The news that He Yi'an was leaving was no secret, and the home was suddenly shrouded in a suffocating gloomy cloud, and the lively and cheerful noise of the past was lost in an instant.

Everyone is sullen, even the most fucked up Cheng Jianghai is much more honest in this depressing atmosphere.

This night, the group had a silent dinner, the couple stuffily packed up He Yi'an's clothes for tomorrow's departure in the back room, and Cheng Jiangshui was silently washing the dishes by the pool.

After the children grew up, the Cheng family and his wife were only responsible for cooking, and they ignored the matter of washing the pots and dishes in the back, and handed them over to the children, and slowly developed their habit of hands-on labor.

Every time, as the eldest in the family, He Yi'an always rushed to clean up, but was blocked back by Cheng Jiangshui, and the style of being a family daughter was imperceptibly inherited from her mother.

He Yi'an silently walked over to help: "Jiang Shui, let me wash it." ”

"No need Brother Yi'an, I'm not tired."

"Just let me wash it!" He Yi'an stepped forward to snatch the rag, and said sadly: "Do more if you can before leaving!" ”

As soon as the words fell, Cheng Jiangshui's eyes were a little red, he pursed his lips and didn't dare to look at He Yi'an, and lowered his head and said faintly: "Brother Yi'an, are you really leaving tomorrow?" ”

"Hmmm! My mom said she would come and pick me up tomorrow morning! He Yi'an nodded abruptly.

"Oh......" Cheng Jiangshui replied sadly, his fingers rubbing the corners of his clothes resentfully, not knowing what to say.

He Yi'an raised his head and looked at Cheng Jiangshui hesitantly: "Jiangshui, the two younger brothers are still young, I went to Longyou, and my parents will rely on you to take care of them." Mom's nerves are not good, she always beats and hurts, and from time to time you let her burn her feet, Mom will be able to listen to you. Dad, if you let him smoke less, it's not good for his body. ”

Before leaving, the confession was always full of sadness, Cheng Jiangshui's eyes were red, and he muttered: "You should say this to them yourself!" ”

He Yi'an smiled sadly, and said warmly: "I say it, they listen for a moment, and when they look back, they still look back like that, there must be someone by your side to remind me from time to time, I ......"

Looking at He Yi'an's sad appearance that wanted to speak and stopped, Cheng Jiangshui bowed his head lightly: "I, I know." ”

Just when the two of them were speechless and silent, Cheng Jianghe walked over from the back room, looking depressed and bitter, Cheng Jiangshui hurriedly turned his head and wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes without a trace.

Cheng Jianghe pouted and said, "Brother, will you leave tomorrow?" ”

"Oh, I'll leave tomorrow!"

"Are you coming back?"

"I'm just going to school in the city, and I'll be back when the holidays are over."

"Then you can't go back?" Cheng Jianghe was a little angry and asked continuously. Cheng Jiangshui, who calmed down a little on the side, said angrily: "Longyou is far away from us, how can Brother Yi'an come back every day?" ”

is the eldest brother, of course He Yi'an can't put on a twisted posture of a resentful woman in front of his younger brother.

Looking at Cheng Jianghe, who was sullen, he adjusted his mood and said with a forced smile: "What, Jianghe, I'm afraid that if I leave, Qi Jialong will bully you?" ”

Cheng Jianghe pursed his lips, rolled his eyes and said, "Brother, you know, I'm not a person who likes to fight. But if you leave, Qi Jialong will definitely have no one to clean up. ”

"Humph!" Hearing this, He Yi'an's eyes couldn't help but become unruly: "If he dares to bully you, bear with it first, and then clean him up when I come back!" ”

Cheng Jianghe looked helpless, and said in an old-fashioned manner: "Hey, it seems that this is the only way!" ”

He Yi'an smiled slightly, patted him on the shoulder, and encouraged: "Jiang He, after I leave, you will be the real eldest grandson of our family." You are too delicate, turn around and take out a little manly domineering, treat Qi Jialong like that, you have to dare to fight and dare to rush, so that you can protect your sister and Jiang Hai. ”

Maybe He Yi'an pretended to exaggerate to adjust the atmosphere, and the layer of parting grievances that shrouded everyone around him was slightly diluted.

