Tong Yang opened the door, it was still the scene when the accident happened, a mahogany chair was messily tilted sideways next to the TV, as if it was still echoing with demonic screams and tense atmosphere, the kitchen door was wide open, half a glass of milk flowed to the ground, and a few panicked footprints continued from the kitchen to the living room.

The scene was expected, but when he actually faced it, he couldn't help but tremble.

The houses in the old-fashioned neighborhood are warm in winter and cool in summer, exuding a reassuring magic, but they are small and the walls reflected by the lamps are a little moldy. A flower cat was lying quietly at the door, and when she saw Tong Yang coming, she meowed at the top of her throat, and Tong Yang reacted in hindsight and added something to its snack plate.

The flower cat didn't eat it, but just looked at Tong Yang with jewel-like eyes, a little sad and a little pitiful.

After taking some clothes and supplies briefly, and then returning to the hospital, Tong Yang turned around and closed the door, Yan Shuang stood behind him, stirring his fingers.

"In the hospital, who's taking care of it?" Yan Shuang asked softly.

Tong Yang was slightly stunned, his mental condition had calmed down a lot, although his eyes were still blue, but his eyes had returned to their former gentleness, and his dry lips moved, and he explained in a harmonious voice: "My neighbor's uncle and aunt are here." ”

Thankfully, Yan Shuang didn't continue to ask. She nodded obediently, with a slightly apologetic look in her eyes.

Tong Yang touched her head, didn't speak, just continued to walk forward.

A middle-aged woman downstairs riding a squeaky old bicycle, just returned from the vegetable market, carrying a white and fat crucian carp in her hand, sitting in the narrow path of the two buildings to enjoy the shade of the woman wearing a yellow coat, saw an acquaintance carrying crucian carp over, smiled with deep wrinkles.

"It's so early today, and I'm back so soon."

"The newly bought fish is fresh, make crucian carp soup for that kid at noon." The middle-aged woman pushed the cart over, and her eyes fell on Tong Yang, who happened to come out of the building next door, followed by a thin little girl.

The woman's face changed suddenly, she quietly looked away at Tong Yang's gaze, glanced at the woman sitting on the matza, lowered her voice and asked, "Is this the little grandson of Old Lady Qi?" ”

The woman immediately understood, and nodded a little helplessly: "Isn't it, the one named Tong Yang." ”

"Alas, it's really pitiful, I heard that the old lady had a heart attack last night, and she was still lying in the hospital, I don't know what happened now, she is just this grandson, I heard that she is still in college and has no vacation, it seems that she rushed back last night." The woman carrying the crucian carp shook her head and sighed.

The woman sitting on the maza frowned: "That's it, it's better to have a few more children, since Tong Yang was picked up by the old lady, I haven't seen the child's parents, really, I've never seen such a parent, I left the child and didn't see anyone, and now the old man is not good——"

The woman carrying the crucian carp secretly glanced at Tong Yang again, shook her head, and pushed the cart away.

Yan Shuang followed Tong Yang into the car, she got up early, and she didn't dare to close her eyes in the car, smelling the gasoline smell of the bus and suddenly felt nauseous in her stomach, she rubbed the back of her head and leaned on the hard seat.

Tong Yang held a stack of clothes prepared for his grandmother, and Yan Shuang gently put his hand on Tong Yang's hand.

In the hospital, my grandmother was resting in the ward, and too many people were not allowed to visit the patient, Tong Yang glanced through the glass window, turned around and asked Yan Shuang to wait a while, walked in to help the uncle and aunt, a few people said something inside, and the neighbor's uncle went back.

Tong Yang walked out again and saw Yan Shuang obediently sitting on a bench in the hospital corridor waiting for him, holding a hot breakfast in his hand.

"How?"

"It's good, don't worry." Tong Yang sat down beside her, gently holding her fingers holding breakfast, still white and tender to the touch, "I haven't said it, thank you." ”

Yan Shuang wanted to ignore his sensual thanks, she turned her head: "Then you can rest for a while." ”

"Ah, by the way," Tong Yang raised his eyes, "Do you want to contact that side again?" ”

"I brought my mom on the phone and told her not to pick me up from school today." Yan Shuang helped him take out the raw fried and soy milk in the plastic bag, "Don't worry, I told her because of a friend." ”

"Friends?" Tong Yang smiled.

"Well," didn't say it was a boyfriend, Yan Shuang added in her heart, "She's quite surprised, where did I come from - how did I suddenly have such an important friend, you know, I was always alone at school." ”

Tong Yang's tired mind was gently soothed by Yan Shuang, he leaned back on the bench, feeling Yan Shuang's soft breathing and steady heartbeat, he couldn't help but smile: "And then?" ”

"She told us to get along." Yan Shuang told the truth.

Tong Yang smiled, knowing that they would definitely get along well.

After all the experience and calm, the young man's heart became strong and strong, at that time he could not help but lose his mind in fear, but threw himself into the darkness, after all, it was his only relative, if he lost her, he would only be himself for the rest of his life.

But Yan Shuang sat next to him, he heard it, she said you still have me.

