Uncle Xiaolong and Aunt Ai Qiu seemed to deliberately not say it and avoided talking about it.

I asked several times, but the topic was diverted.

Seeing this, I became more and more anxious.

In the past few years, my father has basically not sent me messages.

If you don't hear it well, you may have a phone call on the night of the Chinese New Year's Eve, and the conversation is also a few words.

Usually, Manager Qi will occasionally talk to me, and my father has contacted him, so that I don't have to worry about the family.

Aunt Feng would send me a text message every month, telling me to pay attention to my body.

I couldn't help but dial the phone, and Aunt Feng would hang up.

She said that I had been away from home for too long and that she cried easily when she heard my voice.

That's why I want to know more about my family's situation from my relatives.

How's Daddy's body?

Is Aunt Feng still standing at the gate of the courtyard and chatting with the aunts as before?

Does my younger brother know how to memorize Tang poems?

There's so much I want to know.

Even if affection cannot be received, it is not something that can be broken by saying that it can be broken.

In contrast, I really envy the eldest sister.

In the past two years, the Internet has developed, and although my eldest sister is in a foreign country, she will also make video calls with me online.

When she saw me burning my hair, she would be upset and told me to study hard and not be greedy for fun.

I learned that my dad occasionally went to an internet café to video chat with her.

He registered the buckle number with the help of the network administrator, taught himself to type, and every time he went to the Internet café, he would leave a message to his eldest sister, and after the appointment of the video meeting, his father would go to the Internet café in advance to wait in front of the computer.

The eldest sister said that she didn't go to appointments every time, and would only make a video call to her father when she was in a good mood.

It's not pleasant to talk about.

Because Dad always likes to ask her questions.

When she said it, Dad didn't understand.

In the eyes of the eldest sister, what her father explained to her was all nonsense.

Later, my eldest sister told me that she only hoped that she could graduate and work soon.

When the time comes, she will send a few sums of money to her family, even if she finishes her filial piety, she will not owe each other.

I know that I can't persuade her, I only video once a few months, and I don't want to have an unpleasant quarrel with my eldest sister.

It's just that deep down, I really want my dad to be able to ask me questions and talk about me.

But I don't dare to talk about these things, there is no way of good or evil, but people call themselves.

At the end of the dinner that day, Manager Qi sent a driver to send Uncle Xiaolong and Aunt Ai Qiu back to the hotel.

I saw that Uncle Xiaolong had drunk too much, so I stayed behind to help take care of it.

Uncle Xiaolong looked at me after throwing up a few times, "Yingying, uncle is not drunk, I know what you want to ask, the reason why uncle didn't say it is not that something happened to your father, but that after speaking, you have to be more homesick......

"Uncle Xiaolong, I just want to know if Dad and Aunt Feng are doing well."

"Okay, you can take care of everything, can they be bad!".

Uncle Xiaolong leaned against the head of the bed and said dizzily, "When I came, my brother-in-law specially explained to me, don't talk about family affairs in front of you, you said that you have been studying for four years, and it will be more than half of ten years, my brother-in-law is afraid that he will fall short, and besides, I also watched it today, your physical condition is serious, thank you for two sentences, you should respond, the greater your changes, the more it shows that the third master is not easy to cultivate."

As he spoke, he staggered and smiled at me again, "But this time I'm a lot more relieved, those boys really recognize you, I thought they had to be the same as before, that is, they moved their mouths, one in front of them and one behind their backs, but now it seems that you are this ......."

Uncle Xiaolong gave me a thumbs up and raised his voice, "As the old saying goes, if you wilt people, you will come out of a leopard!"

"What are you talking about?"

Aunt Ai Qiu scolded him, "Talking nonsense after drinking!"

Uncle Xiaolong laughed for a while, and fell asleep soundly on the pillow.

I tugged at the corners of my lips as I listened to Uncle Xiaolong's words, but tears couldn't help but flow downward.

To hide my emotions, I took a towel and went to wash it.

His wrists carefully rubbed his eyes, desperately trying to control his emotions.

Aunt Ai Qiu sensed something sensitively, she stood at the door of the bathroom and said to me, "Yingying, you really don't have to worry about it at home, my brother-in-law is very good, he has been a little old in the past two years, but even if he is old, he is in his early fifties, he can't be like a young man, right?"

I nodded, Aunt Ai Qiu came over and helped me wipe my tears, and comforted me in a low voice, "It's okay, I can't bear to cry as your child, my sister is also fine, in the past two years, her body has been a little worse, she has always had waist and leg pain, has she suffered from the cold in confinement, and the root of the disease left behind......

Pain in the lower back and legs?

I thought of Aunt Feng falling into the muddy water, and I couldn't help but say goodbye, my mouth was full of salty tears, "Auntie, it's all because I'm not good, it's me who caused Aunt Feng to not sit well in confinement."

"Can't you say that, it's all together."

Aunt Ai Qiu followed with red eyes, stretched out her arm and hugged me, "Okay, why don't I talk to your uncle, I'm afraid that you will feel uncomfortable, good boy, don't think about it, Xiaojie is also very good, that child has a strong mouth, can eat anything, white and fat, my mother-in-law has been taking care of it, but happy, Yingying, since we have encountered this situation and embarked on this road, my aunt believes that you can have a great future, you said that if you can't accept any affection in your life, then how do you live, just ten years of suffering, we are waiting for you at home, ah."

I cried and nodded, I couldn't speak a lot, and somehow I became very scared.

The way home seems to have become long, long.

How can I walk back?

There seems to be a thread in my head, and if I can't touch my relatives, I will be strained.

But as soon as it touches, the thread will break, and the emotions will be a little out of control.

I cried uncontrollably until my nosebleed and I turned my head to rinse.

Aunt Ai Qiu was so panicked that she reached out to pick up my nosebleed.

"Auntie! You can't touch my blood!"

With a beautiful face, I pulled her wrist and went to the sink first.

I'm scared of that!

I feel that my blood has a virus, and no one can touch it!

Aunt Ai Qiu was stunned by my shouting, and cooperatively stretched out her palm to rinse under the faucet.

The blood and water melted away, and the glyphs were smeared on the bottom of the white porcelain like seaweed.

Got a word?

I hurriedly turned off the faucet.

Blood dripping from his chin to make out—

Elegant?

As soon as the thought came to him, blood flowed into the funnel of the washbasin with the residual water.

I'm sure I'm right.

Bloodshot is the presentation of the word noble.

What does it mean?

Will I be Aunt Ai Qiu's nobleman?

"Yingying, hurry up and stop the bleeding!"

Aunt Ai Qiu is going to be scared by me.

I didn't think much of it, and bent over to continue washing my face.

After some operation, a whole roll of toilet paper was gone.

When I washed away the blood-stained tissue, Aunt Ai Qiu also seemed to see the severity of my defeat.

The next day, Qian'an and I sent them to the train station, but she and Uncle Xiaolong left Beijing first.

Since then, Uncle Xiaolong's text messages have also decreased, and the family's greatest care for me seems to be restraint.

I understand the intentions of my family, and I only dare to embrace the warmth of the past alone when no one is there at night.

Depressed to a certain extent, I would ask Master in my dreams, "When will you come back?"