She hesitated and asked me, "I didn't make a mistake in writing this word, did I?" ”

"Nope."

"That's good, I've been forgetting things lately, and sometimes I don't even remember how to write this Jia character."

I hesitated and asked, "Why are you writing to this person and not sending it?" ”

"I can't even remember his specific name, how can I send it."

My heart was shocked, and she said she couldn't remember her father's name? But Zhou Yu said that when he was a child, he heard her keep muttering her father's name. I heard her say again: "I only remember this Jia character, and I keep telling myself that I can't forget it, and I'm even dreaming about it, so look at how beautiful I write." ”

I asked, "How many people have you met with the surname Jia?" ”

"Two."

"One is me and one is him?"

"It should be."

Out of her room, I walked into the courtyard and saw Zhou Yu standing with his back by a well.

When he heard the commotion, he turned around and looked at me with a clear gaze.

"Why did you bring me here?" I asked softly.

He said, "I wanted to bring you, so I came." ”

That's not the reason, he must have a deeper reason. I changed the question: "Why is she here alone?" ”

"It's not a person, there's Aunt Dong taking care of it."

"Aunt Dong is?"

"It's my grandmother's niece, and the family changed in her early years, and she lived at her grandmother's house very early."

I paused, "What about your grandmother?" "I remember the death of his grandfather, as soon as he entered his freshman year, he rushed back, and when he came back, he lost a lot of weight and his eyes were red.

"The year I graduated."

Wasn't he ...... the year he graduated? After we broke up?

After being depressed for too long, some unwilling words still can't help but come out: "Since your mother cares about this sister so much, why don't you take her out of the country with you?" Maybe foreign medical technology can cure her. ”

"It was my grandmother's last wish." Zhou Yu replied to me, "Grandma said that my aunt will be locked up for the rest of my life, so let's find a quiet place for my aunt, not abroad, not a hospital." ”

"Why wasn't it sent to a nursing home with special supervision?"

"A nursing home is the same as a hospital, and my aunt is scared when she sees people in white. I found a lot of places to find this farmhouse, where there are many elderly people, who can take care of their own lives, do not need to be served, and serve meals every day. Pay a few thousand dollars a month, and you can retire here. If you have the energy, you can get up in the morning and climb the back mountain, if you don't have the energy to climb the mountain, you can visit the vegetable field, and you can also dance the square dance, and my aunt has been fascinated by square dancing recently. ”

This is a good place, if it weren't for my mother now having Wei Wenjun, I would have suggested that she come here to play. But when she retires in the future, she may be able to come with Wei Wenjun.

Thinking of the reason why his aunt was so afraid to go back just now, I couldn't help asking: "Since your aunt has no problem communicating with people, why do you keep her in the house all the time?" ”

But I heard Zhou Yu say: "You were like this before she was?" She used to smash things when she went crazy, and I once had the guts to sneak into her house and almost didn't scare her to death. It was after my grandmother died, she forgot a lot of things, she didn't remember her leaving. ”

Hearing him say that she had forgotten many things, her heart couldn't help but move, "Have you forgotten my father's name?" ”

He looked at me in amazement: "How do you know?" ”

"She showed me some letters just now, only the surname Jia was on them, but the name was not written, and she said she had forgotten."

Zhou Yu nodded, "She hasn't seen those letters to anyone, but she is willing to show them to you today, which shows that your surname makes her feel good." I don't know if there is really a letter or not, and if so, what will it be, but after my grandmother left, my aunt was not so crazy, and she never read your father's name again. ”

He stared at me deeply, "I haven't explored the meaning before, but now I gradually understand that my aunt is learning to forget." ”

Learning to forget? I couldn't help but be surprised: "You mean that she actually looks crazy, but she knows it very well in her heart?" ”

"I don't know, just speculation. Because my grandmother can't let go of my aunt even if she dies, she is afraid that my aunt will be crazy and lonely all her life, and finally when she died, my aunt knelt beside her bed and burst into tears, and when my grandmother went, she also fainted, and woke up like this. ”

I can't help but sigh, what have I experienced to drive myself crazy and dare not face the reality, but when I saw my biological mother still unable to let go of myself until she died, did you figure it out, and was willing to let go of your obsession, so she began to forget?

Is Dad Zhou Yu's Aunt's obsession? I think so.

