn't buy it for a long time." Chen Wenhui said.

He suddenly felt that it was good to talk to Xiaoyu, anyway, she was still a child who had not yet opened her mind, she wouldn't think too much, let alone understand the secret thoughts in her heart, and her messy thoughts just needed to be sorted out.

"You said you could buy it, didn't you?" Xiaoyu's bright eyes looked at him.

"Well, I don't think she's alone and there's no one to help, it's quite pitiful." Chen Wenhui said.

"Pathetic?" Xiaoyu repeated softly in her heart, it is quite pitiful, it has been acted in previous novels and movies, educated young people are forced to have married and have children in order to live, and later with the changes of the times, divorced and returned to the city, where can the grievances be explained.

Then Brother Xiao is right, Chen Wenhui, you have to mention Deng Hongmei less.

Those pink thoughts need someone to pour a basin of cold water on their heads.

Xiaoyu picked up the brown paper bag on the table, took out a copy from it, opened the first page, pointed it to him, and read softly, "Happy families are all similar, and unhappy families have their own misfortunes. ”

Chen Wenhui was stunned when he heard this.

Bowed his head and flipped through the book "Anna Karenina", was silent for a while, and nodded, "I shouldn't care so much, but I feel aggrieved when I see such an unfair thing." ”

"Then Brother Xiao is Deng Hongmei's ex-boyfriend, you don't have to worry about other people's affairs."

"I didn't bother about it." Chen Wenhui glanced at her.

"It's good that you don't have to worry about it. Aren't you going to study, when you go to college, it will definitely be different from now. At that time, there will definitely be beautiful aunts who like you. ”

"People are small and ghosts are big." Chen Wenhui blushed slightly, reached out and flicked her head.

My little niece and nephew saw through my thoughts, and I was a little embarrassed, but my heart was much more comfortable, like a mess in my head, which was straightened out with my little hands. In any case, Deng Hongmei's matter is something she must solve and face by herself, so she will be a spectator from afar.

"What a beautiful aunt, our family Xiaoyu is the most beautiful, look at Brother Xiao today, he looks at you differently, and gives you books, I have never seen him do this to people. I think back then, he was also a powerful figure, but now he has become like this. Hmph, philistine. ”

Xiaoyu listened to her words and sneered

"What are you laughing at?"

"I laughed at you and said that the philistine had a good impression of me, so what am I?"

Chen Wenhui scratched his hair when he heard this, and also smiled.

The setting sun outside the glass window dyes the silent streets gold.

Chen Xiaoyu puffed out his cheeks for a while, and blew the straw for a while, and the water droplets in the glass surged up and down, sparkling and shining.