Although the original intention was very resistant, after contacting the hotel, I found that no matter the distance and the environment, the rooms that could stay tonight were fully booked. It was impossible for Huo Yizhou to sleep on the streets, Song Shinuo was silent for a long time, compromised, and led him to the house where Ye He once lived.

The entrance of the alley stretches to the depths, paved with stone slabs, which are covered with moss because they are in a damp state because of the perennial sun. The surrounding buildings all show traces of time, wooden doors, wooden windows, and each house is a similar courtyard house, which is simple and simple.

Ye He's family and Song Shinuo's family are not far apart. Song Shinuo nodded, took out the key from under the flower pot with a light car, and pushed the door open: "Be careful under your feet, there are stone steps." ”

There are no plants in the pots, and the soil is cracked, which is enough to prove that no one has lived here for a long time. There was very little furniture in the house, let alone anything of value, and it looked empty at first glance, but everywhere was carefully covered with a dust cloth, neat and clean.

Song Shinuo pointed to a few rooms to introduce the use, the introduction was practical and concise, and he moved new sheets and quilt covers from his own house to lay them out, emphasizing the key points in his words: "Don't mess around here." ”

Huo Yizhou leaned against the door, looked at her quiet side face, looked at her cleaning inside and out and gave serious instructions, felt angry and funny, raised his hands and made a gesture of surrender: "Okay, please rest assured." I'll do it myself, and I promise not to touch any furnishings, is that okay? ”

"Whose house does this belong to? You seem to care. ”

"A friend's." Song Shinuo's words were ominous, and his tone was very light, "He should ...... Not coming back for a while. ”

The large range of activity is on the first floor, except for the shadowy corner where there is no light, and there is a dusty staircase leading to the attic. Looking up, you can faintly see the eaves of the door, and the copper lock is tightly hung on the doorknob. Song Shinuo's gaze swept there, quickly moved away, and emphasized to Huo Yizhou before leaving:

"It's very dirty and messy upstairs, you must not go up."

......

Waan Lane is cool and humid, and the climate is completely different from that of Kyoto. Huo Yizhou couldn't fully adapt for a while, blowing the night breeze through the cracks in the window, and he didn't sleep well. Soon the night was over, the morning dawned, and the fog had just cleared outside. At half past six in the morning, the hawkers' shouts came from the alley on time, and the families were bustling in and out.

After Huo Yizhou finished washing, he followed his memory to find Song Shinuo's house. Seeing that the wooden door was closed, he didn't rush forward to disturb, he bit a tobacco and waited at the entrance of the alley, and it didn't take long for the little girl who came back from buying breakfast. Song Shinuo carried the roasted wheat soy milk, his black hair was draped over his shoulders, and handed him the things: "Isn't it cold?" ”

The temperature in the early morning in City A is low, and there is no feeling of early autumn at all, and the wind in the alley is quite cool. Huo Yizhou was wearing a shirt and trousers, and compared to the sweater she was wearing, it looked thin: "Well, it's so cold." "Dulicitous, even if he is not cold, he deliberately behaves, and he is very good at seizing the opportunity to sell pitiful.

Huo Yizhou's throat rolled, and the unlit tobacco was put into his pocket: "Seeing that I endure the cold, for the sake of saying good morning to you, what are the arrangements for today?" ”

"The guests have come from afar, and the host should do the friendship of the landlord, Nuono."

As he spoke, before the words fell, another shout at the entrance of the alley overlapped with the last word. Song Shinuo tilted his head, and was suddenly named coldly: "Song Shinuo." ”

Huo Yizhou was also stunned, turned his head to look over, and found that it was a middle-aged woman who spoke. With a stern complexion, there is a very intuitive sense of difficulty in speaking, she is holding a briefcase, dressed simply, white hair mixed with black hair, and the ends of her hair are pulled up and combed meticulously.

Song Shinuo lowered his eyes and called her: "Auntie." ”

Huo Yizhou reacted quickly and shouted Hello Auntie, introducing herself as a friend who came to travel, the woman didn't react, she skipped the two of them, took out the key to open the door, and greeted coldly before entering: "Come in and sit." ”

It is not an exaggeration to describe it as a command rather than a greeting. This momentum and this proficiency are like the posture of the owner of the house, Huo Yizhou asked in a low voice: "Your relatives?" ”

Song Shinuo shook his head, and his voice was very soft: "My stepmother." ”

There is not much explanation beyond that. Rao Huo Yizhou saw the big scene again, but he was still stunned for a moment, he slowed down half a beat, and his eyes fell on her calm side face, vaguely tasting the strangeness of this title.