Cheng Jiangshui on the side frowned slightly, and glanced at He Yi'an: "Look at what you are teaching, isn't this a little show of Jiang He to learn from Liangshan heroes, so is he still Cheng Jianghe?" ”

"Huh!" He Yi'an smiled kindly, and continued to tease: "I'm also helping him transform his image, don't let my godmother want to get angry when she looks at him wilting and boring all day long." ”

After listening to He Yi'an's words, Cheng Jianghe couldn't help but shudder, and sighed like a dead heart: "Hey, it's over!" Brother, when you leave, there is really no one to block my mother's feather duster for me, and I am scared to think about it. ”

Cheng Jiangshui glared at his younger brother: "If you want to understand something, your mother will beat you for no reason?" ”

Cheng Jianghe looked at his sister with wide eyes, and hurriedly called out: "Sister, you don't know your mother's temper, you can practice with me if you have nothing to do." Dad said it, women are like this at this age, don't you see that Dad doesn't dare to do it with Mom now? Ay! I just hope that the ocean will grow up soon, so that I can divert my mother's attention a little, and don't keep staring at me alone. ”

Cheng Jiangshui shook his head with a wry smile: "People are big ghosts!" ”

Seeing Cheng Jianghe depressed, He Yi'an smiled indifferently and diverted the topic: "By the way, Jianghe, I know that you love to read, I won't take those books with me when I go back, and leave them to you." ”

"Really!" Hearing this, Cheng Jianghe's eyes suddenly lit up: "That's great!" Brother, don't worry, I will definitely save it for you, just like new. ”

He Yi'an nodded with satisfaction: "Study hard, in the future, you really want to be a talent in our family!" ”

The three of them were chatting here, and in the inner room, Li Xiulan pulled out all the clothes in the cabinet and piled them on the earthen kang, layer upon layer, looking a little messy, as if moving. As long as it is He Yi'an's clothes, even if it is a pair of socks, Li Xiulan will be poured out.

Cheng Jia'an has never interfered with these things, and he has no way to interfere, so he can only silently hold the newspaper and flip through it absentmindedly.

"Dad, don't look at it, you go find me a bag again." Li Xiulan was sweating finely on her head, and the hair on her sideburns was messy against her cheeks. Taking care of the children's clothes is indeed a tiring task.

"What's wrong?" Cheng Jia'an raised his head and asked.

Li Xiulan pointed to the two bulging duffel bags on the kang, which were all intended for He Yi'an to take away, but there was still a hill on the side that was not stuffed in.

"I can't fit it, I guess I need two."

"This ......" Cheng Jia'an frowned, a little incredulous: "Are there so many things?" I'll take a look at ......"

Cheng Jia'an stretched out his head to look at it suspiciously, and suddenly felt that his head was as big as a bucket. Picking up a piece of cotton from his luggage, he said in surprise that it was already lumpy, as hard as kraft paper, and there were patches everywhere.

"Shhh What are you still doing with these old padded jackets and pants? It's all so old......"

Li Xiulan snatched the padded jacket and pants from Cheng Jia'an's hand with a "swish", and rolled her eyes at him fiercely.

"What are you talking about, how can this be considered old, this is still the leftovers I used to make quilt covers the year before last?"

Cheng Jia'an was a little angry at once: "Ho, you also know that this is sewn with leftovers." The director of the bureau and the deputy director of the deputy department, are you still missing? Take it back to make people laugh, take it out quickly! ”

Li Xiulan didn't like to hear this, so she had to argue with Cheng Jia'an with her neck on the ground: "What's this?" Even if Wei Guo and Wanling are national leaders, eating and drinking spicy food every day, then we can't be disgusted with old clothes, diligence and thrift This is a glorious tradition! ”

"Hey, it's not a question of whether it's good or not!"

Cheng Jia'an's scalp is a little numb, is this what he means? Seeing his wife's puffing appearance, he could only patiently explain: "You take these out, people don't look down on them, and if you don't do it, you still think that we are not good to Yi'an on weekdays?" Are you still going to explain to others that this is already our family's best clothes? ”

Li Xiulan wanted to talk to Cheng Jia'an again, but after thinking about it, what her husband said was not completely unreasonable. Comparing the two torn cotton pants in front of him, he suddenly hesitated a little in his heart: "But if I don't bring this, I ...... in my heart."

"Oops!" Cheng Jia'an hurriedly took down the cotton pants from his wife's hand, threw them far away to the side of the kang, and persuaded: "I know that you are a mother and feel sorry for the child, this is not far away, everyone lives in the city, you don't need these, just pick some that can be worn at the moment!" ”

Li Xiulan looked at the cotton pants that were "ruthlessly abandoned", she was still a little reluctant, smashed her lips, and said self-affirmatively: "That...... I won't put on the jacket and pants, but I have to leave the sweater and pants I knitted, and I can't get rid of it. ”

Looking at Li Xiulan's stubborn eyes that would never back down again, Cheng Jia'an could only helplessly raise his hand and surrender: "Okay, okay, I'll find you another bag, hey, this damn ......"

Li Xiulan smiled with satisfaction......