Someone suddenly recognized her and exclaimed to the people around her: "Ah, she is the daughter of the Du family." It's been many years since I heard that I went abroad. ”

"Which Du family?"

"Oh, which one else, it's the daughter of Mr. Du who teaches painting in the lane, and other people's families can't produce such a smart girl."

"Ah, yes, yes, I remembered, she went out after the college entrance examination, she originally said that she would go to the capital, and then somehow went abroad, but they are all good places, they are all good places. It's 20, looking at Zhenjun, I don't know if there's an object. ”

"Aha, Lao Li's family, don't think about it, no one in our town can afford to marry such a girl, and the kid from the Du family is okay, but he won't go to the capital."

"Well, yes, it's a pity."

Yunyi's parents are not locals, but they have been here for nearly 30 years, and their neighbors are extremely familiar. His father is a northerner, the only son in the family, and now his father is the only one left, and his mother is from Shuzhong, born in a big family, only Yunyi is a native of Yunyin Town. Xiao Yi didn't know about her parents' generation, she only knew that her mother eloped with her father, and later, until Xiao Yi was born, she slowly reconnected with her grandfather's family.

The parents were waiting at the door, and they saw Yun Yi dragging the box in from a distance, and her mother hurriedly greeted her. "Yiyi," the voice flowed before tears, "you are willing to come back." He took her box and gently hugged Xiao Yi with his other hand. Her mother's voice is still soft, with some local accents, Xiao Yi remembers that when she was a child, she could only sleep by hearing her mother's soft voice every night. It's been a long time since then. couldn't help it, and the tears of "brushing" flowed down, as if he wanted to shed all the grievances of the past four years. I thought I was strong enough, but I found out that I was still a child in front of my parents.

"Alright, it's good to be home. Don't keep shouting on the phone that you've grown up, how can you come back and return the golden beans. Go home, go home"

"Dad, you laugh at me, don't you coax mom soon." In Yun Yi's impression, except for teaching her Chinese painting and calligraphy, her father was more serious than when he taught her Chinese painting and calligraphy, and he was like a friend at other times, and he never spoke out loud to his mother. Because she was influenced by her parents since she was a child, even after fleeing this place in a hurry, Yunyi still believes in love and is still grateful for the beauty of life.

The osmanthus flowers in the front yard are blooming strongly, without a strong fragrance, but faintly lingering around you. The bunches of lilacs on the vines are tempting. Bamboo rattan chairs, cool wells. Everything is still the same as when she left four years ago. Upstairs are three bedrooms, with a study and living room downstairs. Everyone can enter his father's big study, and his elder brother Yunfeng and Xiaoyi often hide in it and take a book to look at for a day. My father had a huge collection of books, and in addition to the two large rows of books in the study, the walls of the small warehouse in the backyard were also full of books.

The father was in front, carrying the box to the room on the second floor, while the mother accompanied Yun Yi to the back and went upstairs slowly. Xiao Yi likes this ancient staircase very much, and the fixed sections of the staircase are still "creaking". When I was a child, my father watched the practice of big characters, and whenever he was lazy, he heard the creaking of the stairs, so he quickly ran back to his seat and picked up the pen again. And those written large characters and transcribed small letters will also be neatly hung on the staircase handles.