There was complete silence in the carriage.

Neither of them spoke again.

The location of the Tangjia Courtyard is remote, and the car can't get in, so it can only be parked at the narrow alley. Tang Yan didn't wait for the car to stop, so she unbuckled her seat belt.

Yi Xianchen tilted his head and turned over, "Don't move." ”

Tang Yan couldn't see his expression, but she also knew that it must be very cold and fierce.

She didn't listen to Yi Xianchen's words, her right foot landed first, she didn't estimate the height of the chassis of the car, and her heel was deflected, but she still held on to the door and stood firm.

Yi Xianchen closed the car door very loudly. Turning around the front of the car and reaching out to support her elbow, Tang Yan took a step to the side.

The man's well-proportioned palm fell into the air.

"You-"

"Ayan, where have you gone? Why don't you say it beforehand! I'm in a hurry...... Ah! What's wrong with the head? Knocked? ”

Aunt Zhao found that Tang Yan was missing, and made a round of calls, and then she stood at the door and saw someone, and staggered over.

"I'm sorry." Tang Yan held Aunt Zhao's hand and felt steady. The grievances suffered outside swept in like a wave again.

"Don't talk about that, I'll see. Does it hurt? Aunt Zhao helped Tang Yan in, and hurriedly called the family doctor to come.

When I turned around, I realized that there was a young man behind me.

"Are you ......" Aunt Zhao opened her mouth and stared at Yi Xianchen without blinking.

Yi Xianchen came out of Yanhuai in a hurry, he didn't wear a coat, only a white shirt with gray slacks, the two cuffs of the shirt were pulled up to his forearms, he was tall and long-legged, with wide shoulders and narrow waist, which was extremely eye-catching.

But he has a very unruly head, the bridge of his nose is extremely straight, and his eyes are slightly raised, and he has no temperature when he looks at people. He stood out of place in the living room, full of antique furniture.

Aunt Zhao was blessed to the heart, and suddenly matched the cold man in front of her with the equally indifferent young man in her memory, and shouted in surprise: "You are ...... Uncle!! ”

Tang Yan touched the teacup on the table and took a sip, Aunt Zhao's "uncle" came out, she choked and coughed directly, but fortunately the teacup was held firmly and didn't fall.

Yi Xianchen raised his eyebrows slightly, but he didn't expect Aunt Zhao to call herself that.

He bowed his head lightly, glanced at Tang Yan, who was still coughing, and said, "I'll go first." ”

"That's it? Sit down for a while. You've finally come back, and it's so late, why don't you stay here! While stroking Tang Yan's back, Aunt Zhao raised her head and said to Yi Xianchen that there was a tendency to catch up and pull people.

Tang Yan was afraid that she would really leave Yi Xianchen behind, so she said between coughing: "Mr. Yi is busy, let's go, don't snub the others." ”

Aunt Zhao was a little dazed in her joy, "Who?" Still have a friend to say hello to? ”

"Yes, friend." Tang Yan answered for Yi Xianchen.

She finally suppressed her cough, her face flushed, her unfocused eyes became more misty.

Yi Xianchen looked at her, knowing that the friend Tang Yan said was specifically referring to the woman who was standing with him in the box just now, and he didn't explain.

He turned around and walked out of the house.

Aunt Zhao still wants to send it, Tang Yan said: "He has lived here for ten years, and the total number of stones in the yard is clear." I don't have to send it. ”

"That's just as well." Aunt Zhao smiled, and her worries that lasted all night because she couldn't find Tang Yan were distracted by Yi Xianchen's appearance.

She tilted her head and watched Yi Xianchen go out of the courtyard through the wooden lattice window, and said, "It's really handsome, it's completely different from before, it's grown." ”

Tang Yan's eyelids jumped slightly, and she asked, "What's it like now?" ”

"Inch head, face like a star, the kind that acts in literary films. It's tall, I'm afraid it's 1.9 meters! Just wearing a white shirt is unique......"

Aunt Zhao likes to make gestures when she speaks, but Tang Yan can't see it, but she also pieced together a little bit of Yi Xianchen's vague image in her mind from her description.

After the family doctor came, he sprayed some medicine on Tang Yan's brain, saying that there was nothing wrong.

"It can't be like that anymore. Wherever you're going, you have to be accompanied. This is not the case anymore. Aunt Zhao led Tang Yan to the living room in the back.

"Hmm." Tang Yan has lived here since she was a child, no more than the unfamiliar environment outside, and she changed into Su embroidered soft slippers, and her steps were bigger and more stable. But the mood is still not high.

"Did you go out just to find your uncle?" Aunt Zhao asked.

Tang Yan wanted to say no, but she was not good at lying, so she didn't say anything.

Aunt Zhao pulled the corners of her mouth, but she didn't continue to talk about Tang Yan.

She has worked as a domestic helper in the Tang family all her life, and she can be regarded as watching Tang Yan and Yi Xianchen grow up. She knows all the temperaments of the two children.

No matter how fierce the trouble was at the time, she didn't think anyone was more suitable to be a husband and wife than them.

The bathtub made of spruce wood is filled with warm water, and a shelf next to it is lit with Tang Yan's favorite orchid-scented candle. Tang Yan soaked in the bathtub full of white bubbles, and Aunt Zhao sat on the edge and helped her wash her hair lightly.

The rough knuckles passed through Tang Yan's soft and warm hair lovingly, and Aunt Zhao said, "Ah Yi...... Hey, I used to call it before, but now it's my uncle. He's back, so don't toss anymore. ”

Tang Yan closed her eyes, leaned the back of her head on a small wooden pillow, her face was steamed red by hot water, and she didn't know if she was asleep, but she didn't make a sound anyway.

Aunt Zhao didn't care if she heard it or not, and continued: "Uncle has lived in the Tang family for ten years, and you can be regarded as childhood sweethearts. Knowing the root is better than anything else. The ...... surnamed Guo Forget it. Ayan, I'm just worried about you. I'm in my fifties this year, you're only twenty-three, I'm sure I won't be able to accompany you for the rest of my life, someone will have to take care of you in the future......"

Speaking of the back, there are no words. Xu thought of Tang Yan's bleak life experience - her parents died early, and her grandfather, who had been with her, also died of illness two years ago.

The sound of grinding clothes came, and Tang Yan heard it, Aunt Zhao was secretly wiping her tears.

Tang Yan was afraid that as soon as she opened her mouth, the topic would be endless. So he stuck in his throat and didn't speak.

The atmosphere in the evening was always gloomy.

Aunt Zhao sent Tang Yan to bed, tucked the quilt and went back to the next room.

Tang Yan lay in the endless darkness, quietly listening to the whimper of the wind blowing the bamboo forest outside the window, as if someone was crying.

She rolled over, reached for an old doll that had been placed next to her pillow, and held it firmly in her arms.

What could she do?

An invisible blind man who needs help to eat and walk.

Grandpa is gone, if even Aunt Zhao is gone in the future, she will really be left alone.

Night is the most emotional time for a person, Tang Yan is overwhelmed by the endless and overwhelming loneliness, and tears silently leak into the fluff cracks of the doll.