That is the most beautiful love story of a teenager.

***

On the day Tong Yang's grandmother was discharged from the hospital, Yan Shuang went home with them.

That was also the first time Yan Shuang really entered his house, neat and soft, ordinary and comfortable, grandma was a kind old lady, watching Yan Shuang's eyes complete a bridge, holding her fingers and unwilling to let go.

Maybe it's been a long time since I've seen Tong Yang go home to pick up friends, so I'm extra enthusiastic. Yan Shuang thought silently in his heart, because in the past, no one liked her who was so speechless, and only for the sake of her parents' face would she greet her with a reluctant smile, and Yan Shuang felt embarrassed by her estrangement and politeness. But not here, there is the breath of life everywhere, accompanied by the chirping of summer cicadas, a distant community, precipitated for many years.

Tong Yang grew up in such a family.

In the living room, there are two huge photo frames, which are stuffed with all kinds of photos, and Yan Shuang stands on the side with great interest, on which Tong Yang was dressed as a red panda when he was a child, Tong Yang's grandfather when he was young, and a family photo when the family went out to play.

The fleshy Tong Yang showed a small face like dough, held in the arms of a warm woman, the tips of the woman's hair were permed with slightly curled wavy curls, and her eyebrows looked like Tong Yang's grandmother, and there was a handsome and tall man standing next to the woman, who looked older than her, and looked at Tong Yang with a loving face.

It should be a happy and warm family of three. Yan Shuang thought.

She also had such gentle years, but later firewood, rice, oil and salt, was replaced by daily quarrels and abuse, when she was in junior high school, her mother left a divorce agreement, took her to remarry, and said goodbye to her biological father.

At that time, she couldn't read her father's eyes when he was leaving, and she still can't read them.

But when she saw this photo, she kind of understood.

Tong Yang's grandmother has never seen his parents until the accident, and she has never heard him mention half a sentence, she doesn't dare to make in-depth conjectures, but vaguely understands that there must be something heavy behind this family.

It's a little ridiculous, so that her father must be a little sad when he knows, and her daughter's understanding of herself is actually because of someone else's family photo.

Yan Shuang suddenly wanted to sigh, feeling that his father's life seemed to be a little unwilling, but it seemed like a doomed ending.

Tong Yang went to the kitchen to help his grandmother prepare dinner, Yan Shuang was embarrassed to sit back and enjoy the success, and also squeezed into the kitchen to volunteer, taking the persimmons in the refrigerator and pouring water to wash, at a glance, he had never worked before, his two hands fluttered in the water, kneading the poor tomatoes, Tong Yang smiled secretly, and was glared back by Yan Shuang.

Lunch is simple and warm, a tomato egg drop soup, a small bowl of fried garlic sprouts, and a plate of pork ribs and beans, garlic sprouts are made by Tong Yang, it looks average, and it tastes average, Yan Shuang thought that this level was not very good, but she still had the heart to laugh at me, but she quickly reacted that her understanding of stir-fry was still only at the stage of putting oil in the pot, and she stopped thinking nonsense and ate obediently.

The flower cat at home was lying lazily under the table, like a scarf wrapped around the leg of the table, and Tong Yang fed it from time to time and gently touched its forehead.

Yan Shuang wondered at that time whether Tong Yang thought of himself as the cat before, so he was so fond of playing hooligans.

After eating, the two of them washed the dishes in the kitchen, grandma was pushed by Tong Yang to go to the room to rest, Yan Shuang's dish soap squeezed one hand, Tong Yang leaned his head over, grabbed her soft fingers, and smiled helplessly: "I see that you haven't worked at home." ”

Yan Shuang ignored him, and glanced at the flower cat lying at his feet, the cat still looked lazy and didn't care about people, as if it was the fairy who saw through the red dust, and watched the countless changes in this family by Tong Yang's side.

"Tong Yang," Yan Shuang looked at the foam on his hand, "you can take me out to play in a while." ”

"Where do you want to go?"

"This is your territory," Yan Shuangwei's voice rose, unconsciously coquettish, "You have to take me." ”

When Tong Yang took Yan Shuang's hand and walked out of the old house, his grandmother hurriedly followed out, handed them two popsicles, and told them to get along well, Yan Shuang obediently took it and nodded and said yes.

Is it that parents always have the same worries, thinking that two children can only get along well together and not quarrel with such a desire.

The streets are hot and humid in the middle of summer, and if you are in school, there must be girls with parasols, high-heeled sandals, and flaming red lips. But the situation in the suburbs is mostly calm, the flower cat at the door is lazily shouting, moving his ears, not letting his guard down, Yan Shuang pointed to the bus stop sign, and asked Tong Yang which place to go.

Tong Yang and Yan Shuang stood on the side of the road, the winding asphalt road was like a long river, and the cars driving on it were elves flying on the surface of the river, and the light spots were hanging in the sky, dancing staggered dance steps in the air.

"Where are we going?" Yan Shuang asked again.

Tong Yang grabbed her wrist and looked into her eyes.

"If this is a river and you come to me in a small boat," he said, "I will take you far, far away, wherever you wish." ”