Dad was indeed at fault back then, but it wasn't Dad who made her crazy.

"Do you think she keeps saying my dad's name because she hates it?"

Zhou Yu said frankly: "I did think so before, but I often came to see her over the years and slowly found that it was not, she would ask me every time if I had seen a person surnamed Jia, and I remembered what he looked like." I asked her who it was, and she couldn't answer, she just said that she was a very important person, and she couldn't remember, she couldn't remember anything, so I had to help her find it. ”

The mood is very complicated, there is a person who thinks about my father in his heart, even if he is crazy and forgets, he still remembers the surname "Jia". Back then, how much did she love her father like this?

Even if I stand in my father's position and don't feel that my father is fully responsible for this matter, I can't judge this woman against my will to be at fault. It is hard to imagine that the feelings in that era of arranged marriages should be subtle and introverted, but she planted that trace of obsession in her heart after a crazy thought.

A heavy rain left us on this farm estate.

God is like a tyrant who is uncertain, and the sun is still in the morning, but it becomes cloudy by noon, and at two or three o'clock in the afternoon it begins to rain heavily.

Zhou Yu asked me if I wanted to go back, and I watched the bean-sized raindrops crash on the ground silently.

He said that if I insisted on going back, it would be okay to drive, at most drive slower.

But it was the highway, and it took four or five hours to get back, so I finally shook my head.

I thought it was going to stop at night, but I didn't expect it to get heavier and heavier and turn into a torrential rain, so I had to spend the night here. But there are only three rooms in total, one for Zhou Yu and his aunt, one for Aunt Dong, and one hut for barely sleeping.

I proposed to go outside to find the boss to open another room to live in, since the farm manor is here, and the model is similar to the hotel, there will always be extra rooms for people to stay. But Zhou Yu looked at the heavy rain outside, shook his head and denied: "The rain is too big, a road is slippery, and no matter how big the umbrella is, you will get wet, you shouldn't catch a cold now, so I'll go out to live." ”

His concerns are not unreasonable, but if I want to live with his aunt and another person who should also be called aunt, will this atmosphere be a little weird?

In the end, Zhou Yu made such a decision, he took the umbrella from Aunt Dong's hand and said to me: "Call me if you have something." He took a deep look at me and strode into the rain, his figure quickly disappearing into the darkness.

My aunt was very happy to see me staying, and after she had finished freshening up, she came and pulled me into her room.

I thought she had something to do, but she took out a pen and paper and gave it to me, "Let's write." She neatly wrote the word "Jia" on the white paper, and then looked up at me, "You write." ”

I silently bowed my head and wrote "Jia", and added a "Ru" at the end.

I heard her say out, "Jia Ru." ”

I pointed to myself and said, "This is my name." ”

My aunt got up suddenly, went to the cabinets and turned over the letters, and spread them out on the table, then looked at me eagerly and asked, "Can you help me deliver the letters?" ”

I was stunned, did she know that the recipient was dead?

In the face of these expectant eyes, he couldn't bear to tell the cruel reality, so he casually found a perfunctory reason: "You don't have the full name of the recipient here, and you don't have an address, I don't know where to send it." ”

My aunt looked lost, and suddenly thought of something, and asked me with bright eyes: "Do you think I have written his name in the letter, and maybe the address is also in it?" ”

I was asked, if the letter was for my father, it would naturally be addressed to my father in the letter. But had she never opened the letter? She had already begun to open the letter, but the first envelope was empty, and the second was empty, and she couldn't help but become dazed and anxious: "Why is there no letter?" What about faith? ”

It was only then that I suddenly realized that there was a problem with the nerves of the person in front of me, and that once the emotional ups and downs were too great, it was very likely to get out of control, and I had to control it before I lost control. Reach over and hold her down, "I'll help you find it." ”

After staring at each other for a while, she finally said, "Okay, your surname is Jia, I believe you." ”

After touching a few empty envelopes in succession, I couldn't help but beat the drum in my heart, maybe she hadn't written a letter at all. But as soon as I thought about it, I felt a thick envelope, and I couldn't help but have a slap in my hand, and I opened it and pulled out the paper from it. Auntie suddenly smiled, "You're still amazing, you can find it as soon as you look for it, open it and help me find it." ”

I had to open the letter and read the love letters that other women had written to their fathers...... It's weird in my heart.