Shi Yun didn't ask anything, put the materials brought back from the seminar in the house, and briefly learned a few words about Song Yun's situation from Song Shinuo, and then went back to the kitchen to cook: "If it's okay, go back to school early, I will go to the hospital to take care of him." There is no etiquette at home that no guests eat, Song Shinuo arranged for Huo Yizhou to wait in the living room, and she went to wash the fruits.

Huo Yizhou sat on the sofa, glanced at the clock on the wall, and noticed that in the photo frame next to the calendar, there was a black and white photo of a portrait. There is a very young woman in the photo, whose facial features are six points similar to Song Shinuo, and she should be her biological mother.

His gaze paused for a long time, and when Song Shinuo came in, he easily guessed what he was thinking, and faintly affirmed his guess: "This is my mother." ”

"My stepmother, she's my mother's own sister." That's why it's called Auntie, it's Aunt Kiss. Ethics in the truest sense of the word.

“...... I'm sorry. It was so quiet that he could clearly hear the swing of the "tick" clock, Huo Yizhou was stunned, didn't make a sound for a while, and then blurted out that he apologized for his offense. He couldn't find the right fulcrum of attitude, he couldn't figure out what kind of emotions to show, and he couldn't decide whether it was appropriate to touch the top of the other party's hair to comfort him now.

Lin Weiyao, a fool, can't do anything, and on the information of Song Shinuo that was investigated, the relationship behind his parents is not marked at all. He cursed secretly.

"It's fine." Song Shinuo shook his head, as if stating a mathematical formula, the strange family relationship is no different from the Pythagorean theorem: "Normal people will be curious." ”

Soon, after lunch was finished and served, Shi Yun called them out.

The dishes are quite rich, and the sandalwood round table is a hometown dish in City A. Huo Yizhou paid attention to more observations and noticed that Shi Yun treated Song Shinuo more like a teacher and a student than an elder. The two of them even have the same flat expressions, the difference is only that Song Shinuo is gentler and colder.

The dinner table is very regular, paying attention to food and not sleeping silently, and it was not until the dishes and chopsticks were cleaned up after eating that Shi Yun raised his eyes and looked at Huo Yizhou, and took the initiative to ask the first sentence of the day: "Are you from Kyoto?" ”

"Auntie has a good eye." Huo Yizhou put on the same set as when dealing with the old man Huo at home, and smiled with peach blossom eyes, "I am indeed from Kyoto, and I am studying at the same university as Nuo Nuo." ”

The art of language, he deliberately vagues, says that he is younger. It's a pity that this trick doesn't work, either because Shi Yun has read countless people, or probably because his sense of nobility and indifference is too great, and the breath of people in society is too heavy. Shi Yun snorted coldly and debunked: "I graduated early." Don't blame me for seeing, you Kyoto people love to use tones, and you can know the details just by listening to the accent. ”

"I've met a lot of people from Kyoto, and there was a boy in the class who just transferred to another school."

obviously talked about a homely sentence, but the inexplicable tone of the lecture between the lines made Huo Yizhou suddenly have the illusion of returning to his student days. He always sat in the back row in junior high and high school, and no one dared to take care of the other teachers.

For this kind of thing, Huo Yizhou has always had a headache, and the killing and decisive eloquence practiced at the negotiation table is now unable to play and is silent.

After Shi Yun finished speaking, she got up and walked away. The table was silent for a few seconds, and Song Shinuo rarely saw him deflated, so he couldn't hold back and smiled lowly: "My aunt is the director of the nearby middle school, teaching mathematics. ”

It's a heartfelt, subconscious smile, but it's different from the usual sense of alienation, and the lips are slightly dimpleed. It's sweet, it's pure, and it's sultry. Huo Yizhou saw that he didn't have any temper, raised his eyebrows, and reached out to pinch the soft flesh of her cheek: "Laugh at me?" ”

The action is somewhat intimate, and it is an ambiguous temptation to cross the line. Song Shinuo's smile faded for half a minute, and he avoided it slightly, but the amplitude was not large.

Huo Yizhou withdrew his hand as if nothing had happened, and heard Shi Yun call Song Shinuo's name again. I suddenly realized that the biggest source of weirdness in the way they get along is not because of seriousness, but indifference. Few relatives will be like Shi Yun, calling by name:

"Song Shinuo, since your friend is here, take others around. Don't neglect the courtesy. ”

The parties should have been used to it a long time ago, and said "um" without waves, Song Shinuo turned his head to look at Huo Yizhou: "Where do you want to turn?